Chapter Two

It was the heat of the moment, tellin' me what I wanted. Heat of the moment—

"Dude, come on. Wake up."

Dean woke with a fright, rocketing up in his temporary motel bedroom. Was he just imagining things? Was he hallucinating Sam's voice?

He looked over to his right with high hopes and let out a sigh of relief as he saw Sammy hovering over him.

"You okay?" his younger brother questioned, and then chuckled. "I thought you liked Asia."

Dean laughed quietly as he rubbed the back of his neck in thought. "Nah, I'm fine. Just… a bad dream, I guess."

Sam stared at his brother for a few seconds before shrugging the matter off. "Well, come on. We've gotta get down to this Mystery Spot."

The two then went through an eerily familiar morning routine, with Sam inspecting the toothpaste with slight surprise after he had gathered his belongings in the same order he had in Dean's 'dream'. Dean even had a feeling as to where his gun would be before he started looking for it. He tried his best to hide his surprise from Sam as the two hopped into the Impala and on their way to breakfast.

The older Winchester sighed as they reached the front door of their destination, and braced himself as he pushed it open. He walked through the doorway hesitantly with Sam on his heels. The man stopped dead in his tracks as he looked around the establishment, dumfounded. At the table closest to the two, a mother sat with her boys—one of was using his silverware as action figures, making them fly through the air, while the other was being fed cereal by his mother. Over by the bar, a teenage girl stood smoking a cigarette while the waiters looked angrily at her. He looked around at the suits, t-shirts, and PJs in astonishment.

"Dean?"

The man blinked, coming back to reality as his brother called his name. Sam was standing by an open booth (the same they had occupied when Dean was asleep, too) and was looking at his brother in confusion. "This one's open." Dean shook his head as he made his way over.

"Dude, are you okay?" Sam asked as they both sat down. "Are you hung over?"

"What? No, no…"

"Then what's wrong with you?"

"Just give me a minute," Dean replied with a bit of an edge in his voice, and looked at the menu with a frown. He chuckled despite himself when he saw the pig 'n a poke. Well, if it was as delicious as it was in my dream…

"You don't even know what that is," Sam stated as he followed Dean's gaze.

The next few moments were no surprise for the older Winchester boy. The same plump waitress in the same pale yellow uniform came to their table to get their orders. Then, Sam pulled out very familiar pamphlets, papers, and newspaper clippings to show Dean. Sam explained the disappearance of the professor (which, the facts in his brother's dream lined up with perfectly) as Dean eyed the waitress, waiting for her to bring their food, but not quite because he was hungry. As she finally made her way over, he shushed his brother suddenly.

"Shut up for a second," the man hissed. Sam's eyebrows raised in surprise as he frowned, but he closed his mouth.

"Here you are," the woman said with a smile, setting down their coffee with one hand. Dean's eyes never left her face, and Sam looked at him nervously. The waitress walked away, but not before bumping into the table. Sam's cup fell over, and Dean slammed his hands onto the table, which earned a few looks from the other diners. As she called for a clean-up, Dean grimaced at his brother, who returned the expression.

"Okay, tell me what this is about," the younger said. "You've been acting weird all day. What's up?"

"I knew that was going to happen," Dean said quietly, his voice a growl deep in his throat.

"What?"

"I knew the coffee was going to spill. I told you to shut up because I was waiting for it to happen. I knew that the kids would be sitting at the front table, that the smoking teenager would leave after we came in, and I know that the freakin' pig 'n a poke is going to be freakin' good."

Sam stared at Dean in silence for a few moments. "What… how? I thought I was the one with the premonitions. Are you—"

"I don't know, Sam," his brother grunted. "But I'm starting to think that that dream I had last night wasn't just a dream."

"Well, uh, what happened in the dream?" Sammy questioned.

"This, Sam," Dean motioned around the diner. "Then we left, waited around, and went to the Mystery Spot. A-and then—that's it."

"Okay, well, maybe there's something at the Mystery Spot," Sam noted. "Maybe there's something what showed you what was going to happen today. I say we take a look tonight after they clo—"

"No!" Dean said angrily, and just a little too quickly. He covered it up with a chuckle. "I mean, er… if we go after they close, there won't be any pretty tourist women to hit on." He shrugged as Sam stared at him, who laughed after a few moments.

"You're the same as always."

After a short breakfast (they couldn't just leave right away, after all, because the "pig 'n a poke was too good to pass up"), the Winchesters were on their way to the Mystery Spot, walking down a very familiar sidewalk as they went. Sam looked into shop windows curiously as they passed by each one, while Dean looked around cautiously. The latter suddenly stopped in front of a movie store and called to his brother with a laugh. Sam stopped and joined his brother by the window.

"Heeey, dude! Groundhog Day is on sale for five bucks!"

Sam grinned and shook his head at his brother as he started to move forward once again. As he went, four boys ran into him, shoving him out of their little ways individually. The big man managed to stay upright, only to trip over his own feet a few seconds later. Dean sighed as he moved towards his brother to help him up, making a mental note to be thankful that he actually hadn't been hurt that time—

Down the center of the sidewalk, a bicycle zoomed towards them, with a pizza delivery man trying to control the contraption with one hand while the other held onto his hat. He swerved every which way, making people dodge him as he went. Sam looked up right as the man neared him, and the man looked down right as he approached Sam's head.

CRASH!

It was the heat of the moment…