A/N: So, finals are over with and school is done! Which means updates will be coming in a little faster than before, because now I have more time to write these chapters for you all! I plan on updating every two days, since this allows me time to edit the chapter before posting it. Hope you enjoy!

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Dean hung up the phone, sighing in frustration, at the fact that Bobby still didn't answer his calls. "Where the hell could he be?" Dean asked, as he got out of the Impala and shut the door.

Natalie got out of the car, pulling out her phone in the process. "Let me try." She dialed out Bobby's number and raised the phone to her ear. After a few rings the call went to voicemail and she frowned. "Hey, Bobby. When you get done with...whatever it is you are doing, call us. Okay?" Natalie pulled the phone away from her ear and ended the call.

Dean raised his arms and then dropped them back to his side. "I mean seriously, how far can he go in that chair of his?" Dean shook his head, as he opened the door to the restaurant, allowing Sam and Natalie to enter first.

"So, what do we do?" Sam asked, his eyes scanning over the area.

Dean shrugged and sighed. "Guess, we just do it our way." Dean looked over at one of the tables, spotting the man they were to speak with, then motioned for Sam and Natalie to follow. Dean and Sam take a seat in the both, while Natalie pulled a chair from one of the empty tables and sat down next to Sam.

"Now, Mr. Wells." Dean began, offering the man a small smile. "Why don't you tell us what you saw in your own words?"

"Call me digger?" The man suddenly interrupted.

Natalie's brows raised and her eyes closed momentarily. "Digger?" She asked, her eyes narrowing at him.

"Yeah, Digger."

Dean hummed. "And who gave you that nickname?"

"I did."

"You gave yourself you own nickname? You can't do that." Dean added quickly.

Digger scoffed. "Who died and made you queen?" Natalie began to rub the back of her neck and rolled her eyes.

Sam side glanced at Natalie, seeing the look on her face and smirked slightly. "Anyways." Sam began. "So, uh, why don't you tell us what you saw?"

"I saw Clay Thompson climb into Benny Sutton's trailer through the window. Couple minutes later, Clay walked out, and Benny's dead."

Dean nodded. "And uh..." Dean pulled out a photo and slid it towards Digger. "Is this the guy you saw?"

Digger examined the photo briefly before settling back against his seat. "Well, he was all covered in mud, but, yeah. That's Clay."

"And you are aware that Clay Thompson died five years ago?" Sam questioned.

"Yep." Digger replied.

Natalie leaned up and reached over for the photo, her eyes scanning over the image. "And you are definitely sure that this was the guy you saw?" She asked.

"You calling me a liar?" Digger questioned, clear edge to his voice caused Natalie to give him a look.

Natalie's eyes narrowed at him and she leaned her arms on the table. "Mr. Wells. Can I call you that? Good." Natalie took in a breath. "If I thought that you were lying then I would have called you out already. Cleary, I haven't. I just want to make sure that we have the correct information that will help us get this case done. All I was doing was clarifying one last time that this was in fact the man that you saw. Am I clear?" Natalie finished, her voice tapering off with a edgy tone. She really wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone's attitude.

Dean looked over at Sam, both of them surprised at Natalie's sudden little burst, but they were actually impressed, especially Dean. Digger shifted in his seat a little, clearly embarrassed from being told off. He slowly nodded. "Yes, that was the man I saw. There's no doubt." He finally said.

Natalie gave him a quick nod. "Thank you." She said before leaning back in her seat.

Sam looked over at Natalie, making sure that she was done with her little spew. "Um, so can you think of any reason why Clay Thompson, alive or dead, would want to kill Benny Sutton?"

"Y-yeah." Digger cleared his throat, recovering from his berate from Natalie. "Well, five years ago, Benny's the one that killed Clay in the first place."

Dean's brows raised. "Is that a fact?"

"Well, yeah, so called "hunting accident". Now if you ask me...Clay came back from the grave to get a little payback."

"Go on." Dean said.

Digger went to speak when his eyes caught the sight of someone familiar. He motioned behind them "Heads up. 'Fargo'."

"Hey, Digger." A woman's voice appeared next to Natalie and she looked up seeing a woman dressed in an officer uniform.

"Sheriff." Digger responded.

The woman then turned to the three of them. "Gentlemen...and Lady. I'm Sheriff Jody Mills. I don't believe we've had the pleasure."

"Agents Dorfman and Neidermeyer. Our Intern Emily Larson. FBI." Dean answered back.

Jody offered them all a small smile. "Welcome to Sioux Falls. Can I ask what you're doing with Digger here?"

"They're doing their job. They believe me, Sheriff."

Jody pursed her lips and hummed. "The FBI believes a dead man committed a murder?"

"We're just asking a few questions, that's all Sheriff." Sam added.

"What'd you say your jurisdiction here was again?" Jody questioned.

"Our jurisdiction is wherever the United States government sends us." Dean replied.

"Oh, yeah. How about me and your supervisor have a little chat about that?"

Sam nodded and pulled out a business card, handing it over to Jody. She quickly dials the number and puts the phone up to her ear.

"Agent Willis speaking."

"Agent Willis, this is Sheriff Jody Mills..." Jody stopped in mid-sentence, her eyes narrowing at the fact that this voice sounded familiar. "Bobby?"

"Oh...Excuse me?"

Jody crossed her arm over her chest, pressing her tongue against the side of her cheek, briefly. "Is this Bobby Singer?"

Natalie's eyes widened as she slowly turned to look at Sam and Dean, who both looked just as shocked as she was.

"Listen, I don't know who this is, but...this is Agent Tom Willis of the FBI."

"Bull crap." Jody hung up the phone and placed it back in her pocket. "FBI, huh?"

"So, uh..." Sam bit down on his lip. "So you know Bobby Singer?"

Dean gave an awkward smile. "Well, that is just a...real fun coincidence."

"Here's what I know about Bobby Singer. He's a menace around here, ass-full of drunk-and-disorderlies and mail fraud. You understanding me?"

Natalie felt her body tense and her eyes faintly narrowed at the woman. "I think we can all agree that you've made yourself perfectly clear, yes." Dean answered.

"So, whatever you all are planning, it ends here. Now. Ten four on that?"

The three of them nodded their understanding and Jody offered them a big smile. "Have a nice day."

Natalie clicked her tongue and looked over at Sam and Dean. "Well, I guess this has been a real productive day."

Natalie opened the door to Bobby's house and walked in with Sam and Dean following her. "I still can't believe that guy called himself Digger."

"All I'm saying is that you can't give yourself your own nickname. I mean like come on." Dean responded back.

Natalie smirked and looked back at Dean. "In his words, 'who died and made you queen?'" Dean rolled his eyes at this, causing Natalie to laugh.

The three of them walk into the living, spotting Bobby sitting at his desk. "You know how many times we called? Where have you been?" Dean questioned.

Bobby looked up at them. "Playing murderball."

Dean scoffed, but then he began to sniff the air. "What's that smell?" Sam and Natalie furrow their brows as they began to smell the scent as well. "Is that soap? Did you clean?"

"What are you, my mother?" Bobby bit back. "Bite me!"

"Bobby, seriously." Sam began. "What have you been doing?"

"I been working. You know, trying to find a way to stop the devil."

"Find anything?"

"What do you think?"

Natalie leaned against the entryway and folded her arms over her chest. "Bobby, but there is a case like...five miles from here."

"What, you mean the Benny Sutton thing? Is that what this is about?"

"Wait, so you knew?" Dean asked.

"Hell, yes. I checked into it already. There's nothing here."

Natalie shook her head and let out a laugh. "Then why didn't you say anything." Bobby shrugged at her words.

"But, a witness saw a dead guy commit murder." Sam added.

"What witness? Digger Wells?"

"Yeah. So?" Dean pressed on.

"So, he's a drunk."

"Well, what about the lightning storms? They look like omens." Sam began to argue back.

"Except in February in South Dakota in storm season. Guys, I thought it was something, too. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar."

Dean looks back at Natalie, his brows raised in questioning only to receive a hesitant shrug from her. Dean looks back over at Bobby, "So, you're telling us...nothing?"

"Sorry. Looks like you wasted a tank of gas on this one." Natalie narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Bobby. She could tell that there was something he wasn't telling them.

Natalie grabbed her bag and headed downstairs, while checking through the messages that Marina had left on her phone. Natalie walked up to the door, stopping as she began to finish one of the messages when Sam walks up behind her.

Natalie turns around and lowered her phone down. "Hey. So has Bobby said anything else?"

Sam sighed and shook his head. "Nope. He seems to be convinced that there is nothing going on with this case."

Natalie hummed and nodded. "Okay." She turned to open the door when Sam's hand grabbed onto her arm, stopping her. Natalie hesitantly looked back at him.

"Nad...listen. About everything that happened with Famine and the...demon blood."

Natalie sucked in a breath and began to shake her head. "Sam, don't worry about, let's just...not talk about it, alright."

"Yeah, but, I know that seeing me...drinking demon blood wasn't something you wanted to experience."

Natalie pulled her arm from Sam's grasp and grabbed onto the door handle with her other hand. "Sam...we don't need to talk about it. It happened. We can't change that."

Sam sighed, allowing his head hang. "Nad, listen—'

"Let's just go." Sam looked back up at her. "Dean is waiting for us so we can leave." Natalie offered Sam a small smile before heading out the front door.

The Impala parked, causing Natalie to look up and out the window, seeing that they were parked outside of St. Anthony's Cemetery. Sam looked up and furrowed his brows once he saw where they were. "What's up?"

Dean pointed towards the cemetery. "Isn't that the graveyard back there?"

Sam looked out the window and nodded. 'Yeah. So what? Bobby already checked it out."

"And? What, Bobby's never wrong? Come on. We'll take a peak, and then we'll hit the road." Dean looked back at Natalie. "Can't hurt right?"

Natalie shrugged. "I guess so."

The three of them quickly get out of the car and walked over to the trunk. Upon opening it, Dean pulled out three flashlights and handed one to both Natalie and Sam. "Alright." Dean turned on his flashlight. "Let's go."

They quickly make their way through the fence and quietly marched up a small dirt path that led to the group of headstones. Natalie scans over a small row of headstones, when her light suddenly hits a grave that had overturned soil. She stepped closer to the grave and shined the light on the headstone that read 'Clay Thompson'. "Sam. Dean."

The boys walk over to the grave, both of them spotting the overturned soil and the name. "Well, I can say that, that looks fresh to me." Dean said. He set his flashlight on the ground and looked over at Sam. "Let's get to digging."

Natalie stepped back and shined her light on the grave as Sam and Dean began to dig up the grave. She pulled her jacket closer to her body when a sudden wind caused a chill to go down her spine. She looked around the graveyard and let out a shaky breath. I really don't like graveyards.

Sam and Dean finally reach the coffin, only to find that the coffin was empty. Natalie peered down the grave and shined down her light. "What the hell is going on here?" Sam finally asked.

"I don't know, but something really stinks." Dean responded.

Natalie let out a breath and pursed her lips. "What should we do now? Maybe go and check out Clay's house."

Dean wiped his brow with the sleeve of his jacket and shrugged. "That's most likely where he is." Dean rested his hands on the edge of the grave and hoisted himself out of the grave. He extended his hand out to Sam, who takes it, and pulls him out. "Right, then. Let's go."

Dean reached the door and pulled out his lock pick and began to work on the lock. Natalie looked down at her flashlight, seeing the light was flicking, and she hit it a couple of times, fixing the problem. Looking back up, Dean had gotten the door unlocked and he slowly leads the way into the house.

Sam turns on his flashlight and holds his gun tight in his hand as he follows Dean into the house. Natalie casts a few glances behind her before following them. Her light shined over a wall of photos then scanned past a mantle that contained more photos.

Natalie's eyes were attracted over to a pair of stairs that led down, most likely to the basement or other type of room. She pulled out her gun and quietly crept towards the stairs and slowly made her way down.

Reaching the bottom of the steps, Natalie walked onto the carpet and found that it was nothing more than another sitting room. Spotting a door towards the end of the room, she swiftly made her way over, grabbed hold of the handle and opened the door. Shining her light in, she found that it was only a closet filled with boxes. Natalie sighed and lowered her gun before closing the door.

A ruckus that was commencing upstairs caught her attention and she found herself flying back up the stairs, her gun held at the ready. She made her way over to Dean and Sam, spotting a man lying down at their feet.

Upon seeing Natalie with a gun the man began to freak out even more. "Please! Don't shoot!"

Natalie's brows furrowed and she lowered her gun cautiously. "There's money in the safe." The man said.

"We don't want your money." Dean said.

The man knelt up on his knees. "What do you want? Anything. Please..."

"You're Clay Thompson, right?" Sam asked.

Clay nodded his head. "Who are you?"

"Um. FBI." Sam answered.

Clay's eyes widened and he sighed in defeat. "FBI? Oh, my god. This is about Benny."

Dean's brows raised. "What...what about Benny?"

"He killed me!" Clay called out. "He shot me in the back! I'm supposed to let him get away with that?"

"Hold up." Dean held up a hand, motioning for Clay to slow down. "Are you confessing?"

"Please. I'll go with you. Just...don't wake my kids."

"You'll go with us where?" Sam asked.

"Jail."

Dean ran a hand down his face. "Let me get this straight. You're Clay Thompson, and you died five years ago?"

"Yes."

"And three days ago you climbed out of your grave, and you killed Benny Sutton?"

"Yes."

Dean pursed his lips and half shrugged. "So you are, in fact, a dead guy."

Clay shrugged. "I-I really don't know what I am."

A woman suddenly enters the room. "Clay? I called 911."

"It's okay, honey. These men are the FBI. They're here about Benny."

Dean offered Clay's wife a smile and motioned for Clay to follow them. "Why don't you come with us, Mr. Thompson? I think that'd be best."

Dean walks Clay out of the house with Sam and Natalie following behind him. Dean slowly pulls out his gun, but it didn't go unnoticed by Sam. "Dean."

"He's a monster." Dean replied quietly.

"He's..." Sam hesitated, searching for what he wanted to say. "...he's a soccer dad."

"Sam's right Dean." Natalie suddenly chimed in, causing Dean to look over at her. "I mean, okay yeah he killed Benny, but he doesn't seem to be causing any other kind of trouble. I mean he isn't acting like a normal zombie. You know walking slow and looking for brains to eat, the usual."

"Well, then what do you want to do with him then?" Dean questioned.

"Freeze! Drop your guns!" Dean, Sam and Natalie stop their steps, their hands raised and their eyes widened. "Drop them!" Jody called out.

"Whoa, whoa, okay. All right." Dean said. The three of them slowly place their guns on the ground. "Remember the guy you said that was dead and couldn't possibly commit murder?" Dean pointed over to Clay. "There he is."

"And?" Jody asked.

Natalie's face fell as she motioned over to Clay. "And?!" Natalie scoffed. "That's your answer to this?...And?"

"Well then you're welcome for catching the undead killer zombie." Dean stated with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"That doesn't give you the right to shoot him in the middle of the street." Jody and two other men walk over to them and she quickly handcuffs Dean.

"Shoot me?" Clay questioned.

"You are free to go, Mr. Thompson." Jody said.

Natalie turned towards Jody, as the officer handcuffed her hands behind her back. "You have got to be kidding, right?"

"I can't believe you were gonna kill me." Clay lamented.

"You're a zombie!" Dean called back.

"I'm a taxpayer." Clay answered before walking back to his house.

Natalie silently yelped at the officer yanked on her arm. "Hey take it easy all right?" She let out a huff as the cop escorted her over to the car. Great my first ride in a cop car...to jail.

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