𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 > 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 {𝟏}

𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐗

"Dean, I told you, I have nothing to do with-"

The door knocked and quieted their yelling at each other. Karina stabbed hard on the table, giving the boy quite tense after her threatening words. She walked to the door, looking through the peephole. She was smiling at who the visitor was, giving perfect timing.

She opened the door with a simple smile on her face. It was revealed Bobby Singer was on his way to help the trio's case. Karina said hello to Bobby, he smiled at her first.

"Hey, Boys. Karina."

She let him come into the room, saying their hellos to each other. Bobby noticed the red was fading on Karina's face, and her knife was stuck on the wood table.

He looked at Karina, and then to Sam, "It's good to see you again so soon."

Sam walked up to him with a grin on his face. "Yeah, thanks for coming. Come on in."

Karina turned her face to Sam and sneered. "He's already in, Captain Obvious."

Sam glared at Karina, and all Karina did was raised her eyebrows at him. Leaving Bobby suspicious of why they're sneering at each other. Including the fact that they have decent chemistry.

He looked up at Dean who approached him by shaking his hand. "Thank God you're here."

He looked at the trio, who was standing in front of him. "So um... what didn't you want to talk to me on the phone about?"

Sam explained, "It's this job we're working on. We weren't sure that you'd believe us."

"Well, I can believe a lot."

"Yeah, no, no, it's just, we've never seen anything like it."

Dean inferred, "Not even close."

Karina pointed out, "And we thought we could use some fresh eyes."

Bobby asked, "Well, why don't you begin at the beginning?"

Sam began to tell the story, "Yeah, um, all right.'

While Sam was talking to Bobby, he gestured for him to sit on Dean's bed. He noticed the empty tray on the bed and moved aside. Dean sat on the corner of Sam's bed, he offered a chair to her. She rolled her eyes, and took the offer, she sat on the floor cushion chair with her knees close to her. Sam grabbed the chair and sat beside Karina as he continued along.

"So, it all started when we caught wind of an obit. See, a professor took a nosedive from a fourth-story window, only there's a campus legend that the building's haunted. So, we pretexted as reporters from the local paper."

𝐒𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞

Sam and Karina were sitting at the table with a jock named Curtis, and his attractive friend named Jen. Karina set the voice recorder down on the table as students of the college proceeded to answer their questions.

Curtis informed them, "Yeah, we both had the professor for Ethics and Morality."

Sam asked, "Oh yeah, why did you think he did it?"

Jen answered with a preppy tone, "Who knows? He was tenured, wife, and kids. His book is like a really big deal. Then again, who's to say it was suicide?"

Curtis scoffed, "Jen, come on."

Karina shrugged her shoulders, playing dumb. "What else could it be?"

"Well, you know about Crawford Hall?"

Sam and Karina shared a look at each other. Clear-headed. Karina shook her head, "No, we don't actually."