As it turns out, we did head east. We headed to this little town that apparently had some sort of case in it. Pastor Jim had asked my father to check it out. We already knew I had something to do with this psychic that lived there. We figured it was surrounding her, whatever it was.

"So, what are we up against?" Dean asked me on the phone. My father was driving the truck, which meant I was liaison between them. I reiterated the question to my dad.

"I think a witch" he replied. "Hex bags, curses…" he listed. "We have to be careful" I said this to Dean, who sighed.

"Freaking witches" He scoffed. "Motel room or cars?"

I looked to my father. "Motel" he stated. "Might be a few days"

"Awesome" Dean said. "Meet up later"

I clicked his phone shut, and put it back on the dashboard. "So how do we defeat witches?" I asked, having never helped on a case like this before. "And what kind of curses?"

"Kill them" he stated. "No other way" I looked up in shock. We never usually outright killed things like that. Especially things that were in some way human. "And the curses were things like bleeding out from nothing, going deaf too"

"So not all fatal" I stated.

"They got progressively worse to the point of death" my father replied, turning off the road. The impala followed behind us. "I'm going to need your help on this one"

"No problem" I smiled. "What do you need?"

"I'll let you know" he stated, giving me a small smile.

I looked out the window, staring at the road signs. I sighed, all the sudden thinking about Sam again. He still hadn't picked up the phone. I wanted to make sure he was okay, but it wasn't like I could just ask my father if we could just swing by Stanford. "Are you and Dean going to go out tonight?" I asked.

"Why?" he asked.

I shrugged, playing it nonchalant. "No reason"

"Alexis.."

"No really" I stated, looking over. "I was just wondering"

He sighed, but questioned me no more. I went back to staring out the window. He was so touchy when we were driving for long periods of time. I usually just tried to blank him out so that I didn't have to listen. "Are you listening?" my father asked, nudging me.

"Huh?" I asked turning. "No, sorry"

He grumbled. "I said that you need to study up on your Latin" He played with the air conditioner. "It's been weeks since I saw you crack that book"

"Why?" I asked. "Do you use Latin to fight witches?"

"No" he said. "And you don't need to question me when I tell you to do something, understand?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir" I said. There was a long awkward pause, until my father turned the radio on. This was why I hated driving with him. It was boring, and after awhile I couldn't say anything without being wrong. I thanked god when he finally pulled off at an exit.

I called Dean back. "We're going to the Green Valley motel up ahead off route two" I stated, repeating what my father had told me moments before.

"Okay" he said. "You sound upset"

"The bee's aint buzzing" I laughed, thinking of our stupid code words. This one meant that dad was in a bad mood. My dad shot me a look, but I ignored it. "See you in ten"

SPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPN

"Lex!" Dean shouted from the other side of the bathroom door. "Get your ass in gear!"

"Calm down" I grumbled, rolling my eyes. "I'm coming! Geez" I tied my hair up and then walked out, and saw that my father was gone. "Where's dad?"

"He left already" Dean said. "He went to talk to the police. We're headed to the psychic's place"

"Oh" I said, as we left the room. I got into the passenger seat and thought for a moment. "What's our story?"

"You've been having weird dreams" he smiled. "So start thinking"

I smirked. "I'll just tell her about the time that you—"

"No you won't" Dean said. "Ever"

I laughed. "I could just tell her about my actual life?" I suggested. "It's pretty weird"

"Whatever you want" he said. "Just make sure you keep her distracted long enough so I can sneak a peek around the place"

"Okay" I replied, and we got out of the car. The house seemed normal looking. I couldn't help but feel nervous. If the entire problem was surrounding this place, why the heck were we going here? I sighed and we entered. There was already a person sitting at the chair.

"I'll be with you in a moment!" called a voice. A woman in long flowing robes came out, and handed a packet of something to the man. "Take this tonight with liquids" she instructed. "And the dreams will reveal what they mean"

He took it and silently walked out. "I hate these types" Dean whispered in my ear. "Such fakes"

"How do you know?" I asked, watching the woman chant to herself. She was speaking in Latin, which reminded me that I never had looked at the book that my father had told me to. Now I kind of wished that I had.

"She's chanting nonsense" Dean scoffed. "Might as well be speaking gibberish"

"Come in!" she called, looking up. She had on more make up then a clown. I looked at Dean, and then stepped forward and sat in the chair. "What can I help you with my dear?"

"Uh, I've been having, um, weird dreams?" I said, watching her as she grabbed my hands. "And I wanted—"

"You want me to tell you what they mean?" She said her eyes boring into mine. "Of course, my dear" She held my hands, closing her eyes. "Now tell me, what are these about?"

"Uh…" I said. "It's dark and I can't see" I began. I was remembering a dream I had awhile ago. "And out of nowhere, a bright flash goes off and then I feel like I'm falling, and then I usually wake up"

She sighed, and then frowned. She abruptly let go of my hands. "Okay" she said. "I'm going to need to grab a few things"

"Sure" I said, and watched her reach behind her. She pulled out a vial. "Here" she said, "Drink this"

"Now?" I asked.

"Now" she nodded.

I hesitantly put the vial to my lips, and downed it. I felt completely normal, just maybe a little light headed. "What was that?" I asked.

"A mixture" she said. "The dreams should reveal what they mean now"

"That's it?" I asked.

"That's it" she repeated again.

"Are you good?" Dean asked, and I nodded. He smiled at the lady, handing her the money and then pulling me out. "What were you thinking, drinking that?"

I opened my mouth to reply, and found that I couldn't speak. I tried to cough, but nothing happened. "Hello?" Dean asked, turning me to face him. "What the hell?"

I tried again, and found that I could make no noises. Crap.