"So you're telling me, that we have to go undercover at some fancy dinner party full of snobby, stuck up rich people. And we have to wear a suit, and a dress."

"Pretty much, yeah. It's being hosted by Adiline and Tyler Hoover so, definitely yes."

"C'mon. Really? A suit. I don't do suits. Or shorts."

I chuckled at his constant whining.

"Well too bad. I already got them, black dress with some jewelry, and a black suit. Now we just need to get back to the motel and change, look... decent, and then go."

"Really? Oh I hate you."

"Love you too, now come on. The more you whine the more I'll get to drive."

I jumped in the Impala, while Dean got in the passengers seat, still whining.

We got to the motel, changed, even though I took a little bit longer, doing make up and hair and all that jazz.

"Okay. We're ready to go."

He nodded and we walked to the Impala, driving to the Hoover's place. It was an open house, and open to the richer of the public, so we just have to walk in and look for anything the Hoover's may have vengeful wise, maybe even ask around.

We parked the Impala, then proceeded to walking inside.

"I hate suits. So tight." Dean kept whining and I elbowed his side.

"Try to at least act a little sophisticated. Not like the burger pie obsessed junkie you are."

Dean raised his brows in almost hurt, then followed me the rest of the way inside. We both split up, he'd look for clues and I'd walk around.

I went up to a teenage girl, maybe around nineteen years old. She was sitting next to a picture frame with flowers everywhere. I gasped turning around, and only a few seconds later Dean called, and I answered.

"Hey. Got anything?"

"Oh I got something alright. This isn't an open house, we are total idiots. It's the funeral for the Hoover kid. Danny."

"Well, it does explain why everyone's wearing black and white."

"Maybe yeah. Okay, you keep looking. I'm gonna keep asking around."

"Alright."

"And Dean."

"What?"

"Don't do anything stupid. At least have some common sense."

"No promises." He joked and then hung up. I stuffed my phone into the pocket that my dress surprisingly had.

I walked over to the girl who was sitting by the picture frame. She was still crying and occasionally caressed the picture frame. I walked over, sitting a seat next to her. I attempted to form a sincere expression, even though I had no clue who Danny was.

"Are you gonna be okay?"

The girl nodded in between tears, wiping them away.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I've lost people before. This isn't anything new."

"Yeah, I know how you feel. May I ask, how exactly did Danny die?"

"Oh, well. Danny and I were engaged, and he was taking me to my favorite spot in the woods, it was secluded, but had a cute little white bench and a beautiful pond with a cave and a waterfall. I told him I'd want to get married there, and be buried there. And one day we went there, and this man... This thing... Threw a knife at the window, it sent glass flying. When that didn't work, he broke the window, grabbing Danny and dragging him through the woods. I heard screams, ran after him, and found him dead. He had, no face. Not at all. There was a note, next to him. It said "6 days complete cycle." Weirded me the hell out."

I nodded.

"Did anyone believe you?"

"No. They all think I'm crazy. I've seen crazy and I know I am not crazy."

"Yeah, well, I believe you. Danny was such a good guy. It's such a shame, really."

She sadly smiled, then I got up and walked off. I turned the corner and walked into a hallway, hiding from others. I dialed Dean and waited until he answered.

"Yo."

"Y- nevermind. So, I talked to this girl, she was Danny's fiancee. Apparently Danny was mauled not murdered. According to the girl he was dragged off and found with no face."

"Any idea what it could be?"

"Vengeful spirit maybe? I got no clue. Now we just need to research cases about anyone with the last name Hoover. Then we can find out where it started and go from there."

"Alright, sounds good to me. When do we go?"

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)? Hello? You there?" (Y/N)?"

I froze, the clicking sound of a gun range in my ears. My breathing got heavy and staggered, and I was in shock.

"(Y/N)?"

I still had the phone to my ear, and I whispered with a voice crack.

"F- funky Town."

"What?"

I spoke a little louder.

"Funky Town."

I heard Dean mumble a 'dammit', then the gun got closer to my head.

"Put the phone down, now."

"Why?"

The pushed the gun closer and grit their teeth.

"Not a wise question to ask, now put. it. down."

I did, holding completely still. I waited a few minutes until I turned around and knocked then over, hiding behind a dresser. The man got up, looking all around and repeatedly fired the gun. The gunshots were loud enough for people to start screaming from downstairs and up.

I waited until the gunshots faded away and began to walk slowly and quietly. I yelled in pain as a bullet hit me right in the side and I kept walking away. The man fired again, this time on my shoulder. I winced, then turned around.

"You're really asking to die aren't you?"

He smirked.

"No. Just waiting to pull out this."

I turned around, firing my own gun at his head, knocking him dead. I smiled when he fell over.

I coughed, a little bit of blood trickled out. I laughed.

"Dammit why do I have to be do stupid."

I walked around the halls, limping and holding my side. I looked everywhere, trying to find Dean.

"Please don't be shot. Please don't be shot. Please don't be- oh thank God."

I smiled, relieved when I saw Dean walking, asking all the panicked people questions. One for the people pointed to me, making Dean snap his head around and start running this way.

"Where were you?! You scared the hell outta me! Funky Town? Seriously?"

"Well it was kinda the only thing I could do in the-" I winced. "the situation. I had a gun to my head!"

"Yeah, you're right. Sorry."

"Its fine. The guy with the gun's dead, we should get outta here now."

"Okay. You good?"

I didn't answer, just began slumping my way to the door to leave.

"(Y/N)? You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little bullets that's all."

"You got shot didn't you?"

"Yeah. Let's just get back to the motel, I can get cleaned up, we can sleep, and then leave. Best we hit the library in the morning and check out murder records."

He nodded, this time getting in the driver's while I slumped in the passengers seat. We drove to the motel where I got changed and cleaned myself up, then we took showers and went to bed.

Tommorow, we hunt this son of a bitch.

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