A/N

Alright, I decided I needed a beta. If anyone's up for it, let me know. I'd appreciate it, and I'd be willing to do the same for you. Thanks to all the reviews, I'm glad you all like it. I extended it more than I was going to, so I added in some stuff. I hope you're all okay with that. I have a funny story to tell you. In science class we were learning about evolution and what not, and these names came up; Dean Falk and Keyt something or the other. But when asked to say them, I read as Dean Falk. Funny, it's De-ann Falk and Kate. I just couldn't help it, but I felt it was so wrong. It's actually not funny now that I say it, but haha it just goes to show how much of a loser I am.

Chapter Four

"Alright so here's the scoop," Dean said as they walked down the street. They were currently heading back towards Café Napoli after a quick run in to the motel. "I'm Andrew Louis, you're Ian Willison. We're private investigators looking into the deaths at the mission. If she asks, friend of yours has a retired parent up here that asked if you could look into it. Got it?"

"Hey Dean," Sam asked as they rounded the corner.

"Yeah?"

"How long did it take you to come up with that?"

"Shut up Sam," Dean replied as he opened the door to the café. "And stick to the plan."

"Yes ma'am," Sam smirked as Dean turned his head and glared for a moment at him. He pushed past Dean, making his way to the table in the back where Kristin was sitting waiting. He reached out his hand to hers. "Hi Ian Willison."

"Kristin, nice to meet you Mr. Willison," she stood up and took his hand.

"Please, call me Ian," Sam added before sitting down across from her at the table. Dean was close behind and took his seat as well. "I understand that you knew some of the victims? Is that right?"

"Yes, I mean I didn't know them all. But I knew of them all except for the last one." Sam had been a little hesitant about the meeting. They had made the mistake not to look into the actual victims but the place. And now it was going to come up, and they knew nothing about any of the victims except how they died. "The first one, Russ Waltz, he was only thirteen. He's really the only one I knew."

"And you knew him personally?" Dean cut in.

"Well, kind of. His mom works here, but we rarely see her anymore after his death and all. He was a pretty good kid, polite most of the time."

"Did he get into any trouble recently that you know of?" Sam inquired.

"Not really. I mean it when I say he's a good kid. I have a younger sister about his age; and well I asked her about him once. From what I've heard he doesn't get into anymore trouble than a thirteen year old should."

"Nothing strike him as odd to you?" Dean asked. This was getting a little too close to nothing than he liked.

"No not really, just normal I suppose." Dean leaned back with an annoyed sigh.

"Is he religious?" Sam pressed.

"No actually he's not. His mom is, to a certain extent."

"How's that?"

"She goes to church, but by herself. Russ doesn't go with her, he feels like he doesn't have much reason to believe in God; his dad died a few years ago from a stroke. But she's always, and I mean always telling Russ and everyone that just because you can't see God or hear him, doesn't mean he doesn't exist. All this stuff about how you can't see happiness, but you can see someone smiling."

"She must've taken it pretty hard, losing her husband and then her child."

"Well, she and Russ' dad weren't together. I mean she still took it hard, but they weren't married, and didn't live together. Russ was actually living full time with his dad before he died."

"Why's that?"

"I'm not really sure cause Patty never really talked about it. You'd have to ask her."

"Can I get her information from you?" Sam asked. Kristin nodded as she wrote down Patty's number on a napkin and handed it to him.

"And the rest of them?" Dean asked.

"Like I said, I knew of them. There's Gordon Rimes, Mia Yost, and Don Eckert. But I didn't know them very well. I can only tell you what kind of coffee they ordered."

"Well thanks for your time," Dean added as he moved to get up.

"Sure thing, just let me know if I can help you anymore," Kristin said as she got up and made her way out the door.

"Alright, so Patty Waltz it is I suppose," Sam murmured as he followed Dean out of the café.

"Yeah, Waltz it is."