Part Three

"You believe me because you get them too?" Dean asked slowly.

Sam could see his brother was trying to wrap his mind around what he just told him. Sam nodded, suddenly feeling a little insecure. He had never told anyone about his...ability before. None of his professors or friends knew. Not even Jess. She thought they were nightmares. And until a week ago, when he heard Brett get into a car accident on the way over, he thought they had been nightmares as well. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He wasn't sure what to make of his brother's expression. After years apart, he realized his ability to decipher what Dean was feeling had all but gone away. Dean's face was carefully blank as he studied his brother, trying to figure out if he was lying to make him feel better or if he was really telling the truth.

Finally Dean nodded and said, "Okay, brother. I believe you."

The tension that Sam didn't know was inside him seemed to release at those words. Dean believed him and he believed Dean. Now that it was out in the open, Sam felt like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He sighed and stretched out on the couch, feeling slightly anxious about their next step.

"So I guess we should exchange what we both saw," Dean said when Sam remained quiet. "I'll go first. I had this, uh, dream a week ago. Um, it involved you. And Jess. Burning on the ceiling. There was smoke everywhere, man, and fire, obviously, and uh, yeah." He looked at Sam tiredly. Dean's face was pale and for the first time since he stepped in, Sam could see how truly exhausted Dean really was. Like he hadn't slept in days, just running on coffee, and adrenaline. He looked like he was going to fall over at any moment, but what was keeping himself up was the sheer determination to reach his little brother to warn him of his impending doom.

But...Sam already knew about Jess and the fire and the ceiling. Just as he thought, he had been getting the same dream for days now. He asked anyway, "Um, could you elaborate more, Dean?" Dean raised an eyebrow, silently asking what he meant. "Like, uh, were we both, you know, on the ceiling or?" He had to swallow the lump in his throat, because if Dean saw the same exact thing Sam had…

"Oh, uh," Dean shifted in his seat, looking down at the floor. "It was Jess. You were, um, looking up at her, Sam. You were sitting on your bed, and uh, just watching. I think you might have been in shock or something. It doesn't matter though, okay? The point is something's coming for you guys. You're in danger. Both of you. You guys have to leave now." He stood up and looked around the room. Sam watched as his brother walked around the room, looking under chairs and tables. He wasn't sure what Dean was looking for but finally he stopped and looked back at Sam.

"Where do you keep your suitcase? Come on, man. You gotta pack up the essentials. I've got the Impala in the parking lot. Probably taking up a dude's spot but hey, I figure we're not going to be here too long. We can head over to the motel room I've booked for the night and in the morning I can drive us to Sioux Falls to meet with Bobby," Dean rambled.

Sam didn't move, however, and Dean looked back at him impatiently, "Dude, come on. Move your ass."

Dean made it sound so damn simple. He was reminded of when they were teenagers and John would give them a look, the kind that Sam came to expect after being in a town for a week, sometimes two, the kind that always accompanied the dreaded words, "Pack your bags, boys. We've gotta hit the road before noon. No arguments."

He swallowed, realizing deep down that this was different. Dad didn't care that he'd made friends and finally settled into the school, getting used to the small classroom of a random high school. It was different because Dean cared. He always cared. And he was here because Sam and Jess were in danger, uprooting Sam's life was a small price to pay to keep them alive.

But it still didn't feel right, especially considering Dean probably didn't get the whole vision, not like Sam did. Because if he knew what Sam knew...well, they might be having a whole different conversation. Before he knew what he was doing, he was already standing up from the couch. "Come on, Sammy, why don't you wake up your girlfriend, pack some clothes, then we can go?"

Sam opened his mouth to protest but before he could, he heard the door to his room swing open.

"Sam?"

They both turned to see Jess standing in the hallway, wearing the blue short crop top that Sam got her for Christmas their first year, the one that had one of the Smurfs on it, over a pair of sweatpants. Jess mentioned she liked the cartoon series a couple times. It seemed like a good gift at the time. Usually he thought the shirt was cute on her but in front of his womanizing brother…

He glanced over to find Dean staring. But he only said, "Hey, uh, nice shirt. Love the Smurfs."