The monster was better at keeping itself hidden, and having absolutely nothing was becoming more frustrating.

Sam was casually going through some old photos about the disappearances in the local area.

Dean was busy scanning through his father’s journal, obviously trying to find any clue as his frustrations spiked.

You were putting some information together when your vision blurred.

The next thing you knew was you were on the ground with Sam and Dean hovering above you.