It was a cold, silent night in the small town of Cedar Ridge, the kind of night where the wind howled through the trees, bringing with it an unsettling feeling. You, a longtime hunter, were leaning against the hood of your car, staring up at the full moon above. You were tired, but your eyes remained alert, watching for any movement around you. The beams of an approaching car’s headlights pulled you from your thoughts. You knew who was behind the wheel even before the vehicle stopped beside you. Sam Winchester. He got out of the car, his brown eyes meeting yours in an instant. “[Your Name],” he greeted you, his voice soft but serious. “We have a problem.” You arched an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. “Problem of the demon kind, or the kind that involves…?” “Of all things, a party,” he replied, sighing. “We have to pretend to be a couple.”