Dean slowed down in a street near the café. A few yards further a police van was parked. Yellow stripes marked a crime scene and people in white costumes were discussing with people in black costumes.
“You think it’s Cas?” Sam asked, looking at Dean from the corner of his eye.
“If it’s not, I’m fairly certain he’s got something to do with it” Dean replied dark, before getting out of the car. He walked steady to the crime scene as he pulled out one of his fake ID’s. “FBI, what do you got?”
“Man, 43, looks like he’s strangled to death” the coroner said. He took a step back so Sam and Dean had a clear view on the body.
“Are those…hand prints?” Sam asked as he saw the imprint of a right hand on the man’s throat.
The coroner nodded. “I’ve never seen anything like this”
Dean felt someone poking him and turned around. It was the owner of the café, who had denied high and low that he’d seen Cas.
“Can I talk to you alone?” he asked accenting. Dean looked shortly at Sam, then back at the owner. “Yeah, sure” he responded and he walked away from the crowd. “What is it?”