Chapter 6
Morgan walked into the library. She wasn't sure what she was looking for. Dean and Sam went to the sheriff's office to talk to him. "It's an ongoing investigation and that's only what I can share with the press." The sheriff told them.
He was heavy set man with a beard and mustache. "Okay let me get this. You found the first head last week, correct?" Sam asks. The sheriff looks at them and nods his head. "Christina Flannigan." Sam continues. "That was two days ago." The sheriff adds.
A blond woman knocks and points to her watch. "Excuse me boys, but that's all the time I have." Dean quickly asks. "What about the cattle found dead?" "What about it?" The sheriff asks. Dean continues. "You know found dead. Split wide open and drained and over a dozen cases." "What about them." The sheriff asks.
Sam speaks up. "You don't think there's a connection?" Sam continues and it doesn't take long for the sheriff to laugh and shakes his finger at their suggestions that maybe it's a cult ritual. He stops when he looks at their faces a. "You're not kidding." Dean shakes his head. "No." The sheriff explains that there is no such thing as cattle mutilations and explains what happens when a cow dies.
Sam adjusts his collar while Dean has a look of disgust on his face. "But hey it could be Satan." The sheriff shakes his head. "What newspaper did you say you worked for?" He asks. Dean clears his throat. "World Weekly News." Sam messes up the name and then Dean shakes his head. "We're new." The sheriff looks them right in the eye and tells them. "Get out of my office."
Sam and Dean are at the Candler County Hospital. They walk into the coroner's office and the young man stands up. "John." The young man corrects Dean. "Jeff." Dean clears his throat. He tells him that the head of the coroner needs to see him. "But he's on vacation." Dean quickly tells him."He's back and he's pissed so if I were you."Okay" The young man runs out of the office.
Sam closes the door and they walk to the drawer and open it up. The head is in a plastic container by its feet. "All right open it." Dean tells Sam. Sam looks at him. "You open it." "Wuss" Dean tells Sam as he grabs the plastic container. He opens it up and there is the head. "No Pentagram."
"Maybe we should look in her mouth and see if somebody stuffed something in there, you know like the moth in The Silence of the Lambs." They fight over who's going to stick their hand in the poor girl's mouth. Dean turns it to Sam. "Put the lotion in the basket." Sam looks at him. "Right, yeah and I'm the wuss, huh?" Sam scuffs. "Whatever."
Sam coughs and clears his throat; he sticks his fingers in the girl's mouth. "Dean hand me a bucket." "Did you find something?" Dean asks. "No I'm going to puke." Sam answers with a disgusting look on his face as he searches the girl's mouth. "Whoa, lift up her lips again." Sam looks at him and asks. "Do you want me to throw up?"
Dean looks at him and then at the head. Sam opens the mouth again. "Is that a hole?" Sam presses on the gums and a retractable fang appears. "That's a fang." Dean looks up at Sam. "Retractable set of vampire fangs." He looks down at the head. "Well this changes things." Dean tells Sam. "You think?" Sam answers.