Dean walks over and tosses his stuff on one of the beds, still somewhat disturbed by his surroundings. Sam tosses his bag onto the other bed.

Sam: "So . . . uh . . . we got our next case yet?"

Dean: "Uh, Sam? We are our next case . . . We're not taking on anything until I get rid of these visions . . ."

Sam: "Eh . . . you'll get used to them . . ."

Dean: "I don't want to get used to them! I want rid of them!"

Sam: "Whoa! Down boy . . . Calm down . . ."

Dean: Trying to calm down "Ok . . . first thing we need to do . . . figure out how the heck I ended up with these visions . . . we need to research . . . come on . . . we're going to the library . . ."

Sam: "Aw come on! I thought we were gonna research tonight! At the bar? . . . Ugh . . . fine . . . " He grabs his coat and follow Dean out to the impala.

Sam gets in the Impala with Dean, and drives to the local public library.

Sam: "And just how the heck do you plan on finding all this out Dean? It's not like all libraries have the 'Magic Spells, Curses, and Hexes' section . . . This is just a waste of time."

Dean: "I don't know Sam! But we're going to figure it out . . . we have to . . . because this?" (meaning the visions) "This is not me . . ."

Sam: "Yeah . . . you're acting even bitchier than normal . . . " He hears his phone ring. He checks the Caller ID box, and reads the name 'Sarah'. "I gotta take this one Dean . . ."

Dean: "Of course you do . . ."Rolls his eyes as he watches Sam walk out.

Sam walks outside and answers his phone "Hello?"

Sarah: "Hi Sam, it's Sarah . . ."She waswondering if he'd even remember her.

Sam: "Hey, 'sup?"

Sarah: "Not much . . . just, was thinking about you . . . wondering how you're doing . . ." She felt like an idiot . . . Sam probably didn't even care about her anymore . . . but at the time, he'd seemed so . . . perfect . . ."

Sam: "Aw, how cute . . . I'm good . . . Hey, we should grab a beer sometime . . . where you at again?"

Sarah: "Um . . . Sam? You don't even remember me do you . . ." She said,sounding sad and a little upset.

Dean, wondering what the hellwas taking so long, goes out to Sam "Sam! Come on, we have research to do here . . . who's on the phone?"

Sam: Covering the phone receiver thinking Sarah can't here him "Some chick named Sarah . . . i don't know . . ."

Dean: "What? Sam . . . Sarah from when we dealt with that freaky ass haunted painting?"

Sam: "Oh, that Sarah? I thought it was that one from . . . oh nevermind . . ." Heuncovers the receiver, not knowing Sarah had just heard that conversation.

Sarah: "Sam!"

Sam: "Yeah . . . what . . ."

Sarah: She could tell something was wrong . . . this wasn't the Sam she'd fallen in love with. "Put Dean on the phone . . ."

A/N: Thank you to everyone who's been reading my fic and to those who have left comment/review! Reviews are MORE than welcome! Feedback of any kind is always helpful (especially since this is my first fic) I'll be updating again tomorrow so don't forget to check back please!