FBI Agent Victor Henricksen growled into his coffee. He'd come to this small town because there had been a lead on the Winchesters. The Winchesters had been and done gone however, and the mysterious deaths that had been plaguing this town in the middle of Buttfuck nowhere for the last fifty years had stopped.

No matter what the locals seemed to think, the grave desecration that the Winchesters had committed at the nearby cemetery had nothing to do with why the killings had stopped. The thought of it was completely insane. The more logical reason for why the killings had stopped was that the serial killer responsible had finally up and died of old age.

The fact that the local law enforcement had failed to catch him, or even realize that there was even a case was beyond embarrassing.

"So how much do I owe you?" Henricksen asked the waitress when he set the dregs of his coffee down next to the remains of his breakfast.

"Nothing." the waitress whose name tag said Louise replied. "Those nice Winchester boys knew you'd be coming through here, and picked up your tab."

He barely managed to hold his temper in until he left the diner, there was no point in making a scene in front of the local yokels. Odds were that it would get back to the office, and he would get another reprimand.