𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 & 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 | 𝐃.𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 [𝟏]

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧—𝐒𝟒 𝐄𝟔: 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

❝︎Because of you, I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me...❞︎

𝟸𝟹𝚁𝙳 𝙾𝙲𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟾—𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙺 𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙶𝙴, 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙾

       "AGENT TYLER, AGENT PERRY, AGENT MOORE meet Frank O'Brian." The coroner put an ID to the dead body lying in the opened body bag. He was young, probably in his forties, and reportedly died of a heart attack. It had been one month since Dean and I met Castiel and dealt with the Rising of the Witnesses. Slowly, seals have been breaking, and there was only so much we could do to prevent the apocalypse. The three of us decided that just because we couldn't do anything about the inevitable upcoming doom heading our way, we could still save the lives of the citizens of our great country, or in this case, the town of Rock Ridge, Colorado.

"He died of a heart attack, right?" Sam asked, making sure that we got the exact cause of death. The thing was we were very hesitant to believe that the dead man lying in front of us died of natural causes at all. He looked in a pretty good condition, and I thought it was implausible for such a young man, who also happened to be a marathon runner, to die of a heart attack.

"Three days ago," The coroner nodded his head, confirming the information that we were given.

"But O'Brien was 44 years old and, according to this, a marathon runner," I stated, reading the information that the file gave. I knew that this man didn't die of one, but I was aiming to see just how confident this guy was in his theory and if he could find us another possible cause of death.

"Everybody drops dead sooner or later. It's why I got job security." He replied, not even seemingly phased by the low chances that something unusual could have happened to the victim.

"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?" Dean jumped in the conversation, adding information about the strange death occurrences of perfectly healthy men. The three of us were determined to find the actual cause of death and what these three men had in common.

"Sounds like Maumee's problem to me. Why's the FBI give a damn, anyway?" He asked us, unsure of our interest in what appeared to be random heart attacks. Of course, we knew there was more to it, so we just dug as much as we needed to get the required scientific information to crack this case wide open.