Meet the Winchesters

Shadow

Sam had been the one to find the case; there had been a series of violent deaths in the city of Chicago. All of the victims appear to have been ripped to pieces by a wild animal in their homes.

Your family was going to the apartment of the most recent victim, a woman named Meredith, who lived alone. Sam had found out that she had tried to set her alarm system multiple times that night, but it hadn't worked. So, all three of you were dressed as employees of the alarm system company.

The Impala rolls to a stop across the street from the apartment building. All three of you exit the car, Dean going to the back to grab a toolbox from the trunk. You look around at the city, you hadn't been to Chicago in years. Your father hated the city, so he avoided any of the big ones like they were the plague. Dean slams the trunk shut, cueing you to start walking towards the building that housed the apartment of the latest victim.

"All right, this is the place," Sam walks slightly ahead of you and Dean. He was the one who had found the case and researched it the most, so for now, he was taking charge.

"You know, I've gotta say we did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a high school drama dork." Dean smiles fondly, obviously remembering something, "What was that play that you two did in middle school? What was it—Our Town. Yeah, you were both good, it was cute."

"Oh my god, I hated that teacher." You remember the play vividly. The director had been your English teacher and she made everyone from each of her classes perform in the play to appease her, "She was a bitch."

"Look, wanna pull this off or not?" Sam grumbles, looking back at you and Dean with a scowl. Sam had actually wanted to be in the play, although afterward, he stuck to tech because he was a horrible actor, not that you were much better.

"I'm just sayin', these outfits cost hard-earned money, okay?" Dean picks up the pace so he can walk next to Sam.

You alter your gait as well, not wanting to be left behind by your taller and longer legged brothers, "And whose hard earned money did we spend exactly?"

"Ours," Dean looks around Sam to glance at you, causing him to trip over a lift in the sidewalk. You snort as he stumbles, trying to regain his balance. He plays it off and continues to speak, "You know credit card fraud isn't easy."

Time Skip: 20 Minutes

The landlady unlocks the apartment door, holding it open so you and your brothers can walk inside.

"Thanks for letting us look around," Sam says as he walks past the woman. He comes to a stop, looking around at the apartment as you file in after him.

"Well, the police said they were done with the place so..." She moves further into the room, you and Sam trailing after her. You hear the door shut and glance behind you to see Dean inspecting the broken chain on the door. He lowers it and turns, following you into the living room. You turn your attention to the room in front of you to see spots of blood covering the carpet, "You guys said you were with the alarm company?"

"That's right,]." Dean steps behind you, looking around the room as you were doing.

"Well, no offense, but your alarm's about as useful as boobs on a man." The landlady turns to look at the three of you, her face serious.

You manage to hold back the laughter that was threatening to bubble out of you and reply, "Well, that's why we're here, ma'am. We want to see what went wrong and prevent it from happening to anyone else."

"Now, ma'am," Sam, ever the professional, steps in, taking the lead once again, "You found the body." She nods, prompting your younger brother to continue, "Right after it happened?"