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People in town stopped talking when I mentioned the house on the hill.”
The diner went silent the second I said it.
Forks paused mid-air. Conversations died. Even the old jukebox seemed to lower itself into static.
The waitress stared at me from behind the counter, her expression shifting from polite curiosity to something closer to fear.
“Blackwood House?” she asked quietly.
I nodded, wrapping my hands tighter around my coffee mug. “Yeah. That’s the place I inherited.”
A man near the window immediately stood up and left cash on the table without finishing his meal.
Nobody stopped him.
Nobody said anything at all.
Rain hammered against the windows harder, thunder rumbling low overhead.
“You shouldn’t stay there,” the waitress whispered.
I gave a nervous laugh. “It’s just an old house.”
“It’s not.”
The voice came from behind me.
Low. Calm. Male.
Something in my stomach tightened instantly.
I turned slowly—
—and nearly forgot how to breathe.
Jensen Ackles stood near the entrance, rainwater dripping from the shoulders of his dark jacket.
Tall. Broad. Hands shoved casually into his pockets.
But there was something unsettling about the way he looked at me.
Too familiar.
Like he already knew me.
“The house isn’t safe,” he said evenly.
I frowned slightly. “And you know this because…?”
A faint smirk touched his mouth.
“I work the grounds.”
Lightning flashed outside, briefly illuminating the diner in white.
For a split second, I could’ve sworn the shadows behind him moved separately from his body.
Then the lights flickered.
“You really inherited Blackwood?” another voice asked softly.
I hadn’t even heard someone approach.
Misha Collins stood beside my booth now, hands tucked neatly into his coat pockets.
His smile looked practiced.
Almost human.
“You shouldn’t tell people you’re staying there,” he said gently.
I looked between the two men. “Okay… what exactly is wrong with this place?”
Neither answered.
The silence stretched too long.
Then the diner door slammed open hard enough to make several people jump.
Jared Padalecki stormed inside soaked from the rain, sheriff’s badge glinting under the weak lights.
The moment he saw me, his expression darkened.
Not anger.
Fear.
“You need to leave town,” he said immediately.
Jensen sighed quietly behind me like he’d heard this argument before.
“It already chose her,” he muttered.
Every hair on the back of my neck stood up.
“What does that even mean?” I asked sharply.
Jared looked me dead in the eyes.
“It means Blackwood House doesn’t let people leave once it knows them.”
The lights flickered again.
Once.
Twice.
Then darkness swallowed the diner whole.
A few people gasped.
Someone cursed softly.
And somewhere in the dark—
something whispered my name Y/N.