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Autumn had completely transformed the small town. Golden and crimson leaves covered the sidewalks, a chilly breeze drifted through the streets, and every storefront was decorated with pumpkins, fairy lights, and Halloween displays. The annual Halloween festival was only a few days away, drawing visitors from nearby towns and filling the streets with excitement. Beneath the festive atmosphere, however, something darker was hiding. Over the past few weeks, several strange incidents had been reported around town. Unexplained disappearances, eerie sightings in the woods, and stories of people hearing voices when no one was there. Most people dismissed it as Halloween hysteria. Dean and Sam Winchester didn’t. The brothers had arrived in town to investigate what appeared to be another supernatural case. While Sam stayed at the motel researching local legends, Dean decided to take a walk through town and see if he could pick up anything unusual from the locals. A small café near the town square caught his attention. Warm light spilled from the windows, and the smell of coffee and cinnamon drifted out every time the door opened. Inside, the atmosphere was cozy and quiet. Near one of the windows sat a young woman completely absorbed in a book. A pumpkin spice latte rested on the table beside her, steam still rising from the cup. She wore a black leather jacket, and her hair was pulled into a messy bun that somehow looked effortlessly perfect. In her hands was a book about the Sanderson Sisters and the Salem witch trials. What Dean didn’t know was that you weren’t just interested in witches. You were one. Magic had been part of your life for as long as you could remember. You kept it hidden from everyone around you, careful never to reveal what you really were. Most days, that wasn’t difficult. Today felt different. Something in the air felt off. Like a storm waiting to break. As Dean stepped into the café, his hunter instincts immediately told him that somethi