"Thank you for your cooperation, sir," Dean said, smiling as their last lead slammed the door in his face. He turned to Alice.

"Well that was a waste of time," he said.

"Not really," Alice replied, holding her hand out demandingly. "Pen."

Dean obliged, giving her his pen. She immediately started scrawling notes on the back of her hand.

"Whatcha writing?" Dean asked.

"That guy has the rattiest curtains I've ever seen," Alice observed. "Might be relevant later on."

"Seriously?" Dean asked dubiously.

"Dean, there've been so many twists and turns on this case, I don't even remember why we're here," Alice said defensively. "I've got the feeling it's gonna be some stupid little detail that cracks this shit open."

"Whatever you say," Dean replied wearily.

They called Sam, who was still struggling to come up with a theory on what they were hunting. Alice and Dean left him to his research, and tackled on the 'who' part of the equation. They had a ton of follow up work to do on their suspects/potential victims. While they looked through public records, Alice continued to write hunting notes on her hand.

"You're gonna get... ink poisoning, or something," Dean eventually commented.

"That's a myth," Alice replied shortly. In defiance of his insinuation, she reached over and drew a large black dot on the back of his hand.

"That's right, take me down with you," Dean said sarcastically, rubbing at the mark in annoyance.

Alice just laughed at him and scribbled something else on her hand.

A while later, Sam called with something resembling a theory.

"Okay, the coroner's office called," Sam started.

"They get anything on the carvings?" Dean asked.

"No, but they've got something on the first victim. Remember the torn and missing clothes?" Sam prompted.

"Yeah," Dean said.

"Turns out they weren't ripped, or taken. They were eaten. By moths."

Dean and Alice shared a confused glance.

"Moths?" Alice questioned. "So what, we're dealing with some kind of killer moth man or something?"

"Short of this guy having been hacked up by actual moths? I'd say that's a step in the right direction," Sam allowed.

"Hey," Dean said, remembering the first note Alice had taken. He grabbed her hand, focusing in on the line that was centered on its back.

"Gersins= Holey curtains," Dean read aloud.

"Gersins... like Jake Gersins?" Sam asked. "The Paradise suites super?"

"Yeah, his curtains were all worn and full of holes," Alice remembered.

"Whaddaya know," Dean chuckled. "Alice's semi-psychotic hand notes came in handy after all."

Alice rolled her eyes, and Dean laughed at her. He would never say so out loud, mostly because he actually believed in ink poisoning, but he thought her note-keeping habits were kind of cute.