Second chapter up. Enjoy and review. Be merry.- Cheers, Heather

Disclaimer: I did this before, didn't I? If I owned Supernatural, would I really be sitting on my duff at home writing about it? No, probably not.

AN: Made a booboo on ch.1. It the title of it isDeanna and Samantha, not Heart Snatcher.

Chapter Two: What Do Cows Drink?

Sam and Dean rummaged frantically in their pockets as they approached the clump of police officers guarding the house.

"We couldn't have lost them!" Dean muttered angrily to no one in particular. "Damn, I hope we haven't lost them."

"Hello there." Sam said to the officer, attempting to distract his attention away from the fact that he and his brother were both still looking around in their pockets.

"Hello." The officer said gruffly. "No one's aloud on the property. Crime scene, you know? Small town like this, as soon as something happens, even when it's as piddly-ass as a couple o' dead cows, we have to treat it as if someone was killed, you know?"

"Oh, we completely understand and agree with you, in fact, we thought it was a very serious matter. we're FBI. I'm agent Dean McKinley, this is my partner, agent Sam Lockhart." Dean produced his false FBI badge with a flourish and a triumphant expression. Obviously his badge had been what he was looking for. He nudged Sam, and Sam showed the officer his fake FBI badge as well.

"FBI, huh? I didn't know that a couple of hometown yuppies dead barn animals was so serious. Are you sure you've got the right place?" The sheriff gave them a scrutinizing look. "You don't look much like FBI anyways. No fancy sunglasses or briefcases. And you're awfully young. That one can't be more than 20." The sheriff gestured towards Sam, who did his best to stare directly into the eyes of the sheriff without looking away.

"20! I can assure you that Babyface Sammy over here is much older than that. As for the sunglasses, I left mine in the car. Now, are you gonna brief us on the case, or what?" Dean glared at the sheriff. He hated him already. It was like an unwritten rule that any small-town sheriff that the Winchesters met, had to be a complete ass. A suspicious ass at that.

"My names' Sheriff Don Edmonds. You can call me Ed. Martin and Theresa Hannigan, the farm owners, went into their barn to feed the horses on Tuesday night and found a cow dead. Same thing happened on Wednesday, three cows and a horse dead. Then, last night, a horse and a cow dead, and a funny lookin' sign painted on the wall. No signs of forced entry into the barn, and no traces of the killer left behind, but it could be worse, I suppose. Could be a person dead, right? I'm sure you two have seen your fair share of expired people." Sheriff Ed, obviously thinking that what he had said deserved to be on the comedy channel, elbowed Sam in the side and laughed heartily.

Sam and Dean both managed a strangled chuckle, and ducked their heads as they went under the police tape and towards the barn.

Sheriff Ed made a move to join them, but Dean stuck his hand out to stop him. "We've got it from here." He said coldly, stopping the sheriff short. Ed sputtered, in shock at being told to back away from his crime scene by two men younger than his own son.

"That was kinda malicious." Sam commented as he and Dean pushed open the heavy wooden doors of the barn.

"Yeah, well, the guy was an idiot. I really didn't want to have to deal with him any longer. Besides, we got this. Dean winked at his brother and stared up at all for of the barn walls, his gaze coming to rest on the far east wall. It was gruesome. The same symbol that had been in the newspaper was painted on the wall in what appeared to be dried blood.

"Two intersecting crosses, on in the symbol of the anti christ, with a heart speared on the end. Definetly the Heart Snatcher." Sam said pointing out each different part of the sign as be said it.

"I don't know. Could be a copycat, or a fanatical cult member. It just doesn't seem... Ghostly." Dean walked in a small circle around the barn, keeping his glance fixed up on the morbid crest drawn onto the wall. "I think that it might be a false alarm Sammy."

"Okay, A: Its Sam, not Sammy, and B: Not ghostly! This thing has ghostly written all over it! Same M.O. as all of the other Heart Snatcher killings in 1980, except for the fact that it hasn't escalated to a human being dying. Yet. But that will happen soon enough, if you choose to walk away from this! Are you just gonna leave? Maybe come back when an actual person has died?"

Dean tore his eyes away and turned to face his livid brother. "First things first, Sammy, I don't think an actual person is gonna die! Why are you getting so upset over this?"

"I'm not upset!"

"You are."

"Am not!" Sam crossed his arms over his chest sounding incredibly like a child and walked to the other side of the barn where a cow lay. The cow's fur had been completely singed away, leaving raw bloody flesh, and in some areas, bone. The stomach had been slice open and both sides had been ripped apart, revealing an completely empty gaping hole. There was no blood pool around the carcass as one would expect, but Sam did notice something else. "Hey Dean!" He bent down and picked a small black velvet heart off of the ground beside the rotting cow.

"Is that...?" Dean mumbled, crouching down and taking the heart from his brother and turning it over in his hands.

"The dead heart. Yep." Sam grabbed the heart back and smirked at his brother. "Still think we should leave?"

Wordlessly, Dean got up and left the barn, patting his brother on the back.

"Dean?" Sam followed his older brother outside. He found him standing on the porch of the farm house, talking to a middle aged woman.

"Mrs. Hannigan, I need you to tell me what happened, starting on Tuesday." Dean said to her gently.

"Mr. McKinley, say silk silk silk." Mrs. Hannigan instructed.

"Silk silk silk." Dean repeated, a confused expression on his face.

"What do cows drink?" She asked.

"Milk." He said automatically.

"Water." Mrs. Hannigan told him. Dean looked terriblybewildered.

"Tell me what happened, Mrs. Hannigan." He said with an exasperated tone

Sam came up beside him and looked intently at Mrs. Hannigan.

"I went into the barn to feed my horses, and I saw Molly lying there dead. Poor thing, Molly. She'd jus' had a calf, you know. Named her Mirabelle. Lovely young thang. Much like yerself." Mrs. Hannigan winked at Sam and smacked his butt. Dean struggled to stifle a laugh in his hand, while Sam just looked shocked and slightly disgusted.

"Mrs. Hannigan..." Sam began.

"Please, call me Theresa." She interuppted.

"Theresa, we are going to need a bit more description. And a lot less smacking." Sam smiled warmly at the woman.

Theresa Hannigan could not have been younger than 50. She had brittle greying brown hair pulled up into a limp ponytail. She was skinny, but chubby at the same time, and she had dull brown eyes that seemed slightly glazed over, as though she had just taken a hit.

"I told you everything I know. I went into the barn saw my animals dead. Three times! I didn't hear anyone going into my barn, nor did I give anyone permission to be in my barn. I'm sorry to be so rude, sirs, but I think we're done here." Theresa was suddently very cold to Sam and Dean, and she retreated back into her house, slamming the screen door shut.

"i don't like her." Sam grumbled as he and Dean walked off the porch.

"No wonder. I cannot believe she smacked your butt. That was the highlight of my day." Dean laughed.

"No, I think that she's suspicious. Did you see how her eyes were glazed over?"

"Glazed over?"

"Incerdibly glazed. I was hungry for doughnuts. It was like she had been smoking pot or something. And she was nice and cooperative, but as soon as we asked her for more info, she snapped." Sam told his older brother.

"It was probably just stress. How would you feel if you had been asked the same questions over and over by hundreds of people?" Dean defended. He stopped, as though a sudden thought had come to him. "Sam, say silk silk silk."

"What?"

"Just say it."

"Silk silk silk..." Sam had the same weirded out expression as Dean had been wearing only moments before.

"What do cows drink?" Dean asked him.

"Water. Why?"

"Stupid little Stanford boy..." Dean mumbled under his breath.

"What are you...Sam began. He was cut off by a blood-curdling scream coming from inside the house. The scream seemed to shake the ground, it was so loud.

"Lets go!" Dean cried, and he and his brother ran back towards the house.

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