Best Friends

Gods, goddesses, aliens

A/N: I usually have a song for my chapters, but I didn't so here is a picture of the symbol on the deader guy. I should really create a playlist. Ah, later.

November 14th 2016

  Sam pulled out his phone and took a pic of the body and the symbol. He could look it up as soon as they booked a motel. Dean cleared his throat, "So um.. who found the body? And what was the cause of death?"

  The coroner smiled, "Great questions. The body was found by a pregnant woman as she made her way to work. She was walking down the usual alley and boom- this guy was right there behind a dumpster. He had only been dead for ten hours when she found him."

  "Who is the prego?" Dean asked.

  "Excuse my partner. Apparently his manners left with breakfast. Do you know who the woman is? And where we might find her?" Sam sent Dean a glare and Dean sent back an exhausted look.

  "I am not familiar with anyone here. You have to ask the sheriff. She knows about the crime scene, I only know about the deader guy." The coroner pointed to the sheet that was covering the poor dead guy. 

  "Thank you for your time, Sir." Sam reached the shake the coroner's hand, but decided a fist bump would prevent germs. They walked out of the morgue.  Heading straight towards the Sheriff's office which wasn't that far.

  "Dude, I don't know about you. But that was gross," Dean shook his head like a dog and make a puking noise.

  Sam rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. "I think you should be more concerned about what was on his neck."

  "Or in his neck"

  "Are you serious? I noticed the fucking foot, did you notice the symbol while you were gagging? I am more surprised that you still have a gag reflex." Sam smirked. 

  Dean's face turned red and he punched Sam, "Dick."

  "Yea, that's what you've been having."

  "At least I didn't try to have sex with my brother in the room"

  "How waS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU WERE THERE?" Sam gave Dean his bitchiest bitch face.

   "Excuse me, gentlemen. May I help you?" Sam and Dean turned towards a small, plump, black woman. Her face was equally plump and she looked to be in her early 40's. She smiled impatiently at the boys and tapped her foot.

  Sam nodded his head, "Um yes. Would you kindly tell us where we can find the sheriff?" Both Dean and his face were burning hot red in embarrassment.

  "That would be me, Sheriff Faye. Now who are you?" The sheriff put her hands on her hip and pursed her lips together, looking up at Sam and Dean.

   Sam extended his hand for a handshake, "Hello, I am Agent Greyson. This is fellow Agent Wayne." Dean waved his hand at the tiny woman.

  "Greyson and Wayne as in the characters from Batman?" The sheriff squinted at the two boys. "Boys, y'all don't look like some agents. Especially with Mr. Rapunzel hair." Dean let out laugh, "Aye, you aren't any better, Mr Punzie Eyes. Both of you in my office right this instance."

  Sam and Dean felt embarassed as they followed the sheriff into the her office.  They sat in the tiny chairs that were infront of the tiny desk. The sheriff closed her door and shut the blinds. She moved around the office and sat down in her chair, glaring up at them.

  "One, explain what you hunters on doing here and two, I need real names. Now."

  Sam shifted in his seat and looked at -Dean who was equally fearful of this tiny lady. "Ma'am-"