Chapter 2

Sam bolted upright from his sleeping position, panting for breath. His bushy brown hair clung to his forehead, sticky from sweat. He couldn't believe what he had just seen. A vision, a nightmare… no, a premonition. They had recently been increasing. Past experiences had told him that the stronger they get, the closer he was to the demon that killed their mom and Jess. Anger swelled up inside of him at this thought.

"Morning princess! How's our little sleeping beauty doing?"

Sam looked over at his older brother, Dean who was sitting up to the table with the laptop infront of him.

"Been better. What time is it?"

"About 6:20am. You actually got some sleep, I'm impressed."

Dean checked his watch then quickly returned his glance to the screen. Sam ran a hand through his hair, then down his long face. He slowly got up and stumbled over to his brother, still half asleep.

"Why are you up so early? Normally you complain if I get you up at this time."

Sam pulled up a chair and sat next to Dean.

"Well, you didn't get me up, now did you, Sammy?"

Dean gave Sam a cocky expression while leaning farther back against his chair. Sam gave Dean the evil eye.

"It's Sam"

he corrected. Dean sighed.

"Yeah, whatever. Hey check this out."

Dean leaned forward to examine the computer.

"I've been looking for strange deaths in the area and I found one that might interest you."

Sam moved closer and squinted to adjust his eyes. As Sam read, Dean explained the article.

"Two young teens were working at Miley's diner last night. It's the oldest building in the town. Apparently it used to be owned by Miley Walker. She was an old mayor at the time, or something. Anyway, these kids were cleaning up for the night and the door suddenly locked, leaving the guy inside and the girl outside. Anna Sobie, the girl, watched her partner, Frank Kaylum die. She claimed that a butcher's knife stabbed him right through the skull. But get this, she said that the knife…"

"Moved by itself."

Sam interrupted his brother before going back to reading the article. Dean looked at Sam, puzzled.

"How'd you know?"

"Because I dreamt about it. I watched him die in my sleep."

Sam stared off into space, picturing his dream.

"Say what?"

"It's another premonition, Dean! The third one this month. Now I don't know if this seems strange to you, but we got to check into this. The last two we couldn't find, but this one…"

Sam trailed off in thought. Dean gave Sam a concerned look and told him,

"Alright. Let's find the address of this Anna Sobie so that we can get more info. Then we can find out what the killer is and waste the son of a bitch. Got it? Happy?"

Dean grabbed his worn leather jacket and waited for Sam's response. He looked up at him, clearly out of his trance.

"Let's go."