As It Was - Dean Winchester

Part 40

"Here he is, Detectives." I stared at the man that the corner pulled out from the fridge. The female corner had stitched up all his wounds. Besides the ones in the middle of his chest that created the "Y" shape, he had stitches all along his chest and stomach and additional wounds on his throat, shoulders, and throat. Most of them looked like claw marks, but some were in the distinctive shape of a crescent moon.

"That's a pretty nasty bite," Sam commented, looking down at the pale body once belonging to Nate Mulligan.

"Mm-hmm," the corner confirmed, looking at the dead body.

"You know what bit him?"

"I haven't quite determined that just yet," she told us, averting her eyes. I continued to scan the body while Sam used his Winchester charm. He tilted his head a bit, narrowing his eyes, and flashed her a dimply smile.

"Come on, Doc. Off the record."

"Okay, way, way off the record..."

"Sure," Sam promised, and the woman glanced over at me. I nodded solemnly, making a silent promise, even though I already had a theory.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say the guy was attacked by a wolf." I nodded, that would fit. "But unless I know that the zoo is missing one of their Lobos, I'm going with pit bull," the corned told us, eyeing Sam. "I like my job."

Sam chuckled. "Yeah, I hear you."

"Is there anything else we need to know? Something missing? Maybe his heart?" I asked, catching the woman's attention.

She looked at me, surprised. "Yeah, how did you know that? I haven't even finished my report."

"I just wanna make sure we don't miss anything. Just a coincidence."

"Or a lucky guess," Sam added with a smile to the woman, distracting her.

After finishing up with the corner, we returned to the boys' motel room.

Dean was sitting on the edge of his bed cleaning his gun, and the sight of it made something inside of me do a flip. I sunk down on a chair by the table opposite him, crossing my legs, and watched as he worked. The corner of his mouth tugged up for just a second, and suddenly, I felt hot.

"This lawyer guy the first heart-free corpse in town?" Dean asked, glancing over at me. A smirk spread across his features, making me well aware that he knew exactly what he was doing to me. So, I smirked back and leaned forward, resting my arms on the table and holding his gaze.

"First man," Sam told him, grabbing two beers from the fridge. "Over the past year, several women have gone missing. Dead bodies all washed up later in the bay, too deteriorated to draw firm conclusions." Sam pulled out a chair and sat down next to me, handing me one of the beers. I unscrewed the cap and returned to admiring how Dean handled his gun. I took a slow sip from the beer, and when Dean's eyes followed the curve of my neck and trailed further down to my tank top's neckline, I quirked a brow at him.

"But no hearts?" He asked, looking back to his gun.

"No hearts," I confirmed, and Dean smiled.

"They were all hookers working Hunter's Point," Sam informed him. "Now, cops are trying to keep things under wrap, but they're looking for a serial killer."

"And the lunar cycle?"

"All happened during the week leading up to the full moon," I told him.

"Which is this week, right?"

"Hence the lawyer," Sam nodded.

Dean finished wiping down his gun. "Awesome," he grinned, stood up, and began to rummage around the bag on Sam's bed.