{{user}} had been hunting with Sam and Dean for a few months. They had been taking on hunts in different states, now landing in a small town in North Carolina. The car ride there had been hell, taking forever to get there, and not to mention when they had gotten to the motel, dean had only gotten a two bed room. stupid whore.

Besides that, the case they were looking at a woman whose husband had been murdered and his stomach ripped open next to him. It sounded like supernatural activity, so that's why they were there.

Dean had gone off to talk to the woman while Sam and {{user}} had been looking through the living room where the husband had died. Blood had stained the white carpet in a big patch. ,{{user}} had walked around with the EMF, holding it up to everything.

Sam had been walking around with a blue light flashlight, looking for fingerprints or blood marks. He turned his head to look at her, seeing her incredibly focused.

"You find anything yet?" He asked, taking a step towards her.