Chapter Three

Blooming yellow shrubs whiz by as the now filthy black impala roars through the dusty back roads, dust and dirt flying up behind them. Sam sleeps in the passenger's seat with his forehead against the window, having fallen asleep before they even crossed into Oklahoma. Dean glances out the window, hoping to see any signs of life other than desert plants. He's had enough of this god forsaken wasteland already. He adjusts his sunglasses and checks his rear view mirror to see a motorcyclist coming up behind him fast. Dean slows and starts to veer to the right, allowing the cyclist to pass him. He doesn't want some obnoxious biker tailing him the whole way through the damned boondocks. As it races past him, Dean pops in a Metallica tape, hoping to get his mind off of things. He turns the volume up but not so loud that he wakes Sam.

"Say your prayers little one
Don't forget, my son
To include everyone…"

As the familiar music plays on he feels himself relax and starts to nod his head to the melody. He mouths the words along with the song and hears Sam shift his body across the seat. Dean looks over at him and sees that his head is laying on the seat now. Dean suddenly has the urge to put that spoon in his mouth again. An enormous grin adorns his face and he starts to cackle to himself as he remembers a few days earlier. More Specifically, Sam squirming in his seat at the restaurant while they researched a certain tulpa.

Damn it that powder in the underwear was the best idea I've come up with to date. No wonder the chicks dig me.

He continues to smile to himself for the next couple minutes when Sad But True comes on. Unable to resist the urge any longer Dean cranks the volume and starts drumming the steering wheel, no longer caring if he wakes Sammy up. Seconds later, Sam lifts his head and opens his eyes, blinking furiously, trying to adjust to the bright sun pouring in through the dusty windows. He lets out an enormous yawn and glares at Dean.

"Rise and shine Sammy! Welcome to the beautiful state that's nothing but wilderness and shaped like a cooking utensil!" Dean yells with glee, unable to contain himself.

Sam stares at him like he's gone psychotic.

"Yeah hi, are we there yet?" he asks sleepily, feeling another yawn coming on.

"You kidding me we've still got hours to go! I'm just tired of watching you sleep already. No scenery" Dean answers. "The good news is that we're almost out of this dustbowl of a state."

Sam rubs his eyes and stretches his long legs as far as he can in the somewhat cramped seat.

"Alright so are you going to tell me exactly what's going on yet? You didn't really give me enough information to go by Dean" he says.

"Look I told you, an old friend ok?" Dean answers somewhat slowly as though he's thinking of what to filter out. Sam catches quickly catches this and bites his lip, stopping himself from lashing out at Dean. He still wants more to go with so he decides to press he issue a bit farther.

"Ok that's all you've told me so far. So how'd you guys meet?" he asks.

"I was working a job in Kentucky a few years back and I met her there" Dean replies.

"Were you working alone or was Dad with you?"

"I was working alone. I was looking into Waverly Hills in Louisville."

"The old sanatorium?"

"That's the one."

"So you met her in Louisville I'm assuming. So how'd you meet her? Did you save her from a barreling train or rescue her purse or what?" Sam asks smiling.

Dean guffaws slightly and shakes his head.

"Nothing like that man. I met Sakari at the Sanatorium and then met her sister and I dated her sister for a little bit."

"Sakari…interesting name. What's her sister's?"

Dean pauses, hesitant to answer the question. He frowns a little and then quietly answers-

"Adriana."

Sam's eyebrows rise slightly, once again catching the hesitancy.

"So you dated Adriana…then what happened?" he inquires.

"I dunno. It just sort of fizzled out I guess. We didn't get along all that well after a while" Dean quickly answers, hoping to keep Sam from asking too much more. He shifts his weight uncomfortably in his seat as he adjusts his grip on the wheel. "I stayed friends with Sakari though, and we sort of kept in touch. Occasional emails and things like that."

"I've never heard of either of them before-"Sam starts to reply only to be interrupted by Dean.

"Just wasn't that important, really."

Sam rolls his eyes and exhales noisily. "That still doesn't explain why you had the sudden urge to call and then drive hundreds of miles to see a friend you haven't seen in years man. And what about the dream you had last night? You weren't planning on calling this Sakari chick until after you had that nightmare. Can you please tell me what's going on already? I was patient and waited for all the answers with Cassie but now I want to know-"

"I had a dream about Adriana last night" Dean interrupted again.

"So?"

"She's dead Sam."