Warnings: Language

Present

Victor had left the room a bit ago to think about some of the things Sam had told him. There was no way that it could be true what he was saying. It all seemed a little too perfect, a little too rehearsed.

"Everything okay?" Diana asked. Victor sighed.

"He's hiding something. I know he is. I just can't get him to crack." Victor told her.

"Maybe he's telling the truth. Maybe he doesn't know anything." Diana suggested. Victor shook his head.

"I've seen his brother's and dad's files. I know what the Winchester's are capable of. There's no way that Sam is innocent."

"Well, you've only got a few more hours to keep him." Diana pointed out. Victor sighed.

"I know, I know." He headed back to the interrogation room. He decided to sit outside and observe for a little bit. Because Sam was going to do something to slip up. He just knew it.

2006

Sam's head hurt. He wasn't sure if it was from being in the car the whole time, or if there was another vision/dream thing coming on. All he knew was he wanted to sleep and get rid of the headache. Dean had even turned on the soft rock station. Currently, a Bryan Adams song was playing lowly from the speakers and Sam had his eyes closed.

"Love makes monsters of us all." A voice said in his head. Sam groaned a little moved, getting Dean's attention. Sam hadn't been sleeping very well the past few nights. Dean had hoped that being in Baby with the soft rock playing would help.

"De?" Sam asked, opening his eyes some.

"We're almost there baby boy." Dean said, playing with his hair for a bit. "How's your head feel?"

"Hurts a little." Sam said, sitting up more to stretch his back some. "I hope this Missouri has some answers for us."

"Me too." Dean mumbled.

They arrived in Lawrence and parked at a motel. Dean made to get out, but Sam snagged his hand, stopping him.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Get two queens." Sam said. Dean looked like his heart had been broken.

"Is it something I did?" He asked.

"No. I just...we're brothers here, right? I'm still going to curl up in the same bed as you. I just don't want the weird looks that go with it." Sam said.

"Like anyone's going to remember us. I was four and you were six months when we left." Dean said.

"Missouri might." Sam said. Dean sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Yeah. You're right. I'll get us two queens." Dean went up to get their room for their Lawrence stay. He came back a bit later and parked the car in front of their room. It made him think of all the times when they were younger and they were sharing a room with John. Two seperate queen beds and one of the three would usually end up sleeping on the couch.

Sam immediately sat at the small table and started to look into Missouri as Dean set about making the room safe. He heard the familiar clicks of the keyboard and mouse as Sam navigated the browser. Dean found a phone book in the nightstand between the two beds.

"Found it." Dean and Sam said at the same time. They looked up at each other. Sam had a list of psychics in the area. Dean had an advertisement for Missouri Moseley: Psychic.

"Well, guess we're on the right path then." Dean said. "Do you want to go now or…"

"Let's go." Sam said. "The sooner we can get some answers, the better." Sam got up, ready to go. Dean grabbed him and pulled him to him, kissing him deeply. He could feel the way Sam melted.

"What was that for?" Sam asked when they broke apart.

"I don't know when I'm going to get to kiss you again." Dean said. Sam blushed a little but managed to gain himself as they left to go talk to Missouri.

Missouri was not what Sam and Dean had expected. She was probably a foot shorter than them, but firey as hell. They watched as she talked to one of her clients and looked at her as he left.

"Poor fool. His wife is cheating on him." She sighed. "Well, Sam and Dean, come on." The boys looked at each other before following her to her office. She smiled at the both of them. "Boys, you grew up so handsome!" Dean glanced over at Sam. He didn't miss the look on Missouri's face though. But she didn't say anything. She had seen a lot worse from hunter children over the years. Instead, she closed her eyes for a second to focus.

"So, you know us." Dean said. Missouri nodded.

"Your daddy brought you with him when he came to visit me." She said. "I heard…"

"He died?" Sam said. "Werewolf."

"Tragic." She said. "At least you boys have each other, right?"

"Yeah." Dean said, nodding. "But, we came here for some questions."

"Well, take a seat." Missouri said, motioning for them to sit down. "What can I help with?" Dean and Sam looked at each other. Dean started to put his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. "Boy, you put your feet on my table and I'm going to beat you with a spoon."

"I didn't…"

"You were thinking about it. And your little muscle twitches said otherwise." She told him. Dean sighed and kept his feet planted on the ground. Sam's heart was racing. This was his vision. Missouri, the coffee table, everything.

"Sam?" Dean asked, getting Sam's attention.

"Sam." Missouri said, taking his hands in hers. He looked up at her. "Tell me."

"The...the thing that killed my mom, it killed one of my best friends." Sam told her. "And I've heard it's after me. And I don't know why." Missouri could see the tears in his eyes at what he had told her. She glanced over at Dean, who was sitting closer to Sam know and rubbing his back in small, soothing circles.

"Sam, he's after you and me. Well, not so much me anymore." Missouri explained to Sam. "We are a rare breed. We're natural born psychics."

"What?" Dean asked. "Sammy's not psychic."

"I'm afraid he is." Missouri said. "The question is, what kind of psychic are you Sam? Me? I can read thoughts. It was so hard when I was younger and it made my head feel like it was going to explode. But I learned to control it and now I can listen in if I want, but I don't have to."

"I have these dreams and sometimes they come true." Sam told her. "And one of them happened when I was awake a few nights ago. In fact, I saw you and Dean was about to put his feet up on the table."

"You can see the future." Missouri said with a smile.

"So, why does this demon or whatever want natural born psychics?" Dean asked.

"They're rare." Missouri said. "And it's hard to predict them unless you have some insider secrets. A psychic child can be born to non-psychic parents, and vice versa. Say if Sam was to have a child, there would be no guarantee that he or she would be psychic." She paused for a second. "My son isn't psychic. Or if he is, he's keeping it from me."

"So this demon wants natural born psychics? For what?" Dean asked. Missouri shrugged.

"I don't know." She said. "He seems to have given up on us older ones and are going after the younger generation." She got up and went to a desk. "I have talked to some hunters who have told me there seem to be a surge of twenty-two year olds with psychic abilities. Normally, in the United States, there are one or two a year. According to what some hunters have shared with me, and now including Sam, in 1983, there were at least 8."

Sam and Dean sat there, thinking about it all. There were 7 other people out there like Sam that didn't have their knowledge. For all they knew, the demon could've gotten them already.

"Sam." Missouri said, pulling Sam from his thoughts. "It's going to be hard at first, but with some training and meditation, you'll realize you've been given a gift." She offered Sam a small smile. "And I can help you. Of course, I don't see the future, but I can teach you ways to ease the pain. It will get better with time."

"Thank you Missouri." Sam said. "We really should be going though."

"You don't have to rush off." She said.

"We haven't really slept in like forty-eight hours." Sam said with a bit of a laugh. Missouri nodded.

"Well, don't be strangers." She told them. "I expect to see you again."

"Thanks for everything." Dean said as the two rushed out. Dean knew she had read some of the stuff in his mind. He just wasn't sure what she had read. He followed Sam out to the Impala, and neither of them spoke until they were safe back inside the confines of their motel room.

"Why me?" Sam asked as he sat on one of the beds, his head in his hands. Dean shed his jacket and knelt on the floor in front of Sam. "Why did it have to be me?"

"Sweetheart, look at me." Dean said. Sam looked at Dean and he could see the fear in his little brother's eyes. "You're still the boy I fell in love with. You're still the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. There is nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, that will change that. Not this, not anything else."

"But…" Sam started to say. Dean shook his head.

"We're going to work through this, just like we always do." Dean told him. "Some little psychic crap isn't changing anything. I mean, you're Sam Fucking Winchester after all." He smiled when he saw the little smirk on Sam's face.

"I guess you're right." Sam laughed a little.

"Of course I'm right. I'm older and wiser." Sam rolled his eyes a little. Dean moved to sit by Sam. "Come here." He pulled him to him and kissed him gently. "We will deal with these visions or whatever as they come. But for now, we have each other. And I've missed you." He placed gentle kisses on Sam's collarbone. Sam let himself relax. Dean was good at that. Getting the tension out of Sam's muscles.

Dean was great at therapy.