Dean slowed down in a straat near the café. A few yards further a police busje, 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 u 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 u 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?”
“That friend of yours, the one u were looking for a while back, he was here tonight” the owner started nervous. “And there were three of my regular customers and well, they…they’re kind of out to get him. Do u know what I mean? Anyways, he came in and it’s like he wanted them to chase him. I threatened to call the police if they would do anything, but they didn’t listen”
“So, Cas lured them outside. Then what?” Dean wanted to know.
“I waited. I hoped they’d come back and that everything was okay” the owner continued.
“But they didn’t and it wasn’t?” Dean guessed.
The owner shook his head. “No. After I closed my café I went to take a look. That’s when I found Gary” he concluded horrified, looking over Dean’s shoulder.
“Gary was one of them” Dean realized. “Thank u for your information” He left the owner behind and walked back to Sam.
“And? What did u find out?” Sam insisted as they got in the car.
Dean buckled up, before he answered. “It’s definitely Cas”