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"Wow." was the only thing the agents thought looking over the mess.

Everything was destroyed. Chairs flipped over, along with one or two desks. Papers were everywhere, some torn, others wet, most crinkled and illegible. There were some blood spots, a couple dead birds. One dead Ostrich laying near the center of the mess.

"Animal control just left. They're sending someone to pick up the birds." Chief Jones said walking up next to them.

"This is..." Sam started, motioning to the mess, but not sure of a way to finish that.

"Yeah." Dean agreed.

"So the bird threat is real?" Chief Jones asked the Agents, while they all were just looking at the station. Not even looking at each other.

"Yep." Dean replied. Then he looked over at the Chief who was still looking at the mess and asked, "Did anything happen before the attack?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary." he replied finally looking at the Agents.

"Well, one of the guys got out." Detective Sampson said, walking up to them from the mess.

"Who?" Sam asked looking at the Detective.

"Taylor Cole." He replied.

"Who is that?" Dean asked them.

"The person I brought in before you asked me the questions." Detective answered.

"The homeless guy?" Dean clarified.

"Yeah." Sampson answered . "He's a regular. Always begging, mostly drunk."

"Where is he usually?" Dean asked, starting to get a feeling.

"On restaurant row. Sapling and Barstow." Sampson answered, starting to get where Dean was getting at. "You think it's him?"

"We're going to find out." Dean said. He left the station with Sam following him.

Once they managed to get out of the mess and got to the car, Sam spoke up.

"It's him. He fits." Sam said to Dean.

"Yeah." Dean agreed. He watched Sam pull out his phone and figure out where they needed to go. "Just need to figure out how he's doing it."

"It has to be on him. Not an object, the officer's would have taken it before he was jailed." Sam thought out loud as he continued with his phone.

"Then clothing?"

"Yeah. His pants? Socks? Shoes? Shirts? Jacket? We can't be sure until-"

"Yes we can." Dean answered before Sam completed his sentence. He straightened his back, sure of what he decided on. "His jacket. That's the artifact."

"How can you be sure?" Sam asked, unsure.

"Trust me. It's his jacket." was Dean's answer as they got into the Impala.

They drove off into the direction the GPS said that Restaurant Row was.


Okay. The last chapter is next. The artifact is explained there as well. Review is you like.