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Forty Three

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I grimaced down at the body bag in front of me as the coroner unzipped it revealing the body. "Agent Tyler, Agent Perry, meet Frank O'brien."

Dean and I had headed down to work this potential case, all young men having heart attacks, whilst Sam stayed with Bobby to try pull up more research on angels and the seals that Lilith was trying to break.

"He died of a heart attack?" I asked as I side stepped to look at the body. The coroner nodded. "Three days ago."

I pressed my lips together. "But he was 44 years old and according to this." I pointed at a chart beside his body. "He was a marathon runner."

The coroner just shrugged. "Everyone drops dead sooner or later. It's why I got job security." He spoke with an assy tone, one that Dean definitely didn't like.

"Yeah, but Frank kicked it here. Now, just yesterday, two perfectly healthy men bit it in Maumee. All heart attacks, you don't think that's strange?" He moved over so that he was head on with the guy, who just swallowed nervously. "Why's the FBI give a damn anyway?"

I rolled my eyes. "We want to see the results of his autopsy."

The corner just looked at me strangely. "What autopsy?"

Dean patted him on the shoulder. "The one you're going to do."

The coroner sighed as Dean and I stared him down. "What? Right now?"

We continued to stare him out until he nodded and begrudgingly moved the body onto a table and prepared himself for an autopsy.

I stood beside Dean, we'd been given a gown and gloves to wear whilst we watched. I'd never personally seen an autopsy before, and maybe it would've freaked me out a couple of years ago but after seeing your boyfriend ripped to shreds, nothing quite affected me
anymore. The coroner cut straight through the middle of his chest before looking over at Dean and I, both of our faces unphased. "Not your first dead body?"

I raised my eyebrow at him and he nodded before asking me to hand him some rib cutters, as I handed them over, my eyes caught onto some scratches on his arm, particularly the inside of his elbow.

"Is that from a wedding ring? I didn't think Frank was married?" Dean pointed at a tanned ring mark on the guys finger.

"Ain't my department."

I screwed my nose up at him, he was awfully rude. "What about these?" I lifted the arm up to show him the scratches that I had found. "This in your department?" I asked with a hint of annoyance in my voice but the coroner just scoffed and shrugged.

"You know what? When you drop dead, you actually tend to drop. Body probably got scraped up when it hit the ground. Huh!" He frowned as he finished his sentence, looking down at the inside of the man's chest with a perplexed expression. "I can't find any blockages of the major arteries." He reached into the chest and pulled the heart out, I held back a laugh as Dean tried not to vomit at the sight. "Heart looks pretty healthy to me, hold this for me a second." He plopped the heart into Deans hand and I grinned at the disturbed expression on his face. My smile was quickly replaced with a vomit inducing splatter of liquid on my face as he cut into another part of the body. "Oh sorry- spleen juice." I clenched my jaw and did my best to wipe away the liquid as it became Dean's turn to laugh.

We finished up at the coroners and I scrubbed my face in the bathroom before we got into the car to head over to the sheriff's office.

"I cannot wait to shower later." I groaned as I checked myself out in a compact mirror, Dean chuckled and reached out to open the door to the building for me. I sighed and snapped my mirror closed, shoving it into my pocket before we took a seat to wait for the sheriff. After a couple of minutes, a man in a sheriff's uniform came out and had a small debate with the deputy at the desk over making us wait before calling us to follow him to his office.