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ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ꜰᴇᴠᴇʀ (ᴘᴛ 1)

The three Winchesters are stood in a morgue dressed as agents. The coroner zips the body bag open while addressing the three.

"Agent Kramer, Agent Tyler, Agent Perry, meet Frank O'Brien." He says.

"He died of a heart attack, right?" Sam asks, looking up from the body to the coroner.

"Three days ago."

"But O'Brien was 44 years old and, according to this ­ a marathon runner." Y/N says, gesturing to the folder in her hand.

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

"Yeah, but Frank kicked it here." Dean says. "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?" The coroner asks.

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

"What autopsy?" The coroner asks.

"The one you're gonna do" Y/N replies, smiling at him. Minutes later the four are decked out in scrubs and aprons. The siblings watch as the coroner uses a scalpel to cut open the body's chest.

"First dead body?" He asks, giving them a side glance.

"Far from it" Y/N says with her arms crossed. Sam however tries his best to not squirm as much while Dean looks slightly pale, but none the less stable.

"Oh, good. Because these suckers can get pretty ripe. Hey, hand me those rib cutters, would you?" The coroner asks, gesturing his head to besides Y/N. Sam takes a fortifying breath while Y/N picks up the cutters and hands it to the coroner, who uses them 'as they are called' to open the ribs.

"Is that from a wedding ring?" Dean asks, placing his hand on the body's hand to look at its hand "I didn't think Frank was married."

"Ain't my department." The coroner says, continuing to look through the body. His gaze focused on it.

"Any idea how he got these?" Sam asks, holding up Frank's arms which is full of scratches.

"You know what?" The coroner questions "When you drop dead, you actually tend to drop. Body probably got scraped up when it hit the ground." He stops what he was doing "Huh!"

"What?" Y/N asks.

"I-I can't find any blockages in any of the major arteries." He replies. He puts his hand back into the body and a loud crack surround them as he breaks off the heart while Y/N tries not to vomit "Heart looks pretty damn healthy." The coroner hands the heart to Y/N. "Hold that a second, would you?" Y/N does so and Dean turns his head to Y/N, smirking. She glares at her. The coroner begins to cut something else in the body and just as Dean turns to face him, blood hits both him and Sam in the face. "Oh, sorry. Spleen juice." The coroner says, with a slight smirk. Y/N looks at her brother's, smirking at them.

==

Later that day, the three are sat down in front of the Deputy's desk, waiting. The deputy smiles at Y/N. She smiles back politely. The door to the Sherriff's office opens and outcomes said man.

"Hell's bells, Linus, have you seen my.... Who are they?" The Sheriff asks, seeing the three siblings. They begin to stand.

"Federal agents. I, uh...." Linus says, stuttering.

"And you kept them waiting?" The sheriff asks.

"You, you said not to disturb" Linus replies.

"It was no bother, really." Y/N says, smiling at them. Sam and Dean nod. The Sheriff returns the nod and sticks his arm out to gesture for them to follow him.