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Part One

He has the dream again. The one with the white house, green lawn, garden, stone walkway, and the picket fence – the works. He wakes up in the bed with white sheets and white walls. A few decorative pictures and plants scattered around the walls. The big bay windows let the early morning light in and he can smell and hear the sea through the open windows. He rooms somewhat neat. Clothes folded in open drawers, some hanging from the hamper near the door.

He knows this part well. This house has become all too familiar to him in the months he's been dreaming of it. It's the smell of crisp linen that hits him when he wakes and the new wood finisher on the floor in the hallway that takes him down the staircase into the foyer. The lemony kitchen smell mixed with coffee grounds and something home cooked. It's not he place he can Carmen shared this place is lighter and so not Dean.

He can hear her in the kitchen. He never sees her face. Just her long wavy brown hair as she walks away, the blue she always seems to wear that makes her skin shine in the summer sunlight. He doesn't know who she is but she calms him. She's unlike anyone he's met before in this universe or the next. And maybe that's the reason he keeps dreaming of her.

The first time he sees her it was in their garden. Bent over a flower bed clad in jeans a navy blue shirt and a blue baseball hat. Her hair hung down blocking his view of her face as she careful placed every blub in the holes they had made. The next few times she was sleeping facing away from him and he just lay there watching her. After those it had been wandering around this house following her as she did her daily chores.

And now she was here, in the kitchen making some kind of something quietly humming to herself. If she was aware of his presence she never showed it.

He watches her from behind, leaning against the door frame. She moves around the kitchen grabbing cups, plates, and various other utensils. A salad, some kind of sandwiches and two glasses of fresh iced tea complete with lemons and mint leaves. And that's usually where the dream ended. About to see who this mystery woman was and then he would awake in some dingy motel room, Sam furiously typing away at the computer researching for their next case.

Instead he came face to face with Bela Talbot, holding a sandwich with a candle in the middle.

"Happy Birthday Dean! Make a wish."