In a Psychiatrist's office…
Dr. George Waxler, M. across from his patient, Scott Carey, as a tape recorder sat on the table between them.
"Don't be afraid, Scott. You can tell me anything, you know that. Whatever you say won't leave this room."
"It started a little over a year ago. Migraines at first. Then I found I could do… stuff."
"What do you mean, 'do stuff'?"
"I have this ability." Scott explained nervously as he bounced his knee, "When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want."
"How do you know?"
"I did it to the neighbor's cat. Its insides fried up like a hamburger." Dr. Waxler frowned and took note of that on his pad as his face went passive, "You don't believe me."
"I believe that you believe it."
"Then here." Scott leaned forward and extended his hand, "Wanna shake on it?"
Dr. Waxler ignored him, "Why would you want to kill the neighbor's cat?"
"I don't." Scott leaned back into his chair, "He wants me to, and he doesn't want me to stop there."
"Who?"
"The yellow-eyed man. He comes to me in my dreams. Tells me to do things, awful things." He became more upset the more he talked, "But I tell him no, no, I don't want to!"
"What else does the yellow-eyed man tell you?"
"He…" Scott looked at him grimly, "He has plans for me."
"What kind of plans?"
Later on…
Scott walked alone under a dark creepy train track when he stopped upon hearing something, "Hello?"
As he got to his car, he saw a dark figure reflected in the window. Scott turned slowly and saw that it was a man holding a knife. The man quickly stabbed Scott twice, killing him as blood flowed from his mouth.
With the Winchesters…
Angel sighed as Dean looked down, "Right before Dad died, he told us something." He took a breath as he looked at Sam, "He told us something about you."
"What?" He looked between them with worried eyes, "What did he tell you guys?"
"He said that…" Angel met his eyes carefully, "He said that he wanted us to watch out for you, to take care of you."
Sam shook his head still not understanding, "He's told you both that a million times, Ang."
"This time was different, Sammy…" She shook her head as she forced herself not to get upset at the memory, "He said that we have to save you."
He frowned, "Save me from what?"
"He just said that we had to save you, that nothing else mattered…" Dean interjected, his jaw clenching, "That if we couldn't, we'd…"
"You'd what, Dean?"
"That we'd have to kill you." Angel finished, tears sliding down her cheeks at Sam's reaction, "He said that we might have to kill you, Sammy."
"Kill me?" Sam scoffed in shock, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Angel shook her head as Dean looked away from him, "I mean, he must have had some kind of reason for saying it, right? Did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go Darkside or something? What else did he say?"
"Nothing." Dean shook his head, "That's it, that's all he said."
"How could you not have told me this?" Sam reeled with betrayal from Dean to Angel, "How could neither of you have said anything?"
"Because it was Dad." Dean pleaded, "He begged us not to."
"Who cares?! Take some responsibility for yourselves! You two had no right to keep this from me!"
"Sam, do you think this is what we wanted?" Angel yelled back with just as much emotion, "I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth! Ever since he did it's been haunting us, Sam!"
Sam turned and took a few steps away from them, fuming, "We've just got to figure out what's going on, then- what the hell all this means."
"We do?" Dean shook his head in dismissal, "I've been thinking about this, I think we should just lay low. You know? At least for a while. It'd be safer. And that way we can make sure-"
"What?" Sam snapped, "That I don't turn evil? That I don't turn into some kind of killer?"
Angel looked back up at him, "That's not what we're trying to say, Sammy."
"Jeez." He reeled on her with sharp sarcasm, "If you guys aren't careful one of you will have to waste me one day, Angel."
"That's not what we're saying!" She screamed back with just as much emotion, "This whole thing is spinning faster than i can blink, Sam! I mean you're- you're immune to a Demonic virus, you're having more visions, and we don't have even an inch of a clue what's going on!" Forcing herself to calm down she wiped her face, "Look, you're pissed at us for not saying anything, that's understandable. It's deserved, but Deans right, let's just lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?"
Sam angrily met her eyes, "Forget it."
"Sam, please." She moved in front of him, grabbing his shoulder and forcing him to look at her tear filled eyes, "Please. Just give us some time. Give us some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here, please."
He studied her and Dean for a second before nodding reluctantly.
At the Velvet Inn Motel…
In the dead of night, Sam left the motel room alone, a bag over his shoulder. He walked quietly past the Impala to a small black car and opened the door with a coat hanger. Looking around carefully he got in and drove away.
At a cabin…
Sam stood outside a dark house, holding a piece of motel stationery from The Blue Rose Motel, with an address written on it. He approached the house cautiously and picked the lock. Once he entered the dark house he passed through a doorway and tripped a wire at floor level. The wire triggered a grenade which exploded as Sam screamed. Once the debris settled, all that was left were his smoking boots as the image dissolved into a flash of light…
In a bedroom in the dead of night…
Ava, a young woman around Sam's age, woke up from the vision gasping erratically.
The man behind her stirred, "Hey…" He frowned at her in worry, "Honey?" She jumped a little but looked back at him, "You okay?"
"Oh, I just had another nightmare…" She said as she took a few deep breaths, "It's fine, it's nothing. Just go back to sleep."
"You sure?"
She laid down again, still panting, "Yeah…"
