"I see a bad moon rising," Shawn shouted as he walked through the doors of the police station, "I see trouble on the way!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Detective Lassiter asked, walking up to the group.

"A few months ago," Dean explained, "my partner and I were hit by a semi truck in Jefferson City. That song was playing on the radio when it happened."

"yes, a truck," Shawn gasped, grabbing his forehead, "I see a truck. It's on its side, on a dirt road. It's so close, and the man inside… no, a girl with no eyes… a man with a hook… pencils, he's got pencils….it's a clown… no, a lunatic!"

"Urban legends?' Gus asked, "is that it? The Urban Legend Killer?"

"Yes, that must be it! He's in an overturned semi trailer."

"The ULK is dead, Shawn," Lassiter grumbled, glancing over his shoulder as the whole station watched the scene unfold, "it can't possibly be him."

Shawn blinked rapidly, rubbing at his eyes. "Double vision?"

"Twins?" Juliet asked, walking up to stand beside Lassiter, "the ULK had a twin named Gary."

"Thump-thump," Shawn muttered, looking around the room, "thump-thump. Does anyone else hear the thump-thump?"

"Thump-thump?" officer McNab questioned, looking up from a pile of papers that was scattered over his desk, "Like 'POTC2?' Johnny Depp is the Urban Legend Killer?"

Everyone looked at the cop out of the corners of their eyes before turning back to Shawn. "A heart?" Sam asked, "is there something wrong with his heart?"

"There was," the 'psychic' replied, "not anymore. The beating… it's stopped. I see… I see a hole… in a wall, yes, a white wall. A soft wall, like a padded cell, I'm not sure. I see a trade… no, a switch…"

"Ben and his twin brother switched places in the cell?" Dean asked, "why?"

"Ben got his freedom, and Gary was dying anyway," Juliet suggested, "it was perfect. No one ever suspected."

Lassiter sighed. "We can't do anything until we find this tunnel."

"You won't have to," Gus grinned, "you just need the semi."

"You're leaving already?" Juliet asked as Sam and Dean watched Benjamin James being taken back into custody the day after they'd nearly been sandwiched.

Dean shrugged. "We have to. We're in the middle of chasing a very dangerous, wanted criminal."

Sammy nodded. "His name's Dean Winchester. He faked his death in St. Louis, and we've been chasing him ever since."

"Ah, yes," Shawn said, walking up to the group, "I can see it inside your head. You've been hunting him ,and once you find him, you'll shoot him like a small animal and stand over his body laughing."

Dean forced a smile. "Thanks for the vivid visual, Haley Joel."

"Anytime, Diane," Shawn smirked as he turned to leave.

"The name's Dean," the hunter called over his shoulder.

"Whatever, dude!"

And now, as they say, it's all over but the PSYCH-OUT!