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Present Day…
Ducking the police tape, the three men proceeded into the dark eerie alley. Dean swept his homemade meter three times over the crime scene area. After the fourth, his frustration caused him to speak.
"I got nothing- No EMF, no ectoplasm, no cold spots, not sulfur, nothing."
"It just looks like a crime scene," Bobby blurted.
"Maybe the thing hunting is not our kind of gig," Sam added.
"We'll it could be some nut job, but I got to say no way. This person is either one of us or one of them. You don't go after hunters like these guys and Bobby unless you got some skills."
"Something's not right. That's for sure. Boys this just doesn't feel right."
"Bobby, see if you and Sam can get some info from the morgue on this guy. I'll finish looking around here- not that I expect anything." Dean tossed Sam the keys. "Hey don't forget to pick me up on your way back." Dean yelled.
Bobby looked at Sam. "Did you tell him the plan to leave?"
"I didn't I swear."
"Ha" Dean rolled his eyes and continued to look for any clues. Behind him, Sam and Bobby roared away on their own mission. Dean rubbed his hands over his forehead. His tongue darted over his lower teeth and he let out an exasperated sigh. Thankfully it was a short back alley, so he would be finished before Sam and Bobby returned.
He voyaged down the short space, inspecting every piece of pavement. Nothing seemed out of place. Dean's aggravation grew.
Finally, Dean approached the last building on the alley's block. The Dragon's Arm Inn sign hung askew and squeaked at the slightest breeze. The city had forgotten and abandoned this structure long ago and the backdoor had blackened over the years with the soot of the city. To other eyes, the building would look to be empty and unwanted, but one look at the backdoor entrance way told Dean otherwise. The door had scrapped a pattern into the years of built up dirt. Dean crouched on the ground and fingered the dirt groove. It was deep yawning rut that showed the door had been used frequently.
"You shouldn't be such as nosy boy, Dean," a voice said behind him.
Dean whirled in time to see a large rod sheer the side of his head and collapsed against the dilapidated door.