PART 4

Dean looked nervously at Claudia, sitting across the table from him, his leg bouncing. He felt so awkward, having no idea what to say, so he said nothing, and Claudia did the same. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He cleared his throat.

"Uh, Claudia, about last night…" Claudia look up at him. "Listen, about that hug…" he could barely say the words. Man, I hate chick-flick moments! He thought to himself. "Could we…"

"Pretend nothing ever happened and let them fire the flames back up in hell?" Claudia asked. Dean smiled.

"Yeah." He said, "I mean, it's not that I… Look, could we just go back to not liking each other and forget everything that we said or did last night?"

"What do you mean go back to not liking each other?" she asked, and smirked at the look on his face. She still thought he was a jerk, and she loved to watch him squirm… "Besides, I'm not the one that should be embarrassed. You were the one that went all chick-like on me." Dean made a face, laughing a forced laugh.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Must have been some sort of acid flashback or something." He said, smirking.

"You should know." Claudia smirked back, getting up from the table and leaving Dean there.

Monica threw her keys on the small table by the door, laying her purse near them as she walked in her apartment, Sam at her heel.

"You really didn't have to walk me home Sam. That's really sweet of you."

"It's okay." Sam said, turning a little red in the face.

"Well, at least let me get you a beer or something." Monica suggested.

"Coffee would be great." Sam said, making Monica smile.

"You know, Claudia was right about you." she said. Sam looked questioningly at her, but she just disappeared in the kitchen. Sam looked around the living room, picking up a picture of Monica and her mother and studying it.

"So, Monica, have you had any new visions lately?" he asked.

"No. Not at all. Why do you ask?" Monica asked in turn, bringing the coffee over. And then the lights flickered. Sam looked warily around, but Monica just rolled her eyes.

"Oh, man, not again." She sighed, "I hate this building. I called the super about these fuses a dozen times already!" she shook her head.

"Uh, this happened before?" Sam asked. Monica shrugged.

"All the time. There must be something wrong with the wiring or something." She said, "You want anything to go with that coffee?" she offered.

"What? Uh, no, thanks." Sam said, a little distracted. "Look, Monica, I really think you shouldn't stay here tonight." Sam said. Monica laughed.

"Why? What do you have in mind?" she asked, making eyes at him, and then laughed again.

"I just don't think you'll be safe here." Sam said, a little embarrassed.

"Sam, you've been telling me that for days now. Look, I appreciate the gesture, but I really think you worry for nothing. Nothing is going to…" And then the light bulb exploded, showering them with glass. Monica screamed, jumping. "What the hell was that?" she demanded. Sam looked around, nearing Monica. There was definitely a presence in the house. He wished he had the EMF meter with him right now, guessing it would probably show EMF spikes all over the house.

"Monica, I really think we should get out of here." Sam said. Monica nodded fearfully and they both headed for the door, but it wouldn't open. The kitchen light started flickering. Sam took Monica's place at the door, trying his best to open it, but it wouldn't budge. "Come on," he told her, "We have to find another way out."

"There isn't any!" she shrieked. Sam looked at her, his mind racing.

"Well, don't you have a fire escape or something?" he asked.

"Cheap apartment." Was all Monica had to say. Sam licked his lips. Salt. He needed to get his hands on some salt. He started for the kitchen, Monica clutching at his side.

"Monica, I need all the salt you can find." He told her, and then ducked as a potted plant smashed on the wall just inches from where his head had been. Monica screamed again as books started flying through the air in a whirlwind of papers. Sam's eyes widened as he noticed some knives beginning to stir, and quickly shoved Monica out of the kitchen. They made their way back to the door, which still refused to open. Monica pounded on it with her fists, panicking. Sam looked around. He had to get the salt, there was no other way. Telling Monica he was right back, Sam darted back to the kitchen and grabbed the salt. He stopped, confused. Nothing seemed to be wrong now. The kitchen was still, but the door was still closed and pictures were being hurled Monica's way. He hurried over to her and stopped dead in front of her mirror. The words 'She is going to DIE!' were written on the mirror, in what looked like blood. He had to get Monica out of there. Uncorking the salt shaker, he threw all the salt at the door, praying it would help. It did, much more than Sam had hoped for. Everything went dead quiet. Too easy, the thought occured to Sam, It's just too easy.

"We should really get you out of here." Sam said. This time, Monica didn't argue.

Sam walked in the motel room, slumping on his bed and running his fingers through his hair. Dean looked at him.

"She okay?" he asked.

"Yeah." Sam sighed. "She's staying with Claudia tonight." He said.

"And that's a smart thing?" Dean asked. Sam looked at him, shaking his head a bit.

"I don't know. Claudia said she can handle it."

"And you believe her?" Dean pressed on.

"Yes, I do." Sam said simply.

"Okay," Dean said a moment later. "So I've been researching on this Efram guy, you know the guy she had a vision of when she was a kid…" Sam nodded.

"The man that died." He finished his brother's thought.

"Yeah. Says he's buried not far from here." Dean said, "You know what we should do, we should go over there, salt and burn the sucker." Sam gave a slight nod.

"You think that would do it?" he asked. Dean shrugged.

"That usually does the trick." He said. "Why?" he asked a moment later.

"I don't know," Sam sighed, "I just have this feeling…"

"Oh, no. No, no, no. I'm not digging this one up while you're here having a pajama party with those two chicks. You're vision, your spirit - your shovel, dude!"

TBC

A/N: So, a little more action this time, like I promised. Hope you liked it, and hope even more that you'll use the little button over there and review. Oh, and don't go anywhere, this isn't done quite yet...