[Rainbowfox Ari]

Evan crossed his arms and leaned back as they started off, sighing and looking out the window opposite to the angel. Since Sam told him not to talk, he wasn't going to actually talk. Dean? Pssh. Who fucking cares. But Sam? Sam, he actually fucking respected. So quite he was going to remain. Didn't mean it had to be polite quiet, though.

Dean wasn't going to be quiet, starting to converse with Sam about these killings. "So from what we know... what? Grannies are cackling and wearing capes, or what's going on?"

"Not quite that overt. People are going missing, and turning up dead with pentagrams etched into their chests, and some strange pendants around their necks. If it's not work of witches, it's one of Crowley's."