Lucille frowned lightly as the two men just seemed to be here for business reasons, and she slowly sat down, her elbow on her thigh, and her mouth covered by her palm and hand. She cleared her throat after a few moments, seeing that Karen was getting a bit, well snippy. She removed her hand from her mouth. "Are you here to ask us questions or just to let us know your investigating?" She spoke, watching the two men and shifting, leaning back a bit.

Sam stared at them, and then at Dean, as if unsure and looking for help, before he finally spoke up. "Neither." He said firmly, yet with a hint of sympathy. "We're asking you two to leave."

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The man nodded slowly, taking a slow breath to calm himself. He could get a bit hyperactive when thinking of the sweet blood he could drink up. "It shouldn't be too hard...They seemed pretty oblivious. "