Chapter 3

The crime scenes were as normal as could be, which in this case was abnormal. There was no sign of struggle, no E.M.F. and nothing was out of place. If it weren't for a few dents in the walls and the tape on the floor that had lined the bodies, Sam and Dean would not have been able to find where it had happened. They assumed that victims were thrown against the wall when attacked, then some exterior force crushed every bone in their bodies before they collapsed lifelessly on the ground.

"Man, you ever seen anything like this?" Dean asked as he paced around the last crime scene they had to check out. "It's so clean, no blood spatter or anything!"

"No," Sam shook his head. "I don't know what it could possibly be."

"Me neither, but I do know one thing."

"What?"

"That I'm starving! The sun set like two hours ago, can we please go get something to eat?" Dean whined.

"I guess we won't find anything here seeing as we didn't at the motel or the other crime scene. Lets go."

"Good!" The older brother exclaimed. "Hey, wanna go to that diner?"

"And talk to the psychic girl?"

"Actually I was thinking to eat, but you can do that too."

They walked towards the front door of the apartment room, carrying their equipment and wearing electricians outfits.

Sam reached for the door knob, "You know there's just something I lik-"

He opened the door and met Hilary's blue eyes. She was standing in the hallway.

She looked somewhat surprised but then her glossy lips formed a friendly smile. "Oh, good, I was worried I got the wrong building!" She exclaimed perkily.

Dean stared at her, "Uh, you, you're-"

"Here," She finished for him. "Yeah, I know creepy, but I couldn't help it! I tried calling your number but I accidentally smudged the last two digits, see?" She held her palm in Sam's face for a second before continuing, "So when Dean said earlier that you guys had placed to be, he was thinking about crime scenes, so then I like, thought to myself that old Mr. Taylor died here a while ago. Now here I am and I'm like so glad I'm in the right place 'cause I just really wanted to talk to you Sam. This is so weird! Like I said I've never met-"

Dean put his hand over her mouth. "Do you come with an off switch or just never shut up?"

Hilary blushed. "I just really wanted to talk to Sam, you know about our powers and stuff."

Sam nodded, "Okay, well how 'bout we go for a walk and just talk. Dean can take the car, go eat and then go back to the motel. I'll just walk back to the motel when we're done."

Dean said nothing, disliking the idea of his little brother alone with her, she could be a psycho for all they knew.

"Why would Sam need a gun?" Hilary asked, reading his thoughts.

Before Dean could reply Sam cut in, "I don't, we'll be fine. Just go eat then go to bed okay?"

Dean nodded reluctantly. He knew his brother was eager to have a companion somewhat like himself and didn't want to ruin it for him. He could tell by the look in his eye that there was no saying no, Sam was always ready to jump at the chance to talk to others like him. Besides, dean thought, what's the worst that could happen?

Sam gave him a short smile and followed Hilary out onto the lamp-lighted street. Dean walked behind them and then towards his car. The last thing he heard of them before the engine rumbled to life was Hilary asking, "So, how did your girlfriend die?"