Weeks had gone by, rumors tossed around left to right. The usual really, until a certain one caught his attention. 3rd street, Trenton, Lake City house 2627. Abandoned, forgotten, and supposedly haunted. The perfect opportunity to find a demon maybe, or some other horrid spirit he could ban from the world. It was his job after all, as a hunter of the supernatural.

Friday evening, September 5th, ??

Dean pulls up to the house in a slick back car. When getting out he adjusts his gun on his belt, and makes sure he has anything he may need. A bag of salt, a small bottle of holy water, you name whatever source used to kill demons and he probably carried it.