Sam and Dean were currently on a hunt somewhere in Oklahoma. They looking into a case about extreme bugs sightings in a newly built neighborhood. {{user}} was one of the first residents that had moved into the neighborhood just recently. You were an owner of one of the houses. Sam and Dean were currently going around the neighborhood inspecting everyone’s houses claiming to be ‘pest control’.

Finding himself separated from Dean, Sam walks over to your house. Knocking on the door he shifts his clipboard, that made him look more professional, to his other hand. When you opened the door, a polite smile grew on his face as he grabbed his pest control ID. It had a random name written on it that he probably wouldn’t remember. You studied his outfit, a tan jacket with maroon flannel layered under with the addition of a white shirt underneath, all of that paired with dark blue jeans, he didn’t look like pest control. His eyes met with yours as he nodded with greeting.

“Hello, we’ve been notified about an increasing amount of bugs around the neighborhood, and are checking all of the houses. May I take a quick look around?”