I sighed " Look, truth is --"

Dean "We don't want to leave the bunker empty. In case, uh, Mom or... some of the other Hunters call and need help, so... And this place is long overdue for a restock. So, uh, your mission, should you choose to accept -- made you a list."

He handed Jack a list. 

Jack asked confused " My mission is shopping?  Beer, TP, eggs... beer again."

I asked confused " Twice?"

Dean nodded " Yeah."

Jack nodded "I'll do it."

Dean nodded "Great! We'll be in touch."



Polk City, IA. At the Sheriff's station. 

Sheriff Romero " I'm sorry. I just don't really see how this is an FBI thing."

Dean "Wildlife preserve is government property. We're the government."

Romero " Yeah, well, it is a large piece of land -- coyotes, rough terrain. We try to limit hikers to the trails, but some of them don't listen."

i nodded "Okay, but the girl who died, she wasn't a hiker."

Dean "Do you know what happened to her?"

Romero "Like I said, coyotes."

Me "You know, do you mind if we take a look at the body?"

Romero "Do I have a choice?"

Dean " Not really."


At the morgue. 

I pulled the drawer out. 

Suddenly Dean jumped back as her arm flopped off the table, hitting Dean. 

Dean "Whoa! Mo--"

I asked him amused "Seriously? How long you been doing this?"

Dean " Well, got catlike reflexes, okay? What can I say?"

I shook my head, rolling my eyes. 

Then i pulled the cover off of the body. 

There were very long and deep scratches on her neck and arm.

Dean " Said a coyote did this?"

I shook my head " Not even close."

Dean " Mnh-mnh."

Me " Look at the skin around the bite. It looks...burnt."

Dean "So, what the hell can do that?"


Night.  inside the Sheriff's Office

I was doing the online research while Dean was looking through the file. 

Me "Kohonta."

Dean " bless you, baby."

I shot him a look " No, not -- Kohonta. It's a -- It's a local Native American legend. I can't find much about it, but they're sort of... twisted monsters that roam the woods "driven to consume sweet mortal flesh.""

Dean " You think this is our Hot Lips?"

I nodded "Could be. I mean, according to the lore, Kohonta get so starving, they spit up stomach acid. Kinda like you when you are craving pie"

Dean shot me an annoyed look "mhmm"

Me"Yeah. If that is our monster, it's old... and... hungry."

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