Dean and Sam had been working a case, specifically your case. A witch, putting hex bags on people killing them. The case had gave them both a bad feeling from the start but the feeling got worse when they met you.

Sam and Dean were walking to baby in their fake FBI suits after going to the last crime scene you had left for them, when they were met with you. Dean watched as you raised your head and immediately knew from the look in your eyes, her eyes she’s on the dark-side.

Dean hovered his hand over his gun tucked in his waistband while Sam held a dagger, to which you just smirked. “you boys are way over your heads”

They watched as you bit your bottom lip with a smirk, you were enjoying this. Dean spoke up his hand gripping his gun in the holster. “who are you?”