Sam: "Dean! What just happened! Are you hurt?"

Dean: Still trying to catch his breath "Sam, I . . . I uh . . . just had a vision . . . "

Sam's face twists into a mask of confusion "huh?"

Dean: "A vision . . . refresh my memory here Sammy, but isn't that your territory?"

Sam:A hint of fear now creeping into his voice "uh . . . yeah . . ."

Dean: "Ok, so then why the hell did I get it!"

Sam: "I don't know! trying to calm down a bit ok . . . just tell me what you saw . . . we need to figure out where we need to go, and I'm the one who knows how to interpret these visions . . ."

Dean: "We don't need to get anywhere Sam . . . this wasn't about something that's going to happen . . ."

Sam: "What do you mean? My visions are always of the future . . ."

Dean: "Yeah I know . . . I guess the power works differently in me though . . . what I saw . . . it's already happened . . . " He avoids Sam's eyes . . . not wanting to have to tell Sam what he'd seen . . .

Sam: "But what did you see?"

Dean: "Uh . . . I don't remember?"

Sam: "Dean . . ."

Dean: "Ok, ok . . . it was the night Jess died . . . Sam . . . I don't get it? Why would I have a vision in the first place, let alone one about someone I didn't even know?"

Sam: "My powers must have somehow been transferred to you . . ."

Dean: "Ok, but why? . . . . And how is that even possible?"

Sam: "Well . . . maybe the visions decided they liked you better."

Dean: "Could you possible even pretend to be serious about this! You're always cracking jokes, messing around! You never take anything seriously!"

Sam: "Ok! Jeez . . . but you could use to lighten up a bit . . ."

Dean: "Oh, yeah . . . I'll just squeeze that in between figuring out why I'm having your visions, and figuring out why I'm suddenly the one doing one night stands and getting random phone numbers . . . what's happened to me Sam!"

Sam: "We need to figure this out . . . get some research done . . . Oh, hey! Maybe we should hit a bar tonight . . . see what happens with you . . . you know . . . strictly research purposes of course." smirks

Dean: "You just want an excuse to get drunk and hit on girls . . ." thinks about the idea though . . . they'd be able to find out if all those numbers really were his . . . and maybe that could somehow help him figure out why he was getting these damned nerve racking visions instead of Sam . . . "Fine . . . but I'm not gonna sleep in the Impala if you pick up some girl . . . I'm sick of getting kicked outta my own damn motel room."