The next morning, the smell of eggs and biscuits and bacon filled the air of the Singer household. Ella had decided to cook breakfast for everyone. Seeing how things had been so stressful lately, she thought it was time for everyone to have a normal, home cooked meal for once. She had gotten up especially early, so that she could surprise everyone once they woke up. But when she saw Dean wander in the room, rubbing his eyes groggily, she realized that even if she had gotten up earlier, those Winchesters would find their way into the kitchen anyway. "What, do you have some kind of food radar?" She said jokingly, rolling her eyes as she turned back to the stove.

"He does," Sam said as he walked into the room after his brother, stretching his arms over his head with a small yawn. He was wearing only his loose pair of sleeping pants, which hung a little over his feet because of his height. He walked up behind Ella and curved his arms around her middle, leaning over her shoulder to kiss her cheek before leaning his head against hers. "This smells really good."

Oshea and Bobby were the last to migrate into the kitchen. Oshea looked exhausted as she had been up much of the night researching and had fallen asleep in the study. She plopped down into a chair and laid her head down on the table, groaning a little. Bobby took in a deep breath and smiled.

"The kitchen hasn't smelled this good since angel boy got his memory back."

"This was supposed to be a surprise," She said with a little pout. The microwave beeped, and she walked over and opened it, pulling out a plate full of sizzling bacon. "Okay, the eggs are done, and the bacon. Biscuits will be done in a few more minutes." She said, smiling proudly. So far, no food had been burned in the process, which was a big achievement for her. She had almost not noticed Dean walking across the room to the plate, about to snatch up a piece of bacon. She slapped his hand away. "Nuh uh, no touchy until all the food is done. And we're going to all sit down and eat it together. We all could use a break from all the researching."

"Oh believe me, we're surprised. Surprised you didn't burn Bobby's house down," Oshea said with a little smirk, lifting her head up from the table. She looked over to Dean as he sat down at the table beside her. "How are you feeling? Any better?" Sam rubbed Ella's back gently as he stepped away to sit down at the table beside his brother. Bobby sat down on the other side of Oshea, leaving a space beside Sam for Ella to sit.

"Better than the past couple days," He replied with a shrug. "But I woke up with a headache thanks to the lovely souvenirs the children of Camp Sunshine gave me," He said, pointing to the light bruises on the side of his face "I took some pain meds, so if I pass out on my food sometime during the meal, do not be alarmed."

Sam grinned widely as he looked across the table at his elder brother and snickered. "Dude, you got whaled on by a bunch of little girls."

"A cabin full of possessed girls," Dean corrected, glaring. "You were lucky you weren't the one getting the holy crap beat out of you. I'm surprised they let you last during that whole hike. Going on and on about daisies and sunshine. And god... when you started singing..." He shook his head slowly.

Sam's smile immediately faded. "Hey, I was drugged up with some witch's brew and given one of those cursed lanyards, so that doesn't count! You were in your right mind when you got your butt handed to you by those little tiny girls!"

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Boys..."

Dean rolled his eyes. "He started it..."

Ella laughed a little and then turned to the stove, grabbing oven mitts and pulling out the pan of hot, homemade biscuits from the oven and sitting the pan on top of the stove. "Breakfast is served..." She said with a smile. "... as soon as one of you sets the table."

Sam stood up from the table with a small smile. "I'll do it." He said, going over to the cabinets and gathering the plates and utensils. While he set the table, Bobby cleared his throat.

"Not that I haven't thoroughly enjoyed you all being here every second of the day for the passed few days, but," he said, pulling out a few newspaper articles and setting them down in the center of the table. "There is something I think you all need to look at. Five women were murdered in Potlatch, Idaho. All of them were walking the streets at night alone, and all of them were murdered the same way. Multiple stab wounds to the abdomen and some of their organs were removed."

Ella sighed. "Of course, the first time I make breakfast for everyone, death or missing organs is the topic of conversation." She sat down and started looking over one of the newspaper articles, as Sam got the food and plates ready.

"Don't worry, Ella, nothing can kill Dean's appetite. Or mine for that matter." He said as he finished fixing the plates for everyone. Once all the food had been distributed, he sat down beside Ella and took one of the articles after pushing one of the pieces of bacon into his mouth. "Why does this sound familiar..."

"It's because it is," Bobby said with a deep frown. "Not only have the women been stabbed and some of their organs removed, but whoever did this signed his work 'From Hell.' "

Sam's eyes widened and he looked up at Bobby. " 'From Hell?' Like... like Jack the Ripper?"

"Of course," Ella muttered again, "Jack the Ripper... our lives are so weird."

"Could be a copycat..." Dean said, "But then again, if all these demons are escaping from Hell because of the last seal being broken, who knows what else got out, too."

"Well that's a pleasant thought," Ella frowned.

"Exactly what I was thinking," Bobby said, glancing to Dean as he took a bite of one of the biscuits. "This is really good." he said with a little smile before swallowing and continuing. "I figured you all could at least check it out."

"I don't know, Bobby. Dean," Sam said, his brows furrowed a little as he looked to his brother. "Do you think you can handle it? I mean... are you feeling up to a case right now?"

"I'll be fine," Dean replied, "We can head that way tomorrow, if you want."

Sam frowned, watching his brother with concern. "Alright, but I'm driving. The last thing we need is you passing out at the wheel."