A/N: This is my first story so please bear with me! I don't have a beta so I claim any mistakes. This story takes place a little before season 2 finale so if you're not there yet beware of spoilers. Hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: As much as I wish they were mine, all characters and everything Supernatural are Eric Kripke's and the CW's.

The full moon hung low in the inky black sky, illuminating the single car in the Starbucks parking lot. The jangling of keys disturbed the peaceful silence as a woman attempted to lock the doors of the now closed coffee shop with her numb fingers.

"Damn it!" she cried in frustration when she dropped her keys in the snow for the third time.

Determined to finally lock the doors, the woman failed to notice the strange breeze the ruffled only the leaves on the tree nearest to her. The woman started walking to her car hoping to get her icy fingers warm after finally getting the doors locked when her long blond hair whipped around in an unexpected wind. Unnerved the woman increased her speed. She sighed in relief as she made it to her car with no further incident. Turning to unlock the car, the woman felt all the oxygen abruptly drained from the air around her. She struggled to breathe but with nobody there to help the efforts were wasted. The moon continued to shine on the car and now the woman as if it was a spotlight highlighting the final scene of a tragic play.

"Dean would you turn that down I'm trying to read!" yelled Sam, annoyed.

In response Dean increased the volume singing along off-key,

"Highway run

Into the midnight sun

Wheels go round and round

You're on my mind

Restless hearts

Sleep alone tonight

Sending all my love

Along the wire!"

"Seriously Dean, Journey?" questioned Sam disbelieving.

"What? They're classic you can't not like Journey," Dean said defensively.

"Sure whatever," Sam said rolling his eyes at his brother's taste in music.

"So did you find us a case or is you're freaky brain of yours not finding anything?"

"Actually I found something that seems like our thing."

"Okay shoot."

"Four deaths in the last month in some small town up in Washington. All the victims were just found dead no sign of struggle, no trauma, nothing. The obituary reported it as heart attacks but the latest victim was just twenty-five and none of them had an history of heart disease," Sam explained turning his laptop so Dean can see the newspaper clipping he had pulled up.

"Definitely our thing," Dean agreed. "Do you have an address?"

"Yeah folks of the last victim, Jane and Keith Baker's address is listed here. Looks like we're headed to Vancouver."

The Impala tire's crunched against the frozen dirt as they car pulled into the parking lot of the crappy motel the boys had picked out. It was already well past midnight by the time Sam and Dean had settled in.

"Man, I'm starved," Dean proclaimed as he sat the last bag down. "Let's go get a burger."

"It's three in the morning! Who eats a burger at three in the morning?" Sam said incredulously.

"The place we passed on the way up here said they have a half-pound bacon burger with real Tillamook cheese. It's only a local chain so we'll probably never get the chance to eat there again. C'mon Sammy please I bet they have a nice salad for you too," said Dean looking at Sam hopefully.

Sam sighed. Sometimes he wondered if he learned how to do his look from Dean. "It's Sam he corrected and fine let's go so we can check out the crime scenes before too many people show up."

Dean was already out the door before Sam finished his sentence.

A burger, two sides of fries, three beers and a salad later, the two brothers stood in the parking lot of a quaint little Starbucks.

"So this is where it happened?" asked Dean.

"Yep Jody Baker found dead Wednesday morning by a coworker," Sam responded.

"Well EMF is not picking up anything so we can rule out vengeful spirit," Dean said pocketing the EMF. "We should go talk to the worker that found her."

"Yeah sounds good," agreed Sam so they headed inside.

The door jingled as they walked in. Dean glanced up in disgust to see a little reindeer with bells hanging from it. The whole scene was complete with a miniature Christmas tree, holiday tunes and workers wearing Santa hats.

"So much holiday spirit I think I'm gonna puke," Dean muttered.

Years of experience taught Sam just too ignore him as he walked up to the front counter. "Can I talk to a Elizabeth Brian please?"

"Sure she's over there," the man behind the counter said pointing to a dejected looking girl sitting at one of the booths. "I don't even know why she showed up today. Poor girl must be all broken up after finding Jody."

"Thanks."

Sam walked to the booth with Dean following closely behind. "Hey um we are cousins of Jody's and we're kinda confused on what happened. We heard you were the one that found her, would you mind telling us what happened?"

The girl sniffled then looked up and indicated for them to sit down. "I just got to work and I saw her car was still there. I thought that was a little weird since the shop was still closed so I walked around to the driver's side to see if she needed maybe getting something out of the car a-a-and then I saw her. Oh go! I-I-it was terr-terrible she was all blue from the cold and her eyes had this frightened look," Elizabeth finished blubbering.

Dean comfortingly wrapped an arm around her. "It's okay sweetheart." This only made her cry harder pressing her face into his chest.

"Go check out the employ lounge for a hex bag," Dean whispered to Sam.

Sam got up and snuck through the door marked staff only, glad that the man at the counter was busy serving an elderly couple who just walked in. He methodically began searching the room, making sure to check under every table and look at every corner of the place. After coming up with nothing, Sam headed back to his brother unaware that his every move was being watched.

TBC