"Uh, the short version? I hunt monsters," he said, offering the waitress a tired smile and ordering a coffee. If she'd heard what he'd just said, she seemed unfazed, which was pretty much par for the course, both with Darrow natives and waitresses in general.

"I wasn't. Born with them. Well, it's... complicated." He winced. "I was born with the potential. But when I was six months old, a demon fed me its blood, and that did the, uh. Triggering, I guess. Which, wow, sounds... insane, but that's pretty much just the tip of the Winchester iceberg, so." He grimaced.

"But they didn't manifest until I was... twenty-two? I started having these dreams, at first. Visions, sometimes when I was awake, and they started to come true."