"So, what was that?" Dean asked when they had reached the privacy of their room.

"It was a vision," Sam said.

"I figured, but you haven't had a vision in years."

"Not since yellow eyes died," Sam confirmed. "But, in this vision I saw a woman burning on a ceiling. Yellow eyes isn't dead here—or now," Sam corrected.

"So, he's here?" Dean asked.

"Looks like," Sam confirmed.

"Well, Balthazar said there were no more rules. We can change history. Maybe if we kill him, the Apocalypse won't happen in the future," Dean said.

"Well, we won't have any way of knowing, but I'm all for killing him on general principle," Sam agreed.

"Great. We have the Colt, so that should help," Dean said.

"And I brought Ruby's knife, so we have two ways of killing him. We can actually each have a demon killing weapon."

"Yeah. I hadn't thought about it before, but we've never had both the knife and the Colt at the same time."

"Well, now we do."

"So, how do we find him?" Dean asked, bringing them back to the original problem.

"Tomorrow night. A farm house."

"Well, farm house isn't particularly specific, Sam. How do you know it's tomorrow night?"

"The woman was looking at a calendar before it happened."

"OK, any other details about the house."

Sam shook his head.

"Well, what did the woman look like?"

"Brown hair, blue eyes, about 5'5, and average weight."

"Fairly nondescript," Dean grumbled again.

"I'll know her if I see her," Sam snapped back. "What did you think would happen. She would turn to the demon and say 'Please, don't kill me. My name is Jane Smith and I live on the farm exactly 5 miles southwest of the bar.'"

Dean laughed in spite of himself. "Someone's in a mood."

"Sorry. I just thought I was done with those visions forever. It's hard watching someone die inside your head, knowing that if you don't do something it's going to happen."

"Sorry," Dean said. "I was always so busy being freaked out by them and worrying what they meant, that I didn't think about their effect on you. I mean, I saw the physical effect, but not everything else."

"It's OK," Sam said. "I didn't mean to snap."

"Well, you go poke around town and see if you can spot the woman. I'm going to try to find a poker game. We have to get more money."

"OK," Sam said.

SSS

"How's your friend?"

Dean turned to find the men from earlier just coming in the bar as he was coming down the stairs. "He's fine. Thanks. I didn't catch your names."

"I'm Adam. This is my brother Little Joe."

"Little Joe?" Dean asked. The man seemed pretty normal-sized to him. "You don't seem that little?"

"It's not that I'm little. It's just that my brother is so big," Joe explained.

Dean looked at Adam. "You're only slightly taller."

"No," Adam laughed. "We have another brother. He's huge."

"So, why aren't you Little Adam?"

"Because, I'm the oldest, which means I can't be littler than either of them."

Dean nodded. Made perfect sense to him. "Well, I'm Dean. It's nice to meet you."

Sam came down the stairs just then, so he could go looking. He knew the odds of just running in to her were not good. She might not come in to town today. "Hey, Sam. This is Adam and Joe." He couldn't call a full-grown man Little. "This is my brother, Sam."

"Nice to meet you," Sam said. "I'm going to go do that thing," he said to Dean and slipped out of the bar. He wasn't in the mood to socialize. He still had a headache.

"Not very social?" Adam asked.

"Not after one of his headaches," Dean said. "So, if you'll excuse me I have to find a poker game."

"If you have to find a poker game, it might not be such a good idea," Adam said.

"Adam, why don't you see about getting us a couple of rooms?" Joe suggested. His brother was no fun most of the time.

"Fine. But, why don't you see if you can stay out of trouble?" Adam said, knowing there wasn't much chance of that. He left on his errand.

"OK, let's find that poker game," Joe said to Dean.

SSS

Sam couldn't believe it. When he walked out of the bar, the first person he saw was the woman from his vision.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" he said, having no idea what he was going to say to her.

"Yes?" she asked.

"My name is Sam Walker." He inwardly rolled his eyes at Dean's stupid names. It was the old west, they could have used their own names for crying out loud. "Is that your baby?" he finished lamely. What was she going to say? What baby? I didn't even realize I had one with me. He was a moron.

"Yes. This is my son, Jacob. He'll be six months old tomorrow."

No surprise there, Sam thought. He vaguely remembered Yellow Eyes saying something about other generations of psychic kids. Who knows how long he had been doing this? He wondered what had happened to all the rest of them, though. He wanted to ask the woman her name and where she lived, but couldn't think of how to do it without looking suspicious.

"I'm sorry. My wife and baby died a few months ago in a fire and he just reminded me of him. I'm sorry to have troubled you." Sam was almost ashamed of himself, but he had to do something to get the information he wanted.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. What were their names?"

"My wife's name was Jessica and my son's name was John."

"My name is Millicent. Are you new in town? I don't remember seeing you before."

"I'm actually just passing through. I'm a Texas ranger."

"Will you be in town for long?"

"Probably for another week," Sam answered.

"Well, if you want a home-cooked meal, you should come by. My husband would love to have a man to talk to at the supper table one night. We live two miles that way," she said pointing.

"I may take you up on that. Thanks, ma'am," Sam said again and tipped his hat.

She smiled and turned away.

Sam headed back to the bar. Mission accomplished.