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Chapter Three

Dean waited for a cue from Sam. He was just a bystander, how the hell was he supposed to know what to do? While waiting for the cue that probably wasn't going to come in the near future, Dean took the moment to study the two teenagers goofing off in the yard. The girl, a little thing that he would have guessed to be ten if Sam hadn't told him otherwise, was building a snowman (which served only to enforce the idea that she was ten in Dean's mind) with her older brother, though it seemed to Dean as though the brother was doing most of the building and she was simply wreaking havoc. Dean snorted, he could easily relate to that situation. Sam had been absolutely useless when they'd constructed the few snowmen they'd had the chance to build, and it had been his idea every time, but this brother, much like Dean, was willing to do whatever would make his younger sibling happy. Abruptly the face of their mother flashed into Dean's mind and any fuzzy memory he had from his childhood was erased. Dean leaned back into the comfortable seat of his Chevy. He couldn't wait any longer.

"Sam," he began before being cut off by the younger Winchester.

"Shh, wait a minute, Dean. I just need to see something." Sam sounded far away, lost in his thoughts. Dean looked between his brother and the teenagers on the lawn. He didn't get it. So this was the girl from the nightmare? Now what? Dean watched the older brother as he got creamed with a snowball, and he smirked with the pride he found in knowing that Sam had never been able to get him, let alone some munchkin of a girl. What Dean didn't consider, something he supposed he should have, was that the older boy let himself get hit for his sister's ego's sake. Dean sighed as he watched the older boy chase the girl around, watched as he picked her up from behind and twirled her around the same way he had Sammy when they'd been younger, and he saw the same thing Sam had. He saw her face contort with pain and he reacted without thinking, he got out of the car, Sam following closely behind him. As they drew closer Sam reached out and dropped a hand onto Dean's shoulder, pleading for Dean to let Sam handle this thing. Dean hung back a little behind his younger brother, ready for anything. Ahead of them the girl had been unable to hold back her small whimper of pain, her only concession to the ache in her body. Upon hearing this her older brother had immediately set her back on her feet and was pleading with her to tell him what had happen, had he hurt her, if so then where.

She sensed them before he did. Caleb watched Addy's head snap to attention as the two older boys drew closer to them.

"Caleb, our guests have been traveling for some time now. Can you get a pot of tea going?" She asked in a tone that Caleb understood. She was all business. Sighing he left her on the lawn, a place where he could keep an eye on her from the kitchen, this was his baby sister after all.

"Hey. Welcome to Nowhere Oklahoma," Adelaide teased. The boys smiled, more to be polite than because the joke had actually been funny. She took a breath and decided to just jump right in.

"Well, I know you," she pointed to Dean, "but I don't know you." Here she pointed to Sam. The brothers exchanged a look. They'd figured that she would know Sam if she knew anyone.

"You know me?" Dean asked. Adelaide nodded.

"You've been in a lot of my visions lately. In one of them you were strangling me and in another you were unwrapping a cord from around my neck." Adelaide elaborated. The brothers exchanged another look.

"Do you think that you could describe these visions in greater detail?" Sam asked her. Addy nodded as she gestured towards the house.

"Come on in. . ."

"Sam, and this is my brother Dean Winchester."

"Adelaide Jameson. I hope you guys like tea." She smiled, knowing that Dean would rather drink jet fuel. She could sense that he was about to say something and cut him off, "Don't worry, Dean, we have coffee." Sam laughed as the boys followed her into the house. In the living room they encountered the Jameson parents, Addy's father Martin calmly reading the newspaper while a football game played out on the television meanwhile her mother, Anne, was seated reading a novel. Sam felt his heart catch. They were a normal family, living out the normal life he'd wanted for all of his. In the kitchen Caleb had finished boiling the water and was pouring out three mugs of tea, a mug of coffee waiting for Dean next to the tea, leaving Sam to wonder whether or not Caleb had visions of his own. When they'd had their tea and had exhausted all forms of pleasant conversation Adelaide suggested that she show the boys their town. The brothers watched as she gently explained to Caleb that he needed to stay behind and that she would return in about an hour. That settled the brothers left the house, Adelaide walking between them.

"So, tell us about your visions, Adelaide." Sam implored.

"Well, I've had them all my life as well as just knowing things, like how I knew you hated tea but practically live off coffee. They've always been about people I know until the night I dreamt about the girl on the ceiling." Dean looked over her head to see Sam stiffen ever so slightly.

"It starts with me walking into this apartment, my apartment I guess, and I lay down but I feel something drip onto my forehead and when I open my eyes she's staring at me and I scream something, but I never remember what it is, and then she suddenly bursts into flames. That's when you come in and pull me out of the room." Addy continued, gesturing to Dean for this last part.

"Is that it?" Dean asked.

"No. I've had three dreams that I can't explain. That was the first one. In the second one I was in a house with you Dean, and we were fighting. We were tied for a little while but then you pinned me and started strangling me. Something made you stop but I was too messed up to see what it was, and then I woke up. It was weird to begin with but even weirder because in the next one I was being strangled by some cord and you were the one to save me." Sam sighed. It all made sense to him now. She'd been dreaming of his waking moments from the previous weeks.

"You've been dreaming my life, Addy. The girl on the ceiling was my girlfriend, the time you saw Dean try to strangle me happen when a shape shifter took on his body, and the time with the cord happened only a week ago at our old family home." Sam offered her. Dean was surprised that Sam had given her that much but figured it was what she deserved, she'd gotten sucked into their lives after all.

"I don't understand this. What's connecting us? Up until today I'd never met you before."

"I think the connection is because of me. I've been dreaming of you too." Sam confessed. Adelaide sighed and stopped walking. Pulling a tissue from her purse she dipped it into the snow on the ground and rubbed away some of the make-up on her wrist before holding it out to the brothers. Her delicate wrist was crisscrossed with bruises, some beginning to fade while others looked as though it would take years for her skin to return to it's original perfect shade.

"Well we need to figure out how to break the connection. Otherwise these dreams are going to kill me."

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