Kitty pulled the Chevelle up next to Sam's black Charger, and got out of the car with a smile on her face. "I can still kick ass, even if I'm in yoga pants and sneakers."

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked as he walked over to Kitty.

"It's not important," Kitty replied as she pulled on the last jacket that fit over her stomach. Really need to go shopping, she thought to herself. For someone who hasn't changed in size since she graduated high school, it bothered Kitty with the amount of clothes that didn't fit her anymore. "What is important is that I beat Dean here." Sam casted Kitty and odd look, but she just rolled her eyes in returned. It bothered her that Sam was a bit different than he had used to be, but that was to be expected.

The Impala pulled up on the opposite side of the road, and Kitty expected to hear Dean bitching about her driving out of the parking lot. Instead, he stepped out of the car with the phone to his ear. "Ben, I know you're lying… Because I lie professionally, that's how. Now, tell your mom that you broke the damn thing and take it like a man. Okay? …Okay."

"Wow," Sam laughed as he shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest as Dean crossed the street. "You: molding the minds of tomorrow. Who knew?"

"Yeah, whatever," Dean mumbled, brushing the topic off. "Still driving the plastic piece of crap, huh?"

Sam then narrowed his eyes and gestured toward the Impala. "What's your mileage, again?"

"Shut up."

"Brotherly love," Kitty mumbled as she grabbed her bag from her car and closed the door. "How cute. Can we get with the dead body stuff now?"

The two men looked at Kitty with the same confused expression. "Wow, someone's in a rush," Sam observed as he checked to make sure he had his FBI badge. "Okay, we'll go- Why aren't you in a suit, Kitty?"

Kitty glared hard at Sam before she pulled out her own FBI badge. "I can't fit right now into my suit. The pants are very… tailored."

With that said, the three hunters went into the police station, which was located above the morgue. Kitty found that to be rather odd, but granted, the town they were in was small. Inside the police station, there was only one officer behind the desk, who just looked up at Sam, and let them go right back. "Already been to the morgue," Sam explained as he led the way down the stairs toward the morgue. "So Officer Gerald Hatch, a seventeen-year veteran, was found dead in the ready-room three days ago."

He then handed the file over to Kitty, who flipped it open and found the photos from the scene. "That looks like when you add too much water to oatmeal," she groaned as she handed the file over to Dean. "It's just a giant pile of human… goo!"

"Basically, yeah," Sam laughed as he held open the door to the morgue. "The guy just… liquefied. Most of the meat, bones, dense tissues – they just turned to blood."

"Wait, everything turned to blood?" Kitty asked as she started pulling her hair into a ponytail. "How is that possible?"

Closing the file and stopping in front of the freezer, Dean shook his head and asked, "If the guy was a mop job, then what are we doing in the morgue? What's left of him to look at?"

"A jar?" Kitty smirked before Sam opened up one of the drawers, revealing a second cop who was covered in boils. "Or Patient Zero?"

"Officer Toby Gray," Sam explained as he lifted a file off of the dead officer's chest. "Found him dead in his patrol car, sitting at a speed trap outside of town."

Kitty grabbed a plastic glove from one of the boxes and placed it on her right hand, before lifting one of the hands of the victim to examine the skin. "What the hell caused this?"

"File says, 'Extreme allergic reaction,'" Dean replied as he flipped through the file. "And they're on the insides, too. Supposedly, his airways are chock full of 'em." Closing the file, Dean then looked from Kitty to Sam, then down at the victim. "This startin' to look a little witchy to you?"

"That was my first instinct," Sam replied as Kitty placed the body back into the freezer and closed the door. "Found zero signs of hexwork anywhere."

"Couldn't find a mark on him either," Kitty added as she threw away the glove. "And I've done more witch jobs than I care to imagine."

Dean nodded before handed the file back to Sam. "There's got to be some sort of link between Skid-mark and Bubble-wrap here. Is there a witness?"

"Officer Ed Colfax," Sam answered after quickly reading the notes. "Saw Hatch go from a solid to a liquid."

"Another cop?" Dean asked in surprise

"Seriously?" Kitty asked as she led the way out of the morgue. "Hatch died in the police station."

Sam and Dean had both decided to go to talk to Colfax together, while Kitty decided to go back to the hotel and do some more research. "And I'll stop and get some clothes that actually fit on my way back," Kitty added as she leaned against the Chevelle while Dean stood in front of her. There was an easy nod, but Dean didn't say anything else. He just stared down at Kitty and watched her with worried eyes. "What, are you waiting for me to break like a piece of glass?"

"There's something up with you," he finally said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Since we started going back into the job, there's been something different about you."

With a soft laugh and a shake of her head, Kitty replied, "Nothing is wrong. Promise. Would I lie?"

"To me?" Dean asked as he stared down at Kitty. He then placed a hand behind her neck and kissed her gently on the lips before resting his forehead against Kitty's. "Yes, you would."

Not such a great chapter, I know. I think it's time for me to re-watch some of season 6. That usually helps. Well, tomorrow's a new episode of Supernatural ^_^