I had just finished my breakfast and I was stuffed, but Dean was on his third plate of bacon. I could hear his arteries hardening from across the table. He leaned back in his chair, crunching the last pieces of bacon. He popped the last little sliver into his mouth and licked his greasy fingers greedily. I snorted and rolled my eyes at him. He looked up at my puzzled.

"What?", he chuckled. "I got bacon in my teeth or somethin'?"

"You ate so much of it that maybe you should buy stock in pork!", I laughed. I had to admit that it felt good. I hadn't really laughed in a long time. He smiled at me and started laughing too. Dean had to be twice my age, but he acted like a teenager or even younger sometimes. He was easy to talk to and, I had to admit, he was really cute. But, I had to get him to listen to me about his brother before it was too late. "Dean, we really need to talk", I said, trying to look serious. His smile faded and he sat back upright in his chair with a heavy sigh. I think he knew what the topic of conversation would be. He nodded, staring down at the table. "You need to listen to me when I tell you that your brother is gonna get out of wherever you're keeping him! He's gonna get out and he's gonna kill you!" He rolled his eyes at me and snorted. "You need to pay attention to my dreams, Dean. They've been right ever since before the vampires. I even dreamed of you!" He looked at me in shock.

"You dreamed about me?", he breathed. I nodded at him. "What did you dream about?" This was so not what I wanted to talk about with him. I got sick to my stomach just thinking about that dream.

"Does it matter, Dean?", I grumbled. He sat there staring at me with his head tilted to the side. He wasn't going to let it go. "I dreamed you came to the motel, looking for your brother. When you saw me and found out what he did, you hit him and you guys started fighting. He was able to get his gun and shoot you. Then he stabbed me to death. But when you really came to the motel and I grabbed your brother's arm, some of it changed." He furrowed his eyes at me, puzzled. "But it didn't change what happened to you, Dean! He shot you! If Cas hadn't heard my prayer, you'd be dead!" He stared at his hands as they balled into fists. I knew he was hurting and I didn't know how to help him. "Look, I know that you love your brother. But, you have to do something. And soon.

"What?", Dean croaked, on the verge of tears. "What am I supposed to do?" I put my hands over his and he looked up at me in defeat. "I can't kill my brother! And I don't know how to help him!" I felt so bad for him and I wished that I knew how to help. I wished that I could turn this vision stuff on and off whenever I wanted to, but it seemed to only happen when I was asleep and only involve me. I didn't know if I could dream about someone else's future.

"We'll figure it out, Dean! OK?, I whispered. "I'm not..." My words were abruptly cut off by a stabbing pain in the side of my head. I literally felt like I had been shot and I fell out of the chair. I could hear footsteps getting close to me and my vision became murky like I was under water.

"VIOLET!", I heard Dean's voice scream at me, but it sounded like it was coming from far away. I could see him hovering over me, but I couldn't make out his features. I went rigid and saw things in my head. Awful things! Sam being tortured by another man in a cage. He was hanging naked upside down and the other man was cutting him open like he was gutting an animal. The screaming was gut wrenching. Then I saw Sam turn into a cloud of smoke and get sucked from the cage and into this purple stone that a man was holding. The scene started to fly away from me like I had been jerked backwards. The next thing I knew Dean was holding me in his arms in the middle of the kitchen floor. My head was pounding and my vision was fuzzy around the edges. "Wha...what happened?"

"You fell out of your chair and started shaking like you were having a seizure", Dean breathed. He was panting like he'd just run a mile. "Your eyes rolled back in your head, Violet! Are you OK?" I moaned holding my head. I had never had a head ache like this before. I laid there trying to breath through the pain that was threatening to split my skull open. I was desperately trying to hold on to the images that I had just seen before they slipped from my mind like a bad dream.

"I saw him, Dean!, I whimpered, grabbing Dean by the collar of his flannel shirt. "You're brother in the cage! I mean his soul!" Dean looked at me in shock. "A man was...torturing him. I think it was Lucifer!" Dean looked away from me and I watched his jaw clench and twitch in anger. "But then Sam turned into smoke and was sucked out of the cage and into this little purple stone that a man was holding." He looked back at me and let out the breath that he'd been holding.

"What?!", Dean growled. "You saw Sam's soul get out of the cage?" I nodded at him and he closed his eyes and sighed in relief. "Did you recognize the man holding the stone? I shook my head. I had never seen him before in my life. "Can you describe him?"

"He had dark hair and a scruffy face", I whispered. "He was wearing a black suite and a blue silk tie." Dean's eyes went wide and he slapped his palm over his face.

"SON OF A BITCH!", Dean growled between clenched teeth. "Why'd it have to be fuckin' Crowley?!" I didn't know who he was talking about, but it was obvious that Dean didn't like this man at all. "Bobby's gonna shit bricks!" I guess there was no love loss between Bobby and this Crowley guy either.

"Whose Crowley?" I looked at Dean and he rolled his eyes at me.

"Crowley's a pain in the ass! That's what he is!", Dean groaned. "He's also a demon!" I looked up at him in shock. A friggin' demon? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. But then again, my family had been killed by vampires, I had been held captive by a man with no soul, and been saved by a monster hunter and an angel! Why should a demon be anymore unbelievable?

I felt like I had fallen into an episode of the Twilight Zone.