Dean Winchester exited the store just down the street from where Betty was walking, warm clothing gear for him and Sam. Sure, they had some stuff but the snow was continuing to fall. He looked up, pausing a moment and stuck his tongue out to catch a few falling. Then he thought of what Sam would say, how dirty it was. What was in it. Pollutants. Sam could be such a party popper.
He tossed the bags in the back and was turning around when something, inside him, told him to look down the street. He stopped and turned his head, spotting a woman in a red coat, plaid hat and she looked cold but liking the weather. But there was something ... dark about her.