"Well officers Ulrich and Hetfeild, this bloke was moving too fast to really see any facial features. And it was too dark outside to distinguish his hair colour…" The English woman stated, noticing Dean looking out her window at the rental car he and Sam had purchased.

"Something the matter?" She asked.

"He's just…" Sam turned to his brother, "staring at your… garden."

The woman looked confused then shrugged "anyway, it was dark outside yes, but not so dark that I couldn't make out the whites in someones eyes. And that bloke didn't have any. His eyes were legitimately black as…" She looked down at her tea cup in her hand, "Is it stereotypical that my first thought was tea?"

"Black as tea?" Dean chuckled. "Agent Ulrich, can I have a word?"

Dean and Sam walked to the corner of the womans flat.

"Sam, I didn't sit through a long-ass plane ride- which I endured only for the sake of being distracted- to listen to a witness who didn't see what the guy looked like and uses tea as a metaphor for black." Dean told his brother, almost angry.

"Simile." Sam cleared his throat. "It was a simile… And besides, we've chased after stuff with less leads than this. This is a start. We can see if Dan had any enemies or"

"If it was a demon, why would it matter if he had enemies?" Dean asked.

"Look, just…"

Dean replied, "Bear with you?"

Sam smiled "Yeah, bear with me. If this lead turns out to be a dud, I'll buy you a British candy."

"Any British candy?" Dean thought for a moment and returned to the woman. "Tell me, did you know Dan Carew?"

"Not personally." She shook her head, "no. Though he had just recently been on the telly with the prime-minister, saying things like how he'd plan to tear down large businesses to solve our pollution problem with the O-zone crap. Apparently it was all his idea."

"Which businesses did he say?" Sam asked the woman.

"I don't remember." She shrugged.

"Try." Sam ordered.

"Uh, it's nothing too major like a shopping center or something. Just some government buildings like the Klein and Utterson building, uhh, the Hellisbury Hill Motel, stuff like that." She explained.

"So you think someone who works at one of the buildings got pissed and ganked him?" Dean whispered to his brother.

"Now, was there any distinguishing features on this man? You said you couldn't make out his hair colour… But what about anything facial wise? Or height? Anything would help." Sam smiled.

The woman huffed, "Well besides his jet-black eyes, uh… he's pretty tall… Again, he moved far too quick to see… Oh! He talked! He had a thick Irish accent. Northern."

Sam raised a brow, "what… What did he say?"

"He said something along the lines of 'I don't know why I want to hurt you. I just do.' And he kept referring to him as Daddy… I don't know what you can make of that, officers." She shrugged "sorry. Fat lot of good I am, eh?"

"Is there…" Dean sighed, "anything else?"

"Um… Yeah." She leaned in closer to the boys, "now I know you won't believe me. But I swear his ears… Were pointy."

"Pointy?" Sam looked at Dean.

"Pointy." She repeated.

Dean smiled, "Legolas or Spock?"

"reverse Spock. It wasn't the tops that were pointy, it was the bottom of his ears." She told them.

Sam leaned in closer to his brother, "what kind of demon has reverse-Spock ears?"

Dean shrugged, "maybe the meat-suit just had freakish ears."

Sam smiled at the woman, "thank you for your time. We'll be in touch if we have anymore questions."

The two began to leave the womans house.

She stood from her chair "Wait, there's something else. He was smoking a fag and dropped his matchbox. I picked it up and called hospital to get Dan. I already gave it to another detective but it said St. Patrick's Pub on it."

Sam and Dean turned to face the woman, "where is the pub?"