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Previously skipped: Route 666…

In a suburban neighborhood at night, a man drove down the street. He pulled into his garage and turned off the engine. The garage door started winding down by itself and he looked at it, confused. His car doors then self locked. He struggled with them for a second but couldn't open them. The ignition key turned by itself, starting the engine. Exhaust smoke began filling the garage and the man struggled to turn off the car to no avail. As the radio flicked on, he began coughing and gasping for air.

"Help!" He screamed as the smoke became thick around him, "Somebody help me!"

Soon he fell over in his seat, unconscious.

Sam jerked up from his bed, suddenly wide awake after the horrid nightmare he just had. He looked across to where Angel was sleeping peacefully on the bed and Dean was snoring away on the pull out couch. Sam sat still for a brief second before springing into action. He flipped on the light switch and shook his brother roughly.

"Dean. Dean." The moment Dean stirred, Sam moved onto Angel shaking her awake until he heard her groan with disapproval, "Angel, wake up."

When she opened her eyes she sent a death glare directly at Sam as he packed his things, "What the hell's going on?"

Dean rubbed his eyes, "What are you doing man, it's the middle of the night?"

"We have to go."

Angel raised herself on her elbows just watching him, "You better have a better explanation than 'we have to go'."

"Seriously." This time they both heard the panic in his voice, "We need to get out of here."

Dean and Angel immediately went on alert. They both got up and followed his suit with the packing.

Dean held more confusion than alarm in his face as he looked over to Sam, "What's happening?"

"We have to go." Sam grabbed his bag and walked out, "Right now."

Angel grumbled as she grabbed her bag and passed Dean, "We better be stopping for coffee."

While Dean drove, Angel sat in the back as Sam sat on the phone reading from Deans fake Michigan State Police ID, "MccReady. Detective MccReady. Badge number 158. I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two door sedan, Michigan licence plate: Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven." He paused for a second before becoming irritated, "Yeah okay, just hurry.""

"Sammy relax." Dean instructed, "I'm sure it's just a nightmare."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"I mean it. Y'know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare." Dean dismissed, trying to keep the real worry he was feeling from showing on his face, "This license plate, it won't check out. You'll see."

Angel shifted uncomfortably in the back seat, not so sure that it was just a run of the mill average nightmare. Sam's visions always seemed to come true and there really wasn't a manual on them.

"It felt different, Dean. Real. Like when I dreamt about our old house, and Jessica."

"Maybe they're expanding?" Angel offered, "Maybe… they're getting stronger or something."

"No." Dean quickly dismissed that too, "Look, it made sense that you dreamt about our house and your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?"

"No."

"No. Exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan?"

"I don't know."

"Me neither. So chances are the plates aren't going to check out."

Sam spoke into the phone, "Yes I'm here." He listened, glared at Dean, then picked up his pen, "Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address? Got it. Thanks." Hanging up the phone he looked to his big brother pointedly, "Checks out." His eyes went to Angels, "How far are we?"

"From Saginaw?" She asked looking over the map, "Mmm. Couple hours."

He turned back to Dean, "Drive faster."

Outside Jim Miller's house…

The Impala cruised to a stop at the address given. Emergency vehicles lined the block and they watched as someone on a stretcher being zipped into a body bag. They turned to each other in the car before hurrying out. Dean and Angel sported concerned looks as Sam was clearly upset. After a few minutes of recon Angel walked over to the boys.

Dean looked over to her, "What happened?"

"Neighbor says it's an apparent suicide which is odd because she seen hims every Sunday at St. Augustine's and he always seemed normal."

Sam asked, "How are they saying it happened?"

"She said they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running about an hour or two ago."

Sam watched the front of the house where a woman stood on the front steps, crying and leaning against a middle aged man. A young man stood behind them, also looking distraught. Sam grimaced then turned to walk away, his siblings following him to lean against the Impala's bonnet.

Dean eyed him, "Sam, we got here as fast as we could."

"Not fast enough." Sam shook his head, "It doesn't make any sense. Why would I even have these premonitions if there wasn't a chance I could stop them from happening?"

"Maybe there's more to the story here." Angel mused, "Maybe we're missing something."

Sam shook his head, "So what do you think killed him?"

"I don't know Sam…"

"Maybe the guy just killed himself." Dean looked between them, "Maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all."

"I'm telling you, I watched it happen." Sam pressed, "He was murdered by something, Dean. I watched it trap him in the garage."

Dean tensed, "What was it, a spirit, poltergeist, what?"

Sam started to get worked up, "I don't know what it was. I don't know why I'm having these dreams. I don't know what the hell is happening!"

"Alright." Angel quipped, "Just calm down." She put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "I promise we're going to figure everything out, alright? It's what we do, Sammy."

"Yeah." Sam nodded, stressed then noticed Dean staring at him, "What?"

"Nothing." He shrugged, "Man, I'm just- I'm worried about you man."

"Well, don't look at me like that!"

"I'm not looking at you like anything." He glanced back, "Though I gotta say, you do look like crap."

Angel scoffed, "Dean, really?"

"Nice." Sam rolled his eyes, "Thanks."

"Come on." Dean moved to open the car door, "Let's just pick this up in the morning. We'll check out the house, talk to the family."

Angel shook her head, "That family is devastated. They'll slam the old in our face if we show up asking questions."

"Yeah, you're right." Dean thought before a smirk formed on his face, "But I think I know who they will talk to."

Sam studied him, "Who?"

Without another word he got in the car but Angel looked to her baby brother before following, "Look, forget Dean and how he looks at you or whatever, okay? We're gonna figure all of this out, like I said, so i don't want you to worry about it too much, okay?" She grinned, "Have I ever broken an Angel sanctioned promise?"

Sam smiled before nodding, "Thanks Angie."

Miller House: The next day…

Dean reached out to ring the doorbell clad in his priest attire. Next to him stood Sam; in similar priest attire with his hair slicked back and Angel; sporting a formal nuns uniform, her face the only thing visible.

Sam sighed deeply, "This has gotta be a whole new low for us."

Angel glared, "You think?"

Dean smirked at them before looking back at the door when it opened. The man who was comforting Ms. Miller on the step the night before looked between the three of them.

"Good Afternoon." Dean smiled politely as he started introductions, "I'm Father Simmons. This is Father Frehley and this is Sister Thayer. We're new junior priests over at St Augustines with Sister Thayer. May we come in?" The man stepped out of the way allowing Dean to enter first, "Thanks."

Sam looks at him sadly, "We're very sorry for your loss."

Angel nodded solemnly, "Truly."

When Dean started to add something both Angel and Sam gave him warning looks, "It's in difficult times like these when the Lord's guidance is most needed."

Then man tensed at his words, "Look, you wanna pitch your whole 'Lord has a plan' thing? Fine. Just don't pitch it to me. My brother's dead."

Ms. Miller appeared from the hallway, "Roger, please!"

Roger moved back towards the Wake as he grumbled, "Excuse me."

"I'm sorry about my brother in law. He's… he's just so upset about Jim's death. Would you three like some coffee?"

Angel smiled warmly at her, "That actually sounds lovely."

In the lounge room…

Dean sat on the couch next to Angel who fidgeted relentlessly with her disguise. Sam sat across from them in an armchair.

"It was wonderful of you to stop by." Ms. Miller poured coffee and handed it around, "The support of the church means so much right now."

"Of course." Dean grinned as he took his cup, "After all, we are all God's children."

After she walked away Dean immediately took more cocktail sausages from the coffee table.

Chewing contentedly, he looked at Sam who was shaking his head, "What?"

"Just… tone it down a little bit, Father."

"Yeah." Angel agreed, "We don't need to piss off the big man more than we already have."

Ms. Miller returned and Dean immediately got to business, "So Ms. Miller, did your husband have a history of depression?"

"Nothing like that." The more she spoke the more upset she became, "We had our ups and downs like everyone but we were happy." Tears fell down her face as she sobbed, "I- I just don't understand… how Jim could do something like this."

Sam looked her over sadly, "I'm so sorry you had to find him like that."

"Actually…" Ms. Miller sniffled before she gestured behind her, "Our son Max… he was the one who found him."

The three of them looked through the doors into the dining room and saw Max sitting in the corner by himself, staring into space.

Sam looked back at Ms. Miller, "Do you mind if maybe I go talk to him?"

She smiled, "Oh, thank you, Father."

As Sam got up, Angel leaned forward and put her coffee cup down, "Uh… May I use your restroom?"

"Oh of course, Sister." She motioned to the stairs, "It's the first door on the left."

She smiled as she stood, "Thank you."

Before she turned to go upstairs she signaled to Dean for him to get more information. Once upstairs, she checked if the coast was clear before pulling out an infrared thermal scanner from her robes. She turned it on, shining it into rooms as she passed them and checked for cold spots. As she reached the end of the hall she heard footsteps coming up the stairs and hastily hid the scanner. As Sam and Dean appeared she relaxed.

Sam looks at her expectantly, "Anything?"

"Nope. Not a single beep."

Back at the motel…

Dean sat at one of the tables cleaning his as Sam entered with Angel trailing behind, "What do you have?"

"A whole lotta nothing." Sam said in disappointment, "Nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built. "

"What about the land?"

"Nope. Nada." Angel shook her head, "No graveyards, battlefields, tribal lands or anything else that would set off our alarms on or near the property."

Dean sighed as watched Sam sink into the bed, "Hey man I hate to say it but I told you. Angel and I both looked top to bottom in that house. No sulfur, no cold spots, nothing."

Angel served him a dismissive eye, "I told you so's aren't needed at the moment Dean."

Sam looked disappointed as he turned to Dean, "And the family said everything was normal?"

"Well, if there was a demon or poltergeist in there you think somebody would have noticed something?"

Angel pulled the chair out and sat, "I even used the infrared thermal scanner Sammy. Nothing set it off."

"So what, you guys think Jim Miller killed himself and my dream was just some sorta… freakish coincidence?"

Dean and Angel shared a look before Dean shrugged, "I'm just pretty sure there's nothing supernatural about that house."

"Yeah." Sam rubbed his temples, "Well, maybe it has nothing to do with the house." He took a deep breath as he held his head, "Maybe it's just… Gosh." He held his hand to his forehead as he grimaced in pain, "Maybe… it's connected to Jim in some other way?"

Dean studied, "What's wrong with you?"

"Ah." Sam groaned in anguish as he sank from the bed to crouch on the floor, "My head."

Dean and Angel both hurried to his side, "Sam?" Angel looked him over worriedly, "Hey, hey you're okay. Just tell us what's happening."

"Sam!" Dean grabbed his arms worriedly, "Hey! What's going on? Talk to us."

Sam stared at them blankly as he gasped. His eyes moved around like he was watching something. Suddenly he focused on them again, in a panic.

"It's happening again. Something's gonna kill Roger Miller!"