The sounds of Led Zeppelin filled that air in a radius of ten feet, as Dead and Sam Winchester drove down Highway 66, on Direct Route to Salem, Oregon. Sam his dark brown eyes tired from a night without sleep was slowly developing a headache from the booming noise of "The Immigrant Song", though his brother, older by five years, was enjoying it a little too much. Sam reached over, rising getting hit in the face as he turned off the music. Where were they now? The Middle of Nowhere, Montana USA, and the gas tank was running low.

As the brothers turned on Exit 125 into Hampton, and into a crummy dinner and gas station, they could tell something was growing on by the constant stares and whispers of the employees and guests. After ordering two pieces of Cherry Pie, and sitting down, Sam letting out a sound of disgust, getting up from his seat, a wad of blue gum of his butt.

Whispers filled the diner. "She told me about Gerald... said he cheated on me with Jordene. That girl is nothing but a trouble maker. Of coarse, I would expect no less from one of Madison kids.." A plumb woman in the corner said, with hair the color of rust, and makeup that made her look like a pin-up girl.

"Yes, yes.." another woman added, considerably more miserable looking than the other, hair brown, and done up in the beehive that went out of style in the 70's. "She told me that my son, you know William, he just got deployed to Iraq a few weeks ago.. His father and I are so proud, Anyways, she told us that he was going to die this week... In a plane crash. Now, honestly, is that something to tell a mother, and that girl calls herself psychic."

Sam and Dean's heads shot towards the woman. Dean turned away, looking at his brother, who had a small grin on his face. Dean could tell what was on Sam's mind.

"No.." Dean stated firmly, "No way...We have to be in Salem by tomorrow.."

"Please.." Sam said

After a few moments, Dean stated "You set this up, didn't you..."

Sam looked into his brothers eyes, usually a way to break him down. "Yes, but only because I read an article about this girl... Lily Evans.. She never had any psychic ability, not until she got in a car accident, and her twin brother died. Not she's a 6 on the scale.."

"I thought it only went up to five..." Dean stated

"It did, until Lily Evans came along. She's everything. Post and Pre Cognitive, an Emphatic... this girl is amazing..."

"Yeah, and Is there any proof..."

Suddenly, the grubby man working at the bar turned up the TV. The scene was grotesque. A terrible plane crash. Plane Number 117, of the Fifth Hundredth Airborne to Iraq had just been found, crashed a day ago.

"William..." The woman whispered, before hitting the floor in uncontrolled sobs.

"Need any more proof than that?" Sam asked, smiling.

"Smart ass..."

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