Dean drove through Cowley, looking for a motel. He was worried about Sam, and every so often he glanced at his brother, who was sitting in the passenger's seat with his head in his hand. Finally, a motel came into view and he pulled into the parking lot.
"Sam, you and Chase book out a room and I'll meet you back a bit later."
Chase gave him a questioning look.
"I'm going to get some food and pain killers for Sam."
Painkillers probably wouldn't help Sam, but he looked so pale and he needed to eat.
"I'll meet you back here. Chase, call me to tell me what room number."
Chase and Sam both climbed out and Dean put the car in reverse, heading back to the convenience store. He felt alone, sitting by himself in the car, thoughts flying through his mind. What was happening to Sam? How was Anna? And who was this girl Becca from Sam's visions?

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"Nice place." Becca told Andrew, stepping into his house and looked around. "Not one for furniture, huh?"
The house, though big, was almost completely empty except for a few boxes and some folding chairs. Andrew shut the door loudly behind her and she jumped.
"Jumpy much?" Andrew asked, and Becca laughed nervously.
"I just moved in," He continued, "My furniture should be coming anytime now. In the meantime I have air mattresses for us to use." He grinned at her and Becca smiled back; she was starting to think this was the worst idea she'd had in her life.
"So, why did you move here?" She asked, trying to change the subject before she got even more creeped out then she already was.
"I was bored with my old town and this seemed like a good place to go to meet interesting people…..like you." Andrew replied, and Becca laughed again, trying to get the butterflies in her stomach under control.
"Oh my God, I just remembered! I left my bag at the convenience store in town! I'm gonna go get it, quick." Becca said, starting to back to the door and hoping Andrew would let her leave alone so she could ditch him.
"I'll go with you." Andrew offered, starting to follow her to the door.
"That's okay, I'll go by myself." Becca said quickly, her heart beating hard in her chest.
"You're coming back, right?" He stepped in front of the doorway, blocking her exit. Becca looked up at him; he hadn't seemed this tall before.
"Of course." She said, feeling a chill go down her spine as he looked into her eyes.
"Good. I'll see ya later, Becca." He stepped out of her way and Becca hurriedly left.
Luckily, Andrew didn't live that far away from the store, so she walked back. She glanced over her shoulder every now and then, trying not to freak out too bad about Andrew. She kept her head down as she walked and was so busy thinking, she walked right into someone; again.
"Oh my God, I am the klutziest person ever." She groaned, looking up to see who she had walked into this time.
"Don't worry, it's my fault, I should look where I'm go.."
"Dean?" She asked in surprise, and then groaned again; she hadn't meant to use his real name.
"Excuse me?" He looked down at her, frowning.
"It was completely my fault, I'm sorry, Anthony." She said quickly, trying to cover up her slip up. "It is Anthony, isn't it?" She added, hoping he wouldn't pay attention to the fact she'd called him by his real name.
"You called me Dean, didn't you?" He looked directly into her eyes and she knew he could tell she was lying. "How did you know my name?"
"Okay, so before you freak out, I did call you Dean and I also know you're with Sammy and Chase instead of Matt and Amanda." She looked back up at him, into his eyes, and tried not to act intimidated, even if she was. "I have to get my bag from the store now."
She tried to duck around him, but Dean put his arm out, blocking her. "Wait.." He glanced at the store briefly before turning back to her. "How do you know that?"
"I-I just know." Becca answered, looking away from him. She was feeling vulnerable at the moment. "Please don't make me explain. I already know enough people who think I'm a freak, I don't need anyone else added to that."
Becca hadn't yet admitted out loud that people thought she was weird, and doing it now made her want to cry. She had a feeling Dean might understand, but she wasn't sure she was willing to take that risk.
"Becca, trust me, I won't think you're a freak." He grabbed her arm, looking at her intently. "Your name is Becca, right?"
"Yeah, my name is Becca. Becca Williams and I see things. I see your family in my dreams and sometimes when I'm awake. I don't mean to, but I do. I'm sorry." Becca told him, now trying to hold back tears. Crying wasn't a good a thing at the moment, but she couldn't help it. No one had cared about her in so long that the mere thought of someone she didn't even know caring about her sent her over the edge. She let out a sob and started crying.
"Come on." Dean said, leading her away from the store and over to his car. He opened the passenger side door. "Get in. I just need to talk to you, please."
"Okay." Becca said, getting into the car, and wiping away her tears. "I'm sorry you have to think I'm pathetic." She told Dean as he got into the drivers seat. He started the car up and she glanced around nervously, wondering if she could escape if she needed to. Last time she had told someone about her "gift" they had put her in a car to take her to get "help". Needless to say, she was worried Dean was doing the same thing. "Where are we going?" She asked.
"You're not pathetic." Dean said, his attention turning to the road. "I want you to talk to my brother." He paused. "Sammy…..how did you know I call him that?"
"Okay, I've been having visions of you guys for awhile now, mostly of Sammy, and your house in Kansas. The other day I had one of you guys talking in the car and your names and where you were going, so I decided to find you. I know I seem stalkerish, but I need to know why I'm having these visions. They're getting really bad and painful and I just need to know why." Becca explained, starting to relax a bit now; especially after Dean told her she wasn't pathetic; she liked him, he was nice.
"Oh my God!" She gasped suddenly, spotting Andrew standing on the side of the road. She tried to duck, but he'd already seen her and he gave her a look that creeped her out more then anything before and she could only stare back at him.
"What?!" Dean exclaimed, glancing at Becca. He noticed Andrew and laughed. "Ex-boyfriend?"
"No, I don't actually live here, I just made that up so you wouldn't be too suspicious of me. Like that worked….. That's Andrew. He offered me a place to stay and I accepted like a fool and when I went to get my bag he looked like he would kill me if I tried not coming back and from the look he just gave me I think he might actually try to kill me. Crap! Today sucks." Becca said, sliding down in the seat, crossing her arms like a little kid. "I'm pretty sure he's the creepiest guy I've ever met and I've met a lot of creeps."
She glanced at Dean, whom she found laughing. "What is so funny?"
"Nothing." Dean shook his head, trying to get over his laughter. "Do I come under your list of creeps? I mean, do you normally get in stranger's cars?" He made a 'tut tut' sound. "What would your mother say?"
Becca stared at Dean a moment, wondering if he was crazy. Then she burst into laughter, realizing how funny it all was. "Well, you are kinda creepy and weird looking, but my mom is not around to lecture me, so she wouldn't say anything, so I can be in your car if I want." She started to laugh even harder. She knew from her visions that Dean seemed to be just a little stuck on himself. "Does Sammy go by that or Sam?"
Dean glanced at her. "Sam. Don't ask me why, but he just can't stand it when people call him Sammy." He laughed slightly, and then his face turned serious. "So, where are your parents?"
"My mom left when I was ten and I don't like talking about my dad. I was just kidding about your looks, by the way, you don't have to pout." Becca said, trying to say as little as possible about her family. She didn't like talking about it and hoped Dean would get the hint. "So, how much longer and where are we going?"
"I'm not pouting!" Dean said defiantly, frowning. "We're almost there. Such a child…" He glanced at her briefly. "Why don't you like talking about your dad?"
"You really wanna know why talking about my dad is hard?"
Dean nodded and Becca sighed. She lifted her shirt, showing Dean the bruises and a long scar left from her father's last beating.
"I didn't make dinner for him, so the bastard let me have it good. The bruises are obviously from his hitting and kicking me, the scar is from a knife he used to stab me with. And that's just the last time I saw him. Now do you get it?" She finished, eerily calm about it all. She lowered her shirt and looked at Dean.
"I'm sorry." He said, pulling into a motel parking lot. He turned the ignition off, got out of the car, and then….stopped. "Wait a second." He said, pulling his cell phone out. He scrolled through his contacts a moment before placing the phone to his ear.
"Hey, Sam-my!" He paused, looking at Becca. "What room are you in? I'm outside…" Another pause. "Seven? Okay, see you in a sec.." He clicked the phone shut. "This way…" He gestured for Becca to follow him. They reached room seven and Dean knocked; both of them waiting.