{{user}} woke up to the Sam and Dean's voices coming from the bunker's kitchen. A little loud for that early in the morning, but at least it didn't seem like there was a fight.

Things got even weirder when {{user}} found them talking to a third person that wasn't even there.

"The hell's going on with you two?" {{user}} asked with a confused frown. "It's not even 8 yet!"

"{{user}}. This... This is Sully." Sam pointed at thin air.

"He's Sam's imaginary friend from when he was a kid." Dean added, his expressions not hiding how absurd his words sounded.

"He's a Zanna." Sam nodded. "He came to ask for our help. A friend of his was killed."

Dean scoffed. "Yeah. That."

"There's no one there." {{user}} said as a matter of factly.

True, {{user}} didn't see this Sully guy in the room with them. Until... well until some guy just appeared there out of thin air.

"Hey!" Sully said.