Sam and Dean Winchester were used to odd things happening all around them. Hell, odd things seemed to follow them around. It was just another part of life to
them. The only thing that surprised either of the brothers now was when nothing "strange" actually was happening.
"Yep. Just a regular homicide. His mom was drunk, and she bashed his head in. She confessed to everything. Story checks out."
Sam shrugged as he loosened the tie he used to pretend to be FBI agent "Carter".
"She's crazy alright, but she's not a monster."
"Least not the kind we deal with."
Dean agreed as he rubbed his hands together.
"What's say we celebrate with a couple of beers, maybe some pie?"
He wiggled his eyebrows with a hopeful grin. Sam chuckled as they got back in the car.
They had dealt with everything imaginable by now. Ghosts, demons, even angels. Gods. Nothing fazed either of them and – ever since finding the Men of Letters'
bunker, they seemed more secure than ever before.
So they headed back to Kansas to await their next mystery, unaware of just how sinister it would become.