A Case Of Forensic Killers: A Fictional Narrative

Sam and Dean Winchester stood over the lifeless body lying on the ground. It was an early morning in October and the mist was laying low over the car park.
“You know this isn’t like the normally cases we take Sammy” Dean said to his younger brother.
“I know” answered Sam. “It’s so simple” , he said in the lack of a better word. “But hey maybe it could be nice with a case wthout all the things we normally see.”
Dean noddeed in agreement as the same time a local detective and a forensic detective came up behind them.
Sam turned around to them. “So what do we have?”
“Well” the local detective started. “The victims name is Rhys Davidson, he’s a local and works in a pet store. 37 years old, no kids but a fiancée, Carissa Carver.”
“Alright then, let’s

Half an hour later they were sitting in Carissa Carvers couch.
“So” Sam began. “I know this must be hard to talk to us so soon, and I’m really sorry for your loss miss”
“Thank you” Carissa said as she lifted a tea mug to her mouth. She was a short, darkhaired woman with freckles all ever face making her look younger then she actually was.
Dean went right to the point. “We would like you to tell us everything that you think can help us catch the person who shot your fiancé.”
Carissa took a deep breath, “Alright I’ll do my best. I met Rhys through his work. And he is, he was, sorry I-.” Carissa teared up. “I can’t belive he’s gone, I-I just can’t.”
Sam patted her back, “I know” he said.
Carissa wiped away a tear in the corner of her eye. “He was very sweet she continued.” “So very sweet, he was shy but polite. Not many people noticed him, but they should have. He got along with the people in his surrounding. He hasn’t mentioned any fight or dispute or anything like that.”
Dean took some notes. “And he was...ehm faithful to you miss?”
Carissa looked shocked at Dean. “Of course he was! How can you ask