Chapter Two: Something is very wrong

They'd been driving for almost an hour. Dean still could not believe that Sam had somehow gotten them on the road without any form of explanation. Hell, Dean didn't even know where they were going, because Sam was driving! If he didn't know better he would think that Sam had been possessed. But Dean knew that wasn't possible. They'd been salting the windows and doors in their motel rooms since Meg caught them unawares in Chicago. And Dean knew that when he went to bed last night Sam had not been possessed.

"Sam, stop the car."

"Why?"

"We need to talk."

"Well fine, but we don't need to stop to do that."

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Dean nearly shouted.

"Dean, calm down" Sam Replied, "Nothing is wrong, in fact I feel better than I have in over a year."

"How?"

"What?"

"I said how? How do you feel better?" Dean asked, "Sam, you scared me to death last night. That vision was the worst one yet, it lasted forever, and you still haven't said a word about it."

"I don't know how I feel better, I just do. I know everything is going to work out."

"Was that a part of your vision?"

Sam thought about it for a minute, "No, not really. I mean in the vision I saw something killing children, it just picked them up and flew away with them and killed them."

"Wait, it flew away with them?"

"Yea"

"It can fly? What was it?"

"Research it, you'll figure it out, I know you will." The look of complete shock on Dean's face was almost comical to Sam.

Dean was really worried. This was so totally not like Sam. He was too calm, to certain that things were going to be fine. "Wait, you said children. It's going to kill more than one?"

"Yes, and we're not going to be able to stop it from killing some of them."

"Okay, that's it, STOP THE DAMN CAR SAMMY!" Dean shouted.

Sam tilted his head to the side and looked at Dean. He decided to forgo mentioning that his name is Sam, not Sammy. "You're angry," he said as he pulled the car over, "Why? You should be happy I'm not losing it."

"Sam, something is very wrong here. You are not acting like yourself and it's really beginning to scare the crap out of me."

"Oh, so you prefer it when I complain about these visions, this gift, that I have been given? That makes you feel better? Come on Dean, for the first time in a year I'm not afraid of what is out there."

"That's what I mean. Sam, it's like one extended vision and your fears are all gone. I don't think it's supposed to work like that."

"How is it supposed to work Dean? Have you suddenly become the expert on visions? You know as well as I do that every time it happens it's something new. Maybe this is just… I don't know maybe I'm getting better at it, like my abilities are getting stronger."

"But Sam…."

"Dean, let's just go save as many of these kids as we can. We can argue about this later." Without waiting for a reply Sam put the car in gear and pulled back onto the road.

"Sam?"

"Yea?"

"Where are we going?"

"Denby, South Dakota"