After thoroughly examining the whole second floor and coming up with nothing, he knew something was wrong. At the bottom of the stairway, Dean noticed a black shadow moving on the wall. "Shit." he whispered to himself, pulling out his gun. He was ready for what was waiting for him at the bottom.

As Dean crept around the corner, he was suprised when he saw nothing. Gun in hand, he made his way through the hallway. Suddenly, feeling the presence of something behind him, Dean stopped in his tracks. With one swift movement, he spun around and fired his gun into the darkness of the old living room. The silver bullet stopped mid-air, seeming to pierce an invisible mass and fall to the floor. Dean knew that terminating an enemy he couldn't see would be a challenge, even for him.

It was obvious that whatever he was going after was still 'alive' because he had noticed the shadow again on a wall in the kitchen. Cautiously, Dean made his way there. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dark figure standing in the doorway. "Mom." Dean whispered. "What are you doing here, Dean?" she asked. "What do you mean..." he questioned. "Why aren't you at work, honey?" What is she talking about? he thought to himself. He turned his head and noticed his double walking in from the hallway. An argument persued between Mary and Dean's double. "Mom? Can you hear me? See me?" Dean said frantically. "Mom!" Slowly, the argument died down, their voices drifted away, and they faded to nothing. Dean was alone again, confused about what he'd just seen.

This can't be he thought. How is this possible? The Winchesters had witnessed just about every supernatural being or happening possible, but out of all of his twenty-six years, Dean had never seen his mother...or himself. They were there, and then they were gone, vanished into thin air. "I must be going crazy" he said to himself, and headed out to the Impala.