"Sam, Jesus, I'm fine!" Dean protested loudly, scooting away from his quickly approaching brother. "Let me just take your temperature!" Sam yelled, frustrated.

"Focus… on the case…" he said between coughs. "Cas, what notes did you take during the interview?"

"Ah, let me see. 'Phillip is a clumsy man. Lacey was absent from school. She is sweet and'-"

"No, Cas," Dean interrupted, "I meant something useful." He began to cough again. Before Dean knew it, Castiel's feathery light hand flutter to Dean's forehead, feeling the heat radiating off him.

"102 degrees Fahrenheit." Cas announced expertly. "Dean, you have a fever."

Sam nodded at the angel. "Thanks for that. Now Dean, you should probably be in bed or something."

Dean ignored him. "So, can we rule out anything? Like, is the girl a monster? Was she kidnapped? Was it the guy, Phillip? What do we know?"

"It's suspicious that the body was left and the girl wasn't. I think we should check with a coroner today and inspect the body. That's the only way we'll know anything about him for sure."

"Right. Where's the body at?"

Sam went back into the kitchen and inspected the newspaper clipping. "Parker & Son Funeral Home."

Before Sam or Castiel could suggest otherwise, Dean took his keys out of his pocket and strolled out the door. "HetshCHOO!"

"Agents Florence, Specktor and Nash, FBI." Dean announced gruffly. "And you are?"

"Turner Wilson, head coroner. Pleased to meet you." He shook hands with the "agents" and handed Sam a stack of papers. "Here's my coroner's report. I didn't know this was an FBI case…"

"Someone dies suspiciously and another gets kidnapped? You-bet-it's-an-FBI-case." Dean rushed before sneezing.

"Bless you, uh… Agent Florence." Castiel said formerly.

"So, um," Dean trailed off, flipping through the report quickly. "Can we see the body?"

The balding man shrugged. "Sure, okay. Call me if you need me." He offered before leaving.

Dean pulled open the refrigerating unit, revealing the corpse. Castiel leaned in to get a better look as Sam started firing off observations.

"There's about a six inch cut on his neck, no other apparent markings… am I missing anything?"

"Report says he was drained of blood when they got h-him. Htchshoo."

"Drained of blood? I did not detect any bites on the neck." Cas mentioned. Sam nodded. "That's because there isn't any. So that rules out vamps. What else drains things of blood?"

"Chupacabras?"

"Maybe we should keep looking around Dean… I don't think chupacabras even live in this area."

"Right, okay." he sniffled, rubbing his nose. Sam gave him a disgusted look and handed him a tissue. "I, umm…" Dean began, eyes seeming to drift off into space. "I…"

Suddenly, he felt very hot; sweat dotted his face and his cheeks flushed angrily. He saw Sam mouthing his name but couldn't hear anything. His vision went black just as his angel caught him.

AN - A big thank you to Singstar4 for her review and prompting to continue this fic! 3 Comments are welcome and well appreciated! :)