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Strange things were happening in your town, and with the recent occurrences, you were unaware of whether to stay in the house and lock all the doors, or to simply get out of Dodge. People seemed to be going crazy and killing each other all around you, and for the time being you were pent up in your home. It wasn’t a full town of apocalyptic scenery, but 7 deaths in the last week had you pretty shaken.
You were convinced it wasn’t something normal, but the news was trying to cover everything up. The most recent killing was caused by whom you believed was your best friend across the road, who had killed her whole family. She was thankfully behind bars, but you still felt the furthest from safe. If it could be your best friend, it could be anyone. This was the first time that you were conflicted about the fact that you lived alone - you were happy there was no one inside to kill you, but if you were to die in your home, you would probably just rot until the madness ceased and someone finally realized you were missing.
A knock was heard at your heavily locked front door, and the simple noise of it startled you, making you jump and spill a little bit of your morning coffee on the couch beside you. Quietly, you cursed to yourself, setting your coffee down and picking up the baseball bat that you had hidden next to the couch. You had a makeshift weapon in each room, depending on if someone had actually managed to break in and begin to attack you. Unfortunately, you had gone over the possibility that your assailant would grab the weapon before you would, but you did have them hidden enough that it would take a minute or two for them to stumble across.
You peeked meekly through the peephole of your front door to see two men standing in gray suits. They must have heard you, because you could hear one of them say, “FBI - just looking to ask a few questions.” He had a relatively gruff voice, and you were the furthest from convinced that opening your door was a good idea. Granted, you had never seen these men, so whatever was making everyone crazy in your area may have yet to affect them.
“Can you hold up your IDs before I open the door?” you asked cautiously, yet loud enough that the both of them could hear. As requested, they both showed their badges, reading ‘FBI’. “Thank you. Just a second, please.” You began scurrying your shaky hands to open each lock that you had put on your front door. Unfortunately, you would have still denied entry, but you were pretty sure you could be arrested for lack of cooperation. Once you had finished the last lock, you cautiously opened your door and motioned for them to come inside quickly, before proceeding to go through your locks once again. Both men looked at you peculiarly, but did not seem entirely bothered by your oddities.
As you finished, you looked up at both of them. The one man was quite tall, with soft brown eyes that you could barely take your eyes off of. The other man was shorter, and seemed like more of the player type based on your first glance. Out of the two, it was the player-looking male that introduced the two of them. You shook both of their hands, mentally noting the strong grip the two had, the taller one having a slightly more gentle approach at shaking your hand than the other.
“I apologize for my neurotic behavior,” you said, bowing your head and giving a light chuckle. “It’s just, I grew up here, and it seems like absolutely no one in this area is safe anymore. It’s like everyone here is growing dark eyed and killing each other.” You placed your hand behind your head, feeling as if you had said too much already, but set it down halfway to motion towards the living room. “I doubt you nice agents have much time, but please take a seat. I have a fresh pot of coffee if either of you would care for it.”
The two men retreated to your living room, but not before graciously accepting the offer of coffee. You walked into the kitchen, filling two mugs with coffee, and balancing them on a platter with clearly marked cream and sugar in case either of them had more of a sweet tooth. Heading out to the living room, you placed the platter on the coffee table and motioned that they were for them, while scooping up your own coffee mug that you had previously set down and taking a sip yourself.
The taller one was the first one to speak, after taking a sip of his own coffee. “So, you said dark-eyed,” he started cautiously, waiting for the nod that you gave, “What did you mean by dark eyed?” You watched as the two looked to each other, as if they had already pieced together something that you hadn’t known, and the taller one looked back to you, his brown eyes meeting your eyes. “Were you near any of the crime scenes?”
“The first one I had the displeasure of stumbling across,” you said with a little melancholy in your tone. “And you’re going to think I’m crazy - if you don’t already - when I say what I mean.” You laughed it off nervously, trying to stall yourself. “Black eyes, like they were not themselves anymore. Literal black eyes.” You shuddered at the thought, bringing the hand that was not busy holding your coffee to your other side, holding it gingerly.
The shorter man spoke next, saying, “Did you smell sulfur?”
You eyed him carefully, giving him a slight eyebrow raise. “So - you don’t think I’m crazy?” you asked cautiously, not waiting for the response before continuing on, saying, “Yes.” You remembered that smell of sulfur way too well, as it almost burned your lungs, searing the inside of your nostrils with its strength.
“Do you believe in monsters?” the tall one asked you cautiously.
You shrugged. “I haven’t had a reason to, but it’s possible, and this makes me think it’s likely,” you admitted, biting your lip lightly. “I haven’t even been out of my house since that day, but...I am not entirely convinced a monster is going to use the front door, either.” You chuckled once again, softly, trying to give your best smile to the two. Your eyes couldn’t leave the tall one, something in his eyes beaconing you. There was some sort of safety in those eyes.
“Well, they are real,” the short one began, “and though we don’t know what Demons would want with your town, we will take care of it. You see, we are Sam and Dean Winchester, and we hunt these kinds of monstrosities. You’ll be safe soon.”
You smiled lightly at this, and the tall one handed you a card. “And if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call,” he said with a kind smile, handing you a card. There was just something about those eyes that you couldn’t stop looking at, but you graciously took the card from his hand with a smile.
The two men that you had just met both stood to their feet, thanking you for the coffee that you had given them. Dean, the shorter man, whispered something to his handsome brother, causing him to get a light, playful slap on the arm from Sam. It was humorous, but you felt a little disappointment as the two were getting ready to leave. Before they did, you walked them to the door, and they turned to say goodbye before heading out.
“Hope to see you again," you told Sam, lightly touching his arm shyly, yet flirtatiously. "On better circumstances, of course."
He blushed softly in return, nodding. "Stay safe, and I'll make sure to pop in to check on you before we go," he said with a bit of shyness in his voice. You couldn't help but stand upon your tiptoes, giving the man a gentle peck on the cheek before waving them both off. As you walked back inside, you locked your doors and stared down at the card that was still in your hands.
"Sam Winchester…" you murmured softly, in a thoughtful tone before you entered the number into your contacts on your phone.