A/N: Big thanks to all who read! Next chapter comes the hurt…

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Chapter 2

The rich aroma of coffee filled Sam's senses as he reentered the coffee shop. Everything was just how he left it; the walls were still a soothing dark green color, the cherry wood tables were still overly polished, and his brother was still being an inappropriate jackass. Sam watched as Dean charmed the poor traumatized woman with his lady killing smile. After a few more brief lines were exchanged, Elizabeth subtly slipped a piece of paper-most likely containing her phone number-into the pocket of Dean's well-worn leather jacket. Sam let out a deep sigh. He so did not want to wander around the streets tonight in the cold if Dean invited her over. Before any further progress to their relationship could be made, Sam strode across the room and stood in front of the booth giving his brother a hard look. Unflinching, Dean got up and went after Sam-who was already halfway out the door-after murmuring a quick goodbye to the cute blonde. Outside, Sam was taping his foot impatiently.

"Dude what's your problem? I totally had her," Dean hissed in annoyance.

"Dean, she would be the fifth girl this week! Don't you think you should slow down?"

The shorter man let out a huff. "You're not my dad. I can do what I want."

All of Sam's anger seemed to seep out of him. That one line said more about Dean's mental state than he would ever willingly say. "Look, I'm just worried about you man. I know that last hunt with the djinn was tough on you."

"I'm fine, so stop worrying or you'll ruin your pretty little face with frown lines." Dean started towards the Impala.

"Jerk," Sam muttered under his breath.

"I heard that, bitch!" Dean tossed over his shoulder. Sam let out another sigh knowing the conversation was over for now and followed his brother to the car.

The old car grumbled as it trudged its way through the thick snow covering the street that led to the Baker's home. The sun, now at its peak, reflected off the droplets of water that have accumulated on the pines lining the road making them shimmer as if they have already been decorated with Christmas lights. Old rock music resonating out of the car was the only sound disturbing the peaceful air. The Impala came to a stop as it reached an average sized house painted a neutral gray color. The taller man climbed out first and a shorter followed soon after. They approached the door and Dean gave it three taps with his knuckles. Shortly after a man around his sixties with gray hair to match his house and a weary expression opened the door.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm Agent Young and this is my partner Agent Angus," Dean said. "We were in the area and heard about the tragedy and we just want to make sure there is no foul play."

The man hesitated for a moment, "Come in."

The pair we greeted with what Dean could only describe as the sweet scent of too many pastries being baked at once. As they passed the kitchen his guess was confirmed when he saw a lady pulling a chocolate cake out the oven to add to the pile of desserts on the counter that was already large enough to keep a small army satisfied till the end of winter.

Seeing their wide eyes the man quickly explained. "My wife deals with grief by baking."

At this point they reached a small sitting room. As the man sat in the leather recliner, Dean and Sam were left to share the love seat. With a not so happy expression, Dean sat down. "So Mr. Baker," Sam started. "Was there anyone who would want to hurt your daughter?"

"Not at all, she is-"taking a breath he corrected himself "Was the sweetest thing; volunteering at the soup kitchen and always helping old Mrs. Graham get her mail. I can't think of anyone who didn't like her. Why do you think she was killed anyway? I thought she had a heart attack."

Not missing a beat Dean responded, "Just being cautious. We know Jody was healthy and we want to make sure if someone did this to her they get punished for their crimes."

The man nodded at this and Sam continued his questioning. "Has anything weird happened before her death? Like cold spots or strange noises."

Mr. Baker gave him a strange look. "No everything has been perfectly normal."

A look passed between the brothers. Dean knew they needed to check out her room so Sam was going to distract him. Dean stood up, smoothing down his black form fitting suit. "Do you have a bathroom I could use?"

"Seconded floor, third door on the left," he directed.

"Thanks." Dean took off, confident in his brother's small talk skills. He made his way upstairs and scoured the area for Jody's bedroom. Dean hummed the Mission Impossible song in his head as he snuck into her room silently shutting the door behind him. Knowing time was of the essence he plunged into the chaos that was her room looking for a hex bag, claw, sulfur or anything else that would help them find whatever supernatural being responsible for the deaths. After a few minutes of scavenging through discarded clothes, books and candy wrappers, Dean came up empty handed. He made a last sweep with his EMF detector then disappointedly went to rejoin his brother when it stayed silent.

Seeing Dean descending the stairs, Sam quickly wrapped up the conversation. "Thanks for your time Mr. Baker, call if you can think of anything else."

Once they were outside safely out of ear shot Sam looked hopefully at his brother. "Anything?"

Dean responded with a shake of his head. "No everything was clean. I was thinking that you could check out the other vic's homes and I'll go to the morgue and see if they missed anything on the bodies."

"Sounds good," Sam agreed and they got in the car with a squeak of the door and drove off.

Sam stood out on the curve in front of the last house. He was starting to think that this wasn't their type of crazy after all. It's not like he didn't search, oh he searched alright! There was just nothing to be found. This case is driving him crazy! There is definitely something off about it, but everything is just, as Dean would but it, apple pie normal. Sam kicked at a loose stone. He might be better at waiting than his brother, but it still wasn't one of his virtues. After about thirty-seven seconds Sam caved in and pulled out his phone and dialed.

Dean strummed his fingers against the side of the wheel as he sang along to the soulful voice Jimi Hendrix. He reached the hospital as the final verse of Hey Joe faded away. Dean stepped out the car his scuffed boots just peeking out from under his slacks. As he strode up the path to the door the soft shushing sounds coming from the fountain by the entry way seemed to calm him as did the refreshing light green color of the wall. Huh, this Feng Shui shit really does work. Dean reached the front desk and whipped out his fake FBI badge. "I'm here to see the corner about the body that was brought in earlier this week."

"Well take a seat over there. He's on lunch break and will be back in twenty minutes."

Dean tried again leaning forward and flashing the frizzy haired brunette his best smile. "It's really important and I just need quick look. Don't you think you can help a Federal Agent out?"

She smacked the she was chewing loudly. "In twenty minutes."

Damn this chick is really playing hard to get. "You know if I finish early we might be able to grab a drink after." Dean seduced.

"I like women," the brunette said bluntly then turned away.

Dean, speechless turned and sat where she originally indicated and waited twenty minutes.

"No! Dr. Sexy why did you break up with her? She has fantastic boobs," Dean said sadly to himself as he watched the show on the small TV situated in the corner of the lobby. So engrossed in the show he nearly jumped out of his socks when a stocky man tapped his shoulder.

"Are you Agent Young who called earlier today? Brenda said you were here. I apologize for the wait."

"Uh no problem Mr..." Dean mentally scolded himself for letting someone get the jump on him. Dad would be so mad.

"Mr. Millhorn," he said holding out a clammy hand, which Dean let go as immediately as politely possible.

"So you're here about Jody Baker?" Mr. Millhorn clarified as they made their way towards the morgue.

"Yes and also the three other deaths you classified as heart attacks this month."

The pair entered the cold, sterile room of the morgue. Millhorn proceeded to open up four doors at varying heights and slide out slick metal beds which the bodies laid upon. The corner started describing his findings. "All four people were and still are perfectly. Well, aside from being dead," he added chuckling at his our remark. "There were no trace of toxins, no trauma, and no damage to any internal or external part of their body. I know I said they died due to heart failure, but honestly I just said that because there was nothing I could find."

While the man was talking Dean crouched down to inspect behind the ear of one of the victims hoping maybe it's a wraith, but dropped the idea when all he saw was smooth skin. Standing up Dean asked "Off the record, if you saw these people not knowing where and how they were found when they died what would you say killed them?"

"Well…seeing how blue tinged their lips are I would have said suffocation, but that impossible." Mr. Millhorn looked up at Dean for reassurance.

Changing the subject, Dean asked another question. "Their skin is this bluish color because of the hypothermia, right?"

"Actually, no. I'm not sure why it's that color on the man to your left and the girl to your far right; they were both found in the warm coziness of their home."

"Hmm," was all Dean said in response. At least we have something to go off now. "Thanks for your time Mr. Millhorn, I'll be in touch," he said in farewell and promptly left the room pulling out the buzzing phone from his pocket.

"Sam, hey, did you find anything?"

"Nah nothing. Whatever this thing is it's good. Why are you late?"

"Freakin' corner was taking a lunch break at three in the afternoon. I'm on my way now, I think I have a lead," Dean responded switching the phone to his left hand so he could get to his keys.

"Really? That's great I was thinking we came all the way out here for nothing."

"Yeah no shit, but at least they have great burgers."

"Is really all you can think about is food?" Sam said in exasperation.

"You know me I'm a deep ocean."

It was true, Sam thought. His brother was deep he was just really good at pretending to be a kiddie pool. Sam scoffed, "Are you here yet?"

"I'm right here. Maybe if you cut your hair you would see me."

Dean pulled his baby up right in front of Sam and popped the lock so he could get in. Once his little brother was inside, Dean began to summarize what he discovered. "So the victims were all this funky blue color-"

"Hypothermia?" Sam guessed cutting him off.

"Nope I asked that and he said two of them were found inside. Also corner says that if it were other conditions he would think they suffocated."

"So this thing suffocates its victims and turns them blue?"

"Yep, I think it's a Smurf," Dean joked shooting Sam a wicked grin.

"Be serious Dean. We need to find what this is before kills again."

"Fine, library then?"

"Library," Sam confirmed and on that note the Impala sped off towards its next destination, oblivious that it might be its last.

TBC