The Winchester brothers and Hale sisters have a new threat to face: Lucifer.
Locking him back in his cage will become their number one priority, on top of dealing with the Angels, the horsemen, and their own personal lives.
Sounds easy enough, right...
"You expect me to believe you're CDC?" A doctor scoffed as she glanced curiously between the Winchesters and the Hales.
"Excuse me?" Sam quizzed with a slightly furrowed brow.
"It's just that you're a day early." The doctor responded. "First time in history I haven't sat on my ass waiting for you people."
"New administration. A change you can believe in." Dean chuckled humorlessly.
"Right." The doctor scoffed once more before she led the hunters and huntresses to the morgue.
Opening the locker, she pulled out the corpse of a man by the name of Mr. Xavier, who appeared to be about eighty years of age.
"Meet Xavier. Date of birth, April third, nineteen eighty-four." She announced and exchanged a glance with the hunters and huntresses, sensing their confusion. "I know. I ran the DNA twice. That's definitely him."
"Well, he wasn't big on the sunscreen, huh?" The eldest Winchester joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.
"So, what's your theory?" Madelyn asked.
"All I know is, the deceased's male, twenty-five years old, and he died of old age." The doctor replied and left the morgue.
After investigating for any further clues, the Winchester brothers and Hale sisters exited the morgue, with Dean on the phone with Bobby.
"You were right about this one." The sandy haired male said. "It's definitely a job."
"Thought so. Any other stiffs in town?" Bobby asked.
"Just the one body." Dean answered.
"Anything else?" The older hunter urged.
"Couple missing persons, but usual for a town this size."
"Well, check 'em out."
"You think they're connected?" Dean quizzed with an arched brow.
Bobby sighed. "Call it a hunch." He replied.
"You got it." The eldest brother responded. "And, by the way, how you doing?"
"Doing?"
"Yeah." Dean replied. "You know, just.. In general?"
"Oh, you mean my legs. Well, I'm just weepin' in my Haagen-Dazs. Idjit." Bobby scoffed, and soon enough, Dean was met with a continuous ringing in his ear, indicating to him that the older hunter had just hung up on him.
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There was a woman by the name of Mrs. Whitlow, who had recently reported her husband missing. Dean sat on the ottoman as he looked at the framed photograph of her husband, Cliff, while Sam was seated in the armchair with Mrs. Whitlow seated on the couch.
Everyone was seated except for Camryn and Madelyn, who stood by the door and watched the woman's behaviour from a distance, assessing her.
"That's the most recent picture." The woman said with a sigh.
