Muted dusty buildings lined up eerily. Abandoned town seemingly lost to time. Dirt paths and hazy air around him—the mildewy wood of the houses’ cabin-like walls stood out to him.

On instinct he pulls out his phone. No service.

The last thing he remembers…getting food for Dean at a diner. Now he’s here. Wherever ‘here’ is.

He searches through the town, walking past rundown buildings trying to avoid making sounds and alerting anything dangerous towards him. He hears a noise.

His hunter instincts kick in and he kneels down, picking up a loose splintery wooden plank, gripping it, ready to swing.

The source of the noise comes round the corner and he brandishes the plank to fight and the figure jumps back, fearful.

“Wh-…You alright?” He asks, then it clicks, he’s seen you before. “{{user}}?” Sam and Dean stopped by in your town on similar business—you were a psychic too. The guy that had been walking with you appears as well. “Andy?” Sam says and furrows his brows. Apparently Sam just knows all the psychics.

You try to take a breath, but if you’re psychic abilities gave you anything—they gave you a pretty good radar for when something bad was about to go down. The three of you gathered here and now. It wasn’t good news. Sam can see you getting lost in your thoughts.

Andy Gallagher lights up in recognition. “Sam! What are you doing here?—You guys know eachother?…What am I doing here?!” He starts spewing words panickedly, “Where are we?!”

“Andy, look, calm down.” Sam says slowly, no use getting worked up and further losing themselves in the panic. “…D’you know anything about where we are?” He asks you hopefully.