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ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴀʀʏ (ᴘᴛ 1)

Sam lies on the bed, eyes closed. Blood drops onto his forehead, and when he opens his eyes, he sees Jess above him.

"Why, Sam? Why, Sam?"

"No!" Jess bursts into flames.

"Why, Sam? Why, Sam?"

"Sam, wake up." Sam wakes up confused. He sits up and looks around. He's sitting in the back of the Impala, which is parked in front of a large building.

"I take it; I was having a nightmare."

"Yeah, another one," Y/N says.

"Hey, at least I got some sleep."

"You know, sooner or later we're going to have to talk about this," Y/N says.

"Are we here?"

"Yup. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio." Sam picks up a newspaper with Steven Shoemaker's obituary circled.

"So, what do you think happened to this guy?"

"That's what we're going to find out. Let's go." The three get out of the car and head up to the building.

===

Sam, Dean, and Y/N head into room 144, marked Morgue. There are two desks. The empty one had a nameplate that said Dr. D. Feiklowcz. The other one has the mortuary technician.

"Hey."

"Hey," Y/N says.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah. We're the, uh...med students."

"Sorry?"

"Oh, Doctor," Dean stumbles over the name "Figlavitch didn't tell you."

"We talked to him on the phone. He, uh, we're from Ohio State. He's supposed to show us the shoemaker's corpse. It's for our paper," Y/N adds.

"Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch."

"Oh well, he said, uh-oh well, you know, it doesn't matter," Dean says.

"You don't mind just showing us the body, do you?" Y/N says, batting her eyelashes.

"Sorry, I can't. Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want."

"An hour? Ooh. We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then," Dean says, looking at Sam and Y/N.

"Yeah," Sam says, and Y/N nods.

"Uh, look, man, this paper's like half our grade, if you don't mind helping us out."

"Uh, look, miss...no." Y/N laughs a little. She then turns and mumbles.

"I'm going to hit him in the face, I swear." Sam hits Y/N on the arm. Sam steps in front of the twins and opens his wallet, pulling out some twenties. He lays at least five down on the mortuary tech's desk, who picks them up.

"Follow me." The mortuary tech gets up and leaves. Dean grabbed Sam before he could follow.

"Dude, I earned that money."

"You won it in a poker game."

"Yeah," Sam says, then follows the Mortuary Tech.

===

"Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." The mortuary tech pulls back the sheet over Steven's face.

"More than that. They practically liquefied."

"Any signs of struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?" Dean says.

"Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone."