You, Dean, and Sam had been tracking down Andy Gallagher, one of the other “special children” Sam had heard about. You’d grown up confused by your strange abilities, feeling like an outsider, and Sam had suggested Andy might help, thinking he’d have insight. But now, seeing the guy in person… well, he looked just as baffled as you felt.

The three of you finally caught up with Andy on a quiet street. Sam approached him first, his face set in that serious, focused look he always had when he was in hunting mode. You and Dean hung back, keeping an eye on things, ready to step in if things went south. You had no idea what to expect, but you were eager, maybe even a little hopeful, that Andy could shed some light on what you’d been going through.

Andy looked up, cigarette dangling from his fingers, his expression twisting from casual confusion to a mild panic as Sam started to explain why he was there.

"Andy," Sam said, giving him a steady, reassuring look, “we’re not here to hurt you. We just… we just need to talk.”

Andy’s brow furrowed, and he glanced between you, Sam, and Dean, clearly caught off guard by the serious atmosphere. “Wait, hold on," he stammered, taking a step back, "what is this, some kind of intervention?”

Dean folded his arms, smirking slightly. “More like a supernatural support group, actually,” he said with a wry smile, his gaze darting to you. "We got questions, and apparently you’re supposed to have answers.”

Andy let out a chuckle, looking you over with an amused yet nervous curiosity. "I don't know about answers, man," he said, scratching the back of his head. “I mean, yeah, I got… powers or whatever. But I have no clue where they come from or what they mean.” He gestured with his hands, his tone a mix of irony and helplessness. “It's not like I came with an instruction manual."