𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 > 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 {𝟏}

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He nodded, and then Sam continued, "And the other, a Christina Flannigan--"

"That was two days ago." The knocking on his office door interrupted his thoughts, showing his secretary pointing at her watch. The sheriff looked at them one more time, "Sorry, guys, time's up. We're done here."

The boys tried to stop him while Karina was covering her mouth from grinning, particularly the mustache. Sam stopped him first, "One last question."

And then it was Dean, "What about the cattle?"

The sheriff looked at Dean, confused. "Excuse me?"

"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained--over a dozen cases."

"What about them?"

Sam asked, "So you don't think there's a connection?"

"Connection with...?"

"First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kind of sounds like ritual stuff."

Dean inferred, "You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff."

The sheriff laughed and pointed a finger at them, seeing that all of them weren't laughing along with him. He stopped laughing and looked at them with a serious expression.

"You're not kidding."

Karina shook her head and moved her hand from her mouth. Since she got all the laughter in. "Nope."

"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?"

"How?"

"Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it the sun within 48 hrs, the bloat will split it open so clean; it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But hey, it could be Satan.'

Sheriff looked at them with a harsh tone, "What did you say you work for?"

Dean cleared his throat and hesitated for a moment. "World Weekly News..."

Karina corrected him, "Weekly World News."

"World--"

Sam then corrected him more, "Weekly World--"

Dean awkwardly smiled at him, "Weekly... I'm new."

The sheriff looked at all of them with a tired expression in his eyes. "Get out of my office."

The trio was happy until Karina was laughing softly to herself.

When they all arrived at the next destination to Candler County Hospital, their clothes still remained minus the white lab coats they were all wearing and Karina had her hair pulled up in a ponytail.

They all walked into the room, seeing an employee working in the morgue room. More like an intern. Dean noticed his name badge labeled as J. Manners. He was pausing, thinking of a name that started with a J. So he went on with his incident, "John."

The man corrected Dean, "Jeff."

Dean walked to Jeff as he awkwardly chuckled, "Jeff. I know that. Dr. Dorkin needs to see you in his office right away."

"But Dr. Dorkin's on vacation."

"Well, he's back. And he's pissed, and he's screaming for you, man, so if I were you I would..."

The intern's eyes were in a panic, and he walked out of the room with no hesitation. "Okay."

"Okay."

Sam shut the door after Jeff, leaving the trio in the morgue room by themselves as planned. Dean asked one of them by the door, "Hey, those Satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?"