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The next afternoon A.J. decided to take Sam and Dean to a local restaurant to grab some cheeseburgers. They were all sitting around a picnic table in the food court.
"This is the BEST cheeseburger I have ever had!" Dean exclaimed with a mouth full of food. His cheeks were puffed out like a squirrel storing nuts for the winter.
A.J. smiled and nodded her head, "Now you can die happy, you've had a Kreckles burger." Dean nodded his head up and down while closing his eyes relishing in the deliciousness of the burger.
Sam began to wipe off his hands and face with a napkin as he finished up with his meal. He opened up his laptop and started doing more research. He had been doing research since the time he had left A.J.'s house early that morning to now and hadn't had any luck. He was beginning to think he was never going to find the answer until now. He leaned his head closer to the computer screen and perked up.
"I think I finally found something!" He said with a little excitement in his voice.
"What is it?" Dean said leaning over toward the screen. He shook his head up and down, "Is this what you saw, Sammy?" He said facing Sam.
"I think so." Sam said as he looked over at A.J. and turned the screen toward her.
A.J. curled her lip in disgust and covered her eyes. "That's it!" She said with fright. "What is it?" She asked as she uncovered her eyes and looked over at Sam and Dean.
"Anima Comedentis," Sam said looking at Dean as he shrugged his shoulders and continued eating his lunch, "It says here that a witch will use these creatures on their sworn enemies; they suck the soul from the living until they are deceased and when the job is done they return to the witch and present the soul." He began scanning the material on the screen.
"Now that's just sick!" Dean said finishing his hamburger and looked at Sam for more information.
"It also says to summon these you need a piece of hair, a piece of worn cloth, and a drop of blood from the intended victim." He looked over at A.J. as her expression dropped and could tell she was very frightened.
"How do we kill this son of bitch?" Dean asked.
"Well we have to either kill the witch or burn the hex bag that brought it here." Sam said looking at Dean.
"I take it we didn't burn the real hex bag then?" Dean said as Sam shook his head.
"The witch is always in possession of the hex bag with these things. They use other hex bags to lure the creature to a certain room of a home."
"Awesome!" Dean said with sarcasm.
"So did you have any ideas on who could get all those ingredients?" He asked "Or who would want to even do this to you?"
A.J. sat her half eaten hamburger on the table and sighed. She looked over her shoulders, looked back at Sam and began in a low voice,
"I did some thinking and I thought of only one person; his name is Tate." She said now leaning toward Sam.
"And why would this Tate want to do this?" Sam asked curiously.
"Tate and I were a couple and things didn't end like he wanted them to." She said still in a low voice, "He wanted to marry me and I just couldn't, so we had to call off our 4 year relationship. This happened about a week before my mom died." She said raising her eyebrows with suspicions.
"Well that's a little suspect." Dean said as he took a drink from his cup, "Where can we find this Tate, I'd like to have a word or two with him."
A.J. shrugged her shoulders, "He was the manager down at Ballard's Bar, but he quite about a week ago. So I'm not sure."
Dean looked over at Sam and raised an eyebrow, "Looks like we've got some FBIing to do." He said as he smirked and got up from the table to throw away his garbage. A.J. smiled and looked over at Sam,
"FBI?" She asked as he smiled and closed his lap top.
"Yes, Dean and I are special agents. Didn't you know?" He asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He got up from the table and also went to the trash can and threw away his garbage.
"A.J. You coming?!" A.J. jerked her head in the direction of the parking lot where Dean was leaning against the open door of the driver's side. She got up and threw her trash away and walked over to the impala. Dean got into the driver's side and Sam got into the passenger's side. A.J. slowly got into the back seat and off they went toward the motel so Sam and Dean could get changed.
All three of them loaded into the motel room. A.J. sat on one of the beds as the boys went into the bathroom one at a time and each came out in a suite.
"A.J., you stay here. No going home." Dean said in an authoritative tone, pointing a finger at A.J. A.J. smiled while still sitting on the bed.
"I'm taking a nap, you two just be careful." She laid back into one of the pillows as Sam and Dean walked out of the room.
They both got into the Impala and headed down the road looking for Ballard's Bar. They finally found it about five blocks down and pulled into the parking lot. They walked into the nearly empty bar and asked about Tate. The man behind the bar told them to go to his house with was just across the street.
They went across the street and walked up the porch steps and knocked on the door.
"Yes?" A scruffy blonde haired man answered the door. "How can I help you?" He asked impatiently.
"Hi I'm Special Agent Hubs and this is Special Agent Downy," Dean said as he and Sam pulled out their fake badges, "We are here to speak to Tate Collins." The blonde man's eyes widened and he stepped onto the porch.
"I'm Tate, what's going on?" Tate crossed his arms. Sam and Dean looked at each other. Dean grabbed Tate's shirt and they all went inside.
"HEY WAIT, WHAT'S GOING ON!?" Tate yelled as they all walked into his living room.
"You've seriously got some explaining to do, bud." Dean said pointing a finger at him. Sam started looking around the room noticing a lot of odd looking statues and books. He started scanning up and down the book shelf that sat in the living room and noticed a very old looking brown book. It had gold writing written in Latin on the binding it read "Creaturae Pythonissam". Sam pulled it down and started flipping through it and one creature caught his eye. He stared at the very familiar creature and frowned. He tapped Dean on the shoulder,
"Dean Look!" he said as he pointed to the creature in the book. Dean immediately looked at Tate and scowled. He pointed at Tate and said,
"Now I'm seriously pissed off." He forced Tate to sit on the couch as Tate looked extremely frightened.
Sam tossed the book on the coffee table sitting in front of Tate.
"Does this look familiar to you?" Sam said as he forcefully pointed to the creature.
Tate was frightened and couldn't speak. This was going to be an interesting conversation.