It was a pitch black night as Josie drove her 1969 Dodge Charger down the long, seemingly endless highways. She had heard of a case in which three young women were mysteriously murdered. Josie wanted to take a closer look and drove off immediately. She stopped at a truck stop to refuel. While she waited, she caught a radio transmission that another body was found. The huntress quickly changed her outfit in the bathroom and drove to the nearby crime scene. There she parked next to a black Chevrolet Impala, which she eyed in awe as she passed. She went up to a cop resolutely and held her FBI-ID in front of his face.
"Agent Hamilton, FBI", she said coolly and looked past the man, to the covered body.
"Your colleagues are already here", the cop replied, lifting the tape so Josie could walk through.
"Colleagues?", she repeated, barely audible, and recognized two Feds in the distance.
The brunette moved on reluctantly. If she were caught by two real FBI Agents, she would have literally a murderous problem.
"Agents, nice to meet you", she greeted the men politely and acted confidently.
The men glanced at each other unsettled and shook hands with Josie.
"Agent Angus and this is my partner Agent Young", the taller one introduced himself and looked at the woman, "And you are?"
"Agent Hamilton", Josie replied tersely, "What are we dealing with here?"
Something struck her as weird. On the one hand the names made her think of AC/DC, and on the other the two men seemed familiar to her.
"It looks like a serial killer who likes sacrificial rituals, because all women are missing their hearts", explained the dark-blonde guy and briefly lifted the white shroud for Josie.
The huntress played it off, but in her head she was already rummaging through a database of which monster would fit, possibly a werewolf. After the three consulted, the men let Josie go first.
"Sam? Either this FBI chick is not from the FBI, or she is very naive", Dean whispered and looked after Josie.
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"Or she's going to the car and will run our names", Sam worried, while Dean gave him a shocked face.
So he quickly caught up with Josie and accompanied her to the Charger.
"You have a very nice car, ma'am", praised Dean to distract her.
"Thank you, he's my baby", she enthused proudly and watched Sam walk to the passenger door of the Chevy, "I assume the Impala is yours?"
"Oh, so you know your way around cars", Dean marveled and put on a charming smile.
"My father once had a workshop, I grew up in, on and under cars", she said and tried to get rid of Dean, because not Sam was not the only one who was worried that they could blow eachother up.
