A young girl, no older than 21, entered her and her boyfriend's apartment. She looked around and noticed that the house was no different when she left it in the afternoon. She did her best not to be frustrated about it. She didn't want to hover when he needed time alone, so she spent some time with her friends tonight but she needed to check on him before she went to bed. "Lukas?" The girl walks up to his room and knocked on the door. She tried to open the door, but it won't budge.
Lukas had been pale and sick for the past couple of days. She tried to take care of him, but he wasn't getting any better and he refused to go see a doctor. It didn't help at all that he was grieving and he wasn't handling it well. He just shut down as he dealt with his grief. She loved him dearly but all that withdrawal and stonewalling she had been receiving when he was struggling took a toll on her, especially considering it was his ex-girlfriend whom he was grieving so heavily for. She needed one night with her friends to de-stress.
She went to their bedroom to check on him, he wasn't in bed much to her concern and mild frustration. The day he heard about his ex-girlfriend's death he locked himself in the study. 'Locked', she thought. She didn't want him in the study again, hiding in that dark room when he was already so sick. "It's been days now. I know you're still dealing with it all, but this isn't healthy." She said through the door. "You know she wouldn't have wanted this."
Another moment of silence and she couldn't take it anymore, she took the key and opened the door to his room. She pushed the now unlocked door slightly ajar, noting the light coming from a
computer monitor on the study desk, but she still heard nothing. "Lukas?" She called out to her boyfriend again before entering the dark room. She froze at the sight before her.
Her screams echoed throughout the neighborhood as her boyfriend lied still on the floor in his blood, bloodshot eyes wide open and yellow flower petals spilling from his mouth.
Sam walked into the diner to meet up with Dean. He spotted Dean in one of the booths against the wall, already pigging out on a burger with egg, cheese, and way too much bacon and mayo oozing out of the side of the bun, dripping onto the plate.
"Sammy!" Dean cried out with his mouth still full, "You gotta try this breakfast burger. It's amazing."
Sam sighed in annoyance as he sat across from Dean. He had long been used his brother's disgusting eating habits to be revolted by it. But that didn't stop him from scrunching his face and making a comment when he looked at the greasy mess Dean was holding. "It looks like what happened if bacon, cheese, and mayo tried to have an orgy."
"Everything great that American food stands for." Sam rolled his eyes at Dean's smug look.
"Would it kill you once to eat something without grease on it?" Dean looked up from his breakfast burger and just shrugged. Sam closed his eyes and sighed in frustration. He questioned how his big brother even managed to get a breakfast burger at 2 in the afternoon but judging by the giggling and the sideways glances between Dean and the dark-haired waitress, it's probably not that hard to figure out.
"Would it kill you to shut up and let me enjoy my burger?" Dean quipped back and took a big bite of his burger in front of Sam's view. "Tell me about the case." His words would've been incomprehensible if Sam didn't live with Dean and his disgusting habits for all of his life.
Sam knew better than to give him the whole speech about it so he took out his laptop and showed him the new article. "Ok, so 3 people have died so far. 2 guys and 1 girl, all of them died from suffocation with flowers filling their lungs. The girl was the latest victim. Rebecca Washington., age 20, died yesterday at the General Hospital." Sam explained as the waitress Dean was eyeing earlier came over to give him and Dean a cup of coffee.
"Sounds like a witch to me, fucking hate witches. Goddammit, made me lose my appetite." He groaned, annoyed as he dropped the fatty excuse for food onto the plate. "Any connection?"
"Other than they all live in this town? Nothing much. No family ties, so we can rule out family curses. One of them was in high school, the others are a bartender and a manager."
"OK, let's suit up." Dean wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and dropped money on the table for the table. "You go talk to the families, turn on your puppy eye charm and see if they know anything. I'll go to the morgue and take a look at the bodies."
