The Curse of Sight

06

[Yellow Fever]

Dean ran down the road, hearing growling and barking noises behind him. He turned around a corner, ran into a shopping cart and fell to the ground. He saw a homeless man rummaging through a garbage bin. "Run! It'll kill you!"

Dean pointed to a pink-ribboned Yorkie. He resumed running and shouting at the same time.

48 HOURS EARLIER

MORGUE

The coroner opened a body bag. "Agent Tyler, Agent Perry, Agent Kramer, meet Frank O'Brien."

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

"Three days ago."

Haven studied the report. "But O'Brien was 44 years old and, according to this, a marathon runner."

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

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

"Sounds like Maumee's problem to me. Why's the FBI give a damn anyway?"

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

"What autopsy?"

"The one you're gonna do."

The coroner cut open the dead body. "First dead body?"

"Far from it." He noticed Haven's look. "Sorry, my partner's not keen on blood."

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

Sam took a fortifying breath while Dean picked up the rib cutters and handed it to the coroner. The coroner cut the ribs open while Sam and Haven kept themselves from squirming.

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

"Ain't my department," the coroner replied.

Haven closed her eyes a moment, seeing drawings of a woman with dark hair.

"Any idea how he got these?" Sam questioned, picking up Frank's arm which was full of scratches.

"You know what? When you drop dead, you actually tend to drop. Body probably got scraped up when it hit the ground. Huh!"

"What?" Sam and Haven asked.

"I-I can't find any blockages in any of the major arteries." The coroner broke off the heart while Dean tried not to vomit. "Heart looks pretty damn healthy." He handed the heart to Dean. "Hold that a second, would you?" Sam smirked on the side and Haven grimaced. The corner cut something else in the body and hit Sam and Haven's face with blood. "Oh, sorry. Spleen juice." Dean smirked.

SHERIFF'S STATION

Sam, Haven and Dean were sitting in front of the deputy's desk, waiting. The deputy smiled at Dean and winked at Haven.

The sheriff opened his office door. "Hell's bells, Linus, have you seen my... Who are they?" Sam, Dean and Haven stood.

"Federal agents," Deputy Linus replied. "I, uh..."

"And you kept them waiting?"

"You, you said not to disturb."

"Come on back, fellas, lady."

The three walked over to the sheriff's office, but he stopped them. "Shoes off."

They took their shoes off and entered the sheriff's office.