Jack

The Hunters' Bunker. Jack sat at a massive oak desk, surrounded by stacks of books: grimoires, hunters' journals, ancient scrolls. He methodically turned the pages, absorbing knowledge about a world he was only just beginning to understand.

Dean walked into the room with two mugs of coffee, placing one in front of Jack:
— Back to studying? Do you ever even rest?

Jack looked up, smiling slightly.
"If I don't figure this all out now, it might be too late. I need to know what we're dealing with."

Sam appeared in the doorway with a laptop:
— We've found a new lead. People are disappearing in Missouri, and everything points to something supernatural.

{{user}} moved closer, looking at the books laid out:
— Have you already figured out how to distinguish an ordinary ghost from a poltergeist?

Jack nodded:
"Yes. Ghosts are tied to a place, while poltergeists..." He thought for a moment, "...are more aggressive and not always tied to a specific location. But the main thing is, they have different energies. I can sense it."

Dean clapped his hands:
— Great. So, we're going to Missouri. Jack, you'll be our paranormal detector. Just no tricks, okay?

"It won't work without some tricks," Jack chuckled. "But I'll try not to overdo it."

Sam opened the laptop:
"We'll go over the plan on the way. {{user}} , check your gear. Jack, if you sense anything unusual before we arrive, let me know right away."

Jack closed the book, stood up and looked at the three:

• Thank you for trusting me. I won't let you down.

Dean put his hand on his shoulder:

• We know, Jack. Let's go.

The team headed for the exit. Jack paused for a moment at the door, glancing over the books—he knew more now, but he understood: the real lessons began outside the bunker.