"Got one." Dean slapped the newspaper with the back of his hand in a triumphant gesture before sliding it over to his brother, whom seemed less than aware of whatever his older brother was so pleased about.

"Got what." Sam's voice was flat as he stared at his computer screen, clearly not paying much attention to Dean. On the screen were tabs upon tabs of different sites with information about angels, especially how to track a specific angel. It was his priority number one, even though the information was scarce and seldom useful.

"A case, dumbass." Dean's displeasure with Sam's lack of interest was not only evident in his voice, but in his expression as well. Letting out a light snort, he leaned back in his seat, taking a far too large bite out of his bagel.

"Woman got her throat ripped out in the middle of the street, in daylight." Sam's brow furrowed and he finally tore his gaze from the screen to gather up the newspaper, ignoring the smug look on Dean's face.

"Doesn't sound like a vamp, but.." Dean snuck in another large bite of his bagel before even having finished his last mouthful completely, only to interrupt Sam.

"If ftill doef pfound like a vamp, I know!" Sam glanced at his brother, whose voice was muffled by the large amount of poorly chewed bagel in his mouth. After a provoking "what" gesture from Dean, Sam simply rolled his eyes and let it slide.

"But vamps don't usually attack in broad daylight."

"That's not even the kicker. Read further, right there, go on, read." Dean flicked his hand, sloppily tapping the spot on the newspaper where, apparently, the important part of the article was starting. Albeit reluctant to obey his brother's already massive ego, Sam began reading out loud.

"Locals found the woman, Nancy Hearth, in the middle of the street, bleeding out due to substantial injuries to her throat. Somehow, when the law and ambulance arrived, while soaked in her own blood, there was no injury to be found on the woman, who was able to go home straight away. Locals are calling it a... Miracle?" Sam raised his head with a confused look on his face.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Dean rolled his shoulders in a shrug, wiping off his hands on his pants.

"Well what's not a good thing is a vamp that's getting so cocky they're trying to feed in the middle of the street, in daylight." Sam gave a tilted nod in agreement; Dean did have a very valid point with that. Smacking his laptop closed and shoving it into his bag, Sam got out of his seat by the little breakfast table, in perfect sync with his brother, who was grinning with a strange twinkle of excitement in his eyes.

"Let's hit the road!"

It had taken about a day and a half to drive to the little town, and for the last few hours there was really nothing else but farms and woodland around to look at. It seemed odd for a vampire to decide to hunt in such a desolate little town. A missing person here would get everyone's attention, even if it was just the neighbourhood bum.

"Perhaps it's a really stupid, newly turned vamp?" Dean suggested, but the tone in his voice made it obvious that he didn't really believe his own words. Sam huffed out a chuckle and glanced at his frowning brother.

"Yeah, and what would have turned it? I've been doing tons of research about the place, this is basically the first attack in years. Seems like only, well, good things happen there." Sam didn't know what to make of it, neither of them did.

"So what, a newly turned vamp that... Ran all the way to this damn town?"

"Well, technically they could, but.."

"I know, it's fucking ridiculous." Dean snorted in frustration, throwing his elbow over the back of his seat, one hand firmly on the wheel as they drove into town.

It had been a while since they'd visited a place like this. Dean watched with a confused frown as they slowly drove down the street. Every shop was quaint and open, with the owners outside chatting with each other and whoever came by. Even the teenagers sought out conversation, which just made Dean shake his head.

"This place gives me the creeps." Sam let out a chuckle, leaning back in his seat to give his brother a bit of a scolding look.

"What, because the teenagers aren't rogue criminals, but actually polite?" Dean slapped the wheel and sharply turned his head to stare at Sam, that frown still scrunching up his forehead.

"It just ain't normal!"

Once they were both suited up, badges in hand, they set out to do some interviews. While there was still suspicion towards this town settled deep within Dean's mind, he had to accept that the people, besides the creepy friendly behaviour with each other, seemed like completely normal people. They talked to him just like most other folks did, and acted the same as well. However, when the prodding questions about what really happened snuck in, these people all seemed perfectly aware of what was going on.

"Why it was a miracle of the Lord, of course!"

Sam and Dean glanced at each other for a moment before returning their attention to the elderly woman they were interviewing. She was the last witness, but besides different wording, she was saying the exact same thing as everyone else that had been there.

"A.. Miracle, ma'am?" Sam tried cautiously, not wishing to undermine the lady's beliefs, although both he and Dean knew more than well that God had nothing to do with this. Something else was going on.

"Yes, a miracle, God's work!" Sam had to elbow Dean discretely as the guy tried to stifle a snicker.

"Somehow I doubt that, ma'am." Dean hadn't been able to help himself; it just slipped out of him, an amused smirk playing on his lips as he pretended to be busy writing something down in the little notepad he was carrying. Sam just quickly rolled his eyes before smiling kindly at the lady, going in to salvage the conversation.

"Forgive my partner, he's not very religious. Do you mind telling me exactly what happened, that made you believe it was a miracle?"

Exiting the house, Sam adjusted his tie as they both walked down the steps off the porch. Dean simply shook his head, a chuckle in his voice as he spoke.

"Miracle of God.. Yeah right. More like.." He was forced to pause, frowning a bit as he tried to think of something that would have done this.

"An angel? It fits the bill." Sam suggested, but while angels were more than capable of helping humans heal, they were rather busy with the whole war of factions going on.

"Come on, an angel, here? It's been how long since they fell? I doubt any angel would think it a good idea to stay in this town. They've got a war to fight, for fucks sake!"

"It would make a good hiding place." The brothers flinched and turned around, both of them with a hand on their gun. Once they saw who it was, they relaxed.

"Damn it, Cas!" Dean basically hissed out the words as he glared at the angel with narrow eyes.

"How did you even find us?"

"The newspaper on your breakfast table. You left without waiting for me." They both raised their eyebrows and glanced at each other. They had completely forgotten that Castiel had been helping them with their previous case of some rogue demons.

"I was gone for twenty five minutes and thirty four seconds, but when I come back with the coffee, you were both gone." There was a hint of abandonment in the raspy voice of the angel, something that was completely lost with Dean, who frowned and tipped his head slightly to the side, pointing at Cas.

"It took you twenty five minutes to get coffee? What the hell were you doing?"

"Apparently, it is not generally accepted to go in front of other people waiting for coffee. I insisted that is was important, but.. They called security, and I had to go to another coffee shop."

Sam blinked in confusion and shook his head, holding up a hand.

"Hang on, Cas, you spent a long time being a human, how could you not know that you have to stand at the back of the line and wait your turn?"

"In my time as human, which is very short compared to the rest of my existence, I never encountered the phenomenon of standing in line. I thought it something humans do when they have a lot of time to spare."

"Probably because you were a hobo on the run most of the time, and then a sales clerk." Dean snickered with a grin, which disappeared as Cas sent him a short glare.

"Sales associate."

"Now that you're here Cas, perhaps you can help us out." They had all gathered in the car. Dean by the wheel, Sam next to him in the passenger's seat, and Castiel in the back as usual. Sam spoke with a hopeful smile, looking at their friend, who seemed.. A tad confused about the statement.

"Am I not always helping you out?" Dean pinched the bridge of his nose with his eyes shut tight before sighing. He was about to say something that no doubt would offend the angel, thus Sam stepped in before he could even open his mouth.

"Cas, is there any way an angel would be hiding out here? Are there still neutral angels out there?" Cas frowned, falling silent as he glanced down, thinking about the answer.

"I suppose it is technically possible, but highly unlikely. The factions are killing the neutral angels that refuse to pick a side, and most are now giving up on avoiding the war." Dean threw up his hands in a defeated gesture, slapping them down on his legs.

"That's it, I'm out of ideas."

"Out of ideas of.. What?" Sam sighed and put an arm over the back of their seat, looking at Cas.

"What caused the 'miracle' that everyone in town is going on about. They're calling it a miracle of the lord, but.."

"It is not, a miracle of the lord. It would be highly improbable that my Father would come down to save one woman when there are far more pressing matters." Dean turned back around to look at Castiel with his eyebrows raised.

"So you know what's happened here?"

"Of course. It took me less than a second to get here once I found the newspaper, I have been waiting for you." Turning back around slowly, Dean let out a low chuckle.

"Of course you have.." Sam rolled his eyes and then looked at Castiel.

"Is there anything else that can make someone heal like that? I mean, it's not like she made a deal with a demon, apparently she was choking on her own blood." Castiel sucked in a slow breath before expelling it in a thoughtful sigh, frowning as he rummaged through his mind for a plausible answer. Looking up at Sam, he straightened up.

"I will do some research." And with those words, he was gone. Sam frowned slightly and glanced over at Dean.

"Not even Cas knows what's going on."

"Well" Dean started, putting the Impala into gear.

"We'll just have to figure it out ourselves."

"What's with this town!?" Dean angrily slammed the door of the Impala shut, but not without gently patting the roof as a kind of subconscious apology while staring at Sam.

"There's not a single burger joint!" Sam let out a laugh and glanced over at Dean as they walked down the street in their casual clothes, his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

"Oh no" Sam spoke with a childish tease in his voice.

"That means you'll have to eat food made out of locally sourced products, what a nightmare!" Sam had extracted his hands from his pockets to wiggle his fingers on either side of his face. Dean snorted and gave his brother a cold glare, but it didn't seem to put a dent in Sam's high spirits.

"Oh come on Dean, relax! Non toxic food is not that bad, you know." Sam kept teasing his brother. He felt good, for once. They had agreed on a strictly business relationship, but for some reason he couldn't help but enjoy himself. For once they weren't only hunting something bad, they could find something good. And for all the crap that had been happening around them lately, they needed something good to happen.

"So, do you think we have a mysterious healer person on our hands? Like the blind guy?"

"Yeah well he wasn't exactly healing them. His wife was making other people die so that her husband could look like he's healing people." Sam sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth and gave a tilted nod.

"Yeaaah that's true. I wonder if there even are any actual human healers. I mean, last time we tracked one down, it turned out to be Castiel."

They kept walking down the street, discussing both where the vampire could have gone off to and what could possibly have healed the woman. They knew of friendly monsters, sure, but they had never heard of a monster that actually goes out of its way to heal people. Kind of defeats the purpose of calling it a monster.

"Ey, you're the two feds, aren'tcha?" The two brothers slowed down to curiously look over to the man standing by the grocery shop.

"Yes, and you sir..?" Sam smiled as he spoke, walking up to the man who tipped his cap in a greeting.

"Roy, I own the grocery store here. So, what do you make of this here mystery?" Sam chuckled lowly and ran a hand over his hair.

"Well to be honest, we're kind of stumped."

"No wonder! I mean sure, we've had little miracles happen every now and then, but the attack! Now that's a first in a long time."

Dean pulled himself away from the window, where he had been scouting for anything decent to eat.

"Wait, so this isn't the first time someone's been healed?" While he spoke, he dug out the notepad he kept in his pocket, ready to write down any information the man had to give them. Roy shook his head.

"Oh not at all, we like to think of ourselves as a blessed little town. People walking away unscathed from car crashes, a kid with cancer getting healthy without treatment... We keep it mostly to ourselves to keep the biblical fanatics out." Roy raised a hand as to stop the brothers from assuming things.

"Now, we believe in our lord the saviour as much as any other town, but there are limits to worship, if you know what I mean." Dean snorted out a laugh and nodded, mumbling that yeah, he knew what he meant.

"Anyway, regarding the case, do you remember anything unusual happening that day? Anything out of the ordinary, did someone you know act strange?"

"What, you think it's one of our own that attacked Nancy? Hah! As if, I know all of these people, no one would do such a thing! It just ain't in them. As I said, this is a blessed little town, and we're thankful for our blessings. Makes people a lot happier, you know, knowing there's something good watching over us." Sam threw a quick, concerned glance at Dean, which quickly shifted into a look of apathy as his brother had gone back to examining the storefront window. Returning his attention to the man, Sam brought out his own notebook, smiling politely.

"Alright, so had anyone new come into town? Anyone at all?" Scratching his beard, the man leaned against the brick wall of the store, letting out a deep sigh, heavy with the smell of tobacco.

"Well, Amy came back into town that day." Scribbling down the name, Sam took a tiny step closer to the man. It could turn out to be nothing, but they had so little to go on, any information would be useful.

"Who's Amy?" Sam pressed, eager to get any information. Roy raised an eyebrow before holding up a finger, causing Sam to frown while he fished up a box of tobacco, pushing a clump up in under his lip, smacking contently.

"Well, Amy comes into town every now and then. Sweet kid, a bit out of it, but as harmless as a bunnyrabbit. She comes in, goes to the bakery, and then stays for a couple of days before going back to, well, wherever she came from." This was good. At least they had something strange to go on. Writing down the information, Sam started speaking again.

"So you have no idea where she is now, or where she lives?" Suspicion crept into the man's eyes as he narrowed them, watching Sam closely.

"She ain't got nothing to do with this, ya hear?" Sam was slightly taken aback by the man's sudden, albeit discrete hostility.

"No, no, we just.."

"We have to explore all possibilities, sir." Dean said with that professional smile of his.

"Thank you for your time." Dean nudged Sam and they both began walking down the street again.

"What was that about?" Sam hissed at Dean, still within hearing range if they spoke normally.

"He's not going to tell us where she is, we'll have to do some digging ourselves to find her. He said she always goes to the bakery, didn't he? Well, let's go to the bakery." Sam raised his eyebrows, glancing at his brother with a less than trusting look, shoving his notepad into his pocket.

"And this is not, because you want to see if they have pie?" Dean huffed as though Sam had just insulted him horribly, and once they reached the car, he opened the door and got in with a smile.

"Please.. It's always about the pie."

The bakery did indeed have pie, and about as many kinds as Dean could possibly want. Sam gave up any hope that his brother would help him with this particular inquiry, he was on his own. Not that he minded, sometimes it was easier to question people without Dean breathing down his neck, or breathing down women's cleavages. The mere thought caused him to roll his eyes, but once the owner of the bakery came to the front, he smiled kindly.

"Hello there, Mrs Wellsworth, is it?" The woman was probably slightly past forty, and seemed more than pleased with having Sam in her shop, if judging by her smile.

"Yes, however can I help you?" Dean just had to throw a glance at the two, god, that woman was soaking her voice in honey. Kind of disturbing.

"We're wondering if a girl named Amy came by here say, two days ago?" The mention of the name seemed to put the woman in a much sourer mood and she nodded slowly, stroking her own hands nervously.

"Well, yes, she did. She always comes by here when she comes into town." Sam raised his eyebrows before frowning slightly.

"But you, weren't too pleased with that?" The woman tapped the desk and sighed, looking around a though she didn't know what to focus on.

"Oh, well, oh I don't know, I suppose so? I mean she's never done anything bad, but there's something off about that girl." Sam's lips twitched with a smile, but he kept his exterior calm.

"What exactly was off about her?"

"Well for one, I've never seen the girl wear shoes. Who doesn't wear shoes? Even in the winter she's barefoot!" This was odd enough to tear Dean away from the large assortment of pies, joining Sam at the desk with a frown.

"No shoes, ever?" The woman shook her head, clapping her hands against the wooden desk.

"Never! Even in winter, no shoes. The girl doesn't even put on a jacket!" Sam huffed out a light chuckle.

"That is, definitely strange. Do you know where she is?"

"No, I don't. But every time she's bought pastries, she goes to the town square to sit by the fountain. I'd look there if I was you. Is she in trouble?" There was a hint of hopefulness in the woman's voice that made them both frown, and they quickly excused themselves, throwing the blame at 'duty calls'.

"So we've got a non-angel, that acts just like an angel?" Dean frowned as he used his hands to really empathize his confusion about this case.

"What makes you say that?"

"Oh come on Sam, who else do you know that's a bit out of it and doesn't put on more clothes in winter, or removes them during the summer?" Sam blinked and then gave a slow nod as he connected the dots.

"Castiel, yeah, you're right."

"So, as I said, we've got a supposedly non-angel, doing angelic stuff, while acting like an angel. Just great, like we needed shit to make less sense."

Once they got to the town square, it was a bit difficult to know what to look for. If this was an angel, they could have just zapped out of there as soon as they sensed danger, but things also pointed towards it not being an angel. The two brothers split up to look for anything that could be considered a clue. A group of crows caught Dean's attention as they were gathering by a bench, seemingly feasting on something inside a paper bag.

"Shoo, shoo!" Dean swept his arms in the air to scare off the crows, which both flew and hopped away to get away from this massive brute that interrupted their meal. It was a paper bag with the logo of the Wellsworth Bakery.

"Hey, Sam! Get your ass over here." Sam instinctively walked over to Dean, with a bit of a spring in his step.

"What is it?" Dean smirked as he held up the paper bag, a half-eaten carrot cake was still left inside, no doubt eaten at by crows.

"Seems like she left in a hurry, didn't even finish her meal, or come back to it."