Twelve Hours

3

The moment you guys arrive at the victims wife house you decide its best that you and dean go in. You were always good at telling the bad news like this without looking like a robot and showing the sadness and other emotions in your eyes. Dean was good for the asking questions part. You rose your hair up into a pony tail and smooth out your pant suit. Dean tussled his hair a bit which made you catch your breath. He was one hundred time more attractive now. You guys get out of the impala and head towards the door and you rang the doorbell. Once the door opened you notice that the wife was slim and her hair was pulled back. She looked like she hasn't slept in days. "Hi," you and dean pull our your badges. "Are you Mrs. Felix?" The woman nodded. "We are agents Dillon and McCarthy, we have some bad news about your Husband Harold. Can we come in?" You could see the womans face went white. Without saying a word she let you guys in. She got you guys some iced tea and you all sat on the couch. Dean looked at you and that was your cue to tell her that her husband was dead. "Ma'am, I'm afraid your husband was found dead. The coroner just got his dental records back and it confirmed it was him. I'm so sorry." The woman didn't even shed a tear, her face was so unreadable you didn't know what yo think. "Mrs. Felix," dean scooched to the edge of the couch. "Your husband is dead. Do you have any idea who would hurt him? Any enemies?" "No," was the only word she spoke. "No what, Mrs. Felix?" "Harold was sweet," the tears finally came. "He helped anyone in need not expecting anything in return. Anyone who knew him would know that." She wiped her eyes. "Ma'am," dean folded his hands. "This next question is just routine, did Harold ever encounter an animal with sharp claws?" "He volunteered at the zoo when they brought in a new animal. Why?" "Well," you took a sip of your tea. "We noticed a scar on what was left of his face." Shoot, you shouldn't have said that. She shouldn't have known there was pieces of her husband missing. Luckily that went in one ear and out the other."He got what he called a nice swipe by a tiger cub." "Okay," dean got up and son did you. "That's all we have right now, here's our card and number if you have any questions. Just call us." You guys walked out and back to the impala. Sam still had his laptop opened. "Anything?" Dean asked as you guys got into the vehicle. "Actually yes," Sam closed his laptop "next moon will be tomorrow night. So in the mean time we can rest up look more into this and try and find who this sicko is." "The sooner the better," dean said. With that you guys head back to the motel. These next 24 hours are going to be a killer.