"Who the.." I try to yell out but I'm pushed up against the wall of the bathtub without so much as a finger touching me.

"Where's Sam & Dean Winchester?" The voice is low and raspy. His eyes pierce through me as if he wants to burn my skin.

I force a pulse through my body and whatever energy he was using to hold me there was gone. I'm in control of my own body movements and glare back to him with similar daggers "I'm not his babysitter!" I snarl back.

The man's eyebrows raise with confusion "how did you do that?" he asks, the blade in his hand tightening.

"Excuse you, I'm in the middle of something here. Whatever it is you want with Sam & Dean Winchester, I suggest you find them yourself" I inject myself past the strange character and head for the door. He puts his hand on my arm and my head flips towards him, staring him down with a final warning "let. me. go" I grit through clenched teeth.

"Please, just tell them Jeriah is looking for them." he says before releasing my arm. I jerk it away as soon as I feel the release and before I could say anything he is gone. I storm out of the crime scene and into the street. I go to get into my jeep and make my way back to another motel to do more research.

I wake up in the middle of the night in a sweat. I look down at my arm that's burning and notice a hand print burned into the skin. I rub over it, thinking it must just be a dream, but it worsens the sensation and I quickly run to the bathroom to put water on it. I look at the hand carefully, fully ware of the fact that it's exactly where that strange man put his hand before he disappeared earlier that day. When I return to the bed, I check the magazine of the gun on my nightstand to make sure it's loaded. I lay it back down and put my head to the pillow. I take a 4 second breath in before holding it in for 7 seconds. I then release it for 8 seconds and repeat the steps until I feel myself drifting to sleep.

I wake up to my phone ringing. I sit up and when I go to grab it from the charger I notice the hand print on my arm is gone. I can't believe what I'm seeing, I know just hours ago it was burned there. I need to talk to Dean and find out who the hell that man was and why he was looking for him. The fact that he was looking at the crime scene of that couple escaped me until that moment. Was he responsible for this? Was he trying to get a hold of Dean or was he just hoping he'd show up? My mind raised with questions and I forget about everything else. I start to tap away on the laptop to find any information I can.

Hours of research and I yield no new information on the strange person who startled me the day earlier. I close down my laptop, pack everything up and head into town to work on the case. I walk into the police station dressed as an FBI agent and make my way to the Sheriff "I didn't know the FBI was put on this case." he says briskly while shutting the door to his office.

"Well sir, there are a few other apparent murder suicides we're investigating that looks just as sketchy as this one." I lie to him easily. "I would like to the body's" I explain.

"With all do respect Agent Knicks, they are being transferred from the morgue as we speak to be cremated. The children want to put this all behind them and we are about ready to close this case." He dismisses my request.

I take a small breath and take a step closer to him, asserting myself as powerful and in command "Well, I'll just have to do my investigation at the morgue. I respect that their children want to move forward, but it is my job to investigate this case, and that is just what I am planning on doing." I make clear to him.

As uncomfortable and pissed he obviously is, he nods in understanding and sits back down at his desk. He quickly jots down something on a sticky note and hands it over to me "there's the address" the paper sticks off his finger and he lifts his eyes to meet mine.

"Thank you" I return taking it from him. As I go to turn away the sunlight from his window glares off his eye and it looks as if his eyes were yellow. I stop short and dart my eyes back to what I saw, but I find nothing strange in them. I try not to dwell on what I saw, as nothing in this case has any evidence of a monster whose eyes would show off yellow like a werewolf's would or a shape shifter through any surveillance I've watched. I get into my car, not before replacing the files I stole. If this case is going to take some time, then I'm going to want to keep the cops as happy as possible.

I get to the funeral home just in time to see the van carrying the bodies pull away. I park in a shaded spot and find my way inside. There, I meet a sweet elderly man whose directing a young girl on where to put the bodies "You must be Agent Knicks" he smiles with an open hand "the sheriff called me" he adds on.

"Hello, yes. I'm here to look at the bodies." I say taking his hand and shaking it softly, afraid I might break it with too tight of a grip.

"Follow me" he says after releasing my hand. I follow him down a set of stairs into a dimly lit basement area. When we are at the bottom, the young girl exits from an elevator shaft and pushes out the two bodies, covered with a white sheet. He walks over to a silver medical table and waits for one of the bodies to be placed in front of him. Once there, he helps the young girl lock the slab into place and repeats the same thing with the other body.

"Our crematory is ready, they will be cremated as soon as you're done. We like to go on lunch at 1:30." He tells me before putting his hand on the shoulder of the young girl directing her to return upstairs with him. I take a deep breath and lower one of the sheets off the bodies. It's the woman's, whose head has a gaping hole through it. I shake my head in dismay and put on some gloves.