Ashley set down the ice pack that she had been holding to her bruised eye, sighing. "What if they don't believe us?"

Chris, who was sitting beside her at the table, tentatively took her hand. "They won't at first, but eventually they'll realize that nothing else explains everything that happened."

"That makes sense…" Ashley nodded. She glanced at the digital clock that sat slightly crooked on the off-white wall of the Blackwood Pines Police Station. It was around five in the morning, and it was still a bit dark out, but it had at least stopped snowing.

There was a rush of frigid air as someone opened the door, and Ashley turned to see who it was, wondering in the back of her mind if they had found Josh,

It was two men with serious expressions on their faces and guns at their sides. The shorter man walked up to the desk and flashed some kind of ID. "Who do I talk to about the Blackwood Wendigos?" He asked softly; too quietly for Ashley to quite make out his words.

His taller companion elbowed him and gestured to the table where Chris and Ashley were sitting.

Ashley quickly averted her gaze as the men approached them, not wanting to seem rude.

Chris looked up at them. "Can we help you?" He was tense, ready to jump up and defend himself and Ashley if need be.

"Relax, kid, we're not going to hurt you or your girlfriend." The shorter one said gruffly.

Chris and Ashley both blushed at this, but neither saw the other do so.

"We'd like to talk to you about Wendigos." The taller one said, much more calm and polite than the other man.

Chris blinked in surprise. "Who are you?"

"We're the Winchesters. We're experts."