A few weeks ago, men started disappearing—later found dead, bodies turned inside out. Locals blamed bear attacks, but Sam and Dean Winchester knew better. Driving down the empty Road 86, they headed toward the small town where it all started.

Inside the high school, {{user}} walked the hallway beside her best friend.

“You okay, {{user}}? You look rough today,” her friend asked, worried.

“Just feeling blue,” {{user}} smirked. “I’ll be better soon.”

There was something off about her—skin too smooth, eyes too sharp.

Next period was PE. Dean, undercover as a coach, watched the students closely. He noticed {{user}} right away—too graceful, too magnetic. Boys couldn’t take their eyes off her. Dean’s instincts flared.

“Five laps,” he ordered, watching her run like a predator stalking prey.

From the hallway, Sam scanned an old police report. Glancing into the gym, he caught a glimpse of a shadow trailing behind {{user}}—something not human.

“Dean,” Sam spoke into the mic. “It’s her.”

“Figured,” Dean replied. “She’s not normal.”

Later that night, the brothers dug into town records. A touring band had played here weeks ago—the same night {{user}} disappeared for two days. When she returned, she was different.

“They sacrificed her,” Sam said. “A satanic deal for fame.”

Dean raised a brow. “And she survived?”

“She wasn’t a virgin,” Sam explained. “Instead of dying, she came back... changed.”

In her room, {{user}} stared into the mirror, lips blood red, eyes gleaming. Her reflection flickered as something moved behind her in the dark.

She smiled at a new message from a boy in class.

“Feeling blue,” she whispered. “But mostly... hungry.”