My Supernatural Life.

Yellow Fever

The next few month were great. Dean would take a few day off from hunting and visit me at Bobby's. We would watch 'Doctor. Sexy, M.D. and eat junk food. Little miss Abigail was growing, but she was a lot smaller than Charlie was at this time. I was starting to get cabin fever and I wanted to go on a hunt.

"I want to go on a hunt!" I yelled at Dean and Bobby.

"No, it's too dangerous." Bobby said.

"I am fine. I have two months to go. Nothing is going to happen. I will have you and Sammy to keep me safe." I said to Dean.

"Baby, come on. Think about Abigail." He said.

"I am, and she will be fine." I said just as Sam came into the room. "The three of you have been treating me like I'm going to break at any moment and I am done."

I stormed out of the kitchen and walked up the stairs to my room to get my messenger bag. I packed it with everything that I would need for a job. I pulled it onto my shoulder and walked downstairs.

"When are we leaving?" I asked.

"So, I guess there's no way of talking you out of this is there?" Dean asked.

"Nope." I said. "Bye Bobby. We'll call if we need anything." I said walking out to the Impala.

We drove to Rock Ridge, Colorado to investigate the deaths of three men who all had heart attacks within 3 days. We pulled into the morgue parking lot. I was wearing a gray skirt suit and the guys were in their fed suits. We walked into the office and were met by a lab tech who took us into the lab where the coroner was standing over a body bag.

"Agent Tyler, Agent Perry, Agent Whitford, meet Frank O'Brien." The coroner said.

"He died of a heart attack, right?" I asked.

"Three days ago." He said.

"But O'Brien was 44 years old and, according to this, a marathon runner." I said opening the report that the lab tech had given me.

"Everybody drops dead sooner or later." He said. "It's why I got job security."

"Yeah, but Frank kicked it here. Now, just yesterday, two perfectly healthy men bit it in Maumee." Dean explained. "All heart attacks. You don't think that's strange?"

"Well, that sounds like Maumee's problem to me." The coroner said. "Why's the FBI give a damn anyway?"

"We just want to see the results of Frank's autopsy." Dean said.

"What autopsy?" He asked.

"The one you're gonna do." I said putting on my pregnant 'don't mess with me' face.

The coroner prepared the body for the autopsy and gave us smocks and gloves. We watched as he cut into Franks chest.

"First dead body?" He asked looking at me.

"Far from it." I said coldly.

"Oh, good. Because these suckers can get pretty ripe." He said to me. "Hey, hand me those rib cutters, would you?"

I was standing next to the table where the rib cutters were so I handed them to him. He started cutting into the ribs. It was starting to make me a little queasy. I took a step back and Dean looked at me with a little concern.

"I'm fine." I said under my breath.

"Is that from a wedding ring?" Dean asked. "I didn't think Frank was married."

"Ain't my department." The coroner said.

"Any idea how he got these?" Sam asked looking at Frank's arm that was all scraped.