The next day, Sam, Dean, and I went out seperate ways to interview the widows of the men who had been killed by whatever it is. I was disguised as an FBI agent that had been called in for all the recent murders. The FBI agent disguise was always the first one I went to because it always just seemed to do the job in situations like this. I wore a black blazer with a white undershirt and a pair of black slacks with a pair of stiletto high heels. I never got to dress up often since comfort while driving was important so I did whenever I got the chance. I walked up to the door of the house and rang the door bell.

It was a simple house. Very small. Perfect for a starting couple. It had a small cottage kind of feel. There were plants growing in an outline around the front porch. There was bushes lining the walkway. A few trees were growing in the front yard. Flowers hung in hanging pots on the porch. It gave the place a homey feel. I liked it. Sometimes, I wanted a place like this, then I was jerked back to reality when another case hit knowing that there were too few hunters and way too many monsters. Boomer leaned his body into my knee almost as if he was reading my mind.

A woman came to the door. She was pretty. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a slim figure. She was gorgeous. Her eyes were rimmed in red making her eyes pop even more. She seemed surprised to find me standing at her door.

"Can I help you?" she asked touching her nose with a tissue.

"Yes man, my name is Jessica Kinkaid I'm with the FBI. I was just wondering if I could come in and ask you a few questions about your late husband," I said pulling the fake badge out of my jacket pocket and flashed it to her long enough to let her see it was FBI, but not long enough to see the name or anything else. She looked down to see Boomer standing there staring at her his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth.

"And the dog?"

"My partner. I don't do well with other people." I came in without her permission and took a quick look around the house. The house on the inside was modeled after her and her husband. They were in love judging by all of the pictures of them hanging on the walls. They seemed so happy with each other. It was a shame their love was cut short.

"I'm allergic to dogs," she said covering her nose as Boomer took a step in. Boomer looked up at me and I nodded to him. He stepped back out onto the porch and laid down to wait for me. It happened a lot with him when I was out investigating what was going on. Poor thing was used to it. She took me into the kitchen where I sat at a small round table set up for two people. It made my heart hurt a little knowing that her whole life was set up around them.

"I'm sorry for your loss, ma'am. If you could, answer a couple questions I have so I can help find the one who did this to your husband." She had poured me a cup of coffee and sat it in front of me before joining me at the table a box of tissues sitting in the middle of the table. I was expecting her to cry. Tears were a normal thing on this job. We always had to wait until they started killing before it was time to actually stop them.

I hated that so much. People always had to die first. I wish there was a way I could track them without a blood trail.

"Can you tell me about the last time you saw him? Was he acting funny?" She looked at me weird shaking her head.

"No, he had just come in from work. He worked night shift and I work day shift. I was just getting up so I could go for me daily jog before work and we always did what we always do. He came in kissed me goodnight and hoped I had a good day. I went out for my jog and when I came back, he was dead." She paused for a moment to dab her eyes with the tissue then rubbed the bottom of her nose. "There was so much blood." I jotted a couple things down in my notepad.

"He didn't have any enemies did he?" She shook her head no.

"He was friends with everyone." Her voice cracked as tears wanted to show themselves. "He had that kind of personality. Everyone loved him instantly." She let out a sad laugh. "It was strange really. He got along with everyone." I jotted this down hoping that it was an important detail of this case.

"Had he made an enemy of you?" I asked staring at her with the most serious face I could possibly muster. Maybe she was a witch. Maybe she was some female creep that preyed on the innocent male after seducing them like a Succubus maybe. She immediatly glared at me then stood up from the table.

"Are we done here?" I let a grin show.

"You never answered my question." She turned away from me putting our cups in the sink. I stood and made my way to the door knowing for sure that I had worn out my welcome. I opened the door where Boomer was sitting there facing the door waiting for me to come back out. He leaned around me looking at the woman. He huffed and walked off the porch with me. I opened the car door for Boomer and he hopped up into the front seat. I walked around the other side of the car pulling out my phone and called Sam.

"Yeah?" Sam asked on the other line.

"Anything interesting?"

"Nope, all nice guys. Never had any enemies. Everyone seemed to think highly of them." I hummed starting the car.

"We need to see if the wives have anything in common. A common area where they meet. A same restaraunt they visit, a gym, anything. I have a feeling the wives didn't have anything to do with it."

"I think you're right. Let's meet back at the motel." I hung up the phone without even saying goodbye and headed towards the motel so we could gather more evidence.