Supernatural: Season Two

The Usual Suspects (2)

The Usual Suspects (2)

Kylie's POV

I let out a yawn as Sammy picked the lock to Giles office as I leaned against the wall next to it.

"Are we boring you?" Dean taunted as soon as Sam got the door open.

"Nah, just not sleeping too well." I said as we walked in, ducking under the police tape. "You snore too loud." I teased as I pulled out my flashlight at the pool of blood on the floor.

"Hey," Sam said, his flashlight shining on the same pool of blood, "Anthony Giles' body was found right about here." He said before pulling out the newspaper clipping and reading over it, "Throat slit so deep part of his spinal cord was visible." He read out loud.

Dean let out a low whistle. "What do you think? Vengeful spirit? Underlining vengeful?"

"Yeah, maybe." Sam shrugged. "I mean he did see that woman at the foot of his bed."

I nodded before shining my flashlight at his desk, a sheet of paper catching my eye. I walked over and picked it up, reading the small-font printing of one word that was written over and over on the page.

"Take a look at this." I called.

Sam moved next to me, taking the paper with one raised brow.

"Dana Shulps." He glanced up at me. "A name?"

I shrugged just as Dean picked up another paper. "I don't know, but it's everywhere." He noted before showing us the paper in his hands. "Well, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." He said with a grin.

Sam went around the desk, sitting in the chair.

I eyed him weirdly when he shined his flashlight on the glass table in front of him before he breathed on the glass, revealing the same letters.

"Wow." He let out, impressed. "I'd say we've officially crossed over into weird."

I shook my head. "Maybe Giles knew her." I suggested.

"Or maybe it's the name of our pale red-eyed mystery girl." Sam nodded.

"Well," Dean let out before nodding to the computer, "let's see what we can see."

Sam stayed on the computer while Dean and I searched the whole office from head to toe, but we found nothing on Dana Shulps.

"There's not a single mention of a Dana Shulps anywhere." Dean groaned. "There's not a D. Shulps, or any other kind of freaking Shulps."

"Great." Sam let out, equally as frustrated.

"What have you got?" I sighed out.

"Nothing." Sam let out. "No Dana Shulps has ever lived or died in Baltimore in the last fifty years at least."

"So what now?" I asked, taking a seat across from Sam.

"Well, I think I'm pretty close to cracking Giles' password. Maybe there's something in his personal files, you know?" Sam let out.

"By close you mean . . ." Dean trailed.

"Thirty minutes, maybe." Sam shrugged.

Dean glanced down at his watching before letting out a sigh. He tapped my thigh for me to get up, before sitting down on the chair and pulling me in his lap.

"Awesome. So I guess we just get to, uh, hang out." Dean let out his hand sliding higher and higher up my thigh.

I quickly smacked his hand, halting his movements, making him mutter under his breath.