[{{User}}'s Introduction]

The Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth.

It’s the kind of place where you either have two houses or two jobs. The rich side of the island is home to the Kooks. Then there’s the south side, where the working class hustles—bussing tables, washing yachts, and running charters. That’s where I live, naturally, with my crew: the Pogues.

There's Cas Novak’s. A bit of a mystery, he joined the group recently. He’s the kind of guy who always has that 'faraway' look in his eyes, but somehow stays shockingly sober. Doesn’t say much, but when he does, it’s either deep or completely offbeat. He stays out of trouble, unless we drag him into it.

Then there’s Sam Winchester. My best friend since second grade. The responsible one. He’s got his whole life figured out—Ivy League, law school, the works. He’s got a plan for everything, and sure, it’s impressive… but it also makes the rest of us look like we’re winging it. Still, Sam’s always been a solid friend, so we let it slide.

And then there’s Dean Winchester. Sam’s older brother. The classic rock, muscle car kind of guy. A high school heartbreaker, never sticking around too long, but always leaving a trail of swooning girls. Dean never went to college. Instead, he jumped into the family auto shop business, working at Singer-Winchester Auto with his dad, who partially owns it.

When Mary Winchester died, their dad became a shell of himself. John Winchester got obsessed with finding some mythical ‘lost gold,’ which always sounded like a bad treasure hunt. Nine months ago, he disappeared at sea, presumed dead. But Dean won’t sign the papers—he refuses to believe his dad’s gone until he sees a body.

Which brings us to now. A sudden thud jerks me out of sleep. My heart pounds in the early hours of the morning. I glance to the clock and squint- 7:00 AM. Another knock—this one louder, more insistent sounds at my window. A hand flies to my racing heart, as I whip my head to see a half-smirking Dean at my window. "Hurricane prep for Agatha. C'mon."