A/N: Hello fellow supernatural fans and hunters. It's been a while, i know. I apologize for the long wait but it took me a while to write this one. Not that I had writer's block or anything, I was just figuring out Lulana's roll that she has with the boys. I took some time to figure out later seasons too and how Lulana Is going to fit. And I have to say what I have planned is pretty damn good. XD. I will be updating once a week on Fridays. I already have this part written out so it shouldn't be that difficult to keep on a schedule. Hehehe.

Carry on wayward supernatural fans.

AC/DC's Back In Black blared as the Impala zoomed Down the road. Dean was in a good mood, grooving along to his music. He had his car back, he Sam and Lulana had a job. The sky was blue, the son was out. "Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?" Dean exclaimed happily, grinning like a fool. He heard his little sister in the back seat snort, most likely a nasty joke going through her head.

"You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let us know, Dean." Sam said with a smile making Lulana laugh.

"Oh, don't listen to him, baby." Dean said to his car. "He doesn't understand us."

Sam and Lulana laughed. "You're in a good mood." Sam said, seeming to be relieved.

"Why shouldn't I be?"

"No reason."

"I just figured he was in a good mood because he got some," Lulana smirked, placing her folded arms on the back of the seat, Resting her chin on her arms. "Was it a pretty little thing?"

Dean rolled his eyes as Sam snickered. "No. Got my car, got a case, things are looking up."

"Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine."

Lulana snorted. "Can't say that his choosy."

Dean laughed. "How far to Red Lodge?"

"Uh, about another three hundred miles."

"Good." He flood it making Lulana laugh and cheer. Sam just grinned at them both.

...

In Red Lodge, a sheriff with an impressive mustache was talking to Sam and Dean, who were posing as reporters as Lulana as a FBI. She looked the part with her now shoulder length hair back in a tight bun and in her new a business suit. Before leaving to investigate this case, Dean made her an fake badge and everything. She was excited about it. In fact he had never seen a woman so excited over a fake FBI badge before. It was amusing.

And it was cleared that she was totally into it. She stood up straighter with an air of confidence. She even went as far as insisting of having a holster and gun. She said that an FBI agent always carried their weapons.

"The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time." The Sheriff said.

"Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?" Sam asked.

"Mm-hmm."

"Okay, and the other, a uh, Christina Flanigan," Lulana cut in. She was actually surprisingly good.

"That was two days ago. Is there-" The Sheriff was Interrupted by a young woman knocking on the door, pointing at her watch. "Oh. Sorry boys, oh, and um, ma'am, time's up, we're done here."

"One last question-"

"Yeah, what about the cattle?" Dean asked, Interrupting Sam when he remembered something.

"Excuse me?" The sheriff asked looking slightly confused.

"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained ... over a dozen cases."

"What about them?"

"So you don't think there's a connection?" Sam asked.

Lulana nodded. "Anything could help."

"Connection ... with...?" The sheriff asked, letting the sentence trail off.

"First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff." Sam said with Lulana nodding.

"You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff?" Dean asked.

The Sheriff laughed. "You -" His smile faded. "you're not kidding."

"No." Dean replied simply.

"There are a lot of psychos out there. Some people actually believe in this kind of thing." Lulana cut in, and skillfully at that. She really was taking her part as an FBI agent seriously. "We could have a serial killer on our hands. Of course," She turned to the both of them, giving them a stern look that almost made him nervous. "I sincerely hope that you won't leak this to the public. Don't want a panic on our hands. So this is off the record. Clear?" She asked with authority.

Dean and Sam both nodded, Going along with it. Dean was impressed. Even though she was a rookie she was still damn good.

"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?" The officer asked.

"How?" Lulana asked.

"Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty eight hours the bloat'll split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan."

"Actually that's not how it works." Lulana scowled.

"What newspaper did you say you boys work for?" The officer asked.

Lulana glanced at them. Now they're in some deep trouble. "World Weekly News..." Dean Started, looking at Sam and Lulana quickly trying to think on his feet because he didn't remember what name they used.

"Weekly World News." Sam said.

"World -"

"Weekly World -" Lulana exclaimed.

"Weekly... I'm new."

"Get out of my office." The officer demanded.

Dean and Sam left quickly and waited for Lulana outside. After a moment she existed the building. "You guys seriously need to start remembering the names that you use." She rolled her eyes as they started for the car.

"Hey, um. Good job in there Princess." Dean said, and he meant it. She did a good job.

She beamed. "You really think so?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah you did."

"Thanks. What now?"

"Now," Dean said opening the drivers door to the impala. "We go to the morgue."

She grinned. "Then what are we waiting for?"