Three months later, Sam and Dean were working a case in San Fransisco. A werewolf killed a lawyer named Nate Mulligan. They were in their motel room, Dean cleaning his guns.

"This lawyer guy the first heart-free corpse in town?" He asked his brother.

"First man. Over the past year, several women have gone missing. Dead bodies all washed up later in the bay, too deteriorated to draw firm conclusions."

"But no hearts?"

"No hearts," Sam confirmed. "They were all hookers working Hunter's Point. Now, cops are trying to keep things under wrap, but they're looking for a serial killer."

"And the lunar cycle?"

"Yeah. Month after month, all the murders happen in the week leading up to the full moon."

"Which is this week, right?"

"Hence the lawyer."

There was certainly enough evidence to indicate that it was a werewolf. "Awesome."

After a brief discussion as to why Dean was being such a "geek" about the case, they decided to talk to the girl who found the body, his secretary Madison. They went to her place to ask her some questions. Dean spotted a very familiar blue 1970 Ford Mustang.

"Hey, Sammy. Doesn't that car look familiar to you?"

Sam looked at the car, shrugging. "I guess."

"1970 Ford Mustang." He paused for a moment. "Mach 1," he murmured. No. It had to have been a coincidence. They continued to Madison's front door.

"I don't understand, I already gave my statement," Madison said as she let them in.

"Right, well, we just need to verify a few things," Sam replied.

They were suddenly met with a familiar face. Madison introduced them. "This is Nate's niece-" Dean cut her off.

"Angel."

Angel stood awkwardly, smiling at them. "Guys. It's been a while."

"You know each other?" Madison asked.

"Yeah, a little bit," Sam answered.

"Yeah, they were... investigating a case in LA," Angel added. "What a small world."

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Um, once we're done here, we may need to ask you some questions about your... uncle."

"Yeah, of course." She kept a cool exterior, but inside, she was positively frazzled. What were the odds that she would meet the Winchesters a second time? Not to mention she finally knew where she knew them from. It was so long ago.

Once they finished talking to Madison, they stepped outside with Angel. They had many more questions for her. Dean was the first to speak. "You're... here?"

"Yes, Dean, I am," she replied sarcastically. "I'm working a case, and apparently we found the same one."

"What, did you have another vision?" Sam asked. "No information has been released about the attack."

She paused, unsure how to explain it. "I was... scrying."

They both gave a confused look. "Scrying?" Dean asked. "What the hell is scrying?"

"Well... you know how some psychics use a crystal ball? That's what scrying is. I don't use a crystal ball though, normally I use a bowl of water with candles. I always scry around this point in the lunar cycle for... werewolf purposes. I located one here in San Francisco, and I went for it. And apparently, I wasn't the only one."

"Okay, well... what is it with you pretending you have this personal connection? I mean, why not just go with fake FBI?"

"First of all, I don't know how to make a fake badge, and secondly, I'm trying not to break the law. Unlike you two, I'm not a felon."

"Hey, we aren't felons," Dean retorted. "We just... level the playing field."

Angel raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, in illegal ways. But that's not really important. You have a motel room rented?"

"Yeah, why?" Sam asked.

"We should talk more there. I've got... something I wanna lay on you. But we shouldn't talk here, anyone could be listening."

"Yeah, but we can talk about werewolves, scrying, and federal offences," Dean said sarcastically.

Angel shot him an incredulous look. "Get in your car. I'll follow."

They got to the motel room, though Angel was unsure of how she was going to say the things she had to say. It was kind of heavy. Once they got inside, she sat on the bed, sighing deeply.

"Okay, what was so important that we had to come down here to talk about it?" Dean asked.

"Alright. Well... when I was a kid, I had a nightmare. I saw... a house burn down. Back in 1983. I was just a couple years old but... I remember it clear as day. I thought it was just a nightmare, nothing to worry about. But... my dad got a call from his brother, who lived in Kansas at the time. Turns out... my nightmare came true. A house burned down... and the mother of two boys died, while her sons and their father got out alive. Their names were... well, I'm sure you can piece the rest together yourselves."

They both stood before her in surprise. They hadn't expected this in the slightest. Neither of them knew what to say. But Dean spoke anyway. "So... you-you had a vision of us... when you were a kid? And then... you-you met us... several years later? Wh-what are the odds of that?" He chuckled, trying to fight off the shock.

"Basically. And now, here we are again, three months later."

"Okay." Sam soon came to grips with this. "So, definitely not a coincidence."

"You think?"

"We can't think about this right now, okay?" Dean interjected. "We've got a werewolf to hunt."

"Yeah, we do," Angel agreed. "So, what do we think, based on what Madison said?"

"Stalker ex-boyfriend?" Sam suggested. "He hates the boss. And he was there that night."

"Think he's our dog-faced boy?" Dean asked.

"Well, it's a theory." (A/n: a FILM THEORY. I'll go home.)

"I think I agree," Angel concurred. "Makes sense."

"What do you say we pay Kurt a visit?"

They went to Kurt's place, Angel riding with Sam and Dean. Dean picked the lock, and they let themselves in. "See, this qualifies as illegal." Angel pointed out.

"Yeah," Dean replied. "But it's not a felony. Therefore, still not felons."

"Oh yeah? You've hunted ghosts, right? How do you burn the remains without desecrating any graves?"

He had no answer for that one. "Shut up."

Knowing she'd won, she looked through Kurt's place for any evidence. There was nothing obvious so far.

"Anything?" Sam asked.

Dean had been looking in the fridge. "No, nothing but leftovers and a six pack."

"Check the freezer. Maybe there's some human hearts behind the Haagen-Dazs or something."

There was the sudden sound of a door opening and closing, followed by a crash from outside. Dean and Angel went to the sliding glass door, going out on the balcony. On the wall of the building, there were claw marks in the concrete, going all the way down to the floor. Sam joined them, seeing the marks as well. Angel decided to try something. She couldn't reach the claw marks from the balcony, but perhaps she could still get energy from them to help locate the werewolf.

They were about to go back inside until she spoke. "Wait, let me try something." She looked at the marks, trying to get something. She channelled its energy, trying to find the werewolf who made those marks. She soon got something, seeing what the werewolf was seeing. It was about to attack a policeman, she knew she had to do something. But before she could, there was the sound of nearby gunfire.

They all rushed to the source of the sound, only to find the policeman dead, his body mauled. "I'll call 911," Sam said, getting his phone from his pocket.

Angel couldn't believe this happened. This reminded her of what happened three months ago, with the Croatoan virus. "I... I could've stopped this. Maybe if I was quick enough; I saw what was about to happen."

"Hey, don't beat yourself up over it, okay?" Dean attempted to solace her. "You tried. You can't save them all."

She nodded, trying to see it that way. It all happened very fast, and even if she could say anything, they would've been too late getting there anyway. She still felt the weight of guilt on her shoulders.

Dean examined the body. "I'd say Kurt's looking more and more like our Cujo."

"Dean, if he's out here, we better check on Madison," Sam said.

They headed to Madison's apartment, knocking on the door. Her neighbour, Glen, hears the commotion and opens his door. "What's going on?" He asked.

"Police business, Glen," Angel answered as Madison opened the door.

"What is it?" She asked.

Sam glanced at Glen before answering. "Well, maybe we should talk privately."

They went to Madison's kitchen, where she poured them some coffee. "Has Kurt been here?" Sam asked her as she poured coffee into his cup.

"Not exactly," she replied, pouring some for Dean.

"What exactly does 'not exactly' mean?" Dean asked.

"Well, he was outside last night. Just... looking. Just looking at me." The three exchange looks. "Has he done something?" She asked, pouring Angel's coffee. She honestly needed coffee. She hadn't slept in a few days.

"We're not really sure," Sam replied.

"It's probably nothing, but... we just don't wanna take any chances," Dean added. "In fact, one of us should probably stay here with you? Just in case he stops by. Where does he work?"

"He owns a body shop."

"You mind grabbing that address for us?"

She left the room to get the address. "Alright, you two go, I'll stay," Sam volunteered.

"Forget that. You guys go after the creepy ex. I'm gonna hang here with the hot chick."

"Dude, why do you always get to hang out with the girls?"

"Because I'm older."

Angel sighed. "Men are unbelievable." She set her already empty cup down, taking Sam and Dean's cups and setting them down in the same place. "You wanna settle this, do it the old-fashioned way. Rock Paper Scissors. I'm going with whoever's going after the creepy ex, now go."

They both raised their fists, Dean choosing scissors and Sam choosing rock. "Dean, always with the scissors." Sam mocked.

"Shut up, shut up, two out of three."

They went again; same results. Dean walked out in frustration, Angel close behind. "We're taking my car, by the way. Hope you don't mind."

"Who died and made you the boss?"

"Hey, I got to San Francisco first. Therefore, my car. And don't complain about the music. I have one rule; driver picks the music."

Dean grinned. "Lemme guess, shotgun shuts his cakehole?"

She grinned back. "Never thought about that, but it definitely works."

Dean was just as impressed with the interior as he was with the exterior. White leather seats in prime condition, white inside of the doors, a pristine steering wheel that shone like new. There was an iPod jack installed with an iPod she used to listen to podcasts mostly. Dean wasn't such a fan of iPod jacks, but other than that, she was a beauty.

"You take good care of this car," Dean grinned.

"Damn right. She's always been my baby. Her name is Charlene."

Dean looked at her with a sparkle in his eyes. "You named your car?"

"Hell yeah. Who doesn't?"

They drove to Kurt's body shop, going inside to find him. They asked someone where he was, but he told them that Kurt hadn't been at work all week. But Angel found herself distracted. She sensed a strange presence in the room. Like someone--or something--was watching her. She looked around, trying to find the spy until Dean put a hand on her shoulder. "You okay?" He asked, seeing the look of distress on her face.

"Y-yeah. Just... got some bad energy." She looked around again, still feeling suspicious. "Y'know, maybe you should drive. I'm clearly...-" She noticed a man in a black overcoat walking out of the body shop. She got strong negative energy from him. "-a little out of it." She tried to catch up with the man, but by the time she got to where he was, he had vanished.

Dean came up beside her. "What? What'd you see?"

She looked around for him, the bad feeling gone. "I guess it was nothing. Sorry, I've just been really tired; I haven't slept in the past few days."

"Why not? Is something wrong?"

She finally looked at him, playing it off like it was nothing. "No. Just... a little insomnia, that's all. I mean, who doesn't get that every now and then, right?" She was still suspicious of the man in black. She wanted to find him, though she knew she couldn't. One baddie at a time.

(A/N: I hope you people realize what I put myself through with this fanfic. I just watched the entirety of Heart (the episode this chapter is based on) and now my feels exploded 😭 just wanted to inform you of that.

I'M NOT CRYING. YOU'RE CRYING.)