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Work was strange on Monday. Once she had reached the real estate office and settled into her every day routine, it was almost easy to forget everything that had happened over the weekend, and at one point she actually had. It took a phone call from Jack just before lunch and another from Sam at mid afternoon to remind her she hadn't actually dreamed the last two days. When the receptionist at the office asked her about her weekend, she smiled to herself, finally having something interesting to share. She went grocery shopping on the way home, knowing that with two other people in the house, her supplies would not stretch much longer, and as she stacked the bags into her car she smiled to herself. She was actually happy about going home to a not empty house.

It was after 7 when she made it back home, and she rang the doorbell with her nose as she juggled four shopping bags and her briefcase with her arms. Sam opened the door and immediately grabbed the bags from her. She followed him into the kitchen.

"What's that?" She asked surprised when she spotted a huge arrangement of flowers on the kitchen bench.

"Your boyfriend" Dean said pulling the card from the flowers and passing it to her. He raised his eyebrows suggestively at her "You must have been good"

"Good?" She wriggled her own eyebrows at him and raised her head haughtily "I was spectacular!"

"If you weren't my cousin" Dean said in mock wistfulness.

"Sometimes, I wonder if that would really stop you" She said.

"Oh my God" Sam gave them both a scandalized look "You can't say stuff like that!"

Isabel looked at Dean "Why is he so uptight?"

"I'm standing right here!" Sam cried out.

"Sorry" Isabel said turning to face Sam "Why are you so uptight?"

"I'm not uptight. You two have a twisted sense of humour!" Sam said petulantly and started pulling groceries out of the bags.

Dean and Isabel shared a chuckle at Sam's outburst. She opened the card and read it, pulling it away when Dean tried to snatch it off her hand.

"What does it say?" He asked trying to read it over her shoulders.

"None of your business" She said turning around so he couldn't read it.

"Come on" Dean said "We're family, you can tell me"

"No, it's private Dean"

"Is it that bad?" He asked smirking "It's dirty, isn't it?"

"I swear to God Dean, if you keep it up I'll tell you exactly what it says" She threatened.

"Fine" He said finally moving to help Sam unload the groceries.

After dinner they all sat in the lounge room. Sam and Isabel were on the couch and Dean was sitting on the armchair near the fireplace. The phone rang and Isabel went to answer it, moving to the kitchen when she found out it was Jack. They chatted for a few minutes and then she headed back with the boys.

"Booty call?" Dean asked crudely.

"What? No!" Isabel snapped "He just wanted to make sure I got the flowers"

"Are you going to see him again?" Sam asked looking at her, smiling.

"Wednesday night" She said excited like a fifteen year old.

"Why don't you girls save it for the slumber party" Dean said finally, turning the volume up on the TV "You might want to see this"

They froze in the spot as the newsreader came on. A body had been found by hikers that evening. A female body in the woods located on the outskirts of the town. She was believed to be the second girl kidnapped,five weeks ago. The police were now searching the entire woods for signs of the other women. They didn't say how she died.

"Kelly Richardson" Sam said quietly once the report was over.

Dean grabbed a pile of papers that had been sitting on the coffee table and flipped through them. He pulled out Kelly's picture and a notebook, flipping over the pages until he found the one he wanted.

"Kelly Richardson" He started "Twenty-oneyears old, college student and part-time assistant at the campus library. Disappearedfive weeks ago"

"Let me guess, lived alone, no family, no one saw anything" Isabel added sadly.

"Dead ends" He said "Just like the others"

"Except she's the only one murdered" Sam said sitting on the couch.

"Well, they didn't say she was murdered" She said looking from Dean to Sam and desperately clinging to a quickly fading ray of hope "They just said they found her body"

"I think it's a pretty safe bet that something happened to her" Dean said.

"Yeah, but we don't know what" She said "I mean, why out of six girls is this the first one he kills?"

"He might have killed them all Bel" Dean said "They just found Kelly's body first"

She closed her eyes and buried her face in her hands, resting her elbow on her knees "Oh God, Leslie!"

She felt Sam's arms around her and she was silently thankful for the comfort, small as it was "We can't jump to conclusions yet" He said, and Isabel immediately knew that he'd only said it for her benefit.

"We need to find out more" Dean said, pacing up and down the room "We need to know how Kelly died"

"How are you going to do that Dean?" Isabel asked, not looking up.

Dean looked down at her and Sam for a moment before sitting down on the other side of Isabel. The wheels in his head were turning.

"Talk to the police" He said.

She turned to him "Talk to the police?"

"Tell them you knew her from college; saw the news report and want to know what happened"

"Hold on" She said narrowing her eyes "Me? You want me to talk to the police?"

"Tomorrow. You talk to the cops, we'll hit the morgue" Dean said looking at Sam, who pursed his lips at him, obviously not all that happy with the plan andanxiously expecting yet another intense argument from his cousin and brother.

"What makes you think they'll tell me anything?" She asked cynically.

"Play scared. Tell them you knew Kelly and Leslie and you're worried there might be a connection. Demand they tell you if they've found anything to connect the victims. Tell them you're worried for yourself"

She wanted to protest and argue, but deep down inside, she wanted to know what the hell was going on too. This wasn't about girls disappearing anymore. These women were dying. Now she was scared and she realised she wouldn't have to play scared when she went to the police, she already was.

She closed her eyes and leaned back against the couch "I'll take tomorrow off. I'm gonna go to bed" She said slowly before standing and heading to her room.

Once Isabel was out of the room Sam and Dean looked at each other.

"What are the chances the others are still alive?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head sadly "I still don't know if there's anything we can do"

"Maybe not" Dean said, going through his duffel bag and pulling out a black t shirt and navy blue shirt "But that" He added pointing to the black TV screen "was not the full story"