We stopped at a bridge. A man leans over the railing, looking at two other men in wetsuits in the river.

"You guys find anything yet?"

"No, nothing!"

Another man sighs.

"No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It's almost too clean." Haha, you ignorant humans.

We walked into the crime scene like we belonged here. I'd taken off my helmet and now my short hair was showing: crimson at the top, deep dark blue at the tips and bottom. I'd clipped it into a pixie cut a short while ago, and it was so voluminous and it fluffed up in any situation. With my zipped-up high-cut leather jacked, tight black shirt, black shorts and lace tights, I didn't really look federal-ish, but oh well, I've grabbed a badge, ID and creditcard that said I was a marshal, so I had to go with it and they had to believe it.

"So, this kid Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he?" Interesting, Troy had a girlfriend. I made a mental note to check on all of the previous victims for girlfriends and female relatives.

"Yeah."

"How's Amy doing?"

"She's putting up missing posters downtown." Like that's going to help...

"You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" Dean walked up to the men.

"And who are you?" "Federal Marshals." He flashed his badge. I walked up and showed my fake one too.

"You three are a little young for marshals, aren't you?" Dean laughed; I smiled. This kind of stuff is something you've just gotta deal with when you hunt.

"Thanks. That's awfully kind of you."

Dean walked over to the car and started routine questions.

"You did have another one just like this, correct?"

"Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that.

"So, this victim, you knew him?" Sam jumped in.

The man nodded. "Town like this, everybody knows everybody."

"Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?" I asked, circling the car.

"No. Not so far as we can tell."

"So then what's the theory?" I made sure to put a slight frown on my face: it usually gave off a professional vibe.

"Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?"

"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Sam and I simultaneously stomped on Dean's foot from both sides.

"Thank you for your time, gentlemen." I gave them a nod of thanks as Sam and Dean walked away to the car, and walked over to the boys and my baby, putting on my biker's gloves as I walked along. Once the policemen had turned around, Dean slapped Sam up the head.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Why'd you have to step on my foot?

"Why do you have to talk to the police like that?" Dean moved in front of Sam, blocking his path and forcing him to stop walking.

"Come on, they don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find Dad we've gotta get to the bottom of this thing ourselves."

I cleared my throat, indicating them to look in my direction: the sheriff stood there with the two FBI agents Liv warned me about. My girlfriend's sister, she worked for the FBI. She's mine and Grace's spie to check whether or not the feds were getting involved.

"Can I help you youngsters?"

"No sir, we were just leaving. Agent Mulder, agent Scully." Dean nodded to each of the agents as he walked past. I flashed them my best apologetic/respective smile.