Chapter 3

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  "So you agents are here about the pneumonia cases?" asks the medical examiner as he leads the boys into the cooler. 

"Yes sir" Dean replies, trying to keep his FBI look. 

The medical examiner looks at them strangely for a second, "don't mind me asking this but why? Agents, it is April. It has rained almost every day for the last three weeks. People are going to get sick." 

Sam speaks before Dean could let out a sarcastic remark, "we just go where we are told, now if we could view the bodies?" 

"Oh yes, okay." he says as he pulls out the body. "He is the fifth one that has come in this month dying from pneumonia." 

Sam and Dean both step closer to the body. 

"Did you find anything else wrong with the deceased?" asks Dean, studying the body. He couldn't see anything noticeably different about the guy. 

"Well no. Are you looking for anything specific?" 

They both step away from the body after finishing their brief examination. "No, it's just a question we have to ask. Thank you for your time sir. Have a great day" Sam says, nodding his head and backing towards the door. 

They walk out of the exam room and head outside. "So, how about we talk about this over lunch? I'm starving." Dean decides as he unlocks the Impala. 

"Sounds good to me" Sam says as they back out and look for the nearest hamburger joint.  

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