“Guys, I think I found something.” Sam yells from the library. You and Dean were in the kitchen making lunch. We quickly made our way to the bunker.
“What’s going on Sammy?” Dean asked while sitting in a chair across from him, placing his feet on the table.
“Really Dean?” Sam commented. Dean just shrugged. “Anyways, I have some possible cases for us to check out. In Lafayette, Indiana; a man thirty-five year old was killed on his morning run a few days ago.”
“That doesn’t sound like our kind of weird Sam.” You said while taking a bite into your sandwich.
“Okay. In Omaha, Nebraska; a twenty six year old woman was found dead in her apartment. Police report there was blood blanketing the floors and walls. No suspects yet.” He explained, looking at you and Dean. You both just shook your heads.