AN: Wow thanks so much for the reviews. For those of you are anxious for Dorian to be back, don't worry she will be. Just not in this story. Anyways, here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 2

Dean and Sam walked up to Anna Barone's house. It was a three story Victorian style with a wrap around porch painted white with green trim. They did a little research and found out that she was survived by her husband, Daniel. Anna was in her forty's but the couple had no children, at least not that they could find. Anna's funeral had been earlier today, so they figured that the house would be packed with guests and that two more faces, while questioned, wouldn't cause a major disturbance.

"I still don't see why we had to dress up," Dean grumbled. "We've been to plenty of these things just dressed in our regular clothes." They were both wearing somewhat dress outfits. Both had on black slacks, but Dean wore a green button down shirt, while Sam's was blue. Sam had convinced his brother they needed to look the part if they were going to a place of mourning. After much grumbling and arguing, Dean had finally conceded.

"Because," Sam said, knocking on the door. "We've gotten thrown out of half of those places because we were in jeans and t-shirt. I figure maybe this way, people will think we actually belong." He smirked at the way Dean was shifting in his clothes. Watching his brother squirm once in a while always gave Sam a kick.

"Yeah, we'll belong while we're uncomfortable," Dean snapped. He hated getting dressed up. It reminded him too much of his moms funeral. He was in a little mini suit, with his semi long hair, leaning against his father. When he had become old enough he cut his hair and never let it grow long again. Yet another way he tried to sever his ties with the past.

A man in his mid forties, with sandy blond hair, and bloodshot brown eyes answered the door. He was wearing a black suit, and he had a tissue clenched in his left hand. He looked them over once and then asked, "Can I help you?"

Sam smiled. "I'm Sam Landry and this is my brother Dean. Are you Daniel Barone?"

He sniffled and crossed his arm over his chest. "Yes."

"It's nice to finally meet the face behind the name," Dean said, trying to mix pleasure and mourning. "Our mom was a friend of Anna's. She's sick and couldn't be here, so she asked us to come in her place." They were hoping that his grief would over ride any detailed questions.

Daniel's face softened. "Please, come in." He stood aside and let them enter. "It's nice that you came out for this. Anna was such a wonderful woman. What did you say your mothers name was again?"

"Sandy," Sam said quickly. They had worked out a few things on the way over to the Barone's. "Anna and mom went to highschool together."

Daniel put a small smile on his face. "Anna always said she had a lot of friends she missed from high school. I guess Anna was one of them."

"What exactly happened?" Dean asked as they walked through the hallway and into the living room. There were at least three dozen people sitting and standing around the small area. He was trying to get off the topic of their 'mother' and onto business. "All we heard was it was an animal attack."

Daniel sighed and gestured towards the the table. They all sat down. "Anna was visiting Justin's grave."

"Justin?" Sam asked. He hated to make this guy relive the tale especially so soon after his wife's death, but in order to get to the bottom of this they needed to fill in all the blanks.

"Justin Prescott," He said uneasily. "Anna was in a car accident a few days ago. She was driving home from work and Justin just came out of nowhere. They collided and Anna walked away with a few scrapes and bruises, but Justin wasn't wearing a seatbelt. He flew through his windshield and died on impact with the street."

"Wow, I'm sorry to hear that," Dean said in a sorrowful voice. Idea's started bubbling in the back of his mind as to what this could be and he exchanged a knowing glance with Sam.

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "That must have been rough on her."

Daniel nodded. "Rough isn't the word. Even though the accident wasn't her fault she blamed herself. She wouldn't go to his funeral, but she said she had to go to his grave. I offered to go with her, but she said it was something she had to do alone." Fresh tears spilled down his face. "I knew I should have went with her. They found her body mauled, shred into pieces." He was sobbing now. "Whatever attacked her..." He sucked in his breath.

"Whatever attacked her what?" Dean prompted. He ignored the pain that was flowing from this guy. He blocked out the tears. If this was something supernatural they needed to know everything so they could kill it and it wouldn't be able to hurt anyone else ever again.

"It ate parts of her," Daniel choked out. "It tore her into so many shredded pieces. The only reason they knew it was her, was because the purse was still near the body. It didn't drag her, her just attacked her, right there in front of Justin's grave and then left her to the vultures when it was done." His hands were shaking.

"Are you all right?" Sam asked, seeing Daniel's flustered appearance. He knew that feeling. He'd felt it every day since Jessica died. He'd been there, done that, and had the nightmares to prove it. Even though the pain wasn't as raw as it once had been, it was still there and Sam felt some of those feelings dredge up as he looked over at Daniel. He saw a mirror of the man he had been and in some ways still was since Jess had died.

Only he knew Daniel didn't have the same sense of guilt that Sam did. He might feel bad that he didn't go with her to the graveyard, but he couldn't have known what was going to happen. Sam, on the other hand, knew what was going to happen to Jessica. He just needed to be normal so damn much that he ignored the warning signs.

Daniel nodded. "It just makes me so angry. She was all I had in the world." He sighed and someone called to him. He nodded towards them and then looked back at the two men in front of him. "Please, stay for as long as you like. There's plenty of food." He stood up. "I have to see to my other guests."

"Thanks," Sam said. Daniel smiled half heartedly and walked away. "Okay, let's get out of here."

"Hold on," Dean said putting a hand on Sam's chest to stop him from jumping up. "We're here, we've got a while before dark, so we might as well stay and eat." There was no point in wasting perfectly good hustled money on food when they could get it for free. He smiled at Sam's frustrated look and got up to grab a plate.

Sam sighed. His brother could be infuriating, but he had to admit he was hungry. If he didn't eat now Dean would only gripe later about having to pay for food when Sam could have gotten even better food for free. With a roll of his eyes Sam stood up and followed his brother to the buffet.

After their bellies were full they exchanged a few words of condolences with Daniel and then quickly left. They didn't want Daniel coming around with any new questions. Like oh say, any stories of Anna and 'Sandy'. Charlie had been too buried in his own grief, only talking when talked to and even then his voice was in a robotic tone. The only time they had seen him show any emotion was when he was telling them about Anna's death.

"You okay?" Dean asked as they walked to the car. He had noticed that while they were eating Sam had that same guilt ridden look on his face. Personally Dean was getting sick of his brother blaming himself for Jessica's death. It hadn't been his fault. It was that things fault, just like it was that things fault that their mother was dead and they were leading this life.

Sam stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" It was Sam's turn to not be in the sharing and caring kind of mood. He knew that was usually Dean's MO, but when it came to Jessica, Sam just preferred to keep things to himself.

"You just looked kind of out of it in there," Dean said. "Like someone stole your favorite toy and wouldn't give it back."

Sam smirked. "Nah, I'm fine. So you think we're dealing with an angry spirit?" They got into the car. His mind was dwelling on Jessica way to much and he was anxious to move it to a new subject.

Dean started the car and leaned back into his seat. He sighed and ran hand through his hair. He wouldn't force his brother to talk about it, but that didn't mean it didn't piss Dean off. "I've never heard of an angry spirit mauling and eating part of a body. It sound more like a wolf got her."

They looked at each other and chorused, "Werewolf."

"But there wasn't a full moon last night," Sam said, frowning slightly.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean anything. Werewolves can change at will if they're good enough," Dean reminded him. "The full moon just gives them that extra power."

"All right," Sam said. "So now we need to go and check out the graveyard. See if there's any tracks or any other signs of a werewolf."

Dean nodded and they put he put the car into gear. "Let's go."

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