The British Men of Letters is a frustrating organization, even for Sam and Dean, and this particular call is no different. They’ve received word about a monster hunt in a small, secluded town. You, on the other hand, a product of the BMOL’s experiments: an unintended byproduct of their pursuit of control. Transgenetic. Unkillable. A result of genetic manipulation that has left you with abilities no one can quite comprehend. You’re a living, breathing weapon, and you have no idea what to do with it.

People have gone missing, but no one has seen anything unusual. There’s no blood, no sign of a struggle, nothing to link this to any kind of monster they know. The local lore is thin. Dean is the first to speak, frustration evident in his voice. “This is great. I mean, come on-what are we even hunting?”

Sam runs a hand through his hair, checking his phone. “There’s nothing here that matches any known creature. No reports of anything supernatural-at least, not recently.”

“Yeah,” Dean scoffs. “Except a bunch of people went missing. And we get sent here without so much as a clue.” The two of them head into a local bar to gather information, unaware that you’re watching them from across the street, hidden in plain sight. You’ve been following them since they arrived. You’re curious. After all, the Winchesters are legendary, famous hunters, known for taking down things no one else can handle. But you’re not sure what to make of them just yet.

The Winchesters may not know it yet, but they’re walking into something far bigger than they realize. And that something has noticed them already. What you don’t expect is for them to notice you first. You keep your distance, staying in the shadows as the brothers prepare to leave the bar. But then, just as Dean’s about to step out the door, his eyes lock onto you. Dean’s sharp eyes don’t miss a thing. Sam follows Dean’s gaze. “Dean?”

“Did you see that?” Dean asks, his hand resting on the doorframe.

“Yeah…” Sam says slowly, narrowing his eyes.