Disclaimer: So not mine it's not even funny.

1. Seattle

Dean and Sam sat outside the hospital in the Impala digging through the box of fake ID's. The perma-drizzle that was the Pacific Northwest, was falling on the windshield as Dean sought out the ones he wanted.

"Here Sammy," Dean laughed, tossing a badge on his brother's lap. "You can be this one today."

Sam picked up the leather case and shield, studying the name. "Special Agent Stephen Nicks?" Sam said incredulously. "Dean, are you serious?"

"Dude, I'm Peter Green." Dean smirked proudly.

"I've got to stop letting you pick out the fake names." Sam muttered and shook his head. "These alias's are going to bite us in the ass one of these days."

"No one's even going to know. No one would connect big ole' you with the little front-woman of Fleetwood Mac."

"I notice you didn't pick Lindsey Buckingham for yourself." Sam snapped.

"Do I look like a Lindsey to you?" Dean snapped back at him but it wasn't effective as he was wearing his usual shit-eating grin.

"You couldn't have given me a different name?" Sam was bordering on whining. In truth, Dean had laughed his ass off when ordering his brother's ID and giving him a woman's alias.

"Yeah…because Special Agent Mick Fleetwood wouldn't have raised an eyebrow or two." Dean rolled his eyes. His little brother had no sense of humor.

"What's wrong with normal, common, random names?"

"We don't do normal. Remember?"

"Right." Sam huffed. "Normal's for civilians."

"Damn straight." Dean thumped his brother in the chest with the back of his hand. "Let's go Bitch. That body's not going to walk out here and let us examine her in the parking lot."

The two brothers exited the car and crossed the parking lot of the hospital. The body of the latest victim was temporarily being housed in the hospital morgue due to an overflow of dead bodies in the city lately. This chick had been found last night on the waterfront, jammed underneath a boardwalk. The Winchesters thought it might be linked to their maybe-case due to the girl having no identification and 'no apparent material evidence to link her to an attacker'. So they were going to con their way past the administration with their bogus FBI badges, and take a peek at the mystery girl. They were hoping to spot something in line with their kind of work, a mark or brand or something that screamed supernatural. Something regular cops missed or didn't understand.

They got directions to the hospital morgue from the elderly lady at the front desk. They didn't even have to flash their badges. Apparently, the suits were good enough.

"Down the hall, down the stairs and to the right, Dears." She said softly, pointing to a hallway behind her.

"Thank you Ma'am." Sam nodded.

They walked briskly down the hall. "See man, this is going to be a cakewalk." Dean grinned. "Mmmm. Dude, we should stop for some cake after this."

"We're going to go look at a dead body and you're thinking about going for cake?" Sam scowled at him as he pushed the heavy fire-door to the stairs open.

"Working makes me hungry."

"Breathing makes you hungry."

Dean shrugged in acquiescence. He wasn't going to argue. He had an appetite and he knew it. Plus, with that expiration date hanging over his head, he'd discovered the glories of bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast. Cholesterol scores were for pussies.

Following his younger brother down the stairs, Dean thought to himself that hospitals really needed to invest some money into decorating. He lost track of all the hospitals he'd been in with their cream colored DMV walls, or worse, the awful minty-pastel-make-you-wanna-puke green. This place was just white. White walls, white floor tiles, white railing along the wall so that the infirm had something to hold onto while they tried to make their getaway. Glaring sterile-white everywhere.

They left the stairwell, and turned right. At the end of the hall were two stainless steel swinging doors and a receptionist desk next to them. The pretty little blonde at the counter looked up as their footfalls echoed down the silent corridor. She seemed to perk up and sit up straighter as they approached, a wide smile spreading across her face. Dean smiled in return. Cakewalk.

Both brothers flashed their shields in practiced unison before pocketing them again. "Good morning Mrs…" Dean leaned his elbows on the counter and cocked his head to the side to read the name plate on the desk. "Barlow." Dean gave her his trademark smile, the one that was nearly guaranteed to melt the panties off any woman with a heartbeat – and some without – but that was just nasty. In their line of work, nasty was part of the job, but he'd go postal if another necromant started crushing on him. Eww. Just – eww.

"It's Ms. Barlow actually," she corrected him, tucking a stray strand of hay colored hair behind her ear and leaning on the counter as well. "But you can call me Kelly." She winked.

Dean caught a tiny smirk cross Sam's face at the shameless flirting before covering it up with his traditional G-Man serious-mask.

"Well, Kelly…I'm Special Agent Green, and this is my partner, Agent Nicks." He jerked his head at Sam direction.

Sam nodded at her. "Ma'am."

Kelly smiled briefly at Sam before turning back to him. This is too damn easy sometimes. "And we're here to take a look at the Jane Doe from the waterfront you got in there." Dean nodded at the steel doors.

"So the FBI is getting involved in this now?" She asked.

"We're going to start digging, and hope we find a lead." Dean kept smiling at her to keep her distracted. "Whoever's behind this needs to be brought in off the streets"

"So you might be popping in more often?" She said while trying to keep the hopefulness out of her voice.

"If the body count keeps going up…yeah."

"Well, you two can go in in a few minutes. You just have to sign in and wait for the other man to come out."

Dean took the clipboard from her and scanned the signatures before adding his own fake autograph. Dr. Carlisle Cullen. He passed the paper to Sam and asked, "So who's this Dr. Cullen? Is he going to be doing the autopsy?"

"No." She took the clipboard from Sam and gave it a cursory glance before stashing it next to her computer monitor. "The autopsy is going to be performed by Dr. Wu this afternoon. Dr. Cullen is from Forks County Memorial." She leaned closer as if she had to whisper something confidential. Dean obliged. "He's here for a possible identification of the girl's body." She said softly.

"Does he know who she is?" Sam asked.

"Don't know." She shrugged. "He's still in there. Showed up a few minutes before you two did. Said he was here on behalf of a missing girl's family – to spare them of having to see her like that." She glanced at the double doors. "He said the description matched that of the daughter of one of his patients."

Dean nodded. It was nice of the doctor to do that for his patient. No parent should have to stare down at an ugly metal slab and see their kid on it. Just then, one of the steel doors swung open and a white-blonde man emerged. Dean didn't know why, but the hairs on his arm immediately stood on end. He had good instincts, and right now his instincts were screaming at him and he didn't know why.

Dean pulled his badge and Sam followed suit. "Dr. Cullen? Special Agents Green and Nicks. Were you able to identify the girl?" Dean was staring at the man's face. He was handsome, and Dean was secure enough in his masculinity to admit that. Dr. Cullen was young looking, as tall as him, hair so blonde it was nearly white, lean built and pale. Weird pale, like he never saw the sun. But…if he lived in Washington State, he probably never did. He also had the strangest yellow eyes. His best friend Caleb had yellow eyes, but the Doc's were an unreal ochre color. Dean's very nerves were vibrating and he glanced at his brother. Sam had that 'deep in thought' look on his face.

The Doc smiled wanly at them, a bare glimpse showing perfectly even, white teeth. "No. That girl in there is not who I thought she'd be." He turned to Kelly. "Ms. Barlow? Thank you for your help, I'll be going now." Dr. Cullen nodded at the Feds, "Gentlemen."

"Doctor." The Winchester's nodded back as Dr. Cullen turned to make his way back up the corridor. Something about the way he moved bothered Dean. The guy was very graceful. Too graceful. And it bothered him that he would associate the word graceful with another man, but there was no other word for it that he knew. He and Sam exchanged a look that spoke volumes.

"Ms. Barlow?" Sam spoke, pulling her attention away from the Doc's retreating form. Dean felt snubbed. Girl was as bad at ogling as he was. "May we go in now?"

"Certainly. Take as long as you need." She smiled at them.

The brothers pushed their way through the doors. As soon as they swung shut behind them and the cooler air of the room surrounded them, Dean whispered, "Dude! Did that guy get your spidey-sense tingling?"

"Yeah, but I don't know why." Sam shook his head. "Look, let's check out the girl and see if there's anything there."

"Yeah…Okay." He glanced at the steel door, half tempted to go follow the Doctor.

"Dean!" Sam snapped. "One thing at a freakin' time."

"Right. The girl."

There were two metal gurneys in the room covered in white sheets. The one against the nearest wall was an older man who died in the night from a heart attack. It was the second table that held what they were after. Sam lifted back the sheet to reveal the face of a roughly eighteen year old girl. She had short brown hair and a bit of a hooked nose.

The two brothers were skilled in quick assessments of corpses. They didn't like to dawdle in case their cover was blown and they had to book it out of there. Sam pulled the sheet back the rest of the way, showing the rest of her.

The girl was thin, dressed simply in dirty and damp jeans and a t-shirt, with the grey pallor of death stealing any semblance of good looks she might have had in life.

"Dude! Check out her neck!" Dean whistled. Her neck was a mess to say the least. There was a ragged gash across the pale flesh, angry and red and made all the worse for the lack of color in the surrounding skin.

Sam pulled his ball point pen from his pocket and leaned in close to the corpse. Using the pen, he gently lifted a flap of skin, examining the shredded muscles and tendons underneath. "Looks like she was attacked by some sort of animal."

"An animal?" Dean's forehead scrunched. "Like a werewolf?"

"Couldn't be. Her heart is still there, and the moon cycle isn't right." Sam shifted his stance, trying to get a better look.

"Yeah, you're right. And it doesn't explain the body count either. Way too high for one Were, and packs don't go unnoticed. Other hunters would have picked up the trail."

"So what else? Black Dog?"

"Naw. Same reasons. Body count's too high."

Sam swallowed thickly. "Hellhounds?"

Dean shuddered. No wonder Sammy didn't want to bring that one up. Dean shook his head. "If Hellhounds did that, that girl would be ribbons. Besides, we're still dealing with too many deaths, if the others are like her. There's no way Hellhounds were after that many people all in one area at the same time like this."

"Would a demon have done this?" Sam raised a worried eyebrow.

"I wouldn't put anything past those evil sons of bitches. It could be some demonic ritual, or just some black-eyed bitch out for kicks." Dean was thinking of Ruby. He didn't trust her and it killed him that Sam kinda did.

Sam stood up and wiped the pen on a tissue from his pocket before putting the pen away. "So this looks like our kind of case, Bro."

"Definitely. Let's get out of here and start doing some leg work."

Dean covered the ravaged girl back up, and the two left the morgue. Passing Kelly's desk, Dean halted. "Kelly?"

She sat up proudly and smiled. "Yes Agent Green?"

"Tell me something…have you seen that girl's body?"

"No." She shook her head and her smile fell away. "They're keeping everything really hush-hush. They're not even releasing the cause of death. What was it? Gunshot? Stabbing?" She fished.

"I'm afraid we can't say Ma'am." Sam cut in. "Come on Green, we gotta go."

They only made it a few paces when Dean turned around. "Take care of yourself Kelly, and be careful out there. Don't go anywhere alone if you can help it."

"Are you offering to escort me around Agent?" She batted her eyes at him.

Dean smirked. "I've been known to do my civic duty to the fullest extent of my abilities." He winked at her. "But just in case I get tied up in this case, promise me you'll be careful?"

"I will." She whispered.

"Good. See you around Kelly."