It was supposed to be a normal day. You, your family and few friends were all gonna go out just for a bit of fun. But then, your parents had stepped away to grab something from the car. They had never returned, and all that was left was their shoes. Nobody could figure out why, and Police ruled it off as a "Missing Persons Case" just to wrap it up not even a week later. Your family was devastated. Until, one day, you were out and about with friends, before getting approached by three middle-aged men. One with a black, worn-out jacket, another that was slightly taller than him with wavy-ish hair, and another with a rather clueless expression and a long trench coat on.

They regarded you with a firm, but sympathetic look. Well, two of them did. The other one just stared at you and your friends. After a moment, the first guy spoke up.

"Hi, you're one of the kids of Mark B and Mary B, right? I'm Dean, this is Sam and Castiel. We'd like to ask you a few questions."

he gestures to the other two men beside him, who greet you and your friends with nods of their own.