NO WAY! The Winchesters?! You gotta be kiddin' me!

Hey everyone! :) It's my first try of writing stories (fanfics) Please be kind to me ^^ Feel free to comment and of course to follow me ;) Enjoy!

 The narrator is called Leyla Mitchles, she's 24 and works at a paint-ball-play-wood.

She has an apartment in in a city in Illinois called Breese and lives alone. She has one best friend called Jeana, who also works at the wood. Her parents died in a car accident when she was 17.

The 8th season of Supernatrual! It's like...I grew up with them. Crazy..

As I finished watching the latest episode of Supernatural I went to sleep. YAY, can't wait for work tomorrow...NOT! lol

*beeeep beeeeeeeeep beeeeeeeeeep *

mmhhm! Who's calling me in the middle of the night?!

Me: Wtf?! Who dares to call me at this time?! 

Jeana: Leyla you kidding me?! It's almost 9 a.m.! Where the hell are you?! Don't tell me you overslept again?! 

Me: WHAT?! 9 a.m. ?! Seriously??? Fuck, I'm on my way! Tell my boss I'm coming!

*hangs up*

I dressed as fast as I could,put some concealer under my undereyecircles, grabbed some supermarket waffles and ran outside. 

I have my licence but in spring I prefer to take my bike and get some fresh air while I drive to work.

As I was driving, I saw a crime scene at a house. Wait! I know that house! It's Mrs. Kintlay's, the old widow who makes awesome pies all the time and gives me some,on my way back from work!

There were standing a couple of cops and two men in suits. 

No way...please god let her be okay! I really liked her..NO! I have to stop and see what happened. I turned the bike around and drove back.

Me: I'm sorry? What happened?! This is Mrs. Kintlay's house! Please tell me what happened! I started having tears in my eyes.

The shorter one of the men in suits: Uhhm..I'm sorry to tell you that she died a few nights ago. May I ask who you are and how you knew Mrs. Kintlay? 

Maan was he hot...

Me: I'm Leyla Mitchles, I live a few houses away..she always gave me pies she baked...

Shorter: Pies? Were they good?  *the taller one coughed, well just acted.

Taller: Well Ms. Mitchles, we're sorry for the loss. 

Me: Please, call me Leyla and ya.. me too. Are you inspectors or something?

Taller: Ok, Leyla. No, we're from the FBI. I'm agent Miller and this is agent Brings. *both show their IDs.

Me: Wow, why the FBI? Is it more than just a death?

Shorter: Well the last few weeks some crimes happened which all have the same connections and we were in town so we thought we'd stop by and check on it.

Me: Oh! Ok...well if you need anything, it would be my pleasure to help. *the shorter one was kinda checking me out.

Shorter: Oh yeah! I'm sure you can help, you know..since you've known her we need to ask you some questions and all. How about you give us your number and we call you then?