Dean and Jo were in San Diego for about two days and they were starting to get discouraged about the case.
Local men were being killed by someone while they were watching a football game on TV. The men had their eyes cut out and were always found by their wife or girlfriend. At first the blame was on the women but then after all alibis checked out the police were stumped.
"Dean, what are you thinking?" Jo asked him.
Dean was staring off into space yet again and Jo was starting to get worried about him.
"Just the case. I mean I love football don't get me wrong, but I wouldn't want to die watching it." Dean confessed.
"I know, I think we are probably dealing with a woman. Someone who maybe was abused by her husband, or was neglected. Someone who would hate a man who payed more attention to football than his own wife."
Dean nodded. Sometimes he couldn't believe how smart Jo was. She always had a theory, mostly they were right, and she knew just as much about the hunting stuff as Dean.
"Okay, but how do we figure out who's next? It's football season, there pro games on Sunday's and Monday's and college is pretty much every day except those two. San Diego is a big city too. We have no way of figuring out who this bitch is going to go after next." Dean told Jo.
Jo sighed. She knew he was right, but she also know she was right. There had to be something else that all the victims had in common that would help them figure out who was next.
"Let's go back to interview the wives and girlfriends and maybe we can figure something else out." Jo said.
Dean and Jo left the motel and went to interview everyone again. There had to be something they were missing.
Dean and Jo arrived at Casey Little's house about 15 minutes later. Casey's husband George was the first man who had been killed.
"Mrs. Little, surely you remember us. Detective Ross and this is my partner Detective Gray." Dean told Casey Little.
Casey nodded and invited them in.
"What else is there to tell you? I though we covered everything." Casey told Jo and Dean.
"Well we know, but me and my partner can't figure out a connection between the murders so we just have a few more questions." Jo told her.
Casey nodded and told them she was making tea so she would be right back.
"Dean, what's the plan?" Jo whispered.
Dean just shrugged and tilted his head to show her that Casey was walking back into the room. Casey handed them the tea and Dean began.
"I know you said you weren't home when it happened, but did you notice anything not normal around the house? Cold spots.. smell like sulfur?"
Casey just looked at him like he was crazy which made Jo but in.
"Is there any reason someone would want to hurt George? Did he fire someone, did he get in a fight, anything?" Jo added.
Casey just shook her head no. This woman was starting to piss Dean off.
"Listen lady, were trying to help you. Something killed your husband and were trying to figure it out. So either you answer our god damn questions or were never going to figure it out."
"Something?" She asked confused.
"He meant someone." Jo reassured her, giving Dean a look.
"I'm doing my best, I'm telling you everything I can think of that will help you." Casey cried.
"What about anything that you haven't mentioned? Anything can help no matter what it is?" Jo spoke up.
Dean was looking around the room when he saw a picture of a little girl on the mantle. He tried to think if she mentioned a daughter but he didn't remember hearing about one.
"Do you have a daughter?" Dean asked.
Jo looked at him like he was nuts, but that's when she noticed the picture. Way to go babe, Jo smiled and gave herself a mental note to do something "special" for him later.
"Yes. Well we did. Kayla passed away." Casey confessed.
"I'm sorry to here that. What happened?" Jo asked.
"I was in LA for a business meeting and George stayed here with Kayla. They were on their way to dinner when they were in a car accident. George only broke a few bones but Kayla didn't make. My baby was only seven years old." Casey said crying.
"What caused the accident?" Dean questioned.
"George was on his cell phone but they said that was just a coincidence, he didn't do anything wrong."
"I know this is hard, but this helps a lot." Jo told her.
"How?"
"Were not sure yet, but this probably is a start. My partner and I are going to go back to the station and if we figure anything out we will let you know." Jo lied and her and Dean quickly left.
Jo knocked on the door of the Robins house. Steven Robins died four days after George making him the second victim. Kristen Robins opened the door and invited the two of them in.
"Mrs. Robins were sorry to burden you but we may have a lead." Dean told the woman.
"Anything to help." She nodded.
"Did you have a child?" Jo got straight to the point.
Kristen left the room and a few seconds later she came back in with a picture. This is my daughter, was my daughter, Toni. She died last year."
"I'm so sorry. What happened?" Jo asked and looked at Dean. This was not a coincidence. It couldn't be.
"Well her, her brother and my husband were at dinner when Toni had a seizure. She had epilepsy but it hasn't happened in a while and so he wasn't prepared and she died right there in the restaurant." Kristen told them.
"I'm sorry, how old is her brother?" Dean asked.
"Daniel is 16. He and Toni were twins. Now it's only me and him."
"Thank you, this actually helps us a lot. We need to get going but thank you again." Dean said.
Dean and Jo drove back to the motel to try and figure this out.
"Both people had daughters who died while they were with their dad. That can't be a coincidence." Jo said.
Dean nodded. It was Sunday morning which meant they had a whole day of football ahead of them and they had to try and figure out who would be next before another man was killed.
"I'm going to look up deaths of girls and see if there is a connection with something happening with the dad." Jo told him.
"Okay, I'll do the same I guess." Dean responded and they got started on the research.
It was thirty minutes later and they still haven't found anything and Dean was really getting annoyed.
"This is such chicken shit." Dean announced. "I hate research, this isn't my thing, it's Sam's."
Jo winced at the name of Sam. Every since Dean had told her the truth about him not being possessed she had hated him with every bone and her body and she just didn't like hearing his name.
"Well calm down. I think I might have found something." Jo confessed. She turned the computer around for Dean to read.
"Haley Block died when she was 15 years old ten years ago. She died in the kitchen from choking on a hot dog."
Being Dean, of course he had to laugh and make a snide comment.
"I guess she needed some more practice eating wieners." Dean laughed.
Jo punched him in the arm and yelled at him.
"Shut it! That's not all though, she died in the kitchen but her dad was in the other room completely oblivious to what was happening, because he was to busy watching the Super Bowl." Jo finished.
"Football." Jo nodded.
"So the ghost of this chick is killing dad's who's daughters died when they were their responsibility." Dean said.
"Yup. We just need to find her grave and burn her bones because it looks like were dealing with an angry ghost."
Dean and Jo searched a little more and found the address of her brother and went off to drive to his house.
Dean knocked on the house of James Block and when he answered Jo spoke up.
"Hi my name is Lacey Reynolds and this is my boyfriend Mike Cleary. We were friends of Haley in high school."
James invited them in and asked why they had just showed up.
"Well we know it is the ten year anniversary of her death and we wanted to pay our respects at her grave but we couldn't remember where it was. Do you think you can tell us?" Jo asked.
"Well that's very sweet of you. Yeah it's been ten years. I can't believe it, I miss my baby sister so much. It's so hard to deal with the loss of a sibling, we were so close." James said.
Jo just looked at Dean who said, "Yeah I know how you feel. My brother."
"I'm sorry, was he sick?" James asked.
Dean nodded and said, "Something like that."
"Sorry to here that, anyway Haley is buried at St. Agustine's Cemetery about five minutes out of San Diego." James told them.
Dean and Jo thanked him for the information and they left and drove off to the cemetery.
About 15 minutes later they arrived and took out a shovel, salt and matches from the trunk of the car and walked to find Haley's grave. They found it quickly after that and Dean began digging.
"You are lucky that I love you." Dean told Jo.
"Ha-Ha." Jo laughed and just kept shining the light down on Dean and he finally reached the coffin when they heard something.
"I think someone's coming." Jo said and hopped down into the hole with Dean. They waited a few minutes to say anything to make sure they wouldn't be caught.
Dean once again had to say something to make light of the situation.
"You know, we could have sex down here. It would be something new and besides dead people can be...sexy." Dean told her.
"Well when you put it like that." Jo said pushing closer towards him. "No." She laughed and climbed up the side and Dean followed.
"I tried." Dean shrugged and said to himself.
Dean threw the salt down on the body in the coffin and then started the match and threw it down there as well.
"Sorry sweet cheeks." Dean said and he and Jo walked away hand in hand.
Back at the motel Dean and Jo were eating a pizza when Dean spoke up.
"I want to find Sam."
Jo looked at him completely shocked. "Dean, you can't."
"Why's that?"
Jo sighed. "Because he's just going to try and kill you and I know you won't be able to bring yourself to hurt him and even if I went with you I'm sure Ruby would be with him and we just can't take on the both of them without killing him."
Dean knew she was right. He was just so hurt by his own brother. He wish he could kill him but he knew he wouldn't be able to. Even though he did try to kill him he was his little brother and he knew he would never be able to forgive himself no matter how bad Sam was.
"Fine." Dean said and kissed her. "I'm going to bed."
Jo got up and followed him in the bed and fell asleep in his arms wondering what type of case they would have next.