𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 > 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 {𝟏}

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The night falls, Sam Winchester and Karina Leone are alone in the motel room. They were researching a specific monster they discovered based on the clues from the afternoon. Sam was typing his way on the laptop while Karina was reading one of the papers on the table, eating her vanilla cake with white frosting.

She walked toward the trash bin, dropping an empty plate. She returned to her seat and she took her jacket, revealing a black off-shoulder blouse with her book in her hands. Sam sighed as he looked at Karina, slowly and surely.

Her wavy ponytail was perfectly set on the back of her head, along with her flawless bronze-skin figure covering her arms. Her nails were set, flipping through the pages of the book, pelite and toned. Her back leaned against the back of the chair, legs crossed. Her dark brown eyes focused, strolling on every sentence on the page of the book.

Her chest reminded him of breathing, in and out. In and out. In and out.

Brown eyes shifted to Sam who quickly moved his glaze on the laptop screen. Her eyes were capturing the essence of the person next to her. The veins from his hands reminisced the moment when she saw him shirtless in the rearview mirror. His eyes focused on the screen as the messy bangs were slightly covering his gorgeous hazel eyes.

His chest reminded her of breathing, in and out. In and out. In and out. Her eyes resumed on the page as the hazel eyes shifted his eyes again upon her, taking her beauty between the silence.

Dean Winchester entered the room at the moment that Sam was taking a look at Karina. "Something's wrong with the kids in this town."

"Yeah. Tell me about it." Dean walked into the room, taking off his jacket. Sam looked at the website when he asked his brother. "So, what do you know about Changelings?"

"Evil monster babies?"

"No, not necessarily babies."

Dean realized, "They're kids... Creepy, "stare at you like you're lunch" kids."

Karina responded, "Yes, sir. There's one at every victim's house." Sam passed a picture of the neighborhood including the red-circled houses.

The boys were setting up the kerosene torches on their own. Sam was sitting on the bed while Dean was sitting on the desk. Karina was still reading the book while she passed the tools in front of her without looking away from the pages to Sam behind his back.

Sam explained the research, "So, Changelings can perfectly mimic children. According to lore, they climb in the window, snatch the kid. There were marks on the windowsill at one of the kid's houses. Looked to me like blood."

"The Changeling grabs a kid, assumes its form, joins the happy fam just for kicks?" asked Dean.

Karina grabbed a tool and passed it to Sam without looking. She shook her head, "That's a fair inference you pointed out, Dean Winchester, but that's not entirely true. Changelings have one appetite: the mother. They feed on their synovial fluid. We noticed the strange bruises on the back of their necks. Changelings can drain them for about a few weeks before the mom croaks."

"And then there's dad and the babysitter--"

"Anyone who would in the way of their appetite winded up dead."

He held up the torch, "And fire's the only way to waste them?"

"One and only."

"Great." He set it back down, "We'll just bust in, drag the kids out, torch them on the front lawn. That will play great with the neighbors." Karina passed another tool to Sam the moment Dean put the torch in the bag besides. "What about the real ones? What happens to them?"