Sam and Dean were working a new case. Another hunter put them on the case since he's been very much unsuccessful with catching whatever the hell was haunting the poor family.

"Hey... look at that." Dean nudged his younger brother's arm, his eyes pointing at the person sitting beside the living room window. The only one from the family that they still hadn't questioned.

Sam nodded and the two of them stepped forward. "Hello. I'm Agent Young. This is Agent Van Halen. We'd like to ask you a few questions." His tone was friendly and kind.

"You smell anything weird lately? Sulfur or I don't know... rotten eggs maybe?" Dean asked. "Or any cold spots around the place?"

{{user}} gave them a confused frown, not knowing what to reply to the so called Feds with their weird questions.

"Just routine questions." Sam shook his head. "Please if you could just answer, that'd be great."