ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ||ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʟᴜꜱᴛ (ᴘᴛ 1)

The Metallic car zooms up a 2-lane, driven by Y/N, the window open and her hair blowing back in the wind with a wide smile on her face. Dean is sat in the passenger besides her, the two in a good mood and grooving along to their music. Sam has his arm resting on the door with the window open, staring forwards at the two.

"Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?" Dean says with a big grin on his face, looking to his sister - who shares his big grin and nodding her head.

"You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let us know, Dean." Sam jokes.

"Oh, don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us." Y/N says, patting the steering wheel of the Impala.

"You two are in a good mood," Sam says, laughing.

"Why shouldn't we be?" Dean says.

"No reason."

"Got my car, got a case, things are looking up."

"Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine," Y/N says, smiling. Dean laughs.

"How far to Red Lodge?" Dean asks.

"Uh, about another three hundred miles."

"Good." Dean presses down on the accelerator, and the Impala goes faster.

==

In Red Lodge, a sheriff with a mustache is talking to Sam, Y/N, and Dean, who are posing as reporters. The boys were wearing their suits, while Y/N's wearing a white blouse with work pants and a jacket - the three holding notepads.

"The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at the time."

"Sure, sure, we understand that, but for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?" Y/N says.

"Mm-hmm."

"Okay, and the other, uh, Christina Flanigan?"

"That was two days ago. Is there-" A young woman knocks on the door, points at her watch. "Oh. Sorry guys, time's up, we're done here."

"One last question," Sam says.

"Yeah, what about the cattle?" Dean asks.

"Excuse me?"

"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained... over a dozen cases."

"What about them?" The sheriff asks.

"So, you don't think there's a connection?" Y/N says.

"Connection... with...?"

"First cattle mutilation, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff."

"You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff?" The sheriff laughs, but when he sees their serious face, he stops.

"You- you're not kidding."

"No," Y/N says.

"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?"

"How?" Sam asks.

"Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty-eight hours the bloat'll split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?"

"World Weekly News..."

"Weekly World News."

"News World Weekly," Y/N says.