Author's Note #1: The Boys are Back! And what an entrance they made. I'm still an emotional mess, on the edge of my seat with barely contained excitement waiting for next week and where the writer's take us.

One thing we all know for sure is that one way or another Sam will find out about Ezekiel. After being vesseled by Lucifer, I believe that Sam has a unique insight as to what Celestial power feels like, and this is just my musing as to one way what Dean was driven to do might come to light.

And as much as I want to really, really want to believe that Ezekiel is telling the truth and doesn't have a hidden agenda…the Winchester track record with Angels speaks for itself. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop with my fingers crossed that maybe this once the Writing Gods are listening and one or both of the Boys won't end up once again fighting for their lives.

Author's Note #2: Big Thanks to Riathe Mai for taking time out of her crazy busy day to give this the once over.

Déjà vu – from French, literally meaning "already seen." The phenomenon of having the strong sensation that an event or experience currently being experienced has been experienced in the past.

ooOOoo

Like nails in a coffin, it finally clicks and it's all he can do to stagger down the Bunker hallways and slam his door before the panic and horror drive him to his knees.

His breath heaves in and out as his world tilts on its axis. He squeezes his eyes shut, unconsciously digging his nail into the long-ago healed scar on his palm until it bleeds, trying desperately to hold onto a reality he feels slipping through his fingers.

Because, No!

It can't…

It's not…

Sam shakes his head frantically, feels his heart slam painfully against his chest; wants more than anything for this to be one of Dean's tasteless pranks or a nightmare he can wake up from.

Not again…

He isn't…

But he knows.

The sensation's burned forever onto his soul.

He can feel it. Hiding. Waiting. Tucked just out of his reach in the furthest corner at the back of his consciousness. Through the fog and the mist that has swirled constantly through his mind and muddled his memories since he awoke in the Impala; he sees its aura as it ripples and undulates with power.

Power he's intimately familiar with.

Angel Power.

And he knows.