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DISCLAIMER
Supernatural belongs to the WB. I own any characters you don't recognize. This story deals with cutting, which I only know about from the tv show "Higher Ground" a movie called "Secret Cutting". If I haven't done this tastefully, tell me and I'll do my best to fix it. The place is an actual location and any place mentioned is real, but the psychiatrist is mine.

APPLETON, WISCONSIN

People watched as the 1967 Chevy Impala rolled into town. It was a pretty cool car.

"Dean, check it out," Sam stated. Dean followed his brother's gaze to see two squad cars at a local psychiatrist's.

"What the---?" Dean wondered. He drove over, only to be intercepted by an officer.

"Whoa! Sorry. No bystanders," the man told them.

"What's goin' on?" Dean wondered. Before the officer could reply, a stretcher was brought out.

"What've we got?" one of the other officers asked. The ME shook her head.

"Appears to be a suicide," she reported.

"Appears to be?" repeated the officer.

"Yeah. Poor baby has two slit wrists," came the response.

"Seems cut and dry to me," the officer stated.

"Yes, but it doesn't explain these other marks. It's almost like they were burned into the skin," the ME continued. Sam and Dean looked at each other. Strange burn marks? The ME was about to say something else when the officer that had stopped Sam and Dean caught her gaze.

"Hold up on your report," he requested.

"Don't worry. We're goin'," Dean assured. With that, he went on.

"So, whatta ya think?" Sam wondered.

"We've investigated on less," Dean answered. He kept driving until he reached a dumpy hotel.

"You know, if you wouldn't keep spending whatever you hustle on booze and women, we probably could stay someplace nicer like the Radisson Paper Valley Hotel," Sam stated. Dean looked at his brother in confusion.

"When were you here?" he asked.

"A few years back, came here with Jess," was the response.

"How'd you afford that?" Dean wondered.

"It's called 'saving up', Dean. You should try it sometime," Sam answered.

"Jerk," Dean tossed back. Without waiting for a reply, Sam went up to the entrance. Dean quickly caught up with his brother. Dean pulled out a credit card and paid for a room. Then, the two went out to the car, grabbed their bags from the trunk, and went to Room 104.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

ME stands for medical examiner.