Sam: "Uh . . . ok . . ." He hands his phone to Dean.
Dean: "Hello? Sarah?"
Sarah: "Yeah Dean, it's me . . . um . . . what's going on?"
Dean: "What do you mean?"
Sarah: "Sam's acting, well . . . he doesn't sound like the same Sam that I met when you guys were here . . . Is he alright?"
Dean: "I guess, I haven't really noticed anything off about him, but I've kinda been going through some stuff myself lately . . . But hey, we're pretty close to your town right now, maybe we could swing by and you and Sam could go out to dinner."
Sarah: "Uh . . ." She was really confused now . . . had she just really not known them at all? Or was something really strange going on . . . she decided that she needed to see them . . . both of them . . . they were talking . . . well, like each other . . . "Uh . . . yeah, that'd be great . . . how soon do you uh, think you could be here?"
Dean: "Um . . . Give us 30 minutes, we're about an hour away, but the way Sam drives, we'll be there in half an hour."
Sarah: "See you then." Shehangs up and says to herself "Sam's gonna drive? . . . This is bad . . . Something's wrong . . . Dean doesn't let anyone drive that car . . ."
Dean hands Sam his phone back and turns toward the car
Dean: "Get your stuff Sam . . . we're taking a fieldtrip."
Sam: "Where . . ."
Dean: "Just get in the car . . ." Hewalks around to the driver's side.
Sam: "Hey! You aren't driving . . . No way . . ."
Dean: "Fine, but you'll have to drive where I say . . ."
Sam goes and grabs his stuff off the table in the library, and comes back out, wondering why they suddenly had to go. Sam tosses the stuff into the backseat, and climbs in, starting up the engine.
Sarah is pacing around in front of her house, waiting for Dean and Sam to show up . . . she had a really bad feeling about all this . . . she could tell something was wrong. She was worried . . . she really cared about Sam, and she wanted to make sure he was alright. She checks her watch . . . it'd been about half an hour since Dean had said they were on their way . . . she looks up as the headlights of a car catch her eyes, and she watches as Sam pulls the car to a stop in front of her.
Dean and Sam get out of the Impala.
Dean: "Hey Sarah . . . It's good to see you again . . ." He smiles.
Sam: Hey, 'sup . . ."
Sarah looks curiously at Sam, but doesn't mention anything quite yet.
Sarah: "Hi . . . um . . . please, come inside . . . it's kind chilly out here." Sheturns to walk inside, and Sam and Dean follow.
Sarah: Sitting down on the sofa "So, uh . . . How have you guys been?"
Dean: "We're ok . . . kinda trying to figure some stuff out right now . . . we got this new case, it's confusing to say the least . . ."
Sam: "It is not . . . Dean's just being a baby about it . . ."
Dean: "I am not!"
Sam: "Whatever, I don't even get why we came here in the first place . . . how the hell is she supposed to help us Dean!"
Dean: "Because she knows us . . . maybe she can help us figure out what's wrong!"
Sarah: She was worried "What are you talking about Dean?"
Sam: "It's nothing, lets just go Dean . . ."
Dean: "Sam, please go wait in the car, I need to talk to Sarah . . ."
Sam: "Fine . . . but hurry it up . . . I still wanna hit that bar tonight . . ." He walks back out, annoyed with Dean.
Dean: "Sarah, listen . . . what I'm about to tell you, I swear it's true, please don't get weirded out or anything . . ."
Sarah: "Dean, just tell me what's going on . . ."