"Well that was a total bust," Madisen commented, as she and Hudson walked out of the station.

"Well, we tried," Hudson replied.

"True. But I feel like we missed something," she said, starting to walk towards her truck.

Hudson shrugged, "Maybe."

"Hey you need a ride?" She asked, as she climbed in. She had just remembered that his partner had the Impala. She thought that Hudson may not want to walk so far to the hotel. The nearest one is ten minutes away. By car.

"Uh sure. Thanks," Hudson said, as he climbed into the passenger seat.

"Where you staying?" She asked.

"The same hotel you are staying at," came his reply.

No wonder they found her. But how did they know her hotel number? The clerk at the front desk. Her thoughts went in many directions as they pulled into the hotel parking lot. She turned off the engine and got out as Hudson did. The two bid each other goodbye and went into their seperate rooms.

Madisen sat on her bed and looked at the clock, 6:14 PM it read. She and Agent Hudson had been in the morgue for almost two and a half hours and found nothing. Yeah, that surely brings up spirits. Sighing, she got up and went to the bathroom. She took a shower to wash off the feeling of the dead people. The feeling was always there after she examined bodies. Madisen got out and did all the rest of the necessities.

Walking into the living room she noticed that it was almost eight. She layed down onto the bed and pulled the covers over herself. The conversation she had had with Agent Hudson earlier came back to her. Which also brought back her questions. How did they find out her hotel room? How did they know what she drove? How were they able to identify it as hers? She was sure there were many trucks like hers. And what were the odds that the only other two agents in town would stay at the same hotel as her? Did they even know it was a fake badge?

All of these questions buzzed around in her mind. But two questions stuck out that she couldn't get rid of: 'Were they hunters?' and 'Did they know what I am?' Madisen suddenly felt worried, as she had not encountered a hunter in a long time. The last time she did was when a man name John found her, and almost killed her. Obviously she got away but she was left with a scar where John had cut her. She never saw him again and she was immensely happy because of it.

She felt the scar on her arm and traced it from her elbow to her shoulder. It was the one that the hunter gave her. One hell of a reminder huh? She pulled the covers closer around her at the thought of those agents and their friend being hunters. She closed her eyes and tried to get as much sleep as she could with these new thoughts plaguing her mind.

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Madisen woke up the next morning with a headache. She shook her head and walked to the bathroom. Today was when she was supposed to the Sunset Fields Retirement home. All of the places where the "Black Hole" robbed, each place had something that belonged to someone at the retirement home, or their children did. So there has to be some type of thing living in that place.

She exited the bathroom and dressed herself in a black suit with black high heels. High heels weren't her favorite type of shoe, in fact she hated them with a passion, but she had a job to do and she was going to see it through. Grabbing her keys she headed out and to the retirement home. Just as she got there she noticed a black Impala pull in next to her. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. What were they doing here? Surely they wouldn't of have picked up on all of this so quickly.

"What are you doing here agents?" Madisen questioned.

"Same as you," replied Skully.

"Right well, you guys can can leave. I've got it from here," she said.

"You can leave," said a voice.

Madisen whipped her head around and saw the man who his friends referred to him as Cas. "Why's that?" She asked.

"We can handle it from here."

"Alright fine. But when you find nothing tell me and I'll do the job right."

Agents Hudson and Skully watched the angel and skinwalker with slight nervousness. She sensed something about this person, Cas. Something was different about him. And he knew the same about her, but it wasn't a suspicion. Madisen took in a deep breath and caught the sent other than one of a human. Angel. The last time she had met one of those was when she bumped into a half angel woman. She worked at a diner as a waitress.

"We'll tell you everything we could find. You can come back later and see if you could find anything we missed," Agent Hudson said after a moment.

Madisen nodded, agreeing to the terms and got back into her truck as the two agents and new found angel went into the retirement home. If an angel was hanging out with two men then either they were really unperceptive, or they were hunters. She shivered at the thought of them being the latter.

What if they finally found her with the help of the angel? Did Cas tell them what she was and they came to kill her? All of these questions were starting to make her headache worse than it already was and her mind screamed at her to leave, leave and never return. Just turn tail and disappear again. Suddenly she saw both of the agents being escorted out of the home by security. What the hell did they do? They were only in there a few minutes! Both agents walked over to the Impala as Madisen got back out of the truck.

"Things didn't go as planned did they?" She snarked, a small smirk on her face.

"You could say that," Hudson replied.

"Hey where's your partner in the trenchcoat? He didn't come out with you."

"He decided to stay behind and see if he could find anything else."

"Do I get to go check things out or what?"

"I guess."

She nodded at the agents. She still wasn't sure if they were hunters or not and she needed to make sure. The two nodded back at Madisen and drove off. She entered the retirement home and saw the angel observing an orange fluffy cat on the table.

"Why did you decide to stay even after your FBI friends left?" She questioned, as she walked up to him.

The angel turned to the woman, "I wanted to see if there was anything we missed." She nodded and stood there quietly. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

"The better question is," she said, "what is an angel doing with two FBI agents?"

"What is a skinwalker doing in a city like this?"

"I find that term racist, and I'm sure you said that wrong."

"Said what wrong?"

"Don't you ever watch movies?"

Cas started to say something but stopped as an elderly went past the two. "I am helping two hunters on a case," he admitted.

"I was already on this case angel," she hissed. "Did they come here to kill me?"

"No."

"Who are these hunters?"

The angel stood there for a moment then answered, "All I can tell you is that their names are Sam and Dean."

"Sam and Dean? Why is that familiar? Sam and Dean who?" She demanded.

"That is all I can tell you," the angel said, before he put two fingers on her forehead and suddenly she was back in her hotel room.

"Damn angels," she muttered. Sam and Dean. Time for her to call up some old friends.