1Disclaimer: So as much as Jensen and Jared enjoyed mine and my roommates closets they did have to get back to filming. So sadly I don't own them.

A/N: This story is set directly after Atlantis, Plato, and Winchester Logic, and all three of the stories (the aforementioned, On the Inside, and Insomnia) tie into this story, but it isn't necessary to read them to get this story. This is technically a WIP. I have about two and half chapters written. So bear with me, I know where it's gonna go and end eventually. But how many chapters it takes to do is still in the air...

Spoilers: Anything through Nightshifter is fair game. But I don't expect anything past Hunted. Who knows though. Leave some love let me know what you think, or should be added. I'm always open to suggestions.

Choices Are Always Given

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"Dean, I say this in the most loving and nicest way possible. You are utterly and completely hopeless. But at least the car trips are interesting."

"Yeah I know, but I still say Plato's the man."

"Plato's the man..."The words echoed in Sam's ear. Pain was building behind his eyes. "Shit not now..." he mumbled as, trying to block out the pain, he pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes.

"Sam? Sammy? You ok? Hold on." Dean said, worry evident in his voice as he got no answer to his queries from Sam. He quickly pulled the Impala over to the side of the road, so he could focus on his little brother.

The world around Sam faded away: the Impala, Dean's voice, the trees on the roadside. All gone. The only thing linking Sam to the present as the vision took hold was the feel of Dean's hands wrapped about Sam's arms.

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It was dark outside. A group of girls exited a restaurant, laughing. They were dressed for fun and looked like they had been celebrating. Sam's eyes were drawn to the girl in the red halter top, low slung, dark washed jeans, and red stiletto heels. He long brown hair barely reached her waist as it danced in the wind. Street lights accented her natural blonde and red highlights. Sam strained for signs of the paranormal: lights, sounds, apparitions... anything at all that even remotely indicated a visitation of the supernatural real. Nothing. Smiling, the girl turned toward him and waved. Startled, Sam waved back.

"Monti, I told you we'd be fine. I've got Kale and Ash with me, and, since they are spending the night, they're driving home with me." The girl said, looking straight at Sam.

Sam felt himself reply, but it wasn't he. The girl hugged three of the girls and waved as they walked off. "You can follow us back home if you want, Monti, or you can go ahead of us." She girl called, as she, and two others, walked off toward a deep red 1970 Ford Mach 1 with black striping down the middle. The girl climbed in the driver's seat as the shorter girl, Ash, climbed in the back, leaving Kale shotgun.

Sam turned, caught the name of the restaurant, and opened the door to a black '91 Jeep Wrangler. Sam thought this vision was over, but the body he seemed to be inhabiting turned and shouted, "Adyn, be careful." The girl turned, nodded and hollered back, "You too, Monti. See ya in a bit." As the Mustang drove past Sam caught the plate. 'Monti' climbed into the jeep and with the slam of the car door Sam came back to the present.

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Dean automatically handed him some Tylenol and water, but Sam refused. "Sammy..." Dean said threateningly, "take 'em. You always get a headache afterwards."

"I know... but this one was different..."

"Different how?"

"Like I couldn't sense danger... like different nothing bad happened..."

"Nothing bad? At all?!... No ghosts, demons, vamps, werewolves? No car crashes, gunshots, or knifings?"

"No. None of it. It was weird. And no, I don't have a headache at all."

"Well, are we going, or you wanna hold off?"

"No. No. Let's go." Sam said after a pause. "I have these things for a reason. Might as well investigate."

"All right. Where we headed?"

"Memphis." Sam got the feeling that this trip was pivotal in some way. Maybe he'd get some answers, maybe Dean would be able to let some things out. Maybe they'd find a way to kill the bastard.

"Memphis it is little bro. Barbecue, pool, and ladies." Dean sighed dreamily.

"Well Adyn is a girl and two of her girl friends are staying the night."

"Sweet! Three girls! And they're girlfriends!"

"Not girlfriends like that, perv. And bad news. Boy. Monti. I think it was short for something..."

"Damn. Why can't they ever be 'girlfriends' like that? And as for the boy, that still leaves two girls."

"Adyn drives a red '70 Ford Mustang Mach 1."

"Oh God! Please don't let Monti be her boyfriend!"

"Hopeless..."

"Whatever, you know you hope she isn't in a relationship. A girl with taste in cars is rare."

"No, actually, that's just you. When will we be there, O Plato?" Sam asked, effectively ending the conversation before it took a turn for the worse.

Dean pulled back on the road turning up the music. "Cute, Samantha. We should be there by nightfall."

Sam nodded in approval. "Head to Rendezvous when you get in. We'll start there."

"Barbecue off the bat, I like your thinking. This could be the beginning of a beautiful trip."

"Maybe," Sam muttered noncommitaly, as he yawned. Exhaustion rolled over him in waves. "Hnn. This was the weirdest ass vision: crystal clear, I was somebody else, no pain after, and now I'm exhausted."

"Well sleep Sammy-boy. We want you rested and beautiful for our night on the town. I'll wake you outside of Memphis."

Sam's reply was merely a mumbled sigh as he had already dropped off into the land of nod.

Looking over at his sleeping brother, Dean sighed and sped up, hoping to God the higher speeds would blow away the worries that rolled around in his head. "Here's to Memphis. Maybe you'll have some answers."

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