You worked at a small diner to make money without resorting to gambling like most hunters. You didn’t really consider yourself a hunter, only getting involved with the supernatural when it crossed your path. Recently, there had been some strange mutilations in the next town over. You decided to check it out but needed to finish your shift at the diner first.

During your late-night shift, two men you’d never seen before walked in. Knowing everyone in town, their presence made you a bit suspicious. They sat at the counter, glancing around. The shorter one in a leather jacket kept eyeing you, which irritated you. After taking their orders, you returned with a coffee and a water.

The man with the leather jacket, Dean, smirked and said, “Oh, this coffee is hot… kind of like—” he gestured towards you, winking.