Crossroads - Supernatural Rewrite

Shadow

The Impala rumbled to a stop across the street from an apartment complex, it's engine cutting off with a low growl.

Sam, Dean, and Kat stepped out, each dressed in matching navy-blue uniforms, complete with embroidered patches reading Security Solutions Inc. The outfits were convincing enough, but Kat still tugged at the stiff fabric of her shirt, rolling her eyes.

Dean popped the trunk, grabbing a well-worn toolbox and slamming it shut.

He scoffed, shifting the weight of the toolbox in his hand. "You know, I've gotta say, we did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a high school drama dork." His smirk widened as he glanced at Sam. "What was that play you did? Our Town? Yeah, you were good, it was cute."

"Wow. You never told me you did theater." Kat said, nudging him with her arm.

Sam groaned. "Look, you wanna pull this off or not?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "I'm just saying, these outfits cost hard-earned money, okay?"

Sam scoffed. "Who's?"

Dean shrugged. "Ours. You think credit card fraud is easy?"

Kat shook her head, stepping ahead of them toward the building's entrance.

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The apartment door creaked open as the three of them stepped inside, following the landlady. The air was thick with the lingering scent of bleach, the carpet in the living room still stained with dark, dried patches of blood.

"You said you were with the alarm company?" the landlady asked, eyeing them skeptically.

"That's right," Dean said smoothly.

She scoffed. "No offense, but your alarm's about as useful as boobs on a man."

Dean barely held back a smirk, exchanging a quick look with Kat. "Well that's why we're here—to see what went wrong and stop it from happening again."

Kat casually questioned the landlady about the body, learning that the victim, Meredith, had been missing for a couple of days before she was found. There were no signs of forced entry—the doors were locked, the windows secured, and the alarm still on. Nothing in the apartment seemed disturbed except for Meredith herself.

The landlady grimly described Meredith's body as being in pieces, like a wild animal had done it, which confirmed what Kat was already thinking. This was not the work of a human.

"Ma'am, do you mind if we take some time? Give this place a once-over?" Sam asked politely.

The landlady shrugged, "Go right ahead, knock yourself out."

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Dean crouched by his open toolbox, pulling out the EMF meter. "So, the killer walks in and out of the apartment—no weapons, no prints, nothing,"

Sam replied in a low tone, "I'm telling you, the minute I found that article, I knew this was our kind of gig."

Kat leaned against the counter, watching the meter with narrowed eyes. "Did you get anything from the cops?" She asked, nodding at Dean.

Dean smirked, "Yeah, yeah. Spoke to Amy, a charming, perky, officer of the law."

Kat sighed slightly, "Great and what did Amy tell you?"

"Well, she's a Sagittarius, she loves tequila—I mean...whew. Oh and she's got this little tattoo—"

"Dean," Sam interrupted, exasperated.