Meet the Winchesters

The Benders

After leaving Saginaw, Michigan a few days ago, you had caught wind of a possible case in Hibbing Minnesota. Apparently, a young boy witnessed some kind of kidnapping of a next door neighbor. According to the newspaper article, the boy reported that a monster had dragged him under a car. Both of your brothers had been reluctant to follow the case, as the boy was young and could've just been imagining things, but neither of them had found another case, so they reluctantly agreed.

That leads you to where you were right now. Standing in the living room of the boy, Evan, and his mother, Mrs. McKay, dressed as sheriffs, complete with the wide brimmed hats and brown fuzzy coats. You don't know how Dean even procured the three amazingly accurate costumes, and you didn't really want to know how.

Mrs. McKay was somewhere around the age of 35 and had light brown, almost auburn hair that fell to her shoulders. She had pale green eyes that had a motherly look to them. Evan looked remarkably like his mother, same hair color, and facial structure, although his eyes were a bit brighter in color than his mothers with more of a youthful playfulness to them. He looked to be around 10 years old.

"I know you're just doing your job, but the police have been here all week already." Mrs. McKay was not happy about you and your brother's presence in her small apartment. You can't blame her though, you would be annoyed after the first time the police showed up asking questions, let along the fourth or fifth time. "I don't see why we have to go through this again. The more he tells the story, the more he believes it's true."

Sam tries to reassure her, being ever the people person, "Mrs. McKay, we know you spoke with the local authorities..."

Dean interrupts your younger brother, trying to help him out, "But, uh, this seems like a matter for the state police, so..."

You almost roll your eyes at your older brother but manage to keep the feeling at bay. Instead, you turn your attention to the young boy watching the four of you, "Could you please tell us what you saw, Evan? No matter how crazy it might sound, we just want to hear what you saw firsthand."

"I was up late, watching TV. When I heard this weird noise." Evan jumps immediately into rehashing his story to the three of you.

"What did it sound like?" Sam questions, trying to prompt Evan to be more descriptive, knowing that even the smallest details could help you figure out if it was a monster or a human.

Evan considers the question, thinking for a few moments before slowly answering, "It sounded like...a monster." The three of you exchange a look, this might be harder than you all originally thought.

"Tell the officers what you were watching on TV." Mrs. McKay looks exasperated, she must've heard this story hundreds of time and probably had to remind Evan to give this detail each time.

"Godzilla vs. Mothra," Evan answers sheepishly as if he knew that the fact would discredit his story.

Dean smiles and begins talking excitedly, "That's my favorite Godzilla movie. It's so much better than the original, huh?" You sigh, sometimes Dean forgot he was supposed to be acting professional, and this was one of those times. Not that you didn't agree, that Godzilla movie was one of the best.

"Totally," Evan agrees, nodding his head enthusiastically. He seemed happy that someone agreed with his movie opinions.

"Yeah." Dean nods his head towards Sam, "He likes the remake." You scoff internally, you forgot that Sam had crappy movie taste, but now was not the time to be commenting on that, you had work to do.

"Yuck!" Evan cries out. You had a feeling that if Evan had been older, he had Dean would've gotten along quite well. If this went on much longer, you would have to reprimand your older brother. Sam beat you to it however, he glares at Dean and clears his throat, signaling him that it was time to stop. Surprisingly, Dean does stop.