Okay, so I haven't updated in ages, I was busy with Uni but now I'm finished and can write as much as I like =] I have part of the enxt chapter written as well, I promise it won't take ages for me to update again.

Last time I checked I didn't own Supernatural...

Chapter 3

Four months had passed since my run in with Sam and Dean. I hadn't spoken to them, as I predicted, I didn't need anyone. In the last four months I had hunted countless spirits, a pair of Vampires in Tennessee, and three demons. Good times.

For the past week I had been driving through states, trying to pick up a case, eventually I ended up in Manchester, New Hampshire. First things first I had to find some food after I checked into a dingy hotel in the centre of the city. Food ended up being a coffee and a muffin…very nutritional. As I sipped my hot latte I read the newspapers from the past few days, an unnatural number of murders had occurred on the east side of the city not far from my hotel. All of them were people of high standing in society: a church reverend, a doctor, lawyer and a head teacher within a week. The newspapers were reporting that the victims had been reported missing and within 24 hours an anonymous tip off would alert the authorities the where location of their bodies. What was strange was that the bodies showed signs of having been dead longer than the twenty four hours that they had been missing.

Well I was stumped, this could be anything and I hadn't been in the game long enough to know everything about what's out there. The only thing I could do was hit the internet and ask around. It had struck my mind that it was perhaps a normal death and something had caused the process of decomposition to speed up but I couldn't say what. I was studying to be a forensic anthropologist at college but I didn't know enough to comment on the process of decomposition speeding up without text books and seeing the body. A few words in a newspaper meant nothing. Despite knowing that the process of decomposition can be sped up for some reason, call it an intuition; I don't think that was the case. Experiencing what I have over the past year and a half I could easily doubt it and say that something supernatural was causing this.

I posed as a reporter and went to the police station hoping to a gain a clearer insight but it turned out to be a waste of time, they wouldn't tell me anything that hadn't already been reported in other papers. The detective I spoke with seemed immune to my shameless flirting, something I really didn't want to do in the first place but I thought it might give me some extra information. I even wore a short skirt and low cut top but it was a wasted effort, although some of the other officers didn't think so judging by the looks on their faces.

After I was done making a spectacle of myself I returned to the hotel and trawled through all the information I had. The bodies weren't brutally mutated just gun shot wounds to the chest. Maybe I had missed something but I couldn't find anything. I loved piecing together information but this; this was just a mass of meaningless words. Frustrated, I shoved all the paper into a file and took out my iPod and decided to turn in for the night.

After a few hours of sleep, I awoke as dawn began to break. I had decided I was going to be optimistic and would find out why these people had died or more like what was killing them. Leaving the hotel I went for a bagel and coffee and returned with today's newspapers but there was nothing new reported. I decided I would visit the homes of the victims. Maybe I could find some clues. I went to the priest's house first; he had been a family man complete with three kids and a loving doting wife. I went to offer my condolences to the family, as a church going member of the parish. Personally I had no belief in god, if he was real then why did he let my family die. Scientifically he shouldn't exist anyway. For me to believe there would have to be proof. Despite what I've seen spirits and demons and the like I just couldn't accept that god was real. Today, however, I was going to, for the sake of making the character I was about to play, appear in some way real: Sandy, a church going twenty something, a receptionist at the local hospital.

I left the priest's or rather Father Wilson's house with no new information. I couldn't ask too many odd questions, it wasn't fair on the family, it was unfair to put so much pressure on them when they were distraught enough as things are believe me, I should know.

Next I went to the Doctors place, a Dr. Abbot a man in his late sixties, it had been just him and his wife. With the wife dead the house was empty. On the lounge floor there was a large amount of dried blood, obviously where the murder had occurred. For the next half an hour I explored every nook and cranny of the house before arriving at the master bedroom. The bedroom was clear and I was feeling very pessimistic, I had found nothing, maybe it was just cold blooded murder. How wrong I was, I opened the door to the en-suit and looked around at first I didn't see anything but out of the corner of my eye on the edge of the sink was what I can only describe as blob of goo. I grabbed a pencil from my bag and prodded the goo, disgusting, what was more disturbing was that it was skin coloured. "What on earth," I muttered to myself. For a few more minutes, I remained crouched on the floor staring at the gloopy mess, still baffled I scooped some up with a pencil and put in a plastic bag. It was thoroughly disgusting.

Later that day I went to the Lawyers ultra modern apartment, the guy had way too much money, anyone could see that. Gadgets everywhere, none of them looked used at least not regularly. But that wasn't what I was looking for, I was curious. I wanted to find more of the goo. That was exactly what happened, only this time on the edge of a kitchen cabinet. I didn't have anything to scoop it up with so I took a spoon from a kitchen draw, no one would miss it anyway.

The remainder of the day passed, I managed to get some Mexican chicken for dinner before heading back to the dingy hotel. Once back in the room, away from any prying eyes, I took the bits of goo, still attached to the pencil and spoon and just looked at it. I'd never seen anything like that before. Thankfully the dingy motel wasn't so crappy in that it had Wi-Fi internet. For several hours I trawled through various sites, but nothing seemed to match. By the early hours of the morning I was at a lose end, I had no idea what to do, maybe there was nothing here after all but finding the goo at both homes kind of contradicted that. I was getting tired and fed up, but I wasn't going to give up. I needed to contact someone who knows about this sort thing, the supernatural if you will, the only people I could think of were Sam and Dean. To be honest I didn't really want to speak to them, I had nothing against them but for them to help me again wasn't really what I wanted, once I know what is causing the deaths I can sort it out for myself, maybe if I just ask them what they think it is. Reluctantly, and despite it being nearly two in the morning I picked up my phone and sent Sam a text: Sorry if I wake you, its Alice, could you ring me in the morning, thanks I put my phone down on the table and decided on further research, nothing like asking for help to make a person feel like an amateur.

No sooner had I opened another web page when my phone started ring, I glanced at the caller id, it was Sam. "Hello?" I said into the receiver.

"Hi Alice, its Sam, I got your message, are you okay?" Sam's asked sounded worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine I just had a question about something I'm looking into, I didn't wake you did I," I replied feeling guilty.

"No, Dean is asleep, so what's the question?"

I hesitated for a second but the decided I would shove my pride aside, for some reason it seemed an easy thing to do after hearing Sam's voice. "I'm in Manchester, New Hampshire and something weird, something supernatural is going on or at least that's what I think. People have been going missing and twenty four hours later they turn up dead, but there body shows signs of being dead for longer than twenty four hours. It's always someone high in society, there was a priest, errrm a doctor, lawyer and oh a headmaster."

"Errrm," was Sam's response, which didn't really help.

"The police found their bodies after a unanimous tip off, I'm so confused, I can't find anything online," I then ran out of things to say waiting for Sam to come up with something.

"Alice, do you want Dean and I to come and help? We finished a hunt two days ago and haven't come up with anything new yet," Sam asked. As soon as he said that, I knew I wasn't mad on the idea but I needed help and people were dying so I couldn't exactly say no.

"If you don't mind," I replied. I then sad good bye to Sam and decided that as much my insomniatic habits occasionally paid off when I was doing research or back in college when I'd left a paper to the last minute, but when hunting something unknown I think some form of sleep would do me good. Otherwise I'd be relying on my good friend coffee.

After a few hours of restless sleep I was once again awake and staring at my laptop screen with coffee in hand waiting for the arrival of the Winchesters. I tidied up the motel room, not sure where I would be meeting them, which managed to kill a bit of time. Eventually mid morning rolled by and I had turned my attention back to some legends. The kind of thing that seeing what I have, I wouldn't be surprised if they were true. The only problem was none of the local legends seem to fit with the goo I found, the only thing they achieved was making my spine tingle as I read them. A high pitched ring, made me jump from my skin until I realised that it was my phone. Feeling particularly stupid, I fumbled for the answer button, without checking the caller ID, "Hello?"

"Alice, hi. It's Sam," oh, so they had made it into town.

"Hey, you made it?" I closed the web pages and went to rinse the cup out in the sink. Needing two hands I wedged my phone between my shoulder and ear and turned the tap on.

"Yeah, where are you at the moment?" Sam asked.

"My motel room but I can meet you guys in the diner down the road," I said reaching over to put the cup on the draining board, "oh crap!" I had reached over too far and the phone slipped from my ear landing on the edge of the sink and bouncing onto the floor, just my luck. Quickly I shut off the tap and bent down to retrieve the phone. "Hello?" I asked hoping the phone was still working and that Sam was still on the other end of the line.

"Alice! What happened are you alright?" Sam asked worriedly.

"Haha yeah, dropped my phone," I explained feeling pretty stupid.

Sam laughed, "So have you got an address?" I gave Sam the street name of the motel and dinner and before hanging up I distinctly heard Dean mumble something in the background along the lines of 'I don't see why it can't be a bar instead of a diner."