"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Sam asked his older brother again, looking at him out of the corner of his eyes. "We have no idea who this person is, and they might not even be a person in the first place."

"Ah, calm down, Sammy; whatever happens, we can handle it. We just gotta ask if they saw anything." He reaches up and knocks his knuckles against the wooden door.

There was this small cabin out in the middle of nowhere in the woods, pretty small, and Sam and Dean wanted to see if the owner had noticed anything strange happening as of late.

There had been some disappearances in town, which is why.

When the door opened, Sam was the one to start talking but Dean sniffs at the air. "Oh, wow, that smells good, what're you making?" Sam gives him a silent look of judgment because dude, why?