I tried to do this right, but four men in a forest is harder to write out than you think. And I'm sorry this is so short, not the scene I was planning on writing out. Should be next chapter, but please bear with me for now.


They had trudged through the forest for a half-hour before coming upon the scene of the crime. They dropped their things, watching Henry with a profound interest as he walked backwards with his arms held out. "Well? I see our first lead. Anybody else?"

They all looked at one another, and looked around. Dean shrugged and said, "What?"

Henry grinned smugly. "Look. Don't just see, look."

"What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

Shawn had already begun his search. "It means that the important things are hidden in plain sight."

Blood where Drake landed.

He once again squatted down, inspecting Drake's landing area. By now, nature had erased the flattened grass. But the blood was still there, along with . . .

"Found it!" He got up and pointed.

There were broken branches heading deeper into the forest, like after the murderer killed Drake, it turned around and left.

"Wha—oh," Dean said, "Alright, I give you credit for that. How did he know?"

Henry picked up his stuff, already heading onto the trail, "I used to be a detective for the SBPD. Started working there again bout' a year ago, six months."

Shawn muttered under his breath, "Feels a lot longer than six months."

They started along the new trail. Henry led, with Shawn and Gus behind him, Sam and Dean in the far back. Shawn and Gus kept looking behind them, and grinned when they were caught. Sam and Dean grinned back, but kept in mind they had been watching too.

"Dean. They're watching us." He spoke softly enough that only Dean could hear.

"I know. Like hawks."

"So you were right."

"I know."

Shawn and Gus turned around again. All four grinned at each other; they turned back front again.

"Gus, you were right. They're watching us!"

"I know! That's because we're the ones turning around, they're catching on!"

"Then stop turning around!"

"I'm not the one turning around! You're the one turning around!"

The rest of the fight wasn't audible to anyone, though Henry turned around and they all stopped arguing. "Well."

"Dad. Stop saying that and finish your sentences. No one can read your mind."

He grunted. "Fine. You don't wanna finish the case, I'll hand it over to the FBI agents."

"What?" Dean asked, looking up.

"It's Dean, right? And Sam? How exactly did Shawn talk you into coming?"

"Yes sir," Sam said, coming forward, "We're on this case too. It didn't take much."

"Really? You're both gonna camp out just for the sake of a case?"

Sam knew he was onto them. Have to cover up "Sir, we take our jobs very seriously."

"Oh, I bet you do. May I see your badge again?"

"Why?"

"I want to." He held out his hand expectantly.

Sam took it out. Everybody watched in grim silence.

Henry took it, examining the piece of plastic. He looked up, smirking. "I knew it."

"Knew what?"

He threw the badge in the air behind him. "You aren't real detectives are you . . . Sideshows Mel and Bob?" He crossed his arms. "Shawn, you knew this. I told you not to get involved with the Winchesters."

"Dad—"

"Wait, what? That was over twenty years ago!"

"Yeah, he has this weird memory thing, it's like me—"

"I have Eidetic memory, along with my son."

"People, people," Gus exclaimed, "stop fighting! No, the Winchesters aren't real FBI agents. We're all on this case though, and it's already six o'clock."

"We need to get to a clearing," Dean said, "Else we'll be stuck traveling through the woods unprotected."

"From demons?" Henry mocked.

"From whatever's in this forest, along with the murderer. If she's still here."

No one said anything after. They started along the trail again, eventually tripping into another clearing. They finally started talking to each other again while setting up tents. Shawn and Gus distracted Henry while Sam and Dean made a protective circle out of salt around camp.