Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters (except for Claudia, but without the other characters, that really doesn't matter, now does it?) Also, I don't know if there is a Berton, Georgia, but if there is, nothing really happened there. I made that up.

A/N: This fic picks up after my last one, so you should read that first, but it could also be a stand-alone. To sum up what you need to know from before; Sam and Dean were joined by another hunter, a woman named Claudia. Sam really likes her. Dean really doesn't. Also, contains SPOILERS from "Nightmare". Hope you enjoy it!

PART 1

Monica was shivering with fear. She shrieked, trying to escape the picture frame that was hurled her way by… nothing, or so it seemed. She ran out of her bedroom, closing the door just in time to avoid being hit by her favorite vase. The door fought her, as if someone of the other side was fighting to open it. Monica shrieked again, tears of panic streaming down her cheeks. And then the door stopped fighting. Monica still held it firmly shut, still shivering. She needed a drink, but she was too scared to let go of the door. And then the light in the hall flickered, and Monica whimpered. A book came flying out of the bookcase and hit her on the head. She screamed and started running. "Stop it!" she cried, "Stop it! Why are you doing this to me?" she cried, reaching for a bottle of Scotch. Her hands shook violently, and she spilled as much of the drink outside the glass as she did inside it. "Go away, leave me alone!" she cried, emptying the glass in one quick shot. A light bulb exploded just above her head. She screamed, letting go of the glass and it shuttered on the floor. Another picture was pulled off the wall. It hit the wall just inches from Monica's head. Monica sobbed. She picked the picture up. It was broken. It was her favorite picture, from before everything had started. It was a picture of her graduation day. She stood there with three of her best friends, all wearing the caps and gowns, smiling excitedly at the camera in front of their old high-school. Monica cringed as the lights died out. "No! stop it! Go away!" she cried in panic as her TV exploded. It was too much. She opened the door to her apartment and fled outside. But she lost her footing, falling down the stairs. And it all went dark.

Sam woke up, sitting upright in bed, his heart racing. He squinted in the dark. Dean was asleep in the bed next to him. Sam hesitated for a moment, trying to decide if it was just a nightmare or something more. Definitely something more. He got out of bed.

"Dean, wake up." He said urgently, remembering all too well what happened after he had his other nightmares. "Dean, come on, wake up!"

"What?" Dean croaked in his sleep, irritated at the interruption.

"It's happening again." Sam said, putting on a pear of jeans. "Come on, we have to go." He added, turning the light on. Dean flinched.

"Go where, it's the middle of the night?" he protested.

"I had another vision." Sam said. "Look, get up, I'm going to get Claudia."

"Sure. Vision. Great." Dean said groggily, pulling his pillow closer.

"Dean!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm up." Dean said, forcing himself up, his eyes still closed. Sam made sure Dean wasn't going to go back to sleep before he got out of the motel room and walked over to the next one, where Claudia was sleeping. He knocked on her door, but there was no answer. He knocked again, harder this time, and then even harder. The door flung open. Claudia seemed very annoyed.

"I was having a perfectly good dream, Sam, you'd better be bleeding to death or something!" she grunted irritably.

"Look, I'm sorry, I know it's late, but we have to go." Sam said. Claudia made a face.

"And this can't wait till morning?" she asked, smothering a yawn. Sam gave her a look that made it clear it couldn't. She sighed, running her hand over her face. "Fine." She said flatly, "Just don't expect me to be all perky." She added, closing the door in his face as she went to get dressed.

Dean sped up the Impala. It was a little after four in the morning. He would have much rather to be asleep right now, hell, he could barely keep his eyes open, but Sam seemed really upset. Dean glanced at Sam, sitting by his side. "I don't get it Sammy," he said, "a chick in Georgia? You think it's the same thing as last time?" he asked. Sam shook his head, shrugging.

"I don't know," he said in a small voice, "but I'm having visions about her Dean. I saw her die, and it looked like she was attacked. I mean, why would I have these dreams about her if it's not like Max?" he asked, looking at his big brother. Dean returned his look, and then brought his attention back to the road ahead. They weren't going to get to Georgia at all if he didn't watch where he was going.

"Hi, anyone wants to clue me in?" Claudia asked from the back seat of the Impala, "Why are we rushing to Georgia in the middle of the night, and what happened the last time?" she asked. Sam glanced at Dean again. Dean returned a glance, but didn't say anything. He left the decision to Sam. Sam took a deep breath, turning to look at Claudia.

"A while back, I had this vision of someone dying in his garage. We went over there to check it out." Sam said, glancing at Dean. "It turned out this kid, Max…" Sam swallowed, "He was a psychic. He attacked his dad, his uncle…"

"And you think it's the same thing here?" Claudia asked.

"Max's mom died when he was a kid." Sam said slowly. "She died in a fire, pinned to the ceiling, just above Max's crib." He added in a small voice. Claudia raised a brow.

"The same thing…? You think the same thing happened to him? And now, to this woman?" Claudia asked, making sure. Sam lowered his eyes, giving a slight nod. Claudia bit her lip, lost in thought. "Okay, I have another question." She said a little while later. "Say we are hunting this thing that killed your mom. Say we get there, and it is… it." She said, "Is it a good thing, or a bad thing?"

It was just about nine in the morning when Dean finally parked the Impala next to a Diner in Berton, Georgia. His stomach was growling and he needed coffee. Lots of coffee. He hadn't said much in the past few hours. Man, that chick sure asked the big question. He thought. Finding the thing that killed their mom, finally, after all these years… But it wasn't the first time they thought they were on to him, and look how it turned up the last time. Besides, if it is, and by some chance they killed it… Then Sam would leave me. That thought made his stomach turn. They entered the diner, ordering breakfast.

"So, what's the plan, Sam? We just go around town asking if anyone knows a young woman in her early 20's, dark hair, dark complexion, about 5'4''? Oh, and she might be psychic?" Dean asked. "I mean, just because she had a picture of this place doesn't mean she didn't move years ago." He added, forking at his scrambled eggs.

"You got a better plan?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged.

"So, is it just me, or does that strike you as an enormous waste of time?" Claudia asked Dean in an undertone as they left the grocery store. Asking those people if they knew a woman who used to live there a couple of years ago, not knowing her name or being sure what she looked like, wasn't the best way to pass the time. Especially with the looks they got. Dean gave her a look that said at least they were doing something. Claudia sighed. If they had any real information on the woman, she could just use her connections to find her, but Sam wasn't even sure if she actually lived there. They went to yet another store, feeling foolish as they asked the salesperson yet again about the mysterious woman.

Sam got out of the police station. No missing persons, no sudden deaths recently, not even strange reports or prank calls. There just didn't seem to be anything he could go on. If only he had gotten the woman's name… he thought to himself. How was he supposed to help her if he didn't even know who she was? He parked the Impala at the motel parking lot. He was dead tired, and he guessed Dean and Claudia weren't better off. Maybe they should all get some sleep, pick up the search later, he thought. He dug around in his pocket, fishing the keys out and opening the door to their room. Maybe he should search the net. But how? He didn't really have a clue. Frustrated, he got out, locking the door. It was lunchtime. They said they would meet back at the diner at lunch. He drove over there, hoping Dean and Claudia had better luck than he did.

They weren't at the diner when Sam got there. He found an empty booth and sat down, waiting for them. Trying to pass the time, he studied the menu.

"Can I get you anything?" a waitress asked him.

"No, I'm waiting for some friends…" Sam looked up at her. His eyes widened. It was her.

TBC