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Windyfontaine (ch 5, 6): Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry! I totally missed you for ch 5, but I'm not sure why. Sorry! You're right. He does. And it will come. Yes, it does. Thanks. Here's the next post. Thanks. 'Cuz you're readin' my mind? Sorry this isn't soon enough.

Pmsdevil01: Sorry. Don't mean to tease. I will.

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Supernaturalfan0718: Thanks. Here's more.

KatieMalfoy19: Well, calm down and wait. You see, I'd tell ya, but then I'd have to kill ya.

CrazyPirateGirl: Yeah, I know. Here's the next chapter. Yeah, they will. Thanks.

Long-Live-Christopher: It's okay. I hate it when that happens. Thanks. Yes, he does.

Spuffyshipper: Thanks. Yeah, that was a cool twist, huh? Oh, they'll get bad---and how. Unfortunately, you're right about Sam. By the way, I looked you up on fanfic, but you're not listed. Did you ever post your stories?

DISCLAIMER

Supernatural belongs to the WB. The creature is mine, though I got some of his powers from this episode of Smallville where this football coach was able to burn people just by touching them. Story deals with cutting which I only know about from "Higher Ground" and a movie called "Secret Cutting".

"They were found in the psychiatrist's office?" Sam repeated.

"Yeah," Dean nodded.

"So either this guy is nuts---" Sam began.

"Or it's a creature in human form," Dean finished.

"It doesn't sound like anything we've come up against before," Sam stated.

"Yeah, I know. It's weird," Dean agreed.

"Wish Dad was here," Sam said.

"Me too," Dean agreed again.

"I think it's time we looked in on this good doc," Sam stated. The brothers looked at each other. Later that night, they crept over to the psychiatrist's office.

"Okay, Dr. Max Nordstrom, let's see who or what you really are," Dean muttered, as he forced the door open. They went past the receptionist desk and headed for the office. Once there, Sam jimmied the lock and they went in.

"Okay, patient files," Dean mused.

"Dean, those are confidential," Sam scolded.

"Look, both victims died seein' this doc. I'd like to know what else they had in common besides needing therapy and the way they died," Dean shot back in a hiss. Sam rolled his eyes and focused on finding anything that would give them a clue as to what they were dealing with. Finding nothing on the desk, he moved towards the back of the room.

"Psst! Psst! Sam!" Dean hissed. With a sigh, Sam rolled his eyes and walked over to his brother.

"What?" he asked.

"I know what the victims had in common," Dean stated.

"What?" Sam wondered.

"Both were seein' the doc for some kind of problem he called "malicious self-mutilation to the wrists". Whatever that means," Dean told him.

"'Cutting', Dean. It's called 'cutting'," Sam corrected.

"How do you know?" Dean asked. Sam opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by another voice.

"May I help you?" it asked as light suddenly flooded the room.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Sorry if the name is familiar. I don't know if it is or not, it was the only thing I could come up with. If it's a real person, no disrespect intended.