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Walking into the local bar, Y/N eyes scanned the room, taking in all the people. There were your usual too-drunk-to-walk types. The hookers. The people looking for a one night stand. Y/n come to this small, no-name town a few weeks ago, wanting to check out a possible ghost case. She knew that she could get through it within a week if it was a simple salt-and-burn.
Y/n could feel eyes following her, and not the kind that meant well. She had gotten used to ignoring the strangers' stares, gotten used to the catcalls, the threatening men looming over her every time she sat down at a bar like this; dingy, in the worst sections of town, and men that didn't like being told no. But
Y/n knew that this was also one of the best places to get information, after all, who would question a small girl after she bought them a few drinks?
Y/n sat at the bar, waiting to get the attention of a bartender.
That's when she noticed them. There was two of them, both so handsome it hurt. They were wearing cheap suits, and gave off a vibe that Y/n recognized all too well. They were hunters. One, who was so tall he might as well have been Big Foot, was in desperate need of a haircut, his hair falling below his chin. He had hazel eyes that pierced through anyone he was looking at. The other had sandy blond hair, and a smirk that screamed "I can get anyone in my bed in under a minute." His eyes were candy apple green, sparkling as he talked to the bartender, a red head with blue eyes. Thankfully, Y/n was close enough to overhear them talking.
"Is there anything else, anything at all, that you could tell us?" The taller asked, leaning forward slightly.
"Um, well, there is something, but it's not as strange as the other things going on..." The red head trailed off.
"If it's anything at all, it could help us greatly." Green-eyes chimed in, flashing the bartender an almost blinding smile. A bartender signaled to Y/n that they would be right with her.
"The last man, Jacob Trekker, he had been in here the night before he was murdered. He was usually very... Secretive. But that night, he had a few drinks too many, and started rambling on about how he got a doll for his niece, but that it kept moving."
"Do you know where Mr Trekker lived?" Big Foot chimed in.
"Oh, um, yeah he lived over on Cherry street, the big blue house. There's a small painting of a bear on the mailbox." (A/N: Does anyone else remember the show "The bear in the big blue house?" That shit freaked me out)
"Okay, thank you for your time" Big foot said, smiling. Him and Green-eyes got up, making their ways out of the bar. As they passed Y/n, the man with the green eyes glanced at her, freezing in his tracks.
"Dean? You alright?"
"Yeah, I just, I thought I seen someone... Nevermind, Sammy. Let's go." Green eyes, or Dean, shook his head. The bartender that signaled to Y/n walked over, a confused look on his face.
"Where did that woman go?" They mumbled to themselves. They shook their head, before going to tend to other costumers. As they walked away, a slight shimmer appeared, fading away to reveal Y/n, who had a look of relief on her face.
"That was close..." Y/n mumbled, walking over to talk to the red headed bartender, pulling out a fake FBI badge as she went. After all, she was hunter, and hunters were always prepared.