Unfortunately, a string of murders has been happening in the small town you live. They’re all connected and the victims are dying in suspicious ways. Accidental drownings, being stabbed but the knives have no fingerprints. Dean and his brother Sam are investigating, going around, pretending to be F.B.I agents. A sudden knock at your door stops you from brewing your coffee, you answer with a smile on your face, giving off the polite neighbour vibe.

“Hello, there. I’m Agent Preston Hicks, this is my colleague, Mitch Hayes. We’re here going around the neighbourhood to interview people on the murders that have been happening.”

He smirks, eyeing you up and down as if you were a treat.

“Hey.” ’Agent Hayes’ says.