Author's Note: This chapter is kind of confusing, but the next chapter explains it. But the next chapter probably won't come for a while… I'm not sure. Please read and please, please, please review…

Chapter Two

Sam tossed and turned in his motel bed. Finally he opened his eyes in pain, able to sit up. He looked across the room, to see Dean sleeping in his bed. Sam lay back down on his bed and sighed with relief. It was only a dream. Or a vision.

"Sam? SAM? Did you here me? I said that there are dad left us some co-ordinates" Dean repeated as he compared a newspaper article with something in their dad's journal.

"What? Oh, yeah," Sam shifted in his chair, taking a sip of his coffee.

"The co-ordinates point to Texas. In this paper it says that there was a series of mysterious deaths," Dean continued. Sam didn't answer, or even look up. "Sam!"

"Dean, there's something I need to know," Sam looked intently at his brother. Dean waited for Sam to go on. "Have you ever seen or talked to the demon?"

"What dem- you mean the demon?" Dean frowned at this sudden question. Sam nodded. "Why?" Dean asked right away.

Sam drank more of his coffee, then replied, "I uh… had a dream." Sam told Dean about his dream.

It was Dean's turn now to act all quiet. It was very unlike him, especially with the pretty waitress that just asked him if he wanted anything else to drink. "So…?" Sam waited for Dean to answer his question.

Dean didn't want to tell his brother what has happened such a long time ago. He desperately wanted to forget about it, to pretend that it never happened. He was so little back then, and all he wanted was for the scary, dark shape to get out of living room. Four-year-old Dean believed the demon when it said it wouldn't come back. But it did come back a week later, and it killed Dean's mom, leaving Dean, John and baby Sammy to go after it for the next 22 years of their lives.

"Let's go back to the car. Dad gave us co-ordinates. We gotta get to Texas," Dean said flatly, leaving Sam's question unanswered.

Sam was puzzled at the expression on Dean's face. He had never seen his brother like that before. Sam figured that it would be better to wait a while and then ask Dean more about that promise he made to the demon. Even if Dean didn't say it, he made it quite obvious that there was something behind this dream of Sam's.

Metallica's song 'Sad but True' blared loudly in the '67 Chevy impala, Dean driving, Sam sitting in the passenger seat, staring out the window. There wasn't much to stare at, just the empty highway, large clumps of forest on both sides.

Dean was watching the road, or at least focusing his eyes on it. But he wasn't really paying attention to driving. All of a sudden, Dean pushed the break pedal down as hard as he could. He had just almost crashed into the back of another car.

"Dean, you okay?" Sam turned around to face his brother.

"Yeah Sammy, I'm fine," but he wasn't. He reached for his cassette tape player and made the music louder.

"You gotta tell me what's going on. You've been acting strange since I asked you this morning about the demon," Sam turned the music down.

"Not now," Dean turned the music back up, making it louder than it was before.

"Yes now," insisted Sam. He sat up and turned the cassette tape played off.

Dean stopped the car. He put his head in his hands and thought for a moment. When he sat up, he found his little brother watching him with concern. Dean thought of what he was about to say. It sounded like something Sam would say, but this was all Dean had on his mind.

"Sam, it's all my fault. I ruined your life, and dad's too. It's my fault that the demon killed mom."