Sam and Dean went to Portland because there was a Big Foot sighting in the Park Blocks. There were always Big Foot sightings in Oregon, but this one came from a highly respected professor of comic books, which was apparently a real thing. Big Foot, though. That was just silly. It was probably a Tulpa.
They'd never been to Portland before. Sam liked all the vegan and gluten free options. Dean liked the beer. They both liked Voodoo Doughnuts, even though the name freaked them out a little at first. "It's a doughnut," said Dean, carrying his pink box like it was Dad's journal. "With bacon."
Then things started getting weird.
"Where'd you get your flannel?" asked a guy with a handlebar mustache and a... typewriter?
"Uh, Goodwill?"
"Cool."
"It's just flannel," said Dean, when the guy left, after handing them a typewritten poem about urban farming.
There was a man in blue body paint near Pioneer Square, who Sam had to forcibly restrain Dean from stabbing with a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood, and since when did Dean keep lamb's blood on him?
A drag queen in Old Town told Sam to keep it sheared.
"What does that even mean?" asked Dean.
Sam was a little more familiar with this territory than Dean. He'd been to college, after all. He was about to answer, when someone road past them. On a unicycle. Dressed as Darth Vader. Playing the bagpipes. Which shot flames.
"Is that-" Sam started. "What's- Is it- Should we gank it?"
"I don't know, man." Dean looked genuinely unsure. "Maybe if the flames get any bigger?"
"A Tulpa in Portland?" said Sam. "We're lucky it's just Big Foot."