"You're……" Sam threw open the door, his mouth open as if he was about to give Dean a lecture, but he stopped when he saw who Dean had brought back with him.
"You remember Becca." Dean said, smiling brightly at Sam.
"Hi." She said, standing shyly behind Dean. He reached around and grabbed her arm, pulling her around to stand beside him.
"Turns out, you guys have a lot in common." He walked into the motel room, dragging Becca along with him. "Becca, tell Sam-my what you told me."
He realized he kept calling his brother Sammy, which was a bit unthoughtful, considering what his brother had been going through, but he couldn't help it. He hated serious moments and tried to make a joke out of everything if possible.
Chase sat on one of the beds, cleaning guns. She glanced up briefly at them, but remained silent.
Becca, for her part, had turned to Sam. "Okay, I have been having visions of you guys for awhile now, mostly of you, Sammy, and your house in Kansas. The other day I had one of you guys in the car and I heard your names and where you were going, so I decided to find you guys." She moved closer to Dean, giving Sam a nervous look. "They're getting really painful, and I think you feel them, too. That's why I collapsed outside your car today – I didn't fall. Do you have visions, too?"
Sam just sat in one of the chairs silently, looking at Becca. After a moment, Chase stood up and came to stand next to Dean casually.
"Have a way of making friends, don't you?" She asked, casting a glance at Becca, who was standing just on the other side of Dean, clearly trusting him over herself and Sam.
Dean looked at Chase, confused, and then he figured out what she meant by that and frowned at her. Becca was about ten years younger then him, he was pretty sure, and…
"What's going on?" Chase went on in an undertone, as Sam lowered his head into his arms as if in pain and Becca continued to look at him with the same uneasy look.
"I don't want to pry, but if something huge is going on, I'd like to have slightly more than an idea." Chase said, watching him, and Dean just shrugged. Truthfully he didn't even have a clue. All he knew was somehow Sam, and this girl, were connected and he was worried – even if he didn't show it.
The tension in the room started to grow as no one spoke and then suddenly, Dean's phone went off. Glad for the reprieve, he flipped open his phone. "Hello?" He said, heading to the window, slightly away from the others.
"Dean." He heard Anna breathe a sigh of relief from the other line.
"Anna?" Dean looked over at Sam, concerned, then back out the window.
"What's going on? Are you okay? Please tell me you're all right?"
"I'm fine. Why? What's wrong?"
"Thank God." Anna said, her voice sounding breathless. "I just…… Did Sam tell you what I told him? I got really worried when he said he'd call back and he never did."
"Sam? What did you tell him? When?"
"Dean, I don't know what's happening to me." Anna went on, as if she didn't hear Dean at all.
"Anna, just keep calm, okay? I'm fine, Sam's fine, we're all fine. No one's hurt or ever going to be." Dean spoke into the phone, trying to reassure himself as much as Anna. He had no idea what was happening and he didn't like it one bit. It made him feel sick to his stomach and completely useless.
"I called him when you were on your way to Cowley, Wyoming. I kept having these visions of Sam, and then you. I recently had a vision of a girl, too…" There was a pause and a sharp intake of breathe from Anna's line.
"Anna?!" Dean said into his phone, holding his breathe as he waited for a response.
"Becca? Becca Williams? That's her name…."
"How do you know that?" Dean asked, freaked out Anna knew. It reminded him of when Sam's visions started coming true, and that, in turn, reminded him of his old house.
"I just saw her, talking with you outside a……drug store?" There was another pause. "Dean, why'd I have to be an idiot? Why didn't I go with you? God knows I wanted to. If only I could crawl through the phone."
"No." Dean said. "You're safer when I'm not around." He told Anna simply. He wasn't really going to get into a chick flick moment with Sam standing nearby and then Chase and Becca right behind him.
"I understand what you're going through, I really do," He went on, his face expressionless. "But you have to stay strong. Don't worry about us, we're fine. Nothing bad is going to happen to us, okay?" He glanced behind him at Becca, Sam, and Chase, and realized how they all needed to get things sorted out. "Anna, I'll call you later, okay? Get some rest…..I'll speak soon."
And with that, he clicked the phone shut and slid it back into his pocket.

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"Okay, please don't forget me." Anna said into her phone, but Dean had already hung up, so she didn't know if he heard her or not, but obviously there was something pressing he had to attend to.
She leaned her head back against the bench she was sitting on, tears seeping out of the corners of her eyes. She needed to get out of this emotional bind she was in. Dean couldn't handle her being so emotional; he needed a girl that was tough, and could stand on her own. She wanted to be that girl, but how?
Anna lifted her arm, wiping her tears on her sleeve. "I can do this." She told herself.
Currently she was at a bus stop, trying to get to Cowley, Wyoming, but she'd just missed the bus.
"This won't stop me." She said to herself. "I'll walk if I have to."
And she did just that; standing up and slinging her bag over her shoulder; she began to walk down the street.