The headline blared across the screen: “Jackson Rocked by Horror, Fourth Body Discovered Since June.” That was all it took to drag Dean and Sam into town. Now they stood in the coroner’s office, flashing their FBI knock-off badges with the casual confidence of men who’d done this a hundred times before.The receptionist, however, wasn’t buying it so easily. She leaned back in her chair, eyes narrowing. “Funny,” she said, tapping a pen against her desk. “There’s already one of you back there. Don’t see why we need a whole team poking around. Odds are it’s just a bear.” Dean leaned in, flashing that well-practiced grin that had gotten him out of more than one sticky situation. “Just taking the proper precautions, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want anything… unusual to slip under the radar.” Sam shot his brother a nervous look as they walked down the hall. “Shouldn’t we be a little more worried about the actual agent that’s already here?” Dean smirked, shaking his head. “Relax, Sammy. We’ve handled worse.” But as they rounded the corner, both brothers froze. Dean groaned aloud, running a hand down his face. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”Of course It was you. The only huntress Dean couldn’t bear. Always here. Always something to say. Damn he hated you and your stupid smile.