Dean looked over to where she meant and saw a dark haired man watching them from inside. He cursed and turned back to look at the girls, "Alright here's the deal. Clara, go inside to Sam. He's in the lobby waiting for the lady from the morgue to show up. Quietly tell him what's going on. Ryse and I are going to head over to the house of the one victim and talk to the missus. Try to avoid the angel dude."

"Ok," Clara nodded before walking up to the precinct. Dean motioned for Ryse to get in the car.

"So what's the story?" Ryse asked as Dean started the Impala.

"Three deaths, bodies torn apart which I guess does go along with your theory," Dean sighed. "Nothing out of the ordinary before they died, which doesn't go along with the deal gone bad theory. Sam was waiting to see them to see if he can get anything off the case files."

Ryse nodded, "Ok. And Uncle Sam is looking over the bodies?"

"Yup, checking for anything strange," Dean replied turning off the main road. "And if it is a hellhound, let me guess, you don't have the power to zap you and Clara back to the bunker?"

"Nope," Ryse shook her head. "You're stuck with us. Which you should be thankful about considering that a, I can see them, and b, that angel I told you about is now following us."

"You're kidding," Dean muttered looking in the rearview.

"Sorry," Ryse said turning to watch the car following them. "You know what he probably wants right?"

"Yea, Cas," Dean grumbled. "Hate to burst his bubble, he ain't getting near him."

"Agreed," Ryse said. "We could stop and take care of him?"

"We could," Dean nodded, keeping an eye between the road and the mirrow. "Or we could just see what he wants and deal with it that way."

Ryse shrugged, "Whatever you think is best. Keep in mind, what I am has to stay under wraps. They're going to be curious...Of course, that could be why he's following us too."

"Noted," Dean said. "Let's go question the first guy's wife."

"What cover story?"

"You're staying here," he said pulling up to a yellow house and shutting the car off.

"But I could help," Ryse whined.

"You're staying here. End of story," Dean said firmly. She huffed before looking around the property as he got out. There was no garden, just a lawn with no sign of being lived in. She watched Dean head up the walk to the front door and tweaked her hearing a bit so she could hear what was going on. A few minutes later, the door opened to reveal a woman in her mid-thirties. "Hi, sorry to bother you. Are you Mrs. Blanton?"

"Yes, can I help you?" she asked her voice small.

"I'm Agent Ramone," he said flashing his fake FBI badge. "I'm here to follow-up with a few questions on your late husband. Is this a bad time?" She shook her head and moved to stand out on the porch with them. "Was he acting strangely at all up to his death?"

"Strange how?" she asked crossing her arms across her stomach.

"Did his habits change up to his death? Any new friends, hobbies?"

"No," she shook her head. "Everything was the same. He went to work, came home. I would make dinner. He'd watch TV afterwards and go to bed. Never went out with friends or anything. The only other thing he would do outside of that is watch this online blog from this one religion guy. I'm not religious so I didn't really pay attention much."

"Where was he when the incident happened?"

"He'd gone to the market for me because it was late," she shrugged. "If you don't mind, I have a lot to get done and I've answered all these questions already."

Before Dean could say anything else, she went back inside and closed the door on him. He turned around and shook his head at Ryse before walking back to the car and getting into the driver side, "That was productive."

Ryse looked back up to the house, "I get the feeling she's hiding something."

"What gave you that idea?" Dean asked sarcastically as he turned his car on and threw it in drive.

"What she told you sounded too rehearsed and she didn't act like the normal broken hearted widow," Ryse said turning to look at her uncle. He raised an eyebrow at her making her shrug, "Tweaked the hearing so I could listen. Anyway, she was also way too short with you...any other time you've taken me out on something like this, the family gives as much help and information as possible because they want the person caught that did this to them."

"Dude, how many hunts have you been on?" Dean asked.

"Well," she started trying to think, "A few."

"A few huh?" She gave him an innocent smile. "How many of those did you actually get invited on?"

"A few," she said smiling wider.

"Great…any chance devil traps or holy fire work on you?"

"Nope."

"Great…" he muttered as Ryse giggled at him. "So kid, you see angels and hellhounds, does that mean you see demons too?"

She shrugged, "When I tweak my eyesight I can. I didn't even think to try that back there."

"Let's catch up with Sam and see what they came up with. Call him and tell him to meet us at the diner," Dean said handing her his phone.

"Yea, we'll see you there," Sam said into the phone before hanging up. He shoved his phone in his pocket and looked over at Clara who was giving the bodies on the table strange looks. "That was Ryse. She and Dean are going to meet us over at the diner."

"Not sure I have an appetite," Clara said as her nose scrunched up.

"You do know you could have waited out in the lobby," Sam chuckled.

"Yea, but this sounded like it'd be more interesting at the time," she said. "Anything useful at least?"

"Well," Sam said glancing over the bodies, "They all were mangled by something, autopsy suggested an animal, so Ryse could be right about the hellhound. What I don't get is that the one body has burns on it that are strangely similar to that an angel uses to smite."

"What's that exactly?" Clara asked as Sam motioned to the doors.

"They kinda burn you from the inside," Sam answered.

Clara nodded as they left the morgue, "So how long have you and your brother been doing this?"

"We grew up with it," Sam sighed. "You could say it's the family business."

"Some business," Clara chuckled. "Risking your lives for people who don't even know what it's really like."

"That's the lifestyle. What about you?"

"What about me?"

"How'd you end up with the Doctor?"

"Showed up on my doorstep one day dressed like a monk," Clara chuckled. "Used my acquired hacker skills to help him save people from their Wi-fi. Been traveling with him ever since."

"You have hacker skills?"

"A bit," Clara shrugged.

"I should get you together with our friend Charlie if she ever comes back around. She's computer whiz," Sam chuckled. They were crossing the street now to the diner. Sam picked out Dean and Ryse sitting at a booth towards the back and motioned Clara to follow him. They sat down at the table. "How'd it go?"

"Well," Dean said leaning back, "apparently, Mr. Blanton was a normal, typical husband. Never did anything out of the ordinary, kept the same routine, friends."

"She wasn't very helpful," Ryse clarified. "What about you two?"

"The mortician said all three were attacked by animals at one point, one of the bodies had burn marks on it," Sam said lifting his coffee that Dean had ordered him to take a drink.

"What kind of burn marks?" Dean asked.

"The kind angels leave behind," Sam answered. Dean and Ryse exchanged looks. "What?"

"Time to trap us an angel," Dean said waving at the waitress for the check. "Kid said one was tailing us. Time to see what he wants and what he knows."

"What he wants is most likely Cas," Sam muttered.

"Yea well he ain't getting him," Dean grumbled back. "Something fishy is going on here. Demons, hellhounds, and angels. I'm not liking the mix."

A/N: there...I feel better, i fixed it.