[Bloodlust]
The Impala zoomed up a two-lane, driven by Dean. He was in a good mood, grooving along to the music.
"Whoo!" Dean cried. "Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?"
"Oh, she's beautiful!" Natalia exclaimed.
Sam glanced between his siblings. "You know, if you two, if you three, want to get a room, just let us know, Dean, Nat."
"With my brother? Gross."
"Oh, don't listen to him, baby, he doesn't understand us," Dean said.
"You're in a good mood," Sam noted. "You both are."
"Why shouldn't we be?" Natalia questioned.
"No reason."
"Got my car, got a case, things are looking up," Dean answered.
"Wow. You two hear a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead bodies and you're Mister and Miss Sunshine."
"How far to Red Lodge?"
"Uh, about another three hundred miles."
"Good." Dean floored it.
They reached Red Lodge and entered. The three entered the lodge and a sheriff with an impressive mustache began talking to them; they were posing as reporters.
"The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time," the sheriff said.
"Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?" Sam questioned.
"Mm-hmm."
"Okay, and the other, a uh, Christina Flanigan-"
"That was two days ago. Is there-" a young woman knocked on the door and pointed at her watch. "Oh. Sorry boys, young lady, time's up, we're done here."
"One last question-"
"Yeah, what about the cattle?" Dean asked.
The sheriff frowned. "Excuse me?"
"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained... over a dozen cases."
"What about them?"
Natalia raised an eyebrow. "So you don't think there's a connection?"
"Connection... with..."
"First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff."
"You know, like Satanic cult ritual stuff?" Dean added.
The sheriff laughed. "You -- you're not kidding."
"No."
"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?"
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Point of Know Return
Mystery / ThrillerNatalia Millie Winchester never knew her mother. She's been surrounded by male figures since she was three months old. Her life was far from normal. Instead of having tea parties and sleepovers, she learned to use a gun and to always be wary in the...
