Dean sped the impala down the road as he sent anxious glances to Sam who was on the phone as he held his head in pain, "Roger Miller. No no, just the address please. Ok, thanks." He turned to Dean, "450 West Grove, Apartment 1120."

Angel leaned forward, "You're sure you're fine?"

"Yeah."

Dean tried lightening the mood, "If you're gonna hurl I'll pull the car over you know, cause the upholstery…"

Angel rolled her eyes, "Dean."

"What?"

"Not the time."

"Guys, I'm fine."

"Alright."

"Okay."

"Just drive." Sam looked from Dean to Angel, sighed heavily, and looked away, "Guys… I'm scared… These nightmares weren't bad enough, now I'm seeing things when I'm awake? And these, visions, or whatever, they're getting more intense. And painful."

"Come on man, you'll be alright." Dean tensed, "It'll be fine."

"Deans right." Angel agreed, "We're not gonna freak out or worry right now. Not until we figure out more about what's going on."

"What is it about the Millers? Why am I connected to them, why am I watching them die? Why the hell is this happening to me?!"

"Listen Sam." Angel turned to him, trying to calm him down, "I know you're scared. I know you're freaked. All this weird crap is happening to you but we've faced bigger badder things before, right? We face the unexplainable every day. This is just another one of those things. We will figure it out."

"No." He shook his head, not biting, "It's never been us. It's never been in the family like this. Tell the truth, you can't tell me this doesn't freak you out, Angel." As her jaw tensed he turned to Dean, "Both of you, tell the truth."

Angel put her best mask forward as she turned to him, "I said this didn't freak me out, Sam. It doesn't."

"It doesn't freak me out either." Dean lied after staring straight ahead in silence for a minute, "We're gonna figure it out."

Sam stared at them intensely before turning away.

Roger Miller's apartment block…

The Impala pulled up as Roger approached the entrance of his building with a big bag of groceries.

Sam yelled out the window, "Hey Roger!"

"Hey, hold up a second!"

Roger scowled when he saw them, "What are you three, missionaries? Leave me alone!"

"Please!"

Without another word, Roger kept walking. Dean gunned the engine, jumping the curb as he hurriedly parked the car. The three of them scrambled out of the car and ran after him.

"Hey! Roger!" Dean hollered, "Roger!"

"Please!" Sam pleaded as he made it to the entrance just as Roger closed and locked the door behind him, "Hey, hey!"

"Come on, man!" Angel called as he walked away, "We're trying to help!"

"I don't want your help!"

"We're not priests, she's not a nun!" Sam hurriedly explained, "You gotta listen to us!"

"Roger, you're in danger!"

"Very very bad danger!"

Dean looked around as he disappeared into the building, "Come on."

They ran around the corner to a back entrance, but the gate was securely locked. Dean quickly looked around before kicking it open. They sprinted into the alley before climbing to the first level of the fire escape and running up the stairs. When they were one floor from Roger's house, they heard the window slide down and a wet squelching noise right after. Sam froze as Dean and Angel sprinted past him. Roger's head laid in the flower bed under the window, his blood all over the window, frame and dripping down the building. After a minute Sam joined them and they all paused for a couple minutes before Dean pulled out a few handkerchiefs and got to business.

He threw some to Sam and Angel before he started wiping down the railing, "Start wiping down your fingerprints, we don't want the cops to know we were here." He urged Sam when he didn't move, "Come on, come on!"

As they did that Angel used hers to push up the other window leading out to the fire escape, "I'm gonna take a look inside."

After they finished cleaning up their fingerprints and walked back to the car Angel spoke, "There was nothing there, Sam. Nada." She looked over at him, "No signs just like when I checked the Millers house."

Dean glared, "So we've still got zip to go on."

"I saw something… in the vision. Like a dark shape. Something was- something was stalking Roger."

Dean asked, "Whatever it was, are you sure it's not connected to their house?"

"No, it's connected to the family themselves."

"Okay… maybe they pissed something off." Angel offered, "Vengeful spirit?"

Dean shrugged, "A few of them have been known to latch onto families, follow them for years."

"Angiak…" Angel listed, "Banshees even."

"Basically like a curse." Dean explained, "So maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy, something curse worthy."

"And now the something is out for revenge. And the men in their family are dying."

"Which means…" Angel leaned forward, "Their son Max? He might be next."

Dean quickly turned the car on, "Let's figure it out before he is."

A grim look settled on Sams face, "Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people

"What's that?"

"Both our families are cursed."

"Our family's not cursed!" Dean huffed, "We just… had our dark spots."

"Yeah, those dark spots are pitch black little brother." Angel scoffed, "And huge."

Back at the Miller house…

Max led Sam, Angel and Dean inside. They were both wearing their priest outfits and Angel was in her nun outfit.

"My Mom's resting, she's pretty wrecked."

Dean nodded in understanding, "Of course."

"All these people kept coming with like, casseroles? I finally had to tell them all to go away. You know cause nothing says I'm sorry like a tuna casserole."

Angel smiled at him and Max smiled back. He gestured to the lounge and they all took seats.

There was a moment of silence before Sam sighed, his voice soft when he spoke, "How you holding up?"

"Im okay…"

"You're dad and your uncle were close?"

"Yeah I guess. I mean, they were brothers. They used to hang out all the time when I was little."

"But not lately much?"

"No, it's not that. It's just… we used to be neighbours when I was a kid. We lived across town in this house, and Uncle Roger lived next door. He was over all the time."

"Right." Sam nodded, "So how was it in that house when you were a kid?"

"It was fine…" Max narrowed his eyes at all of Sam's questions, particularly that one, "Why?"

Angel interjected, "All good memories?"

"Sure."

Dean was next, "Do you remember anything unusual? Something involving your father and your uncle maybe?

Max shook his head, "What do you… why do you ask?"

"Just a question."

Max stiffened, leaning back as tears fell from his eyes, "No, there was nothing." He lied, "We were totally normal. Happy."

"Good. That's good. Well you must be exhausted." Dean motioned to Sam and Angel as he got the hint, "We should take off."

"Right." Sam turned to Max, "Thanks."

"Yeah."

The three walked down the driveway to stand beside the Impala, "That kid is totally hiding something." Angel raised a brow, "I could see it in his face."

"No one's family is totally normal and happy." Dean agreed, "See when he was talking about his old house?"

Sam nodded, "He sounded scared."

"Yeah Max isn't telling us everything. I say we go find the old neighbourhood." Angel opened the car door, "Let's find out what life was really like for the Millers."

Another suburb…

They stood on a footpath, talking to a man in his front yard, "Have you lived in the neighbourhood very long?"

"Yeah, almost 20 years now. It's nice and quiet. Why, you three looking to buy?"

"No, no." Sam shook his head, "Actually, we were wondering if you might recall a family that used to live right across the street."

"Yeah, the Millers." Angel offered, "They had a little boy called Max."

"Yeah I remember." The man's face turned sour, "The brother had the place next door. So uh, what's this about, is that poor kid ok?"

Sam eyed him, "What do you mean?"

"Well, in all my life I've never seen a child treated like that. I mean I'd hear Mr Miller yelling and throwing things clear across the street. He was a mean drunk. He used to beat the tar outta Max. Bruises. Broke his arm two times that I know of."

"This was going on regularly?"

"Practically every day. In fact, that thug brother of his was just as likely to take a swing at the boy but the worst part was the stepmother. She'd just stand there, checked out, not lifting a finger to protect him. I must have called the police seven or eight times." He shook his head, "Never did any good."

Dean pointed, "Now you said step-mother."

He nodded, "I think his real mother died. Some sorta… accident. Car accident, I think." Sam's hand came up to his head and he started grimacing in pain, "Are you ok there?"

Sam winced, "Uh, yeah."

Dean and Angel both go to his side, Angel sending the man a dismissive look, "Thanks for your time."

Sam lifted his hands to his head, "Yeah, thank you."

As they turned to leave, Dean and Angel supported Sam as he groaned in pain and went through another vision.

He was suddenly in Miller's kitchen watching Ms. Miller chop vegetables with a large knife.

Ms. Miller put the knife down, "I don't know what you mean by that. You know I never did anything."

Max cried, "That's right. You didn't do anything." The knife started to rattle on the chopping board, "You didn't stop them, not once."

The knife lifted into the air and she backed up against the wall, "How did you…" It moved forward to hold her against the wall, "Max! Please!"

It twisted in front of her face, coming close enough to her eyeball to pierce the tear there so it ran down her cheek. She gasped in fear and panic.

Max also had tears sliding down his cheeks, "For every time you stood there and watched. Pretending it wasn't happening."

"I'm sorry!"

"No you're not. You just don't wanna die."

Ms. Miller gasped and cried just before the knife sliced right through her eye and out the back of her head.