Family Remains

"Bitch"

"How did the second victim die again?" I asked the coroner.

Dr. Packstin grabbed a clipboard from the feet of the second victims metal slab. Flipping through a couple pages the light haired male looked at me.

"She fell down a flight of stairs, breaking multiple limbs, including her neck," Dr. Packstin told me.

"Is there any MO that connects them?" Sam asked.

"Well," The Doctor started. "I did notice a couple things."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like, at each crime scene a little pinkish white flower was found and-"

"Can I see the flower?" I interrupted.

He looked slightly irritated with me for interrupting, but I had a very valid reason. Though, he won't know that, but yeah. With an irritated sigh, Doc went over to his desk and grabbed one of the evidence bags that sat atop it.

Handing it to me, I observed it.

"What is it?" Dean whispered in my ear.

"I found a flower exactly like this in the woman's bathroom at Jubilee yesterday," I explained quietly.

"Think it means anything?" He asked.

"Well, it was at all of the crime scenes," I said.

"Do you know what type of flower this is?" I asked Dr. Packstin.

"No, I was about to bring all the evidence to Forensics, but you guys interrupted me," He said, sounding short tempered.

Narrowing my eyes at him, I gave him back the flower in the little evidence baggy.

"Find anything else?" Sam asked.

"Yes," Doctor said. "A single finger print was burned into their flesh."

"A finger print?" I asked.

"Burned into their flesh?" Dean finished.

"Doc, how is that possible?" Sammy questioned.

"I don't know," The Doc snapped. "I'm a Pathologist and nothing more."

With that he walked out of the room with a huff.

"Jerk," I mumbled.

"Bitch," Dean muttered.

I looked over at him with a surprised look.

"Sorry, it's like a natural reaction when I hear it," He explained, cheeks turning slightly pink.

Shaking my head, I went over to Victim One and searched for the burned imprint of the finger print. Finding it on her arm, I examined it closely. Doing the same with the next four victims, I found that the prints matched.

"This is so odd," I mumbled to myself.

"I don't think this is a spirit anymore," Dean said.

"Why would you think it was a spirit?" Sam asked him. "There was no EMF reading."

Dean shrugged.

"This is something a spirit would do so I assumed it was one," Dean said, looking at one of the finger prints.

"Don't assume," I tutted.

"It makes an ass our of you and me," Sam finished with a grin. "Well not me personally cause I didn't think it was a spirit."

"Or me," I added. "So that makes you the only ass."

I grinned when he punched Sammy in the arm.

"Dude!" Sam exclaimed.

"What?" Dean asked innocently. "Not only is she still a girl, she's also my girlfriend now, I definitely can't hit her."

Sam just shook his head and scoffed quietly.

"I think we're done here," I spoke up.

"Lets go then," Dean said.

We left the Morgue and went back upstairs and out the front door.

"Time for research?" I asked.

"Time for research," Dean confirmed.

Driving to the hotel, I thought about what might be doing this. Nothing came to mind though. For everything I've ever come across in either real life or in books, I couldn't pinpoint what might be causing all the ruckus.

At the hotel, we pulled out books and started reading. I stole Sammy's laptop and decided to try and find the flower that's been found. Ten minutes later I found it.

"It's called a Wood Anemone," I said.

The guys both jumped from the suddenness of my voice since we had been sitting in silence close to twenty minutes.

"What is?" Dean asked, getting up and stretching.

I couldn't help but watch as his muscles rippled under his tight black T-shirt that he chose to wore. Snapping out of it before he noticed I was checking him out, I looked back down at the laptop screen.

"Yes, the flower that's been at all the crime scenes and the one I found in the bathroom," I said looking down at the flower I found.

I had pulled it once I decided to try and find it. It was just sitting on the table, not even browning from lack of water.

"Wood Anemone's are more native to Europe unless you specifically grow them. It's name has the origin of Greece and they grow in large groups," I explained.

"So maybe something from Europe," Sam tried.

"Maybe something more specific like Greece," Dean added.

"I'll look at the Greek mythology involving the flower," I said, already typing away at the laptop.

"We''ll look at Europe in general," Sam said grabbing a different book.

Dean sat back down, also grabbing another book and started to flip through it.

We spent the next two hours getting up and down to stretch, grab another drink, grab another book, or just to move. Finally, I found something.

"Aphrodite," Stated.

A/N: Sorry its so short but I'm curious: Tell me in the comment who you think is the killer. You can choose anyone you think is right!