SANDPOINT, IDAHO

Renee Gamble was humming softly to herself as she padded barefoot across the pale sand of the Sandpoint Beach. A tank top hugged her torso and a pair of dark denim Capri pants hugged her curvy hips. Her skin was dark as was her shoulder length, straight hair. Her brown eyes were scanning the songs that were listed on the screen of her iPod as she walked. It was overcast, and not many people were hanging around the quiet shore that bordered the small, peaceful lake. It was the perfect place for her to clear her head after just having a chaotic break-up with her boyfriend. She stepped out onto the small dock that extended over the water and leaned her arms against the railing as Florence and the Machine began to play through the headphones of her iPod.

A young fair skinned blonde woman stepped out onto the dock, a faint smile on her lips. Her hips swayed slightly in the long skirt she was wearing as she walked behind her. She reached over, tapping the girl on her shoulder.

Renee jumped a little and pulled out the earbuds of her iPod, turning around slowly. "Girl, you about made me jump outta my skin. Who are y-" Her words dissolved into a blood curdling scream that tore through her throat. She felt like she would never stop screaming, the thing that stood before her was so terrible. Her scream suddenly died to a choking whimper as she fell backwards. The old railing gave way beneath her and she fell into the water with a soft splash. Small bubbles drifted from her partially opened lips, dying on the surface of the water as she sank down to the lakebed.

The woman's appearance returned to normal, and she stepped over to the very edge of the dock, where the railing would have been. Her grey eyes stared down, watching as a small orb of white light rose from the water until it was at eye level. It slowly moved towards her and into her partly opened lips. She gasped quietly and then blinked, smiling as she walked from the dock.

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Sam Winchester shook his head as he stepped out of the morgue with his elder brother by his side. The two were dressed in crisp suits, having just posed as FBI agents to gain access to the bodies of the recently deceased Renee Gamble. "The report says she died of a heart attack, but she was perfectly healthy, never had any heart problems or anything..."

"Yeah, and plus, she was just like, what, twenty? She's the third so called heart attack this month, and not the only one that young, either," Dean said, opening the door to the Impala and getting in.

Sam climbed in the driver's side. "And did you see her face? She looked terrified, just like the photos of the others... there's definitely something strange going on here. Too bad there weren't any witnesses..."

"Guess we got a long day of researching ahead of us...try to put a list together of all the things that can just stop a person's heart..." He nodded. "And there's no sign that she was fed off of, no organs missing, her heart just gave out... so whatever it is wasn't hungry, just kill happy."

"Alright," Sam said as he drove them back to the small motel they were currently staying in. The Sandpoint Inn had only ten rooms stacked on top of one another in two rows with a small building off to one side that housed the check-in desk. "We could call Bobby, too. See if he's heard of anything like this."

"I'm on it," Dean said with a nod, pulling out his cell phone as he got out of the vehicle and tossed his brother the extra keycard for the motel room "I'll meet you inside."

Sam climbed out of the car and caught the key that was tossed to him. He pressed it into the door and stepped inside the dim, quiet room. "Ella? You up?" He whispered as he slipped inside and closed the door behind himself. Ella had been exhausted after the drive there and had collapsed into bed immediately after they had gotten there. He walked to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, reaching to stroke back her hair. "Ella... are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, just tired.. and a little hungry," She responded, her voice a little muffled as it was partly hidden underneath the covers.

"Is there anything I can get for you?" Sam whispered, his brows furrowing slightly with concern.

There wasn't. But if she told him that, he'd only continue with that puppy dog look in his eyes, which made her feel even worse. "I guess I've kinda been craving some tacos..." She said, which was only half a lie. "Maybe an icee... or a soda... you know what, just surprise me," She forced a smile as she turned over slightly and looked at him.

Sam smiled back, glad that there was finally something he could do to at least cheer her up a little. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead gently. "Your wish is my command." He said, standing up from the bed. "I'll be back. Keep an eye on her for me, Dean." With that, he stepped from the hotel room.

Dean sat down at the small table near the window, trying to do a little research on Sam's computer since he couldn't get a hold of Bobby. He was having a hard time focusing on the case. He needed to see Oshea... he hated being all Mr. Vulnerable and stuff, but he missed her. His brain was telling him it was stupid... she was pretty much a demon now, until she held up her end of the bargain with Crowley. But that didn't change the past few years.

Ella standing up from the bed and digging through her duffle bag snapped Dean out of his daze and he looked over at her, arching a brow. "What are you doing?"

She ignored him for a moment, pulling out a change of clothes from the bag. "I'm gonna walk around the beach til Sam gets back..." She said quietly, heading for the bathroom.

"I don't know if you remember, but you narrowly missed becoming some angel's bitch, just like, yesterday... Sam doesn't wanna let you out of our sight"

Ella sighed. Lying would get her nowhere with Dean. Sam? Probably. But Dean? He could see through her crap. "I need to go see Oshea. I know, I know, it's stupid. But she's my sister. I feel like I'm going crazy, stuck in a room with two guys all the time, and I need to talk to Oshea about some things. I understand if you try to stop me, but-"

"Go."

"What?"

Dean sighed, shaking his head as closed the laptop. "She's your sister, Ella, I can't stop you from going to talk to her. And I definitely don't want you to sit here and go on and on about girl and pregnancy stuff to me. So go... but if you don't get back in time, or something happens, just know Sam will kill me and then I'm gonna have to haunt your ass."

Ella smiled a little. "Sounds about right to me."