We walked down the hall until we reached the sheriff's office.

"Hello, I am agent Rachel Kendrick, FBI. This is my partner." I couldn't think of a fake name on the spot, so I just left it at that, "I am here to observe the most recent death files. Do you have any problems with that, sir?" I try to sound confident so people would take me seriously. After all I am only 23.

"Excuse me, but why do you need those files?" The sheriff was a scary looking man, with a sharp appearance, and a good build. He was about in his forties, I would guess, because of the slight gray color appearing in his hair and beard.

"...There have been about five deaths within the last two weeks and we think something might be going on." Sam and I couldn't tell the sheriff about the supernatural side of the case and it didn't help that all the cases were already closed. So, we couldn't give a good reason.

"Look. This case is, say, extra credit for me and my

partner, here. I know that all these cases are closed and I won't mess with anything going on here, I just need jurisdiction to do some investigating. I just want to look it over." The three of us stood in short silence. Seriously, Rachel? What is wrong with you? 'Extra credit?!', what were you thinking?!

"Um... alright. I guess it won't cause any harm. Just try not to interrogate too much. The town is already terrified by all these deaths." And with that, the sheriff turned to a filing cabinet behind him and unlocked it. Out he pulled six folders all with the words "death case" on the front. We thanked the sheriff and left.

"Dang! That was so easy. How did you do that?" Sam was looking at the files closely while we walked back to the car.

"I told the truth. Mostly," I admitted.

"Awesome." Sam laughed at me sarcastically.

"Shut up and listen. There has been another death since we've been here."

"Where? Let's go check it out." Sam heads to the car once again with a smile on his face.

"Ok, fine. But won't Dean want his car back soon? He's probably done getting the motel rooms." I jogged to keep up with Sam and got into the car.

"He'll be fine. Besides I'm his bro. What would he do?"

"Uh, let's see... punch you it the gut. And he can still hurt me. I don't want to mess up his car on accident." Sam started the car and headed to the marked area on the file.

"I won't let you get hurt. It's ok. You'll be fine." Sam stared ahead with a half serious face.

*After the drive*

"Well ok then. lets do this," I said as we pulled up to the crime scene. We adjusted our clothes as we walked up to the closest officer. I reached for my badge and Sam followed my lead.

"Hello, I am agent Rachel Kendrick, FBI. This is my partner, Erik Greenwood. We are here to investigate the deaths." I patiently waited for the officer to respond. He looked confused for a moment, then answered.

"Sorry, but these cases are closed. They were all either suicides or a natural cause. No murders."

"Well I have got jurisdiction by the sheriff. It's ok, we won't touch anything." I patted the officer on the back as we passed, but he still had a confused look on his face. We continued to walk towards the cation tape. Sam lifted the tape over my head and then over his.

"So we are looking for any signs of demons, ghosts, or any thing unnatural. ok?" Sam looked like he knew like what he was doing, and he was.

"Dude! I am a hunter, too, you know! You and Dean are not the only hunters." I was pissed that neither of these boys trusted what I could do.

"Right, sorry. I just don't usually work with girls."

"Oh, so you're saying girls....." I was cut by an apologetic Sam.

"No, no, no. Sorry, I meant other people. I really only have worked with two other people, ever." Sam put his head down in shame, then turned and stepped inside the house.

"Ya right, you meant other people." I mumbled quietly to myself. I then followed Sam into the house.

I almost immediately smelled sulfur. A sure sign of demons.

"Sam? Do you smell that?"

"Ya, sulfur. I'll take a look at the bedrooms. You check the kitchen and living room, too." Sam headed in his direction and I in mine. I looked for any signs of struggle or break-in. I pulled out the files to see what they marked this case. A natural death or a suicide... this one was suicide. I didn't find any damage to the room other than a pushed out chair, but I still smelled sulfur.

"Hey, Rachel, come here." Sam voice cam from one of the back rooms. I followed his voice down the hallway to the door with cation tape caked on it. It had been ripped through by Sam, so I just stepped in.

"What is i...... oh" There hanging from ceiling fan, was a noose and a body. I would have guessed the forensic scientists would have already taken the body away. Man! This thing stinks.

"Gross."

"Ya, well I found no signs of struggle and I would guess why the police would think this was a suicide. I looked at the file and it said that they found pills on the floor next to the bed."

"This is a smart demon. It doesn't want us to find it." This was just great. If the demon knew about our intentions with it, it would be really hard to find.

"Look at all sulfur too." Sam walked to the windowsill and brushed it with his finger. His finger left a deep line in the smelly dust.

"Well, we best be outta here and back to Dean before he gets too impatient." I didn't want to get thrown in the trunk again.

"Alright, let's go."