On her way to work she tried not to think about the abrupt loss of her sanity, but those eyes were burned into her mind. The man across the street was clearly different from the others she'd seen. Not only were his eyes red instead of black, but he had acknowledged her. The others looked, sure, but their gaze was nothing but a cold stare. Almost like a warning. The other man's gaze had been an invitation; playful and sinister.

She was paying so little attention that she ran her hip right into the jagged edge of a car.

"Hey!" The deep voice made her jump out of her skin. Her startled eyes rose to meet the eyes of one of the most attractive men she'd ever seen.

"I'm sorry!" She exclaimed, hands raised as she jumped away from the car.

"Watch where you're going, Jesus," He continued to grumble under his breath as he rubbed at the car with his coat sleeve.

"Dean!" Another man said in a scolding tone. This one was so tall he towered over Grace. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen anyone so tall in person.

"Sorry about him," The new man said to Grace with a tight smile.

"It's okay. I wasn't paying attention," Grace smiled back sheepishly, her eyes drawn to the car she'd run into. It was a classic American muscle car. Something one didn't see often in the city.

"Yeah, you weren't," The first man, Dean, grumbled as he finally walked away from the car, facing her.

"Sorry, again. It's not scratched is it?" She asked, just out of politeness. She knew there was no way anything on her could have scratched it. Honestly, she was surprised the impact had even hurt to any degree considering the thickness of her fluffy coat.

"No, Baby's fine," He assured her, huffing as he stuffed his hands in his coat pockets.

"Good," Grace smiled more easily, seeing the charm in a man who nicknames his car. However, she quickly realized she was standing outside her work with two strangers and nothing to talk about.

"Um," She cleared her throat. "So, are you going to the library?" She asked, glancing from one man to the other.

"Ah, yes, actually," The taller one said, seeming relieved to be moving on.

"Okay, well, I work here so if you're looking for anything specific just let me know," Grace offered, glad to be on to a less tense subject. Something about her work and the ability to help people relaxed her.

"That would be great!" The taller one spread his arms, seeming to relax as well. "We're actually looking for some books on local lore and history," This surprised Grace and perked her up. History was something she loved and it was a rare surprise when someone else shared her interest.

"I know just the place," Her tone brightened and the three began walking into the building.

"Is there anything specific about the city you're looking for?" She asked as she took of her gloves and coat at the door and hung them up.

"Anything tragic and bloody," Dean said. The taller one rolled his eyes and pulled something out of his coat, holding it out for Grace to see. It was an FBI badge.

"We're investigating the recent murders. At this point, we've got nothing," He sighed heavily. "So, we were hoping we'd get some kind of hint here today," Grace nodded and guided them to a dusty section in the back of the library.

"Noticed anything weird around town lately? Sketchy newcomers, the smell of sulfur, missing any close friends?" Dean asked, only to be nudged hard by his companion.

"No, nothing like that..." As she spoke the image of black and red eyes flashed through her head and she trailed off.

"But something?" The tall man said with an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah," Grace nodded, feeling reluctant to tell them what she'd seen. "I...I could be crazy. It honestly wouldn't be surprising, because weird doesn't really explain it," She crossed her arms and leaned back against the table behind her, eyebrows knit.

"Sharp teeth? Guy drinking blood in an ally?" Dean asked, only to receive yet another jarring blow from his partner.