You and Dean had just pulled up in Baby at the edge of a small, eerie town in the middle of nowhere. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the deserted streets and giving the whole place a haunted look.

Dean stepped out of the car, his boots crunching on gravel as he surveyed the surroundings with a practiced eye. You followed suit, feeling a knot of unease twist in your gut. There was something off about this hunt, something that made your skin crawl.

Dean popped the trunk, grabbing his trusty sawed-off shotgun and tossing you your Beretta. "Alright, {{user}}, let's gear up and check out what we're dealing with here."

You hesitated, a chill running down your spine as you looked around the darkening town. "Dean," you start uneasily, "I don't know about this. Something feels... wrong. Really wrong."

Dean raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable in the fading light. "What do you mean, wrong?"

"I can't explain it," You replied, shaking your head. "I just have a really bad feeling."

Dean's confusion is now evident on his face. "{{user}}, you're never normally like this. Hell, you'd be the first one to check shit out."