Little to their surprise, Amy wasn't able to figure out where she'd seen the mysterious man before. They spent three full days searching the city for any clues and leads that could possibly lead them to the man they were looking for. Despite asking around for a pale white man with very light blonde hair and a sky blue shirt, the few 'yeah I think so' they got all ran out into the sand. Dean could have sworn that he saw the guy everywhere, but it was just his mind playing tricks on him. If you want something bad enough, your mind makes you see it, or something along those lines.

After the third day, they headed back home. Amy seemed preoccupied with thinking; she didn't speak a word during the last day of searching, and when the group arrived at the bunker, she had gone straight to her room. It was odd, seeing the usually flimsy and jolly girl be so swallowed up by something.

Returning to her room, she hopped up onto her bed before sitting down on it, pulling her legs up, her back pressed against the wall. Reaching over to the nightstand, she grabbed an old art book and a pencil, opening it up to begin sketching. For someone who had been alive for the past two hundred years or so, she was a lousy artist. However, she didn't draw to get praise or to improve; she simply drew because she enjoyed drawing, and it also helped her with focusing her mind and thoughts. The man in the sky blue shirt, she knew she had seen someone like that. It was fresh in her mind, the picture of the man, yet all the details felt so incredibly fuzzy. She couldn't make out his face, nor could she remember where she had seen him. Thinking of his face, trying to remember it, stirred an unpleasant sensation in her gut, even triggering a bit of a headache. Which was strange, as unicorns didn't really get headaches.

She remained in her room, engulfed in her mission of untangling her memories, getting at the information that was hiding within. It was as though they had been locked away by something other than her own mind, and it was quite a strange feeling.

There was a silence in the room as the two of them sat by the table in the reading room, Sam by his computer and Dean with a beer in his hand, staring at the bottle with a blank look in his eyes. They had stumbled upon something big; possibly something much worse than the war of factions on its own. Those angels had been slain through no means they knew an angel could be slain, and it was weighing heavily on their minds. Castiel had even gone off in a search of his own; tracking down the few still neutral angels that were left. He needed to do some inquiries about what could have happened. It wasn't the best plan they'd ever heard of, but they had nothing else to go on. If there was something out there that could kill angels without even touching them, they had to figure out what it was, and kill it. A monster like that simply couldn't be left alone to roam the earth as it pleased.

"Hey Sammy..?" Dean's voice dragged a bit as he spoke, not removing his gaze from the bottle as he swirled it gently in the air. Sam tore himself from the laptop screen to look over at his brother. "Yeah?" His voice wasn't much more energetic than Dean's. After all, they had spent three consecutive days hunting for something they couldn't even identify.

"Where do you think all this crap is going..?" Dean glanced over at his brother, his eyes half lidded, and bags under his eyes. They were both exhausted, tired of chasing their tails. Sucking in a deep breath, Sam leaned back in his chair, dragging a hand through his long hair. "I.. Honestly don't know."

Another silence fell upon them, lying heavy in the room. Dean's mind drifted off to Death, but he dismissed the theory before it had even properly formed in his mind. He of all people should know what the touch of Death looks like, and it sure as hell wasn't that. Another thought struck him, only to get rejected just as fast. They couldn't summon Death just to ask his opinion of the event; the horseman's words rang fresh in his mind. If they were to try and summon him, they'd be dead before they could utter a word. Testing if Death could pull that off was something so moronic that not even they dared attempting it. No, they had to find other means of tracking down this vanishing man. Somehow they needed to be able to contact him..

"What about a psychic?" Dean suggested as he looked up at his brother yet again, but this time, there was a bit more energy in his voice. "Yeah, like who? They're all dead, remember? Like all our friends.." Dean rolled his eyes and got up to walk around the table, sitting down in the chair next to Sam's in order to snatch the laptop from him.

"So we make new psychic friends. It's not like all psychic people are dead, just, the ones we knew."

"Oh" Sam started sarcastically. "So we're going to curse more psychics with our presence?" Dean shot a glare at his brother only to look back at the screen.

"Jeez, since when are you so cynical?" Sam huffed lightly in offense but watched his brother browse the web in search for someone who could help them. Most of the psychics seemed fake, and Sam didn't harbor much hope that they'd find a genuine one, not since all those psychics got murdered. It had put a major dent in the psychic's eagerness to come out and reveal themselves. At least, that was his theory, and not to blow his own horn, but he was right a lot of the time.

Regardless the two of them spent the next hours searching every dingy corner of the web in order to find someone helpful, and eventually, they stumbled upon an obscure little blog. It was barely known to anyone, a truly minuscule little thing, and at first glance, it didn't even look like the blog of someone psychic. However, after having looked around on it, they were convinced that the person was in fact genuine.

Their name was apparently Anthony Valley, and of all places to be from, he was from Kansas. There were no pictures of him, just pictures of random things, mostly in black and white, with little texts underneath. The blog even had music going, and it had taken them a while to realize, but within the instrumental tunes, there was speech hidden. It took a bit of tinkering with the sound but eventually they figured out that the speech hidden within the song was actually an exorcism.

"Nice touch." Sam chuckled at Dean's comment and gave a nod; he had to agree, it was a nice touch. Blinking, he clicked on a post.

"Hey, check this out, this one was posted five days ago, at 4 am." Dean frowned, leaning forward.

"Who the heck gets up at 4 am?"

"A lot of people get up at 4 am, Dean. We get up at 4 am!" A snort left the shorter hunter. "Yeah, but that's when we're on a hunt, or, I don't know, on the run." Rolling his eyes, he ignored his brother with a slight smile, returning his attention to the post, reading it out loud. The smile soon faded to leave place for a concerned frown.

"Woke up sweaty a minute ago. It feels like I'm going to burn up, I have a really bad feeling about today. I hope nothing happens, stay safe everyone, and whatever you do, don't get into a fight. Stay inside with your loved ones, the sunshine lies."

The two of them looked at each other hesitantly before looking back at the post; it was one of the few posts not paired with a picture, which was probably why they had overlooked it at first.

"Five days ago, wasn't that..?" Dean pointed at the screen while glancing at his brother. "Yeah. He posted this the morning of the battle in the mall. Like, eight hours before it happened. He even got the fight part right, and it had been really sunny that day. It can't be a coincidence!" Now Sam was the one who sounded more hopeful about it all. Dean shook his head and began pulling up new tabs in order to find out exactly where in Kansas this Anthony Valley lived.

"Don't jinx it Sammy, it can still be a coincidence. But yeah, it's worth checking out."

They brought Amy with them, as Castiel still was nowhere to be seen. It was a long drive to Kansas, but it was a journey they had to make. They had completely run out of other options, besides possibly asking Crowley, but after having been forced to work together with that creep so many times, they wished to avoid it. The less they saw of that man, the better.

They hadn't even thought about possibly warning this Anthony person of their arrival, and once they stood by his door, it wasn't even an option, they would just look ridiculous. They were dressed as they usually dressed; if this guy was psychic, there was no fooling him with fake ID's. Knocking on the door, they each took a step back. Amy wasn't with them; they had decided that it was best for her to wait in the car. Less complicated that way.

When the door opened, it was by a young man. He looked to be of European descent, his hair a very dark, rich brown. His hair was styled in a more messy way, shorter on the sides and a ruffled fluff on the top of his head. There was a hint of stubble on his chin and over his lips, but it was barely visible, and his eyes were a dark, dusty green. The young man was somewhere in between Sam and Dean in height; having to look up at Sam, and slightly down at Dean, but not by much. His clothes were simple yet proper; a just off white shirt with a dark brown plaid vest, though the plaid was thin and very discrete, and a pair of dark grey, fitted jeans. And then a pair of very colorful socks with flowers on them, something that made Dean frown, tipping his head slightly to the side in confusion.

"Can I help you?" Dean's gaze snapped right back up from the guy's socks and cleared his throat, but Sam was the first one to speak, wearing a polite smile.

"Yeah, we, uh.." They probably should have planned this better. They had been so desperate for answers that they had forgotten to really think this plan through. Anthony simply laughed and stepped aside, allowing them inside.

"Come on, don't stand there looking dumb." He grinned, heading into the kitchen. The place was modern, but more of a shabby-chic style. "I've got beer and food if you'd like. Be a darling and close the door behind you." Sam and Dean looked at each other in confusion before stepping inside, closing the door as instructed. They even opted for removing their shoes, following the guy into the kitchen. He was being very casual about this.

"I had a feeling someone would show up!" He held up a hand. "A good feeling, might I add, though I was excepting someone less… Scruffy looking. No offense." He smiled kindly as he opened the fridge, pulling out two beers for the increasingly bewildered strangers, holding the bottles out for them. "To be honest I wasn't even expecting two people, but hey, it's not like it's an accurate science. In fact, it's not a science at all." Dean and Sam each took a beer, too stunned by the situation to figure out anything to say. Anthony leaned against the kitchen counter with his legs slightly crossed, fingers curled around the edge of the counter.

"Well?" Dean's brain finally got into motion again and he cleared his throat, cocking his head slightly before looking at the man suspiciously.

"You knew we were coming?"

"Well, I knew someone, who knew of me, was going to come. I also knew that there was no ill intent in the meeting, I mean, otherwise it would have been idiocy to let you two in." This was quite different from the kind of psychics that they had encountered so far. Sam scratched at his hair briefly before motioning towards the stranger.

"So you're really psychic?" The male pulled off an exaggerated bow with a smile.

"Anthony Valley, psychic extraordinaire, at your service." He stood up straight again, waving a hand in the air lightly. "Well, not at your service, but you catch my drift. I like to help if I can."

The two hunters sat down at the kitchen table, and Dean took a swig of his beer, while Sam had yet to open his. Anthony was working on a glass of whiskey with a lot of ice in it himself, smiling at the two.

"I gotta say, this is pretty exciting." He admitted, running a hand over his hair with a grin. "It's a first for me, having someone who knows what I am come to my door." Sam frowned and looked up at the other.

"You mean you've never helped a hunter with a case?" Anthony blinked, cupping his glass with both hands as he looked over at them. "What? No, I've kept to myself, never really had contact with hunters. I've known people who have had contact with hunters, but I couldn't help but notice their tendency to drop dead. So, I stayed away from hunters." The brothers frowned and threw each other a glance, and Anthony's smile got replaced with a worried look.

"Don't tell me.." Dean gave a titled nod with a roll of his shoulders, smiling.

"Sorry pal, we are hunters." The psychic let out a heavy sigh with a slight grunt before pressing his palm to his forehead.

"Great. Just great. I'm going to die." Sam let out a bit of a laugh, despite his best efforts to not find the situation amusing.

"Easy, you're not going to die, we're not hunted by anything, and nothing is coming to get you." It was the truth, for the time being at least. Both Dean and Sam knew that those with psychic abilities easily became targets, but they would do things right this time, and they wouldn't leave a trace of having been there. This time they would make sure that their psychic acquaintance came out of it alive. Anthony didn't seem all that convinced by their words and he crossed his arms over his chest, watching them closely.

"Alright.. Let's say I agree to help you, what would you have me do?"

"Nothing big, we just need you to help us track something down." Anthony glanced off at Dean with a raised eyebrow.

"Really, you need me to be able to track something? What kind of lousy hunters are you?"

"We're not lousy; we're alive, aren't we?" Dean smirked at the guy who gave a bit of an amused nod, seeming to relax with that comment, his shoulder not quite as tense, his hands returning to holding onto the counter. To think that his premonition was about two hunters looking for his help.. He really should have guessed it, but being approached by hunters had been such an absurd idea that he hadn't even thought of it as a possibility. Now it seemed silly to have thought it could be something else.

It wasn't an easy decision however; he had lost several friends because of their connection with hunters, so he really shouldn't be making any such connections. However, these two spoke to him, they seemed like good guys. Perhaps he had been hiding himself for long enough, perhaps this was fate. There were many things that could have happened today, but two hunters showing up at his doorstep, that was no accident. They were there for a reason greater than their own.

"Alright, I guess I can help you." Dean smacked his palm against the surface of the table with a grin, feeling much more at ease now that he knew they could get somewhere with this case.

"Awesome!"