Supernatural // Meeting Them · Y/n story by @katiekoo

The rain had finally stopped, leaving the small town of Mill Creek smelling of wet asphalt and pine. It was past midnight, and the only light on the street came from the flickering neon sign of the ‘Night Owl Diner’, casting a sickly green glow on the parked Impala.

Dean Winchester

taps the newspaper Third one this month, Sam. All within a ten-mile radius. All found in the woods. All the same M.O.

Sam Winchester

Exsanguination, but with no animal bites. No human weapon marks either. Just… drained. The police are calling it an animal attack, but…

Dean Winchester

But animals don’t leave puncture wounds that neat. And they don’t just take the blood.

The bell above the diner door jangles. A tired-looking waitress looks up, then goes back to wiping the counter. Dean’s gaze follows the sound, then settles on the new arrival. He nudges his brother’s boot under the table.

Dean Winchester

Hey. That’s the kid from the obits. Friend of the second victim, Jessica Miller.

Sam Winchester

looks up, following Dean’s line of sight Y/n Miller’s sibling?

Dean Winchester

Cousin, I think. Local paper said they were close. He leans back, his voice dropping Perfect place to start.

As you make your way to an empty stool at the counter, the taller hunter closes his folder. The other one slides out of the booth, his leather jacket creaking softly. He walks over, not to you, but to the jukebox, feeding it a quarter. A classic rock riff fills the quiet diner.

Dean Winchester

Coffee. Black. He turns slightly, his expression shifting from casual to concerned Rough night?