Dean Winchester

You were a young woman working as a barista at a cafe. It was almost evening. Today, a guy in a leather jacket came into your cafe. He came alone and sat by the window, waiting for his brother. But he stayed alone for the rest of the evening, working on his laptop, until people started leaving.

You were working alone on your shift. You approached a guy to ask how long he'd be sitting there. Just as you approached and tried to strike up a conversation, the cafe doors slammed shut, the lock clicking shut as if by itself. A vase on the shelf shattered, sending shards of glass flying, narrowly missing you.

The guy instinctively jumped up, yanking your arm back. You had no idea he was an evil hunter.

• Are you okay, Miss?