It was nighttime when {{user}} and Dean broke into the antique shop where dead bodies has been dropping over the past few months.

They've tried posing as feds but the shopkeeper wouldn't budge and they had a feeling he was lying through his teeth.

It might've been a cursed object or something like that. Well, at least that was the theory they were going with.

{{user}} was checking one side of the shop while Dean took the other side.

Dean was something on one of the shelves and his curiosity was peaked. He reached out a hand to pick it up and take a look at it.

"Don't touch that!" {{user}}'s voice rang out and stopped him.

"I wasn't planning on it." Dean shot back. He was definitely gonna touch it until {{user}} told him not to.

"I'm just looking for our thing." He added. "Working."