After looking at the woman's body thoroughly, I found nothing out of the ordinary. All her organs were accounted for from the report and nothing was missing or added to her to suggest foul play. Or at least foul play by a hunters standard. I make my way over to the other body, the male's and slowly lower the sheet. He also had a hole in his head, but this one was self inflected. I start by looking into the eyes, but nothing looks odd or different. After searching between his fingers and toes, I move to his arms. As I try and lift his stiff arm I drop my tool onto the floor. I go down to pick it up and notice something strange on the side of his head. I look a little bit closer, taking my index finger and touching the hair line of the deceased. When I look at my finger, there is a green slime on it. My eyes open wide and I quickly grab a large, long, cue tip to investigate further. I found another glob of the slime behind his ear and decide to check inside. With a small light and magnifying glass I peak into the ear's hole but see nothing strange. I take another cue tip from the table and stick it into the man's ear. After moving the cue tip into his ear as far as I would my own I pull it out and find nothing green on it. I decide to push it in further and see if this is the source of the green slime. As I push into the man's head, I feel the open space close and my stomach turn as I push against something hard that I assume as the ear drum. I pull it out quickly, grossed out by the sensation and the slime comes out with it. "Gross" I mumble when some of it gets on my shoe. I bring the cue tip to the light and look at it closely. Nothing I've ever seen before, I say to myself. I put the stuff in a evidence and continue looking at the deceased male.

At around 12:45, I wrap up what I am doing and go upstairs. The old man and the young girl and sitting across from each other in the funeral homes waiting room reading different things. The old man reading a newspaper and the girl reading a Supernatural book "what's that about?" I ask her, interested enough because of the name on the cover.

She looks up to me with doe eyes "It's about these brothers Sam & Dean who save the world by hunting monsters!" She smiles wide with perfect teeth.

"What?" I asked dumbfounded, that can't be real. I move my hand to my back to put a hand on the gun. Is this girl messing with me? How the hell does she know about Sam & Dean?

"These children and their young stories. My grand daughter has quiet the imagination. Elizabeth, you really shouldn't be reading such childish nonsense." The old man speaks to the girl whose head is back in her book. He directs his attention back to me "she just can't get enough of those two and that series" he shakes his head and then stands up "all finished?" He asks.

"Yes. And thank you for letting me use your facility and take up your time. I know it's not always easy cooperating with an investigation." I assure to him that the FBI will pay for any funds costs during the delay of cremation and leave the funeral home.

I walk in a hurry to my car to get my phone. I have to tell Sam about these books, he's going to lose it! When I get in the car and go to grab my phone, I realize then that I left it back at the motel. Shit, I mumble before turning the car on and heading back. I run into the room and grab my phone, when the light flashes it shows me as having 13 missed calls and 22 unread text messages. I quickly scroll through the locked screen and see that they all from Sam. I unlock the phone and call him back.

"Where the hell have you been, I've been calling you all day!?" He basically screams into the phone.

"I'm on a hunt" I roll my eyes.

He sighs heavily "why is your GPS off on your phone?" He questions.

I get annoyed and spit back "because it's none of your damn business what I'm doing dad." I insult him "I don't need you to babysit me, Sam" I remind him.

"Okay. Alright, I'm sorry. I've just been worried sick. I came over this morning and you weren't there but you never checked out. I was worried about you." I he says.

"Worried that I was missing or that I was out doing witch stuff?" I push, still irritated with him.

"That you were missing" he responds bitterly "you know Jaclyn, I'm not the one dwelling on you being a witch, you are. I'm trying to help you out and your being very hostile." he argues with me.

I bite my tongue for a moment, wanting to argue back with him but I know I'm going to need his help on this investigation. "Fine." I say through gritted teeth, pushing down my anger "I need your help on this one" I say defeated. Although in the past it was always difficult for me to admit that, our new semi relationship has opened me up just a bit to the idea of allowing help.

"Where are you?" He asks.

"A town called Esbon. It's about 2 hours away from the bunker." I tell him.

I can hear him typing something on his laptop "alright. We'll be there soon" he goes to hang up the phone.

"Wait, we? Can't you just come?" I ask. I didn't realize how desperate it sounded until it already escaped my lips.

"Jaclyn, if he doesn't come he'll be suspicious of us anyway. It'll be fine." He tells me.

I nod even though he can't see me "ok" I say a tone barely higher than a whisper.

"Just stay put." he says then hangs up. I put the phone back down and text him the motel and room number I'm in. I take a long shower and take a nap to pass the time before they get there.