Sitting in the driver's seat of his rental car, Sam both hands on the wheel. He was five miles out of town, but he wasn't driving. As easy as it would be to run away… he didn't want to run away. He just wanted… My god, what did he want?! Everything, every single thing that was happening… it just wanted it to stop. The dreams, the demons, the notes, the injuries, the weird looks. Why couldn't he just be normal?! Why did all this have to happen? … The dreams, the demon attacks… The miscarriage! Why did he attract all these supernatural things?

After a few minutes, Sam pulled the keys out of the ignition. He couldn't leave. But he needed a few minutes to just sit and vent. He felt horrible to just leave Jess like that, but he knew that he needed a break.

Sam's head began to hurt again. He began to fumble in his pocket for his painkillers, and it suddenly got worse. He put a hand to his head, but it didn't do anything to stop it. Sam clenched his jaw, his hand tightening around the steering wheel. His vision flickered behind closed eyelids. There were images he couldn't make out… something moving in a blurry blue mass. Sam wasn't even aware of his actions as the scene took place before his unwilling eyes. He might have cried out in pain, or hit something, but he just remembered what he saw. It was water, he finally found out. That was what the blue mass was. A body floated, suspended in perpetual destruction, oxygen floating for the last time from its lips as it sunk down in the water. The person was a young man, as far as Sam could make out. He was about eighteen or nineteen, with flaming red hair grown fairly long in a punk style. The man's eyes were cold. Dead.

The first thing Sam was aware of was that his phone was ringing. He took deep breaths. It felt like he had been winded, although minutes ago – or however long it had really been – that his head felt like it would explode. He took another minute to catch his breath, before slowly picking up his phone. "…Hello?"

"Hey…"Dean seemed a bit uncomfortable, as if he was crossing unknown boundaries. " Er… Jessica was just wondering where you were."

"Was she?"

"Do you want me to tell her something?" Dean seemed to be implying something. His secret question was apparent. "ARE you okay?"

"Um… No. That's fine. I'll be home soon." Sam was vague about when soon was, but he wasn't lying.

"So, what's going on with you lately? Dad got a phone call yesterday, and he seemed really worried about something, and then you just leave without saying anything, and I was just wondering" –

"How I was?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know Dean, you tell me." Sam's voice wasn't angry, but somehow that made it worse. He couldn't take it anymore. "First… Jess calls and says that we lost the baby, then I fly home to get the shit kicked out of me by a demon, then I find out that the demon actually caused her to loose the baby, and it somehow has something to do with our family. Jess and I just got into a fight over, oh yeah, every freaking thing that has ever freaking happened in his freaking family, and I'm probably failing this LSAT's because of all this, so there goes a year's worth of college. And to top it off, I have slept maybe two hours total in the past two months, not including the part where I was knocked unconscious countless times in a row. But yeah, I'm fine!"

Dean paused, probably trying to process all that information at once. "Sam…"Dean's voice was cautious. " First of all, I'm supposed to be the angry brooding one, remember?"

"Bite me." Sam hesitated. "And by the way, thanks for the warning. Jess already knew about mom."

"She asked how we started, and I told her."

"I think my girlfriend should hear my life story from me, thanks."

"Sam, what's this really about?" Dean interrupted Sam' s second outburst. "And why have you not been getting any sleep?"

"Dean…"Sam sighed. " I'm tired."

"Of what?"

"Of fighting. With you, with Jess, with dad. With myself. I'm sick of it."

Sam could hear the jangling of keys on the other end of the phone. "Sam… I don't know all of what's going on, but you don't have to tell me right now."

Sam didn't reply.

"Where are you?"

"In the car, five miles south of town."

"Are you okay to drive?"

Sam huffed. "I don't drink and drive Dean."

"No," Dean laughed, "I just don't think you are supposed to drive right now, what with all the med's they have you on."

"I'm fine Dean," Sam sighed.

"Well then I'll meet you somewhere. The hotel, your place, anywhere. I just don't think you should be alone right now."

Sam was too tired to object, and somehow the prospect of telling Dean about everything didn't seem too bad. Hopefully he would have the same bravery when he got there. "Okay. There's a little coffee house on the corner of 21st and 2nd. How about there?"

"Sounds good to me," Dean agreed, but he still sounded concerned. "Meet you there in half an hour?"

"In counting." Sam sighed to himself, and then hung up the phone. He closed his eyes for a moment, the memory of his "dream" still strong. They wouldn't be able to save the boy. That much was certain. He was going to drown somewhere, anywhere, and at the rate that the last dream came true, there wouldn't be time to find him. Poor kid.

With slow, trepid movements, Sam turned the car around, and was soon on his way to the coffee house.