The next morning Sam and Dean were up early. They both dressed in their best suits and made sure that they’re fake FBI badges were tucked safely in their pockets. Taylor eyed them suspiciously.
“So you guys are FBI agents as well?” she asked
“Yep” Dean replied smiling, “and on Thursday’s we’re teddy bear doctors”
Sam nudged Dean sharply in the side.
“We err have different identities, to err, you know help us find out information” Sam struggled, not wanting to say the wrong thing and give too much away.
“So where are you going?” She asked,
“To the scenes of the killings, we wanna check for evidence, and to see if we can work what exactly is doing this” Dean replied quickly,
“I’m coming with you”, and with that Taylor clambered out of the bed, grabbed her bag and hurried into the bathroom before Dean or Sam could say anything to stop her.
Dean looked at Sam,
“Is she?” he asked
“I don’t think we have a choice Dean” Sam replied
“You think she could help?”
“Yeah I do”
“Well she does seem pretty confident- and I don’t mind her coming along, it’s nice to have something pretty to look at for a change” Dean sniggered
“Thanks a lot” Sam laughed
“No problem Sammy” Dean winked at his little brother, Sam smiled back.
Ten minutes later, Taylor emerged from the bathroom; she was wearing a fitted black suit over a white blouse and a black tie. She had her long brown locks scarped neatly into a bun on the back of her head.
Dean let his eyes wander over Taylor’s body which was now outlined by tight black material.
“Dean stop staring” Sam whispered harshly, so Taylor couldn’t hear.
“Yeh, o.k. erm lets go then” Dean mumbled, tripping over his words. They all left the motel room and clambered into the Impala, this time Taylor took the back seat.
“So what’s the plan” she asked, moving so she was leaning on the seat, in between the brothers.
Sam turned to face Taylor, “We’re going to all the apartments, you know check the EMF and everything. First we need to work out what’s causing all of this”
“That makes sense, but what if its still there?” Taylor responded leaving Sam stumped.
“Well that means we gotta kick some god damn ass” Dean snickered.
Taylor smiled at Dean, who removed his attention from driving to return it.


Dean turned left at the next intersection and pulled into the New Street Apartments car-park. The Area was separated from the rest of the street with bright yellow police tape which read the typical Crime Scene. The trio clambered from the car and headed for the revolving door entrance. At it stood two police officers, as they neared them Dean cleared his throat.
“Ahem” The two officers turned to look at them.
“Good Morning gentlemen, FBI, here to inspect the crime scene” He said confidently pulling a Fake ID badge from his jacket pocket. The tallest of the men eyed it suspiciously,
“We haven’t been told about any FBI inspection”
“Well it was a bit last minute; we decided to just come straight down”
“Sorry, Agent Murdock but I can’t let you in without confirmation” The guard smirked, raising an eyebrow at Dean’s fake name. Dean scowled
“My family were big route66 fans, now we need to get into this building, so step aside officer” Dean snapped. Taking a step towards the cocky guard- Taylor pressed a firm hand against his chest and raised her mouth to his ear.
“Let me handle this” She whispered winking, before turning to face the tallest officer.
“Look, Jake” She said checking his name badge, “I can call you Jake cant I?”
“Sure” Jake replied
“Well, Jake, We’ve got some really important work to do on this crime scene and you wasting time isn’t really helping” She stepped closer to Jake, so close that they were nearly touching
“So can you let it slip this one time and just let us in?” She gushed, her voice as sickly as treacle.
Jake glance at Sam and Dean,
“Ok this one time” he mumbled before leaning close to Taylor, as she had with Dean,
“But you own me” He sneered with a grin; Taylor just smiled and led Sam and Dean around him and into the entrance of the building.
“My god what a creep” She blurted out as soon as they were out of earshot.
“You said it” Dean replied a little harshly, glancing back at the guards,
“We better be quick- I wouldn’t be surprised if he did call and check up on us” Sam said worriedly, pushing the button for the elevator as he spoke.

They emerged on the 7th floor of the apartment block, like the car park it was covered with yellow police tape, and the floor was littered with evidence labels. There were 4 doors on this corridor, and it was obvious which one was the entrance to the crime scene. One of the identical brown doors was hanging helplessly on its hinges.
Sam glanced at Dean as the both instinctively removed guns from under their coats, holding them ready they both moved towards the apartment, Taylor following cautiously behind.
Dean entered first, holding his gun out in front of him. But he couldn’t keep it there for long. As he entered the room he was hit with the unbearable stench of rotting flesh. Dropping his guard he held his hand over his mouth.
“Guys I honestly wouldn’t come in here” He called backing, coughing as he inhaled another batch of the smell. Un-able to take it any longer he went back out on to the corridor.
“What is it?” Sam asked
“It….god…damn…stinks….in…there!” Dean gasped, taking in as much clean air as he could.
He straightened up and turned to face Sam, “Seriously dude! And you think my socks are bad”
“Your socks are bad”
“Not as bad as in there”
“But we have to check it out; we’ll just have to bear it”
“Sam, come on! I just spent 10 seconds in there and that was bad enough”
“But Dean, we have to find out what’s doing all of this”
“Here’s your answer, one smelly son of a bitch!”
“I have an idea” Taylor added before Sam could reply. Removing her purse from her shoulder, she walked over to a nearby table and emptied out its contents. She quickly a travel sized bottle of perfume and a packet of tissues.
Sam and Dean eyed her with interest and suspicion.
After putting everything back into her bag, Taylor turned to the brothers and smiled.
“Ok, put these up your nose” She said, pouring a few drops of perfume onto a tissue and handing them to Sam and Dean, “They should block out the smell” Taylor added, blocking her own nose with the perfume scented tissue.
“Nice” Dean smiled.
With their noses guarded from the horrendous smell that filled the apartment, Sam, Dean and Taylor entered warily. Stepping over a shattered table, the trio gazed round the room. Every wall was smeared with dried blood; all of the furniture had been shattered into pieces and now littered the floor. The window that looked out on the car park was smashed and taped up with tarpaulin.
There were two more doors that led off from the living room of the flat, both were hanging from their hinges and had huge marks down them- which looked too much like claw marks.
Sam stroked his fingertips gently over the splintered wood,
“This was definitely not a demon- it looks like some sort of animal” he commented,
“Werewolf?” Dean pondered, still gazing wide eyed at the chaos that surrounded him,
“No” Sam replied, “The reports from the bodies showed to typical werewolf traits, the hearts were still in the bodies- well what was left of them” he shuddered, turning away from the scarred door.
“Ok, so no werewolves, But it would have to be something pretty big to take a gash like that out of the door”
“Yes, and humans, well you know like demons and ghosts, they don’t usually leave this much mess”
“Exactly, animals, monsters-theyre more violent and wild”
“Guys”, Taylor interrupted Sam and Deans pondering, the brothers turned to look at her. Taylor was stood in the middle of the room, staring at the ceiling. Sam and dean both turned they’re head upwards to see what Taylor had spotted.
“Wow! How’d the hell did we miss that?” Dean gasped
“I have no idea” Sam replied curiously
“We didn’t, trust me that wasn’t there 2 minutes ago- it just appeared”
“Well i've never seen it before, and I don’t think I ever saw it in dad’s journal”
“Yeah me either” Dean added, removing his cell phone from his jacket pocket and taking a picture of the symbol above him.
“Well at least we have something, come on we better get going before that sleez-ball security guard grasses us up”




Dean slammed down the book that we was currently reading, causing Sam and Taylor to both jump.
“Dude this is pointless” he said, rubbing at his forehead, trying to push away an oncoming headache, “We’ve read through these books a millions times already- there’s nothing on the net, so why are we still sitting here doing nothing!”
Sam sighed and turned away from his laptop,
“Dean, we have to know what’s causing all of this before we can stop it”
“I know Sammy, but we have no leads apart from the symbol that doesn’t seem to actually exist”
“Well we have to keep looking!”
The brothers glared at each-other, anger burning in their eyes.
“I’m goanna the Library, I’ll see if there’s anything there” Sam snapped, closing his laptop and heading towards the door.
“Fine” Dean replied harshly not meeting his brother’s gaze. Sam sighed angrily and left the room slamming the door loudly behind him.
Dean let out a loud groan.
“I hate being like this with him, but he never listens” he whispered
“Don’t worry about it, you’re both stressed” Taylor replied quietly
“Yeah I suppose”, Dean said, standing up and turning to face the wall behind him.
He was startled, as without warning Taylor placed her hand on his shoulder, he spun round slowly. Dean was instantly entranced by Taylor’s large deep drown eyes, that were now staring into his. He’d never noticed just how beautiful those large deep eyes of hers were until now. Such an amazing shade of brown, outlined by thick long eyelashes that brushed her cheek every time she blinked
. Dean’s own green eyes were also hypnotic to Taylor, and seemed to draw her in. Her gaze flicked briefly down to his lips, full and soft looking and she let her tongue dart out to moisten her own mouth.  Without thinking she leaned a little closer to Dean, who simultaneously moved closer to her. She was completely lost in the moment, no logical thought running through her head.
Feeling her heart race more and more, she tried to control her breathing. But it was useless.
“Taylor…” Dean breathed, just as their lips were less than an inch apart. That brought them both back to earth with a sharp jolt.
Taylor jumped back wards and opened her eyes, feeling her cheeks burn bright red. The two stared at each-other, the atmosphere changed suddenly, yet the electricity between them could still be felt.
“Erm, well I need a shower- we’ve had a busy day” Taylor mumbled, grabbing her toiletry bag and making a hasty escape to the bathroom. She shut the door and closed the bolt.
Pressing her back to the door, she let out a long sigh and slid to the floor.
What had just happened out there? She thought,
“God Taylor you’re so stupid” she said to herself lifting herself unwillingly form the floor and setting the shower running.


Outside the bathroom, Dean still surprised from what had just happened, slumped down onto the nearest bed.
“Jeez man your losing your touch” he whispered to himself, staring at the bathroom door in front of him, He could here the water running, splashing on the sides of the bathtub and against the plastic shower curtain.
Letting his mind wander, he imagined Taylors, naked body, under the hot steaming water…
“Man!” he shouted jumping up from the bed, slightly ashamed with himself.
What’s up with me? It’s only a chick I the shower- been there done that!
Dean thought harshly to himself, wondering why he felt it was unfair to Taylor, imagining her in that way. But Taylor didn’t seem like any other girl, she seemed different- well Dean felt different about her.  The moment he’d set eyes on her, he’d known that she was something special. Not like the cheap hookers and one time girls he’d met up with on his travels. Taylor was something much much more interesting.

At that point Taylor emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in one of the typical fluffy white robes found in most motel rooms. Her brown hair hung limply around her face, looking more black than brown seen although it was still wet.
She walked quickly past Dean, over towards her bed, eyes locked on her feet. Throwing her toiletry bag beside her other belongings she removed the white robe and climbed into bed. Dean was hurt that she hadn’t said anything to him, but in a way he understood.


The illuminous green letters on the alarm clock beside his bed read 1:20am, yet Sam wasn’t and couldn’t sleep. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling above him; Dean lay beside him snoring loudly, which didn’t help. But that wasn’t the reason he was still awake. The thought of not being able to stop this, monster, before it killed again was haunting Sam’s mind. His dream had been so livid so real and yet now he was stuck with no clues or leads except a symbol that didn’t seem to exist, even Bobby didn’t know what it was. Sam sighed and rolled onto his side, he had to get back into that apartment! There had to be something else- something that would help him track down what was doing all of this. Tomorrow, he decided, tomorrow he would go back to the apartment- without Dean and Taylor. Especially Dean, seen as though the person he that would be helping him was not exactly one of Dean’s favorite people and with that Sam finally fell into a well deserved slumber.

The next morning the trio awoke early, ready to restart their hunt, however Dean’s stomach had other ideas. While flipping through a book he had already read several times yesterday it grumbled loudly, distracting both Sam and Taylor.
“Maybe, we should grab a bite to eat before we start searching again!” Taylor suggested, smiling at Dean.
“Sounds like a plan to me” Dean replied returning the smile,
Sam smiled quietly to himself; this was the perfect opportunity to put his plan into action,
“You guys go ahead, I’m not hungry, plus I need to go to the library again” he said quickly, not wanting to raise suspicion.
“You sure Sammy? You haven’t eaten in days” Dean added worriedly,
“I grabbed something last night, when I went out”
“Oh, ok, well have fun at the library- hopefully you’ll find something”
“Hopefully” Sam replied quickly grabbing a few books and heading out of the door.
“So, alone again” Dean grinned at Taylor
“I suppose we are” She laughed, as Dean’s stomach grouwled again! “Come on, I think we need to get you food and fast” She laughed again leading Dean out of the Motel room.



Sam watched as Dean and Taylor climbed into the Impala and drove away, before he put his plan into action. When they were out of sight, he pulled out his cell phone; scrolled down until he found the number he needed and pressed call. It didn’t take long for them to answer.
“I need you help; I need you to meet me!” Sam said quickly
    
It had been easier than he’d thought to get past the security guards and back into the apartment. Posing as a health inspector the dumbass security guards had let him through. Now he stood alone in the elevator as it moved upwards towards the 7th floor.
When he emerged from the elevator, he was surprised to see that she had bet him there.
She stood at the far end of the corridor, her eyes glazed over black- matching the black curly locks of the body that she was inhabiting.









“Hello Sam, it’s good to see you again” Ruby smiled, returning her eyes to normal.