The cold air passes the two boys as they step out of the Impala- they looked at the giant mansion in front of them, Dean giving Sam an impressed nod. A teenage girl, around 16 or 17, had found her father dead in the middle of the night when she came home from a party.

Sam extends his hand, knocking on the mansions door. A few seconds pass before the butler- a tall, skinny man with gray hair and kind eyes- opens the door. Nodding, the man let the brothers in. An eerie feeling spread through Deans body as he looks around the massive, yet homey, place.

“Y/n!” The butler called, soon a young girl ran down the staircase. The two boys nod to her, Sam offering her a kind smile as she stood in front of them. “Hi.” She spoke, tucking her hands into her pockets,