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Waking up and shaking the fuzziness away, she felt a rough texture around her wrists. Upon wriggling around a little more, she realized her hands had been bound together. Flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder and looking around, she could see she was in some alley way of some sort. Thinking back earlier, she remembered what had happened. She had fallen asleep, woken up to investigate, turned around and-

"Oh why hello dear, look who's awake."

A man in a dark coat was leaning against the other side of the wall from her. He was hidden in the shadows of the dumpster but she could clearly see his eyes which were a shiny silvery colour of swirls. He stepped forward a little and revealed his wicked smile.

Ashley shrunk back trying to get as far away from him as possible. Was this the guy who had knocked her out? Guess I'll find out.

The man stepped forward and kneeled down in front of her. He turned away from her for a split second before turning back before showing her his long jagged teeth, torn and bloody face along with those glowing eyes of his.

He leant down and began to devour her inch by inch. Blood started flowing from all directions on her face. Ashley screamed as loud as she could but no sound came out. Before she could try again, the creature ripped out her throat leaving her dead. It continued with other parts of her body, but leaving some parts mangled on the cold gravel.

After it was satisfied with his meal, his normal face grew back and he slunk back into the darkness.

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"Tell me you got something man, I'm climbing the freaking walls here! I'd rather claw my eyes out and feed my intestines to wild dogs and take a knife and-" Dean started to ramble, tossing his hands up in the air.

"Dean." Sam warned glaring at Dean, "I get your point already, geez. You don't think I'm sick of this too? It's frustrating me to no end that I don't know what's doing this!"

"Okay guys, I think we should just stop with the research for now. Calm down for a bit before we look into it again and have fresh eyes on it, alright? We should go and check out the park and see what we can find." Both boys nodded, agreeing with what Grace said and they got up to leave.

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"Ugh yuck." Grace covered her nose as they neared the area where Jennifer was killed. "It smells awful."

They walked over dry leaves and dirt, past tree braches, swatting them away from their faces with their hands raised, and approached the clearing.

"Yeah, I don't even want to imagine what it smelt like when Jennifer's body, or what was left of it, was still here," Dean mused. Grace stared at Dean for a moment, wondering if his nose has temporarily stopped working. No one should be cracking jokes when a smell like this was wafting through the air. Turning away from him with a disgusted look on her face, she went back to guiding herself forward.

Both men turned to look at Grace who was beginning to turn a little green in the face. Dean's statement obviously didn't help her.

"You sure you didn't want to stay back at the car Gracie? You look like you're gonna throw up any minute now," Dean said rubbing her back.

"Nah, I'm cool," she said making the okay sign with her hand.

"Are you sure? I mean, I can walk you back if you want…" Sam offered. She shook her head no so they continued.

Walking a bit further into the bush, Dean spotted a big patch of red just onto the left of the path. "I guess this is where she got ganked."

"Yeah," Sam agreed.

They looked around the area for any clues that might have revealed what they were up against. Grace and Sam had come up with nothing so they waited patiently for Dean.

"Looks like the cops did a pretty good job this time around," said Grace. Sam nodded. "Didn't leave any evidence behind, for once."

Hearing the small, green leaves in front of them rustle, Sam pushed Grace behind him with his left hand, while aiming the gun with his right.

A figure slowly emerged and Sam prepared to fire, when Grace yelled for him to stop.

"No Sam! Wait. It's Dean." Surely enough, Sam looked up carefully into the bush and saw that it was indeed his brother.

"Holy crap Dean. Don't sneak around like that," Sam said letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Sorry bro. Didn't think you'd try to shoot when I came at you," he laughed with his hands up in mock surrender.

"Whatever," Sam rolled his eyes. "You find anything?"

Dean nodded and held up a long tooth covered in blood. It was a good two inches long.

Grace gasped at the discovery while Sam stood, thinking about what creatures would have a tooth like that.

"Dean, I think I know what it is."

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"You think it's a what?" Dean asked Sam for the tenth time in a row.

Sam rolled his eyes. "I said I think it's a Kathra."

Dean coughed. "You wanna run that by me again?" Dean said as he leaned forward and slightly tilted his head to the side with his eyebrows up. (A/N: You know the face! Like in 3.15 when Rufus said 'you do her ear')

"A Kathra is a monster who devours his victims. On the outside, he looks like a normal human. But when he hunts, he changes into this…this thing, with long teeth and sharp claws. Pretty creepy if you ask me. The thing that stands out the most about him though? His eyes. They glow this silvery colour and yeah, it scares the crap out of the victim," Sam explained.

Dean and Grace were both silent and the only thing that could be heard was the tv that was on in the background.

"Okay, and we haven't heard of this thing, why??" Grace asked.

"Well one - they're rare, and two - everyone thought they were fake," Sam stated looking at them.

"Yeah…just like dad thought vampires were extinct." Dean rolled his eyes.

Dean got ready to make another smart comment when Sam cut him off.

"What?" he asked.

"Television," was the only thing Sam said. All heads looked at the tv and Sam turned the volume up.

Ashley McRoberts was found mutilated in an alleyway outside of her house just moments earlier. Police say it was a wild animal attack, but residents beg to differ as this was the third kill like this today.

"Uhh…so we have another murder?" Sam said in disbelief as he looked up at the other two.

"Great." Grace rubbed her right hand over her face in frustration.

"Guys, we need to find the connection between these victims. It's already killed three people so who says it's not going to gun for a fourth?" Sam realised.

"Alright, I'm going to go and interview Jennifer, Madeliene and Ashley's friends and relatives." Dean announced, standing up.

"I'll go to the library and see if I can find some more info on this thing." Grace said as she grabbed her jacket and headed out the door after Dean.

"And…I'll go to the diner to…do more research on the case," Sam sighed loudly to himself.

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Dean

"So you're Jennifer'sbrother, correct?" Dean asked.

"Yup, that's me," the guy named Jamie answered, his hands in his jean pockets.

"Would he happen to know a lady named Ashley McRoberts? Or a Madeliene Greg?"

"No, I don't think so, why do you ask?" Jamie asked, now crossing his arms.

"Well they were killed today. Very much like your sister. We want to see if there's any connection between-"

"Wait." Jamie cut him off. "I thought she died in an animal attack? Why would there be any connection?"

"Well…we have to be thorough…I mean it could be that-"

"Who did you say you were again?" Jamie pushed.

He was looking at Dean expectantly so he pulled out his badge again and answered. "I'm Agent Walker. Federal agent. So uh, can I get a drink? I'm a little thirsty."

Jamie nodded and walked into the kitchen, leaving Dean in the living room which was furnished with nice furniture and white carpet.

He walked over to the cabinet against the wall and looked at some of the pictures that were framed. One picture caught his eye.

"Well hello…" he whispered quietly.

At that moment, Jamie came back with a glass of water and Dean took it, nodding his head in thanks.

"So Jamie, who is this in the picture?" Dean held up a photo with Jennifer in it, along with a girl who looked terribly like Ashley cuddled up to her.

"Oh, that's Jennifer and her friend from high school. Graduated three years ago. Why?" he asked.

"Just wondering. Hey, can you tell me what high school your sister went to?"

"Riverside High." Dean nodded and clicked his pen off on his notepad before making his way to the front door.

"Thank you for you co-operation sir. I'll be sure to let you know if any new information arises."

"You're welcome." Dean walked outside and left.

Sitting in his impala as he drove, Dean thought about the information he had found.

The two of the three victims went to the same school but that could hardly be considered a connection. Thousands of people must have went there.

Maybe the connection wasn't the victims…

Pulling over, Dean grabbed a map from the backseat and took out a black marker. He plotted the locations of the killings on the map and found that they all lay in a pattern. After putting one more dot on the map, they were in a perfect square.

Dean pulled back onto the road and drove like a mad man when he saw where the next killing would be.

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Grace

Walking around the library, Grace was scanning the mythological section for any books that might help them with the case.

Dragging her index finger along the books, she finally paused on one.

Taking it back to a secluded desk near the back of the building, she flipped it open.

Kathra's usually live in dark and wet areas – most commonly in caves. They scavenge for food when the supply in their hiding spot is scarce.

Grabbing a map from the front desk, she went back and began to circle all the places where the kathra could be living. In their area, there were three possible locations.

A kathra can be killed with a silver blade but only by a female.

"Huh. Wonder why that could be," she whispered to herself.

It is said that males pose no threats to the kathra. Only females. The first kathra was created by a man who was starved and killed humans for food. It was a woman who killed this man.

"Huh. Guess I'll be doing all the work then," she groaned and flipped the book closed.

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Sam

"Excuse me miss?" Sam called from his desk. The friendly waitress from this morning greeted him.

"How may I help you sir?" she smiled.

"Can I get a coffee? I'm gonna face plant into my laptop any minute now," he laughed, pushing it aside.

"Sure. One coffee, coming' straight up."

Moments later, she returned with his coffee, setting in beside his laptop.

"Thanks," he said with a smile on his face.

"No problem. So what are you up to?" she asked, leaning on the desk.

"Not much. Just checking some stuff out on my computer," he chuckled slightly.

Just then, his phone rang.

"Excuse me, one moment." He pressed the green button on his phone. "Hello? Dean? Oh hey. What did you find out? What? Are you sure? Uh okay. See you later then, bye."

"Sorry, I uh couldn't help but overhear…" Sam looked up to see the waitress was still there. "You sounded a little panicked there. You alright?"

"Oh uh my brother, Dean, just called and told me something…" he said still nervous. "We think you might be in danger."

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