[b]MIKA CHAMBERS[/b]

The comment about checking his candy like a normal human being made Mika smirk and roll her eyes, lightly shaking her head in disbelief that someone choking on razorblades couldn't put him off candy. She was certain in that moment that nothing would put him off his food ocne he got his mind focused on it, though she did still wonder if there was anything that could accomplish that task and she hoped that she was in the room when it happened. 

The better reaction from him however in her eyes, was his reaction to her other comment about what they could do post hunt. Her words got her the reaction she was hoping for and more, which made her chuckle. She met his eyes and saw the all too familiar eyebrow wriggle  and sly look which just encouraged her to give him a matching look back. "Then we better do a good but quick job" she commented. 

Pulling up to the street and eventually the house in question, she couldn't help but really look at the exterior to see if anything stood out but considering the day it was, it was a bit more difficult as it always was, to see what was unusual and what was normal halloween decorations. If it wasn't for the police tape being up modestly in comparison, she would have just thought it was another house decorated for trick or treaters. "Right, lets get this over with" she agreed, opening her side door and stepping out of the car, before pulling down her blazer back into place. 

She gave her knees a little wiggle as she made sure her skirt wasn't hitched up anywhere and then walked round to Dean's side being careful to not get her heels stuck in a drain cover as she went. She gave Dean a quick look that said a hundred things then she began the walk up the driveway and to the house's front door where she gave it a couple of seconds then knocked on the door in three simple knocks, hoping that the widow was in. 

After a minute or so she heard footsteps coming to the front door which she took as a good sign, which was followed by the front door opening revealing the widow to them, someone she could tell really wasn't taking her husband's death well in the slightest. A sight that she hadn't long been like herself and knew that them deciding earlier on that it should be her who does the talking to the wife, was no doubt the best idea. Though she had to mentally admit, seeing this woman in such a way was bringing up memories of herself grieving for Dean all up to the surface. 

Internally shaking them from her mind, she gave the woman a smile and pulled out her ID, opening it to show her. "Hi, we've come to discuss with you about your husband's death, could we possibly come inside?" she greeted. 

[b]SAM AND NATALIA WINCHESTER[/b]

Annabeth's bad feeling about this whole case was of a relief in a strange way to Natalia and Sam as neither wanted to be the only one who had a bad feeling about it. "And neither of us or the others will let any asshole Angel take them again" Natalia told her determindly. Annabeth never deserved that brutal torture in her eyes, or Sam's and if she was able to get just one punch in to that Angel's face she would be satisfied, even if it meant she got killed. 

Both Sam and Nat got out of the car, Nat locking it after closing the driver's side door behind her and then adjusted her blazer at the back as it had rucked up from all the driving. Placing her keys in her blazer pocket, she waited to get the signal from the other two that they were ready which she got from Annabeth's muttering to herself. 

"Lets head in then" Sam said to the girls, beginning the walk up to the building so they could head to the reception first to find out where they would need to head to. Nat stayed close to the two of them, but not so close that it didn't look unprofessional or suspicious. It was bad enough in her eyes that students were already pausing to look at them walk passed and whisper to each other, making guesses for who they were and if they were here for the death of the student. 

"Well something tells me the students might have been predicting this kind of arrival" Sam muttered quietly to the girls, also noticing how there were whispers stirring from their arrival. "I think any adult arriving in a suit would create the gossip ring to begin to be fair" Nat muttered back, as Sam reached the main door and opened it for both Annabeth and Natalia. 

Reaching the reception area Sam took over, pulling out his ID which Nat followed by also doing then started talking. "I wonder if you can help us. We're looking for Tracy Davis, could you tell us what class she would be in right now?" he asked, giving the receptionist a professional but warm smile, that she took gladly and started tapping away at her computer. "Art class, down the hall to the right, and it's the side room at the very end" she explained, gesturing with her hand as she spoke. 

"thank yu, it's much appreciated" Natalia spoke up, before starting the walk to the room.