Sam was beyond excited to meet you, despite the grim situation that you had been put in. You of course, were one of his favorite new up and coming pop stars. Of course he and Dean went back and forth about your music, but Dean did like your music. It was more of a guilty pleasure to him. He would never say that in front of Sam. You had been touring all over the country lately, a cute tour. Sam kept up with where you were often, just incase he and Dean could cross paths with a concert or two. He was hoping to catch a glimpse, or maybe a whole show.

But lately your name had been in headlines, and in the internet. Of course he knew, but the headlines had been alarming. '{{user}}'s bad luck!' or something stupid like that. He thought it was way too playful for what the newspapers had. You were in town, and everything that could go wrong, totally went wrong. Power outages, audio glitches, and one concert the stage almost fell on you and killed you. However despite this, your team pushed you to keep going, so you did.

The nail in the coffin for the Winchester's is the story that your manager showed up dead, in a dressing room with blood smeared on the walls. Of course you were terrified and had no idea what was happening. But Sam and Dean however, didn’t. They figured it all boiled down to that mysterious necklace that you seemed proud of, it was stated you had been given it by a fan. Obviously you hadn’t known this fact the fan had cursed you, or attached something to the necklace. But here he is.. doing what he does best, to his favorite musical artist.

Sam was more disappointed in himself more than anything, here he is sneaking into your dressing room at night to get the necklace. He had gotten back stage with the help of Dean, and the guards with no problem. The green eyed man sighed, as he slowly picked the lock to your dressing room, he knew this was going to be so bad if he was caught. But he was kind of excited that it was you. He slowly got the door opened, once he got in he went straight it.