The girl was haunted.
In the normal world, that would mean she was emotionally distraught. In the Winchester world, though, that meant that she was soon going to die.
The Winchester brothers had decided to take a break from their crazy angel dealings, and have a little ghost hunt instead. Several dead girls in the past several weeks. All blonds. All from the same school. Easy enough. Already the two "frat brothers" Dan and Sean discovered the serial killing sex offending dead professor, and had zeroed in on the pretty blond lit major as the next victim. Well, Dean had narrowed in. On her pretty blond looks.
Claire Jackson was a little spooked and all, but she's read book on spooks and considered herself pretty prepared. Just stock up on salt, lots and lots of salt. But those frat boys toting the big hunting rifles all menacing in their leather jackets? Yeah, they were hot, but she did not need that shit while she was defending her life from Mr. Werber's ghost.
She's sitting on her bed, rosary in one hand and salt shaker in the other. She was never religious at all, but her grandmother's care packages usually consisted of superstitious trinkets rather than cookies.
Someone knocks at her door.
"I'm studying!" She yells, not studying at all but instead focusing very intensely on the wall.
"It'll just take a minute!" A gruff voice yells.
She grabs the industrial-sized salt beside the bed and opened the door, ready to throw it.
"Who the hell do you two think you are? Give me one reason why I should trust you to come inside here."
"Because we deal with this kind of crap all the time."
"Oh really?" She stares at their serious faces, "And what is that crap?"
"Have you seen this man lately?" The shorter one asked, showing her a picture of the dead professor.
"So you two are the reason behind all of this."
"No, no, you've got it all wrong. Our job is to get rid of all this. There is a ghost haunting you." The sasquatch reasoned.
"You two don't go here, do you."
"Nope."
"What are your names? Really?"
"Sam and Dean." The taller one says, "Listen, I know that all of this sounds crazy, but"
"No, it doesn't sound crazy. It sounds fucking cruel. I'm honest with you and you're mocking me? Just because I don't know who the hell you guys are doesn't mean I'm going to believe you're the Winchester brothers, come to save the day."
"The-wait, we didn't tell you our last names."
"You didn't need to! Sam and Dean? Winchester? Carver Edlund's Supernatural books? I ask you for a real name and you give me a fake. Either you're crazy or you're mocking me."
"No, we-I-the books are-"
"Dammit Chuck!"
The short one looks to the sky and glares.
The two are officially deranged.