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Chapter 2

The morgue in the hospital basement was easy to find and Dean pulled his suit coat tighter as the cold air hit him in the face. He tried not to breathe through his nose and opened his mouth slightly to suck in some cold air. The lights were super bright, and he squinted as he looked around seeing the autopsy stainless steel tables sitting slightly off center of the middle of the room. He looked toward a side door that opened and a gray haired, older man stepped through and faltered for a moment in surprise before moving toward him.

"May I help you, young man?" he asked stopping in front of Dean.

"Yes sir, I'm with the FBI, Agent Nash; I'd like to see the two murder victims from the past week," Dean replied, flipping his badge out for him to see for a moment.

"I see, and the sheriff knows you're here?"

"Yes, gave me directions as a matter of fact."

"Alright then. Honestly, not much to see," the coroner explained as he walked across the room to the rows of doors that had the dead bodies behind them. He looked at the tags closely before pulling out two of them. "Both victims had their chests ripped open and their hearts were torn from their bodies. I'd say they died within seconds of that happening."

"And any clues to what did that?"

"Not a clue except it had razor sharp claws. The cuts were clean and precise almost like a scalpel was used."

"Could I get a copy of your reports while I examine the bodies?" Dean asked sure now what he was going to see.

"Of course."

"Any thoughts on the killer?" Dean questioned as he turned away.

"Best guess, some type of animal or a deranged killer that has fashioned the ultimate killing weapon. What I don't understand is why only take the heart." He strolled away before Dean could reply and went to the filing cabinet to get the reports.

Dean found gloves and slipped a pair on before moving to the first covered body and pulling the sheet down to the waist. He grimaced when he saw the gaping hole in the man's chest. He could see the claw marks around the edges and knew he had been killed by the beast they had been tracking the past few months. Sam was confident it was a werewolf and each victim confirmed it. He looked closer at the wound and ran a finger over the edge of it before moving to the second one and pulling the sheet back to check the body. It only took a glance to see this body had the same wound as all the others he had seen.

Dean huffed out a breath knowing he wouldn't get any more information here and turned to see if the coroner had copied the reports for him. He stepped to the desk at the door and waited for him to return. Dean's mind was working on what to do next when the coroner reappeared and handed him a file with the reports.

"Thank you, sir," Dean said.

"You are welcome agent. I hope you find what is killing people and stop it."

"I am going to try," Dean assured him. He headed out and took in a deep breath of clean air once he was outside and moved to the Impala. He was going to drive back to the motel and go over all the reports to see if he could pinpoint the werewolf's hunting grounds and stake it out. He was tired of the beast getting away from them and wanted to put an end to its killing spree.

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Dean sat the bag of food on the table and grabbed some clothes to change out of his suit. He stepped into the bathroom and did just that, hanging his suit up for the next time he needed it. He slipped on his outer shirt and buttoned it before stepping from the bathroom. He moved to the table and opened the bag to pull out a sandwich and fries. He stuck a few fries in his mouth as he removed the wrapper from the sandwich and took a bite. Dean chewed slowly as he opened the folders and started reading the reports. He sipped on his drink to wash the food down as he read.

Once he had finished eating, he had read the reports through one time and was going back over the major points again. He compared the two reports side by side and saw the bodies were found close together in a part of the town that had abandoned and collapsed buildings. Dean knew that would be a perfect place for the werewolf to lay low and to dispose of its victims. The only reason they were found was because of some teenagers exploring the place stumbled across ravaged bodies and called the cops.

It was just after lunch and Dean wanted to go check the last places the two victims were seen alive and see if anything stood out or seemed out of place. There were two more days of the full moon cycle and that meant the werewolf had two more chances to kill again. He grabbed his jacket and the page with the addresses before snagging the keys for the Impala and heading out of the room.

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The Impala cruised down the street and Dean looked for a parking spot where he could leave his Baby and it be okay. He finally found a place and parked her halfway between the two abduction sites. He got out and looked around, watching people walking up and down the sidewalk. None paid any attention to him as he moved through them, stopping occasionally when his spider senses went off.

He casually looked around and knew someone was watching him, but he couldn't spot them. He continued down the sidewalk and walked by the sidewalk café the first victim had been seen coming out of and just below the building was a dark alley that would allow someone to lure a person, kidnap them, and no one would be the wiser. Dean turned to cautiously walk down the shadowed alleyway noticing dumpsters randomly scattered up and down it, but it still allowed room for a vehicle.

He crossed the street and started down the other side heading toward the business the second victim had visited right before he disappeared. It was three blocks away and the same setup was there, an alley where a vehicle could be parked, making it easy access for the killer. He checked out the alley and almost pulled a gun on a homeless person who was dumpster diving.

"Hey man, do you come here a lot to go through the trash?" Dean asked the man. He was sure he was a vet with the fatigue jacket and camo pants.

The homeless guy eyed Dean and kept his distance, not sure if he should talk to him or not.

"I'm just looking for some information," Dean offered pulling a twenty from his pocket and holding it up for him to see.

"Three or four times a week, I can find cans to sell and sometimes some food."

"How 'bout a week ago? Did you happen to see anyone parked in the alley? Or anything strange happen around here?"

The guy frowned as he thought over the questions before he answered. "There was a tan car parked in the way that day, I think. It stayed there for a while and then two guys got in and drove away."

"Do you know what kind of car it was?"

"Ford, four doors, was all I really remember. I was too far away to see much."

"Thanks for the help," Dean nodded holding the money out for him.

The guy took it and stuffed it in his pocket before picking his bag up and heading deeper into the alley away from Dean.

With nothing else to see in the area, Dean headed back to the Impala and decided to grab an early dinner so he could stake out the area where the bodies had been found. It would be getting dark in a couple of hours and the moon should be out. He wanted to find a safe place to leave his car where it wouldn't get broken into or car jacked. Dean looked around again, that same eerie feeling coming over him and he was sure there was someone out there trailing him and watching.

After finishing his dinner and consulting a map of the town, Dean found a spot about four blocks from the abandoned buildings that would suit his needs and parked under a streetlight. He got out and made sure he had silver knives and an extra clip of silver bullets to play it safe. He looked around and didn't see anyone walking, but there were a few cars driving down the street that bordered the parking lot he had found.

The shadows were long and getting darker as he moved silently among them, listening and watching for any unusual sounds or someone lurking around. He was almost to the body dump when a noise like someone dropping a pipe caught his attention. He pulled out his gun and checked to be sure a round was chambered before moving forward cautiously. He kept glancing behind him to be sure no one was sneaking up on him as he moved forward.

Dean's body stiffened and his senses suddenly went into hyperdrive when he heard a low growl close by letting him know he was no longer alone. Instead of being the hunter, he may just have become the hunted.