The next morning…

"Look alive, boys." Angel called as she walked back into the house, "We've got another vic." She frowned when she only saw Sam, "Where's Dean."

"Where do you think?" He shook his head as he led her over to the bathroom and banged on the door, "You ever coming out of there?"

"What?"

"Dean, a police call came in on the scanner."

"Hold on!"

Angel banged on the door, getting irritated, "Someone was found dead three blocks from here, Dean. Now, come on."

The door opened just then to reveal Dean standing there, in the steam-filled room, with a towel on his head, "This shower is awesome."

Angel shook her head, "Hurry it up." As she walked away she sent an eye to Sam, "Today, he's your brother."

At the Bloome residence…

The three of them pulled up and got out of the car quickly with their umbrellas for the pouring rain. They made their way over to Larry, who was finishing up a phone call. The body of Lynda Bloome was currently being carried out in a body bag on a stretcher.

As they approached Larry hung up the phone, "Hello. You're, uh, back early."

"Yeah, we just drove in. Dean nodded, "Wanted to take another look at the neighborhood."

Sam motioned, "What's going on?"

"You three met, uh… Lynda Bloome at the barbeque?"

Angel nodded, "The realtor."

"Well, she, uh… passed away last night."

The three of them stared at him in shock, "What happened?"

"I'm still trying to find out. Identified the body for the police." He turned and saw the police were ushering him over so he frowned at the Winchesters, "Look, I- I'm sorry, this isn't a good time now."

"No, it's okay." Angel nodded, "We're sorry for your loss."

He nodded, "Excuse me."

Dean looked to his siblings once Larry walked away, "You guy know what we have to do, right?"

Angel nodded with a frown, "Oh, yeah."

Sam was also in agreement, "We have to get in that house."

"See if we got a bug problem." Dean smirked over to his sister, "You gonna be able to stomach this one, sis?"

"Shut up, doofus." She rolled her eyes as she led them to the back of the house, "Phobia or not, i can still do my job."

A few minutes later, they climbed over the fence, up the side of the house, and through Lynda's bedroom window. The outline of her dead body was drawn on the carpet with tape.

Dean nodded, "This looks like the place."

They walked over to the bathroom where a towel laid on the floor. Angel picked it up but quickly dropped it with a squeak just as fast once she saw the dead spiders that covered it.

"Christ." She huffed moving away from the dead things, "Spiders."

Dean shared a look with Sam, "From Spider Boy?"

"Matt." Sam corrected with a glare followed by a frown, "Maybe."

Later on, Dean pulled the impala up at the curb. Across the street, Matt got off a school bus and began walking towards the woods.

Dean watched him before motioning the other way, "Isn't his house that way?"

Sam nodded, "Yup."

Angel opened her door, "So let's find out where he's going, boys."

The boys get out and they all follow Matt, finding him in the woods examining a grasshopper.

"Hey, Matt." Sam earned the kids attention, "Remember me?"

Matt looked between them worriedly, "What are you doing out here?"

Angel studied him softly, "We just wanna talk to you for a sec."

"You're not here to buy a house, are you?" At her head shake he grew more tense, "W- wait. You're not serial killers?"

The three Winchesters laughed as Sam shook his head, "No, I think you're safe."

"So, Matt…" Dean motioned to the grasshopper in his hands, "You sure know a lot about insects."

"So?"

"Did you hear what happened to Lynda, the realtor?"

"I hear she died this morning."

Angel nodded, "She did…"

Dean hushed his voice, earning a glare from Sam, "From spider bites."

"Matt…" Sam earned his attention, "You tried to scare her with a spider."

"Wait…" He pointed between them, "You think I had something to do with that?"

Dean raised a brow, "You tell us."

"That tarantula was a joke." He scoffed with dismissal, "Anyway, that wouldn't explain the bee attack or the gas company guy."

"You know about those?"

He nodded at Sam, "There is something going on here. I don't know what… but something's happening with the insects." He picked up his backpack and began leading them to another area, "Let me show you something."

"So, if you knew about all this bug stuff, why not tell your dad?" Sam asked, "Maybe he could clear everybody out."

"Believe me, I've tried, but, uh…" He frowned with a headshake, "Larry doesn't listen to me."

"Why not?"

"Mostly? He's too disappointed in his freak son."

Sam scoffed sadly, "I hear ya…"

Dean looked over at him, "You do?"

Sam turned and gave him a look before looking back at the kid, "Matt, how old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"Well, don't sweat it, because in two years, something great's gonna happen."

"What?"

"College." Sam smiled, "You'll be able to get out of that house and away from your dad."

"What kind of advice is that?" Dean burled up, "Kid should stick with his family."

Sam sighed and glared at Dean as Angel stepped up to the other side of Matt.

"Listen, kid…" She offered him a small smile, "You do whatever you gotta do to keep yourself happy and sane. If that's going away to college, then do it. If it's staying close to the fam? Do that." She gave a pointed dismissive look to her brothers, "Whatever you wanna do, do it. Now, how much further we got?"

He nodded at her, "We're close."

Sam glared at Dean once more before he continued following Matt and Angel. A few moments later, they reached a large clearing. The sounds of hundreds of different insects were heard amongst the trees. Angel immediately tensed at the sound. She couldn't see anything but that made her anxiety even worse.

Matt turned to them, "I've been keeping track of insect populations. It's, um, part of an AP science class."

Dean smirked at his brother, "You two are like peas in a pod."

Sam ignored him, "What's been happening?"

"A lot. I mean, from bees to earthworms, beatles… you name it." He motioned around, "It's like they're congregating here."

Dean looked down, "Why?"

Matt shrugged, "I don't know."

"What's that?"

He pointed to a dark patch of grass a few feet away. They all curiously walked over to it and discovered hundreds of worms writhing around. Dean lightly stepped on it and caused a hole to form where a bunch of worms fell. He crouched down and used a stick to poke around inside the hole.

"There's something down there…"

Putting the stick down he reached into the hole slowly. With a disgusted expression, he brought his hand back up, and all four of them looked horrified at what was in his hands. Covered in dirt and worms, laid a human skull.