A/N: Just thought I'd let you guys know that I'm going to try and update this every day because I've finished writing it and am currently working on the sequel :)

CHAPTER 20

Sam and Dean walked through the morgue. Sam looked up ahead and saw a bald middle aged man walking towards them. He was struck by what hit him suddenly. He hadn't felt it for a long time, months now. He hadn't craved it, until recently.

"You okay?" Dean asked him quietly, seeing the intense way Sam was staring at the man.

"Yeah," Sam said straightening up and breaking out of his thoughts "I'm fine." He finished, brow still creased.

When they reached the room the bodies were in the coroner putting away one of the bodies.

"Agent Marlee," the coroner said with a smile "you just can't stay away."

"Heard you tagged another double suicide." Dean replied.

"I just finished closing them up."

"Dr Corman, this is my partner Special Agent Cliff," Dean nodded towards Sam, who stepped forward to shake the doctor's hand.

"Agent Cliff." The doctor nodded in greeting, shaking Sam's hand. "Finished my prelims, I pulled the organs sets and sent off the TOC samples." He added walking towards what looked like a giant refrigerator and taking off his jacket.

"Great. You mind if we take a look at the bodies?" Sam asked, jabbing a thumb towards the bodies on the table.

"Not at all, but like I said they're good and plenties." Dr Corman said opening the refrigerator and revealing lots of plastic containers containing an organ each. Sam and Dean's brows furrowed. "Already Tupperware-d."

"Super. Sam said semi-sarcastically. The doctor closed the fridge again.

"Leave the keys with Marty in the front." He said throwing Dean the keys and picking up his cowboy hat "and please, gentlemen, refrigerate after opening." He placed his hat on his head and left Sam and Dean to observe the organs.

They each pulled out a couple of containers and placed them on the table. They each started inspecting them closely. Sam was looking at a vein when Dean pushed a heart towards him.

"Hey be my valentine?" he asked with a goofy smile. Sam gave him a serious look. Dean started on another organ when Sam noticed something on the heart. He pulled out the heart of the male victim and put it beside that of the female.

"Hey, hey, hey," he said getting Dean's attention "these hearts both have identical marks. Check this out." He grabbed the magnifier and placed it over the hearts, showing a mark that looked like the top of a trident. "It looks like some kind of letter." He looked annoyed as he thought something "Oh no."

Dean looked at him in expectation. "What?"

Sam pushed away the magnifier. "I think it's Enochian."

"You mean like angel scratches?" Sam looked at him in confirmation "So you think it's like the carvings on our ribs?"

"Dean, I don't know."

"Yeah, well," Dean took off one rubber glove and pulled out his phone. "Cas its Dean." He said into the phone. "Yeah room 31C, basement level, St James Medical Centre." He said walking forward aimlessly when Castiel appeared in front of him, also holding a phone to his ear.

"I'm there now." He said in monotone.

"Yeah I get that." Dean replied.

"I'm gonna hang up now." The angel replied.

"Right." Dean said and they both hung up.

"So why did you call me here Dean?" Cas asked.

"The hearts of the latest victims have matching symbols, we think they're Enochian." Dean replied.

Cas walked over and picked up one of the hearts.

"You're right Dean, these are angelic marks." He said "I imagine you'd find similar marks on the other couple's hearts as well."

"So what are they? I mean – what do they mean?" Sam asked.

"It's a mark of union." The angel said placing the heart back "This man and woman were intended to mate."

"Okay, but who put them there?" Dean asked.

"Your people call them 'cupid'."

"What?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"What human myth has mistaken for cupid is actually a lower order of angel. Technically it's a cherub; third class." Castiel explained.

"A cherub?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, they're all over the world, dozens of them."

"You mean the little, flying, fat kid in diapers?"

"They are not incontinent." Cas said to Dean, a look of confusion on his face.

"Wait, wait, we know a cupid, Coop, and he's not short or fat and he can't fly." Sam said.

"Yeah he's also not in diapers." Dean added.

"There are other cupids. Supernatural cupids, they work for the Elders."

"Oh." Dean said.

"Okay, anyway, so what you're saying is—" Sam started before Cas cut him off.

"What I'm saying is that a cupid has gone rogue and we need to stop him before he kills again." he said seriously.

"Naturally." Sam said, shaking his head.

"Of course we do." Dean said looking seriously at Cas and nodding slowly.