habits, supernatural [ 1 ]

058. amazons

"No. Um, we're gonna need an expert." Sam says.

"Expert? Our expert's dead." Dean says.

They show their FBI badges to an officer who lets them pass and they go into the apartment. They walk into the victim's apartment, seeing the blood splattered room.

"Well, nice decor. Very early slaughterhouse." Dean comments.

"Guys, this is Charlene Penn. She's the lead on the case." The forensics guy says.

"More of the same. Uh, no forced entry. Thrown across the room. Made to suffer. Both hands and feet cut off." Charlene says.

"Same symbol on the chest." Sam notes.

"Mm. Whoever the killer is, the guy's a monster." The forensics guy says.

"Excuse me." Charlene walks away.

"This guy's just like the last one. Early 30s, decent looking?"

"Yeah. Just like the first three, you know? Fairly successful, no known enemies." He says. "Here." The guy and Dean walk to the kitchen. Sam and Larissa see the officer standing at the door talking to a guy.

"Excuse me. We got it." Sam tells the officer and he walks away. "How can we help you?"

"I was just trying to find out what happened. Jerry was a friend." The guy says.

"I'm very sorry. Jerry was killed sometime last night." Sam informs. "Do you live nearby?"

"Yeah. Two doors down." He answers.

"You, uh, you know anyone who would want to harm Jerry?" Sam asks.

"No. He was the nicest guy in the world. Well, his-- his wife wasn't real happy with him."

"Why's that?"

"A few nights ago, he has a little one night fling. Ann found out, took off. But... she would never do anything like..."

"Yeah. Of course. Thanks." The neighbor leaves.

"Who was that?" Dean asks as the three leave.

"Neighbor. Said the vic's wife caught him cheating." Sam says.

"Yeah, but we're not thinking it's the wife."

"Not unless she benches 350 and did the other guys as a warm up."

"Shoot. I left Bobby's flask over at Lydia's."

"Lydia?" Sam and Larissa ask.

"My workout partner from last night. Now I've got to go get it." Dean says, taking his phone out.

"So, not only do you know her name, you're actually gonna call her?" Sam asks.

"Bite me." Dean says, the couple sharing amused looks.

"Oh, how sweet. She gave you her number." Sam smiles.

"They always give you their number." Dean says making Larissa lightly roll her eyes. Dean walks a bit away as he puts his phone to his ear.

"Lydia. Hey, it's, uh, Dean from last night." He says. "Uh, listen, I think I left something over at your place. It was an old flask. It doesn't look like much, but it has sentimental value. So, uh, have you seen it?" He asks. "You want my number?" He asks. "Oh." He lowers the phone, turning to Sam and Larissa.

"She's real busy." Dean tells them. They both smile and Sam grabs Larissa's hand and drags her out of the building. "No need to be so cutesy in front of me." He grumbles.

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"Fascinating. Truly." The professor says. "And actually, rather accomplished draftsmanship."

"Yeah, if you get past the fact that it was carved into a guy's body." Dean says.