The Impala zoomed up a 2-lane, driven by Dean. He was in a good mood, grooving along to his music.
"Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?" Dean said
"Dean, you never told me you had another woman in your life," I teased.
"Oh, don't listen to her, baby. She doesn't understand us,"
Sam laughed "You're in a good mood,"
"Why shouldn't I be?"
"No reason,"
"Got my car, got a case, things are looking up,"
"Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine," I said sarcastically.
Dean laughed "How far to Red Lodge?"
"Uh, about another three hundred miles," Sam replied
"Good," Dean floored it.
***
In Red Lodge, a Sheriff with an impressive mustache was talking to Sam, Dean, and I, as we posed as reporters.
"The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time," The Sheriff said.
"Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?" Sam asked
"Mm-hmm,"
"Okay, and the other, a uh, Christina Flanigan,"
"That was two days ago. Is there-"
A young woman knocked on the door, pointed at her watch.
"Oh. Sorry, time's up, we're done here," The Sherriff said.
"One last question-"
"Yeah, what about the cattle?" Dean asked
"Excuse me?" The Sheriff asked
"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained...over a dozen cases," I said
"What about them?"
"So you don't think there's a connection?" Sam asked
"Connection...with...?"
"First cattle mutilations, now two murders?"
"Kinda sounds like ritual stuff," I said
"You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff?" Dean asked
The sheriff laughed "You-you're not kidding,"
"No,"
"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?"
"How?" I asked
"Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty-eight hours the bloat'll 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. What newspaper did you say you work for?"
"World Weekly News..." Dean said
"Weekly World News," Sam said
"World-"
"Weekly World-"
"Weekly..."
"He's new," I told the sheriff.
"Get out of my office," the Sheriff said.
***
Dean, Sam and I entered the morgue. The intern on duty had a name tag that read 'J. Manners.' Dean looked at it, calculating. "John,"
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