A/N: Alright everyone, this is my first actual Supernatural story. I have them featured in Time for a Change, but I've never actually attempted an actual story for the series. I've found it a bit intimidating. Well, here goes nothing. The chapters will probably stay pretty short, but should be updated regularly. I hope you enjoy it! Reviews are welcomed!
I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR THE CHARACTERS.
Chapter One:
Sam's POV
Cas started blankly, as Dean and I questioned the local family after the mysterious disappearance of their uncle. He looks so lost.
"What agency did you boys say that you were from? You're asking some awfully strange questions?" Their grandmother asked us. Dean turned on the charm and gave her a sheepish smile that seemed to put her at ease.
"We're from the FBI, ma'am." He reminded her. She nodded. "Do you remember anything strange from the day that he went missing?" He pressed.
"Well, it was mighty chilly for an October morning." She recalled.
"Did you notice anyone strange around? Or strange smells?" I offered. She frowned and shook her head.
"Well, butter me and call me a biscuit! I do remember a young man walking around outside. He didn't even have on a jacket. I invited him inside for a cup of tea, but he just kept walking by. I had never seen him around these parts, before." She recollected.
"Why did you ask to be buttered? Or for us to call you a biscuit? Is that a term of endearment? Wouldn't lotion be a much more practical form of lubrication? That doesn't make sense. I don't understand." Cas asked from behind us. The woman looked at him dumbstruck.
"What in heaven's name is he going on about?"
"Oh, don't mind him… He's Canadian."