Another day, another case. This one was a cold one. There were no current active cases that the Naturals were currently working on, so to keep his mind occupied, Dean flicked through one of the cold case files.

It had been a few hours in the library, and he had gotten so enticed by the case, he had barely noticed his girlfriend sneaking up behind him. “Four kills. Four months.” Dean states, his form of greeting. He holds the file up, showing the victims.