Werewolf?

As soon as she left, Dean opened up the toolbox and pulled out his EMF reader. You know, the homemade one. I dropped my clipboard onto the couch, rolling up my sleeves to a less professional look. "So a killer walks in and out of the apartment, no weapons, no prints, nothing."

"No one is that good." I said, looking over the untouched alarm system. "No one human at least."

"I'm telling ya, the minute I found that article, I knew this was our kind of gig." Sam said.

Then the EMF started beating rapidly "I think I agree with you." Dean said. What else would make the EMF go off like that.

"So you talked to the cops." Sam asked me.

"I was going to." I said, turning around. "But Dean said he would do it and sent me on that run for food." Dean had caught sight of this hot lady cop and well, that was Dean for ya.

"I spoke to Amy." Dean explained. I rolled my eyes in disgust as his grin. "She's a Sagittarius, loves tequila. I mean, wow." Last thing I needed to hear was my brother trying to make a move on the local cop. "Oh, and she's got this little tattoo-"

"Dean!" Sam snapped, making Dean snapped out of it. Couldn't he not try to get into the pants of any decent looking girl he finds?

"Did you find anything else beside what bra size she is?" I quipped.

Dean thought for a minute. "Her bra size is clearly at least a C," I crossed my arms annoyed. "But I did find out the one thing they're keeping out of the papers."

"Now we're getting somewhere." I straightened up. "Meredith's heart was missing."

My jaw dropped a little and my eyes widened. "Her heart?" Sam repeated faintly, looking stunned. But was it a werewolf? They ate the hearts but no way did it get in and out without anyone noticing.

"Yeah, her heart." Dean repeated.

"So what did you think did it to her?" Sam asked. They're were multiple possibilities of creatures but...

The only thing I could think off the top of my head, "Are we seriously thinking a werewolf?" I asked. I haven't faced one since my first hunt.

"Well the landlady did say it was like an animal attack." Dean suggested.

Sam shook his head. "No werewolf, the lunar cycle's not right."

"Plus no way a werewolf made it to this particular apartment without signs of getting in." I said, crossing my arms again.

"So it's probably a spirit." Sam said.

I glanced around the house. "Other than the blood splatters on the carpet, it doesn't look like anything happened here." And yet, we all knew someone had died in this apartment not even a full week ago.

Dean seemed to notice something, proving just how smart he could be. "See if you can find any masking tape around." I searched the cabinets in the kitchen but in the end, Sam found some in Meredith's desk in her room.

Several minutes later, Dean had connected pieces of tape to each blood splattered. When he was done, we were staring at a weird symbol I've never even seen before. "Ever see that symbol before?" Sam asked quietly.

"Never." Dean said.

"That makes two of us." I muttered, taking in everything I could about the shape. I shared another, now worried, look with my brothers.

That night, as usual, we ended up at a bar. "That guy was annoying." I muttered, sitting down next to Sam. Some guy wouldn't stop flirting and looking at my chest while I got the drinks. At least he did till I pointed out Sam as my overprotective brother. Dean was more overprotective but I couldn't find him at the moment so Sam was the next easy choice. His size alone was enough to have men running for the hills. I finally saw Dean flirting with some bleach blonde in the crowd.

I took a sip of my beer as Dean finally left the blonde and found us. Sam was now flipping through the pages of dad's journey, looking for anything that might help out with our latest case. "I talked to the bartender." Dean said, looking quite proud of himself.

"Did you get anything?" Sam couldn't help but add another quip. "Beside her number?"

"Dude, I'm a professional." Dean protested, putting a hand on his chest. "I'm offended that anyone would think that."

"I'm so sure you are." I said sarcastically. Both Sam and I had a near identical knowing look on our faces.

"Alright." Dean grinned, proudly holding up the napkin he had with a phone number on it.

Sam rolled his eyes. "You mind doing a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain?" I would love to see him do that.

"Look, there's nothing to find out." Dean insisted. "I mean, Meredith worked here, she waited tables, everyone here was her friend." But there had to be some reason something wanted her dead. "Everybody said she was normal." No way someone could be totally normal, I didn't believe it. "She didn't do or say anything weird before she died, you find anything on that symbol?"

"I already looked." I muttered, having flipped throughout the journal on the ride over here.

"I guess we're just gonna have to dig a little deeper, I can't find anything." Sam said, closing the journal with a snap.

"Well there was a first victim before Meredith, right?" Dean asked.

I straightened up. "There was, why didn't I know this?"

"Because you were taking to long in the shower when I found it." Sam said dismissively, pulling a newspaper clipping from his book bag. "His name was," he stopped to look at the clipping. "His name was Ben Swardstrom." He spread the clipping on the table. "Last month he was found multilated in his own house. Same deal, the door was locked, the alarm was on." What the hell was happening in this town?

"Is there any connection between the two of them." Dean asked. Just reading the obituary, I couldn't find anything in common but the way they died between the two.

"Not that I can tell, not yet at least." Sam said. "Ben was a banker, Meredith was a waitress." Two completely different career paths. "They never met, never knew anyone in common, they were practically from different worlds."

"So what made them so special that they were picked to be murdered." I said quietly, nursing my drink. But Sam had stopped paying attention. I looked up startled when he suddenly stood, heading towards someone sitting at a nearby table.

And I would soon realize just who Meg Masters was.