PART 2

"I know how it sounds, believe me," Sam said quickly, "but I really think you are in danger." The waitress looked at him like he was mad. "Look, I'm not gonna hurt you, but I really need you to not go home today. I think there's something out there." The waitress seemed frightened.

"What, you mean, like someone? Should we go to the police or something?" Sam faltered, not sure what he should say.

"Would you look at that? Here we are, dragging our asses all around town to look for this chick, and here you are, flirting with a waitress? Don't you think that's a little role switch there, Sam?" Dean grunted, flopping down on the seat next to Sam. Claudia sat across from them.

"Sorry, all we got were strange looks." She said. Sam looked from them to the waitress.

"So, what now, college boy? Start going house to house?" Dean asked, taking the menu and leafing through it.

"Uh, actually, I found her." Dean dropped the menu, looking at Sam in amazement. "Dean, this is Monica. That's the woman I've been telling you about." Dean stared at the waitress, and then looked at Sam.

"Weren't we in here this morning?" he asked. Sam gave a slight nod. "So, I just wasted half a day when I could have stayed here, doing nothing?" he demanded.

"I think there's a bigger issue here." Sam defended himself.

"Bet you would." Dean muttered.

"Look, you'd better tell me what the hell's going on, or I'm going to get the manager!" Monica threatened fearfully. "You come in here with this story about someone waiting for me in my house…"

"Not someone…" Sam stopped her, and then glanced around. "Look, could we go somewhere more… private?"

"No!" Monica took a step back.

"Look, do you know someone named Jack?" Claudia asked. Monica wrinkled her brow.

"Jack? What does he have to do with this?" she demanded.

"When do you get off work?" Claudia asked instead.

"At midnight. My shift just started." Monica said. Claudia looked at Sam.

"We'll tell you then. In private." She said, looking at Monica.

"Oh, and in the meantime, could you get me a roast-beef sandwich and some fries?" Dean asked, shrugging at Sam's raging look. Monica rolled her eyes and went to the kitchen to give them Dean's order. Sam punched him in the shoulder. "What? It's lunch, I'm hungry, and dude, if you hadn't noticed, she's the waitress!" Dean protested, only to get another infuriated glare from Sam. "What's the deal with that Jack guy anyway?" he asked Claudia. She shrugged.

"Everyone knows a Jack. I just figured it's better than 'that guy over there had a vision about you dying'." She said. Dean tilted his head to the side.

"Good thinking."

"Look, I know it's really difficult to believe…" Sam said in a small voice, looking at Monica. They were sitting in Monica's living room, and it was nearly one in the morning. Dean was sitting by Sam's side while Claudia looked around the living room. Monica seemed on the verge of tears.

"Is this your idea of a joke?" she snapped at Sam, getting to her feet. "Who set you up to it? Or are you just that big a jerk?" she demanded. Sam shook his head in protest, raising his hands.

"Look, Monica, I know how it sounds…" he said quickly.

"Get the hell out of my house!" she cried.

"Listen, I know it sounds crazy, but I really think it would be better if you let us…" Dean started, but she gave him such a look that he didn't go on any farther.

"Monica, I'm just trying to help you." Sam said, getting to his feet.

"Yeah, right. You have visions. You know how many times people tried to pull this joke on me?" she demanded. "I was just a kid!" Sam blinked.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"There's no such thing as visions! Now, get the hell out of my house!" she yelled at him.

"What happened when you were a kid, Monica?" Dean asked. Monica's lower lip trembled.

"You really had a vision about me?" she asked, looking at Sam. He nodded lightly. "Prove it!" she said. "Tell me something I don't know." Sam glanced at Dean. The vision wasn't exactly a clear one. All he really saw was some sort of spirit, he guessed, chasing after her. How could he tell her that? He told her about the picture from her graduation day. "You mean that picture?" she asked, pointing at the picture on the wall. Sam looked behind him and sighed. "You're a real jerk, you know that?" she said angrily. "Now get out of my house before I call the police!"

"That went well." Dean said sarcastically as he opened the driver's door and got in the car. Sam slumped into the passenger seat, looking worried and upset. This didn't go at all as he had planned.

"Dean, this woman is going to get hurt unless we get her to listen." He said.

"Well, what do you want me to do, Sam? She doesn't want us in there, we can't exactly force her out of her own house…"

"She's hiding something." Claudia said, and both brothers turned to her. "You need to think about what you're going to tell her." She said, looking at Sam, "And then we should go back there, and make sure she gets the picture," Claudia made a face, "so to speak."

"How?" Sam demanded, "She's not going to let us back in there, she said she'd call the cops."

"I doubt that." Claudia said calmly. Sam wrinkled his brow.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because," Claudia sighed, "the amount of drugs she had stashed in there is enough to get her thrown in jail for intent to sell." She said, giving Sam a long look, and then smiled. Sam glanced at Dean, who shrugged. Sam ran his fingers through his hair.

"Okay. Then we need to find out what happened when she was a kid." He said, and Dean started the Impala.

"Thanks, thanks a lot." Sam said, shaking the young woman's hand, and left flower shop. Dean was waiting for him outside, leaning against the Impala.

"Well?" he asked as his brother neared him. Sam flashed him a smile, walking over to the other side of the car. Dean got in, waiting for Sam to do so. He looked at his brother, who seemed in a far better mood than he had been the previous night. "What'd she tell you?" Dean asked.

"When Monica was a kid," Sam started, looking at Dean and his smile grew bigger, "she told everyone she had had a vision. That she could see things before they happened." Dean raised his brows, looking at Sam with surprise. Sam nodded, grinning. "She must have thought we were making fun on her. I bet you that vision she had as a kid wasn't the only one she's had." He said. Dean gave a little nod.

"Just like Max." he said in a small voice. Sam's grin faded.

"We should go." He said.

They waited for Monica to return from work. She froze for a minute when she saw them, and then looked angrily at them as she took her keys out.

"You have some nerve, you know that? How dare you come back here?" she accused. Sam looked at Dean, and then at Monica.

"We know about your visions, Monica." He said. Monica clenched her jaw.

"Vision. Singular." She muttered, pushing through them to get to the door.

"No, I don't think so." Sam said. "I think that after the first time, when you saw how people reacted, you just decided to keep them to yourself. Didn't you?" he asked. She gave him an angry look, opening her door. "The drugs don't work, do they? They don't keep the visions away, do they?" Sam insisted. Monica glanced to both sides, making sure no one was there to hear what Sam had said. She sighed.

"Get in." she said, getting in and leaving the door open for them to follow. She took her purse off her shoulder, tossing it onto the couch and turning the lights on. "You want some coffee?" she asked, heading for the kitchen. Both Sam and Dean accepted her offer. It gave them more time to look around. Dean called Sam's attention to the many small plastic bags filled with white powder that were stuffed into a ceramic cow sitting on a shelf nearby. Sam tapped Dean's shoulder, showing him the number of empty wine bottles that were stashed under the couch.

"She sure is trying to keep something away." Dean muttered quietly as Monica returned with the coffee. They thanked her, sitting down.

"So, Monica, you want to tell us about that vision you had?" Dean asked. She glowered at him.

"No. You want to tell me about yours?" Dean glanced at Sam, who leaned forward in his seat, rubbing his hands on his knees.

"Look, about a year ago, I started having these… visions. Now, they always happen for a reason. Usually the same reason." He said, looking for any kind of reaction from Monica.

"A year ago?" she smiled bitterly. "Wait. They'll get worse." Sam wrinkled his brow.

"What do you mean? How long have you been having them?" he asked. She laughed a forced laugh, rolling her eyes.

"Only all my life. It could have been fine, I could just ignore them if it weren't for the splitting headaches." She said. "I swear, at some point I was sure I had a tumor or something."

"Could you tell us a little more about your visions? What are they about?" Dean pushed on.

"Fuzzy bears dancing around." Monica said. Dean bit his lip, a little irritated.

"Monica, I need to ask you something." Sam said, his heart pounding. "This might sound strange, but I need to ask you about your mother." Claudia frowned.

"My mom? What about her?" she asked.

"Is she… alive?" Sam asked awkwardly. Monica stared at him.

"She was this evening, when I spoke with her." She answered suspiciously. Sam gave Dean a long look.

"She is? You're sure? You're not adopted or anything?" Dean asked without thinking.

"Excuse me?" Monica sounded appalled. Dean flinched, smiling an embarrassed smile.

"Never mind." He said, getting to his feet. Something wasn't right. This wasn't like the thing with Max. Her mom was still alive, she's been having visions for years… But every one of Sam's other visions was somehow connected to the thing that killed their mom. What was the connection now? Dean didn't know, and it was making him nervous.

"Dean…"

"I know." Dean said as they left Monica's apartment and headed for the car.

"This sounds nothing like the last time." Sam said, "I mean, she's been having visions for years, her mom's alive… This thing, it just doesn't add up. Why am I having visions about this woman?" Sam asked, looking at Dean as they were about to enter the car.

"I don't know Sam. Hell, far as we know, maybe your powers are getting stronger." Dean said, half-shrugging, "Who knows. Tell me if you feel like leaping over tall buildings though, 'cause I'd love to see that." Dean said, a mischievous grin on his lips.

"Dean!" Sam wasn't all that amused.

"Yeah, alright." He said, starting the car. "You know what we should do? We should check to make sure Monica isn't adopted. I mean, just because the chick says she's not doesn't mean…" his voice trailed off. Sam gave a little nod. They sat in silence for a while, each lost in his own thoughts.

"You know, I'm going to ask Claudia to talk to Monica." Sam said at last, breaking the silence. Dean glanced at him.

"Why?" he asked. "Monica told us everything she was going to say. What makes you think she'll tell Claudia anything she didn't tell us?" Sam shook his head.

"I don't know. But Claudia's pretty good at making people talk. And maybe the whole girl talk thing would help." He suggested. Dean kept his eyes on the road.

"Yeah, whatever, dude. She's your girlfriend." He said.

"She's not my girlfriend." Sam said indignantly.

"Uh-hah." Dean smirked. "Bet you wish she was. You know, I don't get you, man. The way she looks at you, the way she talks about you, you could have scored ages ago." Dean said.

"Is that all you think about?"

"No!" Dean said quickly. And then a grin started to spread on his lips as his mind took him somewhere else…

TBC

A/N: The third chapter should be coming up soon. Tell me what you thought about this one, and it would definitely come faster... lol