The blonde woman slumped against the wall, her eyes shut and her body not moving.
"Sam, help me, please." I could hear her voice but her lips didn't move.
~BREAK~
Sam gasped awake after witnessing the girl die, yet again.
"Nightmare?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I've had it since the night before we left for Vegas." Sam explained.
"Do you think this could be another vision, psychic boy?" Dean chuckled his new nickname.
"Yeah, but this one is just so different from the last ones."
"What struck you as different?" Dean prompted.
"Well for starters, you were in it," Sam stared out the window.
"I was in it? Then maybe we make it on time." Dean was trying not to reveal his concern over Sam's visions.
"There were two girls. I don't know, but this time I didn't wake up as early in the nightmare. I heard the one of the girl's voice. It was like she was speaking to me in my head." Sam explained.
Dean nodded his head, "So, two chicks, huh? Were they hot?"
"Dean!" Sam yelled.
"Alright, alright. Just curious, so, were there any clues as to where they were?" Dean asked.
"No, we were in this warehouse looking place," Sam said.
"We'll figure it out, Sammy, don't worry. And, we only have two more hours until we get to Vegas," Dean said smiling.
The rest of the drive was filled with Dean singing along to ACDC, very loudly. Sam's headache continued through the drive, making him wish he could sleep without having to worry about dreaming.
~BREAK~
"So, anything strange happening in Vegas?" Dean asked when they were a couple minutes away from the city.
"Yeah, as it turns out, four people were killed just outside this little bar just off the Strip." Sam said, looking at his computer screen, wondering to himself how he always seems to find a way to connect to the internet.
"Sweet! Our first stop is a bar; I just keep getting more excited!" Dean said smiling.
"Dean, a man and three women are dead. Is beer and hot girls all you can think about right now? Come on, Dean, focus!" Sam yelled.
"Aww.. Come on, Sammy, you know I was just kidding!" Dean defended.
"Sometimes I really don't know, Dean. I swear I don't know how you can find any good or happiness doing this." Sam scoffed and stared out the window, shutting down all conversation for the rest of the drive.
~BREAK~
Sam and Dean checked into a motel and then headed to the bar.
"Was there an eye witness to the murder?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, a bartender named Sparkle. Dean, I swear, if you say anything about her appearance, I will shot you." Sam answered.
"Buzz-kill," Dean said under his breath. "So, what did she say?"
"I don't know. All it says is that she really didn't know what was going on and apparently her story was far from reality. Lucky for us, she's working tonight. It'll be her and another bartender named Star." Sam explained.
"Sparkle and Star?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, it's their aliases. Apparently they've had quite a few creeps getting a bit too close, so they had to start using aliases." Sam replied.
"Why Sparkle and Star?" Dean continued.
"The website said they were inspired by the tattoos each bartender has." Sam said, he then instantly regretted telling Dean this.
"Well, I would love to see these tattoos, if you know what I mean!" Dean winked at Sam.
Sam grimaced, "It's that bar, that one right there."
