The cemetery wasn't much help. Neither was the police station.

Brendon let himself drop on top of the mattress in his hotel room. He stared up at the ceiling, reliving the events of the day.

After interviewing Breezy, which had been a bit of a bust itself the more Brendon thought about it, he had checked on the crime scenes. He jumped into the graves, finding nothing stranger than the dug up casket. It didn't look like something supernatural from this angle.

He then proceeded to the police station. After playing a guessing game with the officer on duty as to "what a famous Sinatra used to do", Brendon was provided with very little new information about the case.

"Some of 'em happened in daylight." The officer recounted as he dug for the case files. "That funeral girl said nothing in the morning, but then a new dug up by noon!"

It was peculiar, but not unheard of. Some grave robbers were just ballsy. Maybe it helped them get off to do it in the daylight with the thrill of possibly getting caught. Brendon could see how that might be appealing in certain situations...

He sighed. There had to be more to this case. Security cameras he didn't check? Small details he just didn't notice upon his initial investigation?

He pulled his phone out of his pocket to check for any notifications. The only thing that popped up when he hit the power button, however, were the bold numbers reading 10:26 pm. He let it drop to the mattress beside him.

"I've gotta double check everything." Brendon spoke out loud to the empty air that surrounded him, "I must have messed up somewhere..."

He continued to look up at the ceiling. Was he going to mess this case up when it was the first of what could be several that the Winchester's trusted him with? This had to be something if they sent it to him, right?

Brendon shut his eyes. It seemed like something open and shut. Whatever this thing was, however, covered its tracks well. It must be old... Or just smart...

When Brendon reopened his eyes, sunlight was illuminating the room. He groaned, bringing his hands up over his eyes. When had he fallen asleep? It didn't happen all the time, but overthinking a case could make Brendon lose hours or fade into his dreams if he wasn't careful. It seemed to have happened overnight.

"Fuck..." Brendon mumbled pulling his hands away from his face and letting them drop to his side. He needed to jump back on the case; maybe he should talk to Breezy again. There had to be something he missed, and it was where he had initially started his investigation in the first place. Might as well.

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Brendon downed the last of his coffee as he drove along the cemetery. Turns out he had slept for twelve hours. Minor setback, but coffee helped. It was around eleven in the morning now. It was later than he had visited the previous day, so Breezy should have been there.

Thankfully, his theory rang true. The car she had been dropped off by the day before was parked in front of the small building.

Brendon tilted his cup back, tapping the remaining droplets of coffee into his mouth, before turning his car off. He threw the cup in the floorboard of the passenger seat and pushed his door open. He hummed to himself as he combed his fingers through his hair in an attempt to look more presentable. He hoped it at least looked decent.

He made his way up to the door, tugging at his jacket as he went. Falling asleep in it had caused some wrinkling. He sighed; it would have to do since his backup was still stained with vampire blood. He straightened his posture and brought his hand up to knock on the door. Before he could, however, the door was pulled open.

A tall man with brown hair stood behind the door. His head was turned away from Brendon, speaking presumably to Breezy. Brendon took a step back as the man turned to face his direction.

The man's hair was swooped to the side. He had a pale face, but sharply defined jaw and features. Brendon inhaled a silent breath when he met the man's striking blue eyes.

"Hello." The man raised and eyebrow as he spoke. His voice sounded a bit dorky, yet there was something attractive about it.

"Hi." Brendon smiled, glad he wasn't so captured by the man's looks that he tripped over his words. "I don't think we've met."

The man shook his head. "We haven't." He paused, taking a moment to look Brendon up and down. He opened his mouth to say something else, but Breezy chose the moment to walk up beside the man.

"Agent Sinatra!" She chripped, looping an arm with the man's. "How are you? Have you met my boyfriend, Dallon?"

Shit, they were BOTH taken. Brendon internally kicked himself. Of course they were. He didn't have time to focus on that kind of thing anyway; he had a case to focus on.

"Dallon Weekes." Dallon smiled, offering his hand.

"Andrew Sinatra." Brendon smiled back, shaking Dallon's hand. "Hope I wasn't interrupting anything."

Breezy giggled. "Not at all! Dallon just stopped by to have lunch with me!" She bounced on her toes to plant a kiss on Dallon's jaw.

"Hope I'm not interrupting." Dallon grinned with a shrug.

"Just need to do some follow up." Brendon assured.

Breezy nodded, "Any way I can help!" She turned to Dallon, "I'll see you tonight."

"I'll pick you up at five." Dallon mumbled before leaning down to kiss her.

Brendon looked down, feeling intrusive on their moment. He stepped to the side of the porch to let Dallon pass, stealing the slightest glance at his rear before quickly looking up at Breezy.

"Come in!" Breezy gestured Brendon inside, "Would you like anything to drink?"

"Got any coffee?" Brendon asked as he stepped inside. It was chilly in the hall, much colder than his previous visit.

"Always." She winked, "I'll be in the kitchen."

Brendon nodded, feeling a bit uneased by her wink. Didn't her boyfriend just leave?

He stepped into the waiting room. This time, he would be taking a more thorough look around. By the time Breezy entered the room, holding two coffee mugs, his search still hadn't brought up anything new.

"Thanks." Brendon smiled as he was handed a normal people scare me novelty mug. He took a sip; it burned his tongue, but he kept drinking. "Hey, was there anything you may have forgotten to mention yesterday about the grave robberies?"

Breezy hummed as she drank from her own friends don't lie mug. "I don't think so." She tilted her head, "Is the investigation not going well?"

Brendon chuckled, "Just trying to cover every detail." He said, drinking more from his mug. The sting of the coffee was less this time, but there was something off about it.

She looked at him curiously, drinking more from her mug. "No there reason?" Another sip.

"Uhh..." Brendon's hand began to shake. His eyes crossed momentarily, making him shake his head. "No..." He brought his hand against his head.

"None at all, agent Sinatra?" Breezy giggled, stepping closer. "If only that was your name."

Brendon dropped his mug. The sound of the glass shattering was distant in his ears as he continued to shake. Something was in the coffee. What was in the coffee?

"Hunters don't bother with extensive back stories." Breezy continued as she looked down into her coffee cup. "You all have that smell. A quick google of your name and picture brought up several names."

Brendon fell forward, catching Breezy's arm and causing her to drop her mug as he fell. Her mug shattered the same time he collided with the floor. Something splashed against his face and arm. Something that felt thicker than coffee.

"I'm glad you came so I didn't have to call." Breezy knelt down as Brendon's eyes crossed again. "Hunters can be so easy to trick."

Brendon tried to speak in response, but his eyelids fluttered shut and everything grew silent.