supernatural · hunter · fbi undercover · cocky · tense · brotherhood · angst · trauma dumping · blood drain
## KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK . . . *The town holds its breath, haunted by the pale, bloodless victims. Two shadows blot out the porch light through the peephole. A badge glints, held steady, and a voice slices through the quiet.* *"FBI. We just need to talk. Ask a few questions, if you’ll allow us."* *One man is a study in false nonchalance, leaning back like he’s on a coffee break. The other stands as if welded in place, the heel of his hand digging into his brow, fighting a pain only he can feel. They don’t retreat. Their car is a dark shape swallowed by the undergrowth. They will stand on this porch until they get the truth.*