AN: Well here is the new chapter for you. To be on the safe side I label this chapter M. For this reason I put detail description of the aftermath of the attack. It's probably not worth it but to be safe, I did it anyway.

Chapter 8: Investigate

"Okay all I am getting is the same thing," Sam said sitting in front of his laptop. "A John Doe murdered in the woods."

Chloe and Clark were standing behind Sam as he looks up the case on his laptop. They were in the living room, with Sam sitting on the couch, laptop in lap, Chloe and Clark behind the couch looking over Sam's shoulder, and Dean was on his cell phone talking to someone.

"What do you think it is," Chloe asked.

"I don't know we won't know anything until we investigate more."

"Could it be supernatural?"

"Could be," Dean jumped in. "I call the morgue, told them that we'll be paying them a little visit to check out this John Doe of theirs."

"What are we this time,' Sam asked.

"We're federal agents." Sam nods his head.

"What can I do to help," Chloe ask anxiously.

"No offense Chloe but the last time we let you jump in to help us, it sent you a one way ticket to the hospital," Dean stated.

"Yeah but that was then this is now. We're in Smallville, I know my way around, I could help you find where the crime scene is and maybe hack into the police database for information." Dean was about to say something but his brother glare stopped him. He was giving him the "come on" look.

Letting out a sigh, he drew his attention back to Chloe.

"Fine I tell you what; you and Clark can hack into the police files and see what they are keeping from the public. Sam and I will stop by the morgue and crime scene to see what we're facing."

"Okay," Chloe said moving to her room to acquire her own laptop.

After Sam shut down his laptop, he followed his brother out the door. They got in the Impala and headed for the town's morgue. Chloe was out of her room with her laptop up once the door close behind the boys. She sat down on the couch with Clark right behind her.

"So this is what they do, huh?"

"Yep," she smiled.

Sam and Dean pull up in the parking lot of the town's morgue ten minutes after leaving Chloe's apartment. Dean reached over to the passenger side to get his box of fake ids out of the glove department and handed one FBI id to Sam. Reading his name to get familiar with it, Sam got out of the car. Noticing that the other passenger didn't get out of the car he turns around.

"Are you coming?"

"I figured we should split up, you take the morgue and I'll take the woods. We can get done quicker that way."

"Okay, what time should we meet back here?"

Looking down at his watch, Dean read twelve forty-five. "Lets meet back here in about two hours, so then it'll give us both time for questions and answers."

"Okay," Sam said. He was about to leave when he turned back again. "What should I tell them if they ask about these…" he asked pointing to his scars.

"Tell them you had a rough night with your girlfriend,' Dean smiled. Sam rolled his eyes and went inside the building. He was immediately hit with cool air and the smell of formaldehyde. A woman behind a glass window looked up once the door shut.

"May I help you sir," she asked instantly looking at the scars on his face.

Taking a deep breathe, Sam answered. "Yes, I'm agent William with the FBI and I'm here to see the John Doe that was brought here last night."

"Oh yes, follow me. Dr. Nelson is waiting for you in the mortuary."

With one last glance at his scars, she left her little cubicle and into the hallway where he was. She didn't ask about my scars, that's good, Sam thought to himself as he followed her down the hall. Sam followed the short lady through some steel double doors and into a room with metal compartments, long sinks that connect with flat silver tables, medical tools, and of course bodies. There were two bodies in the middle of the room with white sheets over them. Sam advert his eyes away from them and to the lady he's been following. She went into another room and came back a minute later with a man wearing scrubs. He greeted Sam with a smile as he neared him.

"Thanks Mrs. Glover,' he said to her as she headed to the door. "Hi I'm Dr. Nelson, you're the agent I spoke to on the phone?"

"Hi, agent Williams and no that was my partner. He left to go to the crime scene which leaves me with our John Doe here." Dr. Nelson nod and examine the young man before him.

"You're kind of young to be an agent aren't you?"

"Thank you," Sam said taking a line from his brother. "So where's our John Doe?"

"He's over here," Nelson pointed to one of the table with a sheet over a body. "Not much to him. I didn't believe it when the police said they had a John Doe on their hands but once I saw this guy I nearly gag myself. Are you sure you want to see this."

Looking at the sheet for a minute and thinking about his options, he decides on not seeing it. "Maybe you should tell me about him instead." Dr. Nelson smiled.

"Okay, you made the right decision. As I said before, nothing much to him. Face and torso had been scratch with deep claw like hands. The face was scared the worse. Whatever did this left this guy nearly decapitated. The torso was nothing but a hollow mess. This thing must have eaten him and wasted no time doing it. I say this guy died quickly."

"Do you have any ideas on what could have done this?'

"My guess would be a bear, some sort of mountain lion, any wild animal, but…" he paused.

"What is it?"

"I never had seen a bear or a lion leave this." He moved the sheet up from the bottom to reveal the John Doe's legs. He pointed to the upper thigh of the man and on it was a hand print. Prints with long, very long fingers and wide palms. "Either one of the police officers smeared their hand on the body or some lunatic on the loose." Sam studied the hand print before looking back up to the doctor.

"Well thank you doctor for you're time. I think I have all I need," Sam said walking to the door.

"It must be serious if the FBI is involved," Nelson said stately more then a question. Sam couldn't do anything but nodded his head as he left.

An hour had pass until Dean finally made it to the woods. Forty five minutes to drive to the woods and fifteen minutes to find the crime scene. Great timing Dean now you only have an hour to scope the place out and see what we're dealing with, he thought. Making it pass a decaying tree, he could see the police's tape and two police cars.

"Prefect," he mumbled under his breath.

"Sorry sir but this is a crime scene, I would have to ask you to leave,' one of the policeman said.

"Easy up pal, I'm FBI," Dean said throwing his badge up.

"Sorry sir, I didn't know.'

"You were only doing your job, Deputy… Scott," looking at his badge. "Really good, keep up the hard work," Dean sarcastically said as he passed the deputy. "What a moron."

Dean ducks under the tape and observe the area. There was a pile of blood in the center. Along with a tent that had been shredded with blood on it. Instantly he thought of the Blackwater Ridge in Colorado.

"Can I help you sir," said a voice behind him. Dean quickly turns to see another deputy walking toward him.

"Agent Wright, so this is where you found the John Doe huh?"

"Yeah, it's a shame to see someone tore to shred like that. It's the first this town ever had to a murder case."

"Um uh so this guy was the only person out here?"

"Yeah from the looks of it, he was camping out here alone. We suspect he must have been attack in his tent before whatever it was dragged him out and finish him off here," the deputy said pointing to the pile of blood.

"Any other attacks like this," Dean asked looking around the area some more.

"No this is the first but I assuming there was one before in another place if the FBI is on it."

"Yeah well that's top secret information,' Dean smiled at the man. "Let me ask you something."

"Yes."

'What do you think did it?"

"I don't know but whatever it was its dangerous."

"Thanks deputy…"

"Deputy Glen."

"Well thanks Deputy Glen, I'll just take a look around, to see if there's something else that could clue us in on what did this."

"Sure go right ahead."

Dean walked pass him and under the tape to look around. The trees sways in the breeze as the woods took on a quite eerie theme. He followed a tire track path down to a dead end through thick woods and overlapping boulders. He walked along the layered rocks until he was met up with the opening of a dark cave. He pulled out his pocket flashlight and shined it through the cave. Getting closer into to the cave, he saw something on the edge of the opening. Casting the light toward the edge, he spotted what was a hand print in blood. The hand print had fingers that were long and palms wide. He points the flashlight in the cave again and kept it there for awhile. The hair on the back of his neck stood once he had this distinct feeling that someone was watching him. He looked around to see if there was someone behind or beside him, but there was no one. He brought his attention back to the cave and looked hard to see if anyone was in there. Giving up, he took one last look at the hand print before walking back to his car.

Deep into the cave, some red eyes glowed. Small laughers were heard, it sounded like a woman's laughter. Seconds later the eyes and the laughter disappear and then there was nothing darkness.

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