*3rd POV*
Sam and Dean drive to HuntersBridge, Colorado. They arrive at a motel and check in a room. Sam has been looking at the case for awhile when he received the news headline on his laptop. "Dean, look. Another murder in the same house. This time, it's a guy."
Local Football player found dead in the Old Sanders House
Lucas Harrison, a football player was found drowned in the pool of the house. Witnesses say they heard him scream and by the time they reached him, he was dead. Police say there was no sign of a forced entry or other fingerprints not belonging to the students. He was last seen with his then-ex girlfriend, Hailey Garrett.
"Why is it always teenagers that are dying?" "Look up to info on Mr. Sanders. It could be his spirit. Something must've happened."
*Y/N's POV*
I knock on Lucas' ex-girlfriend's door. She opens the door and tears are streaming down her face. "Agent Williams. I know you've already spoken to the police but you didn't tell them everything," I say as I show her my badge. "Come in Agent." "So the other kids tell me that you were last seen with him."
"Uh yeah... I broke up with him before the accident... I was pretty mean to him." "What did you say to him exactly?" She takes a deep breath in and then back out. She explains to me what she said to me, with tears and snot. That poor guy didn't catch a break.
He had a scholarship to one of the best universities ever. I thank her for her time and I call up Bobby.
Bobby: Bobby Singer speaking.
Esme: so uh, Lucas was broken up with that same day. But that doesn't have any connection with the first victim.
Bobby: Esme. Well, maybe the boyfriend of Madeline has or had a connection with Lucas or the ex.
Esme: she did say that Lucas and Madeline's boyfriend were on the same team. But that doesn't explain why the ghost or whatever it is went after Maddie and not the boyfriend.
Bobby: well, how about you head to Madeline's boyfriend's house? Try to get some information.
Esme: roger that.
I hang up and sigh. I haven't hunted in awhile. Maybe I'm just rusty.
•••
I knock on Tanner's door. He opens it and I pull out my fake badge. "Agent Williams. You're Madeline's boyfriend?," I say. "Well, was but yeah. Look, I already spoke to the police." "I know you did. But I need full closure. The police don't tell us anything," I say. He lets me in and the hall is filled with portraits of him at his games.
Trophies made the walls shine like gold. Medals everywhere. "You must feel proud," I say as I take another look around. "Most of them are my brother's. So, what do the Feds want to know?" "What is your connection with Lucas?"
"Is that really necessary?" "Yes. I need all the information you can give me. It will help me find out who did this." "Well, I've known Lucas since we were kids. We played on the same football team." "And your connection with Madeline? Other than being her boyfriend." "She was Lucas's cousin. She came to every game we ever had."
"Is there anyone else that you talk to from your old team?" He nods. He hands me a list of the highschool's football team. "The ones that are highlighted are the ones that I previously played with." "When's the next party at the Sanders' house."
•••
11:25 PM
I sit in my Ford, watching as teens left and entered the house. I soon see a black Chevy Impala park right behind me. I see two tall figures walk out the car. The green eyed one approaches my side. "What the hell are you doing here, kid?," he says. "Kid? Who the hell you calling kid?!," I say.
"You." "Excuse you. I'm 29. Plus, I don't got time to be drinking and partying. Who sent you?" "Ourselves. Who sent you?" "Bobby Singer." "You know Bobby? You must be a hunter. You're here for the cases?" I nod.
I get out the car and grab my rifle filled with rock salt and follow the two men inside. The teenagers were distracted so we all split up. I see them making out in the halls as I approach the same room. I open the door and realize there's a doll, sitting on the ground. I look up and see that the dolls were missing.
I rush back downstairs. I can't find the guys anywhere and they're taller than everyone else. I give up and head back upstairs. I grab my EMF and it starts to go nuts. All of sudden, I hear screams.
I rush to the area where the scream is coming from. I see the two y'all make figures fighting. I go over and see that they're shooting at multiple dolls. "Dean! The holy fire!," the tallest one shouts. The other guy, I'm guessing, Dean throws a bottle and the dolls begin to burn.
The teens are running out of the house. The police sirens are louder as they approach the house. "Find Mr. Sanders' body! It's in the basement in a coffin!" I run back inside and rush downstairs when I trip and I'm knocked unconscious.
•••
I wake up and I hear someone chuckle deeply. "I love being able to possess anything to give people a scare. You should've seen your face." The male's eyes turned black and I knew that he was a demon. "You don't remember me, sweetheart?" His minty breath.
"Damien." He smirks and kisses me. I refuse. He pulls away and squished my cheeks roughly. "You son of a bitch!" Someone stabs him and he falls lifeless to the ground. I see Dean and he releases me.
•••
We ride back to Sioux Falls, South Dakota to Bobby's place. I place an ice pack on my head. I learned their names. Sam and Dean Winchester. I heard my uncle talk about them constantly when he would come visit. I fall asleep in the back seat, wishing that everything was different.
•••
2:45 AM
I'm sitting on the old, ripped couch with a cold beer in my hand. I see Dean walk in and he sits next to me. "I didn't catch your name back there." "Esme. You can call me Es or E for short." "You know, you're pretty good." He chuckles and we lock eyes.
