"Adrienne!"

Dean sat up in bed, drenched in a cold sweat. This had been the fifth nightmare in the past two weeks. The light on the nightstand turned on and illuminated the room. Dean glanced over at his younger brother, Sam, who watched him sleepily. Sam rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock.

"What time is it?" Sam asked.

"2:46. Go back to sleep, man," Dean snapped.

"Having another nightmare?"

"No," he lied, his voice trailing off.

"Was it about that girl again?"

"Yeah. I don't know. I've had the dream for seven months. I don't know why though. I can't get her out of my head. I mean I slept with another woman and I've looked at other women. It's weird, her eyes… all I can see is her eyes and fire. It's just really weird."

"Sounds weird. Maybe its just stress. Try and get some rest, Dean."

Sam turned the light back off and the room returned to its normal state of darkness. Dean stared at the ceiling for a while until he fell back asleep and he began to dream. He took a deep breath and Versace Yellow Jeans Woman™ filled his nostrils and the laughter of a baby pervaded his ears. This was the same dream as before, but maybe it would end differently. He hoped that it would end altered. The last thing he wanted was to wake up screaming again.

Dean was dressed in loose cotton pants and a matching white shirt that was opened at the top. He was lying on a soft four-poster bed, also covered in white cotton. In the distance, he could see a white cradle, where a youthful brunette twirled in circles, arms wide open. He leaped off the bed and ran toward the girl. He called her name once and she turned toward him and held her arms open to embrace him. As soon as he got close to her, she was gone. Dean looked down into the cradle and saw the baby in a pink blanket. He put his hand down and stroked her thin hair and felt a drop of liquid fall on his hand. He looked up, and above him the woman who was unmistakably Adrienne was plastered to the ceiling, which seemed to just be logs tied together. The logs caught on fire and Dean's eyes met with a pair of emerald eyes that appeared to be pleading. She mouthed "save her" and Dean picked up the infant and looked back up at those green eyes and began to cry.

"Save her!" she shrieked in what sounded like a whisper.

Dean looked at the newborn and did what she told him to. He ran as far as he could, not falling once. He placed the little girl on his lap and sobbed. He gazed at the smoke that billowed out of the ground. He whimpered, holding the tiny child, and the smoke stopped. From where the smoke was, a man appeared carrying a woman in his arms. He approached Dean and laid her at his feet.

"I think this belongs to you," he said, blinking only once to reveal black eyes.

A violent shake woke Dean up this time. Sam was leaning over him, his eyes full of panic.

"What color were her eyes?" Sam asked frantically.

"What are you talking about?"

"The girl in your dream. What color were her eyes?"

"They were green. Why?" Dean said groggily.

"Because I just had another vision. I saw the woman in your dream. She's going to die!"

Dean's eyes focused very quickly after that. He stood, got dressed, and grabbed the keys to the '67 Chevy Impala. Sam followed very quickly. In a matter of minutes they had checked out of the hotel and were on the road, AC/DC blasting on the stereo.

"Where to?" Dean asked.

"Stillwater, New Jersey. You okay, man?"

Dean just nodded. He didn't know what else to do and Sam was already worried. The entire way there, all he could think of was that dream. "Save her! Save her!" It played in his mind. Much like the night he made love to Adrienne. He remember crying, trusting her, muttering her name into her skin, and hearing her delicate voice whisper "yes" in the dark. He had to save her.