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He was frustrated. It was one of those cases, those damn cases, where nothing was making any sense and he was done with it! Calling Bobby was a failure seeing as he hadn't even heard of anything that killed this rapidly and with such a random pattern. Dean had given him all the facts, everything him and Sam knew up till this point, and he had pretty plainly told them they were on their own.

Sam was researching non stop and had also been feeling more then a little annoyed with a whole lot of nothing showing up. He eyed his brother from his laptop, one hand in his hair.

"Dean will you slow down for a second, pacing around the room like that is just making me more anxious." He sighed and leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. "What could we be missing?"

Dean stopped at Sam's request but sent him a nasty little look, clearly showing it wasn't because Sam asked but more because he reminded him that he was going to stop anyway. He circled around and sat on the bed, squinting and raising his chin, trying to read the words on the screen.

"Well maybe if you found something useful that might be a start. You keep digging up old stories and hearsay, those aren't facts Sammy. We need solid evidence, not some rumor mumbo jumbo."

Sam turned in his chair to look at Dean, an incredulous expression on his face. "Dean, we live off of this mumbo jumbo. Not sure if you remember, but we hunt boogie monsters and ghosts. The legends of a town are probably the best thing we have to go off of. What's the matter with you lately anyway?"

Dean scoffed. "What's the matter with me? You're the one that picked this one, I really think you should take the blame for all the bullshit we've gone through so far. Actually, I really think you should apologize to me." At that he crossed his arms over his chest and settled a gaze of expectancy upon his obviously irate brother.

"You're kidding, right?" Sam waited for just a split second in case Dean was about to flash one of his mischievous grins and throw in a 'I had you going there' but nothing was forthcoming. Sam set his jaw and tried to slow his heart rate. He finally tore his gaze from his infuriating brother and began typing again.

"I have a lead, a woman, she's been on the blogs for the monster they think is living here." Sam visibly tensed, waiting for Dean to have some smart ass comment that would push him over the line, but continued quickly. "Her husband was one of the first victims of the latest string of murders."

Dean stood up and grabbed his jacket, "Alright, finally, it only took two days Sammy. If you try even a little bit less you might be able to hit the world record for most useless." At that he was out the door, Sam not but two raging steps behind him.