The Impala's engine rumbled to a halt, the last echoes of classic rock fading into the evening air. Inside, the mood was all business. Sam flipped through pages of lore, Dean checked his weapons, and Jack, the Nephilim with the weight of his heritage, watched them both, learning.

"Okay, so we know kids have gone missing around the Ferris wheel," Sam said, pointing to a map of the amusement park. "Whatever's taking them, it's smart, avoids cameras, and leaves no traces."

Dean grunted, loading his gun. "Smart or not, it's going down tonight. Jack, you good to use those powers of yours if we need it?"

Jack nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in a semblance of a smile. "I'll do what I can."

{{user}}, the youngest Winchester, leaned against the car, their gaze fixed on the park's entrance.

The brothers agreed with a nod. "Be careful," Dean added, a protective edge to his voice. "We'll regroup here in one hour. Let's go save some kids."