"Mrzgrrnvwn Smme."
"Dean. Swallow?"
Rolling his eyes, Dean Winchester did as asked, then heaved a long-suffering sigh. "I said we got another one, Sammy." The brothers sat in a diner in who knew where, chowing down on what was, in Dean's opinion, the most amazing burger this side of the Appalachians. Setting the half-finished burger aside for the moment, Dean brushed the crumbs from his fingers and tapped the newspaper sitting beside his plate. "Says here this town's had a rash of heart attacks recently."
Sam glanced up from his salad, forehead wrinkling as he met his brother's eyes. "Heart attacks," he said dryly. "Where does that become our business?"
"The victims were young, healthy, and get this: witnesses said that some of them were running right before they dropped, like they were being chased. They were screaming for help, that someone was after them."
"Who? Does the paper say?"
"Nope. No one noticed a pursuer, which tells me the pursuer was likely invisible. An invisible serial killer. Sounds fun, huh, Sam?" He grinned, leaning across the table to sock his brother in the shoulder. Ignoring the sputtered protest, he threw a couple of dollars on the table and scooped up his burger, taking another giant bite as he rose from the table. "Crbbff, lsgr." Then he slipped out of the booth and headed for the door.