A.N. I do not own Supernatural or So Weird.

Fi looked on at the mourners with sympathy in her eyes. Her throat constricted a little when she saw the wife of the deceased bouncing a little baby girl lacklusterly on her knee. Shaking her head, she swallowed her emotions and schooled her feature into a mask of polite empathy before walking over. "Mrs. Tafferty?"

The black haired woman turned red-rimmed brown eyes on her. "Yes, that's me. Who are you?"

"My name is Morrigan O'Riley, and I'm a grief counselor. Whenever someone as young as your husband passes on, your insurance company wants to insure that the family is handling things properly. I understand it was a car accident?" Fi asked, holding up a clipboard with a pen posed to write.

Holding her child closer, Mrs. Tafferty seemed to shut down. "Yes, a car accident. Tragic."

"Yes, well, being with the insurance company, I do have a dual purpose here. There were some inconsistencies with the coroner's report. It was almost as if the crash killed him, but he was not engaged in any driving activities. His body placement was… off."

"Are you trying to take the money?!" the widow asked shrilly, drawing the eyes of some of the others present.

"No-" Fi started, eyes widening at the accusation.

"Cause I'd give the money back in a heartbeat if I could have me husband!" Mrs. Tafferty yelled, her daughter now wailing as well.

"I-I'm sorry. I'll just be.. We'll be in touch. You can-can call if you need to," Fi told her, handing over a card and beating a hasty retreat. When she got out to her car she sighed and rested her forehead against the roof. A tingling sensation ran up her spine and she looked sharply to the right.

An Impala was pulling away.