"You were talking to him on the phone while I was in the shower, weren't you?" Sam asked.
"Maybe.." You replied with a slight grimace.
Sam's well known puppy-dog look almost drew you in.
"You didn't have to lie to me (Y/n), it's alright."
You shrugged, not really wanting to get into detail about your doubts.
Thankfully, no one seemed to press on, so you all ate in silence. It wasn't awkward, yet there was still some tension felt in the air. Maybe they were too worn out from the drive to insist anything too greatly. You didn't really know, but you accepted it with open arms.
It was only a few moments later that you completely licked your entire foam plate clean. You hadn't had a decent meal like this in what seemed like forever, and you couldn't have been more grateful. You looked up to the boys' mirroring surprise.
"You gonna eat the plate too?" Dean chuckled.
You quickly pulled your tongue back in and turned a deep shade of red. "No.."
"We can get you something else if you're really that hungry, do you want anything?" Sam asked.
You were about to say no when your stomach grumbled in protest; as if you didn't feel like a burden enough.
"That just means I'm digesting, I'm good." You lied, again.
Sam looked at you in disbelief. "Are you sure, (Y/N)?"
You nodded before you had a chance to change your mind. "Yeah. Hey, are we doing more research on the case? Or are we going to check out the vics first?"
The brothers luckily took the bait. "We'll check them out first, just to give us some more concrete evidence on what we're dealing with. Gotta be thorough." Dean replied with a wink; his mouth stuffed with the last of a burger.
That was odd, Dean always seemed to jump to conclusions... At least from what you read. Maybe the books were different after all.
"I'll call the coroner to see if they'll take us earlier." Sam said, whipping out his phone.
"And if we can't get ahold of them," Dean made his way over to his duffle bag. "we'll head to the victims' loved ones, since we're headed there eventually."
Out of the large aged duffle came a suit neatly folded in plastic, which Dean seemed to be a little too cautious with (at least compared to his own clothes). He also pulled out a long navy tie for himself, along with a snazzy pair of shoes; which were still in a cardboard box. It then clicked that he and Sam rented their suits, and did not possess enough money to own one. Then it dawned you, that neither did you.
How had you not thought of attire for the case? Oh yeah, flashbacks. You shook your head to clear the memories that threatened to take control once again, and pondered deeply for a solution. There had to be something in your suitcase, right?
You instantly bolted to your luggage and dug for anything remotely businessesque. You were disappointed to remember that you left a lot of your clothes back at the dorm, figuring that traveling light would be best. But you didn't think you were going hunting with the Winchesters, so you didn't think to pack hunting essentials almost a year ago. After digging for a few minutes, you came across one of your dress shirts and a decent pair of slacks.
"Dean?" You asked a little timidly.
"Yeah?"
"Would this pass for an FBI agent?" You asked, holding up your outfit.
He paused from laying his suit out on the bed and gave your outfit a quick once-over.
"I think we could pass you as an agent-in-training at least." He remarked.
Sam walked over between you and Dean, explaining that the coroner would take you all within the next hour. Surprisingly, you weren't as far as you thought, as the three of you were situated on the outskirts of the city where the incidents all occurred; Kokomo, Indiana. With an acceptable amount of traffic on the road, it would take around forty minutes to an hour to get to the coroner's office.
"We better head out in a few then, if we want to get there in time." Dean replied.
Sam nodded. "You have something to wear (Y/N)?"
You held up the outfit Dean approved of, causing Sam to bite the inside of his cheek.
"We can always say she is an agent in training." Dean reassured.
"True.." Sam looked at the outfit once more and nodded. "Yeah, we can make it work. Alright, let's get going."
It wasn't until you got in the car that you knew it would be a long day. Your stomach began to rumble noisily again, but it was luckily unheard by everyone but yourself. You just hoped you could hold off at least until supper that evening.
You used water to tide off your hunger curb on the fifty minute drive to the Howard County Coroner Office, figuring that the sight of corpses would only decrease your appetite anyway.
"You ready?" Sam asked as you stepped out of the back seat.
You nodded with a gulp, knowing there certainly would be no turning back after seeing those haunted mangled bodies. Dean gave you a wary look, but you pushed him off mentally with an assuring nod. Although, you couldn't help but look back from the office steps at the world as you knew it.
"Agents, glad you could come earlier!" A stocky balding man beamed, in front of a small receptionist's desk.
"I'm glad you allowed us to, Mr. Seele." Sam replied.
"Is (he/she) a friend of yours?" Mr. Seele inquired.
"Oh, yeah. This is (Mr/Ms) Blaise, (he/she)'s our newest agent in training." Dean said.
Mr. Seele smiled warmly. "Well welcome to you too (Mr/Ms) Blaise!"
"Thank you." You replied as professionally as you possibly could.
He nodded in response. "Well boys, let's get right to it; I have a couple other clients to attend to this afternoon."
"No problem sir, it shouldn't take long." Sam commented.
The three of you were led down a slightly musty corridor. The room you were about to enter was a couple doors down on the right hand side, considering that this was the sole room to have extremely bright fluorescent lights. The boys looked at you one last time before they stepped into the room first. As another reassurance to yourself and to them, you curtly nodded.
The strong smell of chemicals watered your eyes as soon as you stepped foot into the room; the faint smell of multiple different bodily fluids and decomposition only made your stomach turn worse. How could someone even work in a place like this on a daily basis? You tried to focus on some more pleasant situations as the Head Coroner and the brothers discussed the bodies.
"I would definitely call this an animal attack, a weird one if that." Mr. Seele inferred, "You'll see what I mean once I show you the bodies."
Here we go. You tried to prepare yourself for the worst as he slid out seven bodies from their storage compartments; you weren't nearly as prepared. Bile burned the back of your throat as you slowly inched closer to the boys and the stiff shells of life that lay before you. They would have looked as if they were asleep if it were not for the large gaping holes in their chests.
"Do you have their reports on file, doctor?" Sam asked.
"We certainly do." He replied, pulling the coordinating files from multiple clipboards on a long table.
The names of the victims were Brayden Cole, Theodore Cromwell, Zachary Gort, James Page, Wanton Meers, Thomas Gartner, and Kelly Marx; as if that mattered anymore. They were lives of the past, that were currently who knows where. The only thing they all seemed to have in common thus far was the garish chest wound on each of their bodies. They weren't all the same gender nor same race, but of course, that wouldn't matter to a werewolf.
"I would have to agree with you doc, on the animal attack, but we'll still dig deeper anyway. We'll take it from here." Dean said.
"Alright. Just be sure close the door behind you!" The coroner responded.
"I would definitely say a wolf is what we're dealing with, the victims seem to have no relation to one another." Sam concluded as he flipped through the various reports.
You swallowed audibly. "It does look messy enough." You added.
"Now we just gotta find the culprit." Dean said, striding out the door to the morgue.
You were hasty to follow.
You greeted the fresh air as if you would've never been outside from that moment on, at least for the rest of the day. It made you wonder if this lifestyle was really for you.
"How are you, kiddo?" Dean asked once you all were outside of the building.
"Um... I mean, I'm hanging in there for now, if that's what you're asking." You falsified.
"Good, because we still have a couple more people to interview, if you're up to it."
You sighed in relief for the distraction. "As long as I don't see more bodies f-"
It was literal word vomit. Contents likely from this afternoon spewed from your mouth onto the concrete steps and you choked. Your head spun, causing you to cling to the railing desperately. Several hands were placed on your back, but your head swam too much to tell who they specifically belonged to.
"Easy, easy!" Dean exclaimed.
Shivers traveled through your body as you finally finished emptying your stomach. You were sure that you would have lost it in the morgue, not around ten minutes later. You suddenly felt better but worse at the same time. So much for playing it cool.
"What the hell." You mumbled.
"(Y/N), hey, you okay?" Sam asked with a frown.
You cleared your throat and spit the remaining bile out from your mouth. "I think so." You answered truthfully.
Sam and Dean sat you down away from the vomit and comforted you for a moment more.
"Do you have any reason that my body decided to wait to freak out over a dead body?" You asked.
"Shock maybe?" Dean replied.
You lightly nodded, considering that they had their fair share of dead bodies to observe and deal with over the years.
"You good to go back to the car? Or are you going to spill your guts all over my leather seats?" He asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I'm good." You knew the remaining nausea had to be from the lack of food in your system.