The first thing he was aware of was the date. The date of the hunt, the date on the tombstone. That horrible realization was quickly followed by a sharp pain in his head that didn't exactly clear up when Sam swung his legs out from under the covers and took a look around the room. His brother was still asleep, his hair tousled and messy and the only part visible under the heap of blankets he had piled on during the night.

"Dean?" Sam ventured cautiously as the lump in the bed stirred, "Dean, I had a dream."

"Good for you, Sammy. Oh, hey, do you get cold a lot?"

"Sometimes," Sam replied, raising an eyebrow in confusion and annoyance, "why?"

"Cause I am freezing! Feels like it's twenty below in here."

"Well, I got hot during the night. I turned the air up."

Dean sighed and rolled out of the bed, fully dressed in jeans, socks, and a heavy sweatshirt. "To think, all the time I wasted sleeping in my boxers and I could have just turned up the air on you. Man, I really am an awesome brother."

"An awesome brother who lost my virginity," Sam muttered under his breath.

Dean seemed to not have heard. "So, what was the dream about? It had better be something big to wake me up like that. It was just me and Jessica Alba, all alone on a nude beach…"

"Spare the details, please. You and I were running through a cemetery, only I was you and you were me. I think we were out there looking for the witch, but it wound up chasing us and then running off."

"So we can find it in a graveyard?"

Sam shook his head. "Not yet. Not for a while."

"What makes you say that?" Dean asked as he adjusted the room's thermostat.

"When we were running my hair was hitting me in the face. I'd grown it out."

"Well that can be done in a couple of months," the elder stated, trying to unsuccessfully visualize what he'd look like with longer hair.

"That's not all. I tripped over a tombstone and got a good look at the dates. The woman had died in 2011, Dean. That's nearly five years from now. If this dream comes true we're going to be stuck like this for a long time. We can't let that happen."

"No," Dean agreed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his vibrating cell phone, "we can't. We can ask Madi how to make sure that dream doesn't come true. Apparently, she wants to talk to us."