Sam looks up from the screen at Dean. "Familiar . . . yeah, what's it from?"

Dean: "That's what we need to figure out . . . "

Sam: "Oh . . . that makes it a little harder."

Dean: "I know . . . but we need to think through the past few days and see if we can remember where we heard it . . . "

Sam: "Alright . . . well, we know it's not from yesterday . . . "

Dean: "Right . . . so what about before that? Two days ago we were finishing up that case . . . "

Sam: "Right, right . . . that one with that voodoo chick . . . man she was hard to get rid of . . . "

Dean: "Yeah . . . While we were down there . . . anything could have happened . . . we were in voodoo central . . . "

Sam: "Voodoo central? Kinda an extreme way of putting it . . . "

Dean: "Whatever, but we were there for what . . . three days tops?"

Sam: "Yeah, three . . . sounds about right . . . "

Dean: "Ok, so . . . start from the beginning . . . from when we first drove into town . . . "

Sam and Dean talk their way through the time they'd spent there. Starting from when they first drove into that town, right up until two days ago. However, nothing jumped out at them as being the time when they'd heard those words . . .

Dean reaches out and angles the laptop toward him, and reads through the descriptive paragraph right below the words.

Dean: Reading out loud "This is one of the most powerful voodoo curses. Only a few of the most powerful priestesses can perform it properly. When done correctly, and with enough power, this curse will remove a person's life force, consequently killing the victim of the curse. Most often, the life force of the victim becomes fused with that of the priestess who performed the curse, strengthening her. However, when performed improperly, or without enough power, it's difficult to tell what consequences will occur. It had been theorized by some, that the victim's life force dissipates into nothingness. While others speculate that that it's the beginning of reincarnation, and that the victim's life force gives new life."

Sam: "Well that's not a very nice curse . . . "

Dean: "You think?" starts to roll his eyes at Sam, but suddenly fiery pain explodes throughout his entire body, and he collapses to the floor of the motel room.

Sam: Panic floods into Sam . . . What was going on! "Dean! DEAN! What's happening!"

Dean lay on the floor, clutching at his head as images flashed before his eyes. It was the Readers Digest version of the past few days . . . them arriving in voodoo central. Their questioning session, their late night research sessions, and the final battle where they'd destroyed the angry spirit of that ancient voodoo priestess. As the pain slowly begins to subside, and Dean's regular vision begins it's effort to return to normal . . . Dean sits up a little bit, not bothering to try and actually stand.

Sam: "Dean! Dean what was that!"

Dean: ". . . Vision . . ."

Sam: "What'd you see?"

Dean: "Voodoo central . . . "

Sam: "Huh?"

Dean: "I saw the past again . . . Why do I keep seeing the past Sam?"

Sam: "I have no idea Dean . . . I'm sorry . . . You alright?"

Dean mutters an insincere yes as he plays the vision through his head again . . . something there had to be important . . . wait . . . that last bit . . . when they were trying to banish her . . . could it be?

Dean: "Sam . . . remember the fight? When we were trying to banish her?"

Sam: Looks confused for a moment, then nods, remembering "The priestess?"

Dean: "Yeah . . . When you were saying that banishing spell . . . she was saying something else . . . At the time, I didn't really pay any attention to the words, I thought she was attempting a counter-spell to deflect the banishment . . . "

Sam: Catching on "But she wasn't . . . any counter-spell would have had to have been in Latin, like the spell I was saying . . . "

Dean: "Right . . . but it wasn't . . . her words were in English . . . "

Sam and Dean look at each other for a moment, and then look at the words of the curse typed out on the screen. The thought occurs to them at the same time and they both say it "The curse . . . "