The black Impala slowly pulled to a stop outside of the Grant County Sheriff's Department. The Winchester brothers exited the vehicle clad in their FBI attire. Lexi climbed out of the backseat and adjusted the black jacket of her suit, then followed behind the two men towards the front doors of the building.

Before they reached the doors, a man about Dean's height walked out of the front doors, dressed in a suit and tie similar to the brothers. The man looked up as he exited the building and saw the three people walking towards him and he did a double take at the girl walking towards him.

"Lexi," he called to the girl then smiled when she looked up and recognized him.

The brothers looked from the strange man back at Lexi, who smiled warmly and walked in between them to greet the man.

"Matt," she said cheerfully as the man bent down to hug her and picked her up off the ground.

The brothers shared a curious glance between each other.

"What are you doing here?" Lexi questioned as he sat her back down on the pavement.

"I imagine the same reason you are," he responded, running a hand through his short black hair, "Person gets their heart ripped from their chest, usually means werewolf."

"That's what I was thinking."

"You look great kid," Matt said with a flirtatious smile.

Dean cleared his throat to get both of their attention.

"Oh," Lexi said sheepishly, "I'm sorry, Matt, this is Sam and Dean…"

"Winchester," he interrupted her before she could finish, his tone was slightly annoyed, "You're running around with the Winchesters?"

"I'm sorry have we met?" Dean questioned the man.

"No, but I've heard of you, what hunter hasn't?" he replied, "Everyone knows you stick around the Winchesters long enough, you end up dead."

"Whoa," Dean interjected, "Look buddy, I don't know who you are, but…"

"Matt," Lexi said as if she was getting on to a child, "Dean, That's enough. Unless you two want to flop them out and measure right here, I suggest we get to the point at hand. Dead person, missing their heart."

The men all looked a little uncomfortable at Lexi's reference.

"Did you get any leads from the Sheriff?" she questioned Matt.

He nodded his head, then smiled at her, "Yea, a few, what do you say we talk about it over some lunch?"

"That would be great," she grinned back, then nodded her head over at the brothers, "But they're coming too."

Lexi climbed back into the backseat of the Impala as Dean slammed the driver's door shut and waited for Sam to slide in before he started the ignition.

"Well, he seems like a bag full of dicks," the older brother stated as he pulled the Impala out behind the Chevrolet pickup Matt had climbed into.

"He wasn't the last time I saw him," she responded as she pulled her jacket off and tossed it in the seat beside her.

"When was that?"

"Wendigo hunt about a year ago," she replied, then smiled at the memory, "We had fun."

"Ugh," Dean gave a disgusted face.

Sam turned a little in the passenger seat to look at his friend in the back, "Wait, I thought you have a "no hunters" policy."

She smiled innocently back at the brother, "I haven't always had that policy."

The waitress finished putting everyone's food in front of them. The four hunters sat at a bar height round table.

"Can I get you anything else?" the blonde said sweetly, smiling at the older brother.

"We're good," he gave a flirty smile back, "Thanks."

All three men watched as she walked away, after all, her shorts were skin tight and about an inch too short. Lexi just shook her head, it's perfectly fine for men to objectify women, but not so much so for a woman, whatever.

"So," Lexi began as she grabbed the bottle of ketchup from the table and started to put some on her plate, "What'd you find out at the Sheriff's office?"

"Victim's name was Melanie Stouder," Matt replied as Lexi passed the ketchup off to the older Winchester, "She was dancer down at The Palomino Club."

"Dancer?" Sam questioned.

"Well, stripper actually," the hunter replied.

"Dibbs," Dean said around a mouthful of burger.

Sam gave his brother a disapproving glare.

"They found her body in the kitchen of her house, all the doors were locked, alarm was set," Matt continued, then took a bite of his burger, "The body didn't have any other markings, it just looked like someone shoved their hand in and ripped her heart right out."

"Alright," Lexi began looking at Sam, "Once we finish here, you and Dean go talk to the strippers, we'll go check out her house."

"Still bossy I see," Matt stated before he shoved a french fry in his mouth.

"You have no idea," the older brother said under his breath, then took another bite of his burger.

"So," Matt said as he climber out of his pickup truck, "want to tell me what you're doing with the Winchesters?"

Lexi closed the passenger door and began to follow the dark haired man up the sidewalk to the little blue house, "They've helped me out on a couple cases. We just finished up a case when we heard about this victim, so I tagged along. I love a good werewolf hunt."

Matt crouched down in front of the door and began picking the lock as Lexi kept a look out.

"Well, you need to watch your ass," he began as he stood back up and pushed the door open for her, "In more ways than one."

The girl narrowed her eyes at him as she brushed past him into the house, "My ass is my business. Thanks for the concern though Matty."

Matt followed her into the house and closed the door behind them, "I'm just saying Lexi, you know every hunter that's ever associated with the Winchesters has bit the dust."

Lexi shook her head to herself as she stared at the large blood stain on the white tile floor of the kitchen, "Please, just drop it Matt."

The blue eyed man nodded his head in agreement as he started shuffling through the mail on the counter.

"No signs of a struggle," the girl stated as she looked around the kitchen, "aside from the blood stain, this place is spotless."

She looked down at the open garbage can which sat at the end of the bar, lying on top of an empty cookie bag was a half-eaten pomegranate.

"I'll check out her bedroom," Matt said as he headed off down the hall.

Lexi pulled out her phone and pulled up her text messages and began typing a new message to Sam who she had listed in her contacts as Sammy:

Hope you're having better luck than me, house is a bust.

She waited for a moment, then her phone 'dinged' and she pulled up the message he had sent.

Got a lead, trying to drag Dean out of here. He's in stripper heaven.

She smiled at the message and replied.

He's your brother ;)

Her phoned 'dinged' again before she had a chance to put it back in her pocket.

Still waiting on a DNA test :)

She smiled and shook her head as she slipped her phone into her back pocket.

"I got nothing," the dark haired man said as he emerged from the hallway.

"Sam said they have something," she replied.

"Dammit," Matt said with a jilted look on his face, "I knew I should have chosen the strippers."

Matt parked his blue Silverado beside the black Impala, where Dean was leaning against the front bumper.

"You still have a horrible taste in motels," Lexi said as she looked at the rundown building in front of them.

"It's cheap," he responded as he opened the driver's door, "hunting doesn't pay well, you should know that."

Lexi climbed out of the passenger side and walked around to the front of the truck, "You can always find ways to earn a little extra cash, so you can splurge once in a while on a soft place to lay your head."

Matt looked from Dean, who had keyed in on their conversation then back to the girl, "Well, not all of us want to hit up local karaoke competitions to earn a few hundred bucks."

"What…" she began to question innocently.

"Karaoke?" Dean looked at her curiously.

"If I remember correct," Matt began, "You won like three hundred bucks that night, singing REO Speedwagon was it?"

Lexi pointed a finger at the black haired hunter in defense, "It was four hundred and Journey thank you very much."

Dean smirked at this knew found knowledge of his friend as his brother walks up to the conversation, "Wow, so you're like the queen of karaoke?"

"What?" the taller man asks looking to his brother, then Lexi, "Karaoke?"

Lexi crossed her arms over her chest and changed the subject, "Strippers? What did they know?"

"Turns out," Sam began, "Melanie was the star of the joint."

"So, the most popular of the strippers is the one who ends up with her heart ripped out," the girl said, "Anything else?"

"Well, according to one of the girls," Dean stated, "Melanie, stage name Vixen, was hooking up with this girl named Candy's boyfriend."

"A stripper named Candy, how original?" Lexi rolled her eyes.

"Think maybe Candy is behind what happened to Melanie?" Matt questioned.

"If she is, she's not a werewolf," Sam stated, "all the girls we talked to passed the silver test."

Lexi had noticed the vending machine on the wall in front of them and had walked over to take a peek inside, her favorite chocolate bar peered back at her.

"Well, I can go stakeout the Candy girl's place," Matt began, "She might recognize you two from earlier."

"Good idea," Dean said, "We'll hit the books, see what else we can find out."

"Anyone have any singles?" Lexi questioned as she turned back from the vending machine. She cast a smirk in the direction of the oldest brother, "Besides you Dean, I know you don't."

The green eyed man grinned innocently as his brother pulled a couple dollars from his pants pocket and passed them over to Lexi, who turned back to the machine.

Matt looked from the brothers over to the girl, "Lexi, do you want to tag along?"

"Sure," she responded, taking a bite of her chocolate bar.

"Here," Sam dug in his jacket pocket and passed Lexi a motel room key, "I went ahead and got you a room too."

Lexi smiled appreciatively and patted his arm, "You're the best."