Sam didn't know what to say to Becca. She was still sitting on the bed, staring at him with a wide eyed expression. Why was he connected to her and why did this all happen to him?
He stood up, walking to the front door and stepped outside, trying to clear his thoughts.
"Sam…" Dean called after him, but Sam didn't acknowledge his brother, just started walking.
"Sam.." His brother caught up to him. "You gonna tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?" He asked, walking a little faster and then stepping in front of Sam, forcing him to stop.
Sam opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He stood for a few moments quietly, watching Dean, and then finally said, "I…I don't know. Tell me why all this is happening. Why do I keep getting visions of other peoples lives? Becca, Anna, Max….. How am I supposed to remotely live a normal life when all someone has to do is touch something I've touched or look at something you've looked at and my brain feels like it's going to explode out my nose." He finished, frustrated, and pushed passed Dean to continue down the street, his pace faster then before.
"Sam…" Dean followed him, putting a hand on his shoulder and forcing him to turn around and look at him. "I don't know why this is happening to you and believe me I wish it wasn't….." Dean looked up at him. "Sam, you can't let this thing beat you! You're stronger then that."
"They just don't stop, though." Sam replied angrily. He almost felt like he could hit something, just to get rid of the pain…..but he was holding back, otherwise he would have hit Dean already. "They keep getting stronger. What if one day we were doing something important and I just got sent into one of these visions? I could get you killed, Dean."
"Sam, that's not going to happen. You need to pull yourself together, okay? You're obviously having these visions for a reason." Dean paused. "So tell me what you saw."
"I see Anna and flashbacks of when we met; I see Becca and her history." Sam paused a moment, the next thing he had been seeing scared him, but Dean needed to know. "And when I'm asleep I keep having nightmares of you dying like mom and Jess. Why does everyone die just 'cause they know me?"
"What?" Dean swallowed, his eyes on Sam. "You saw….me?" He asked, his voice shaking slightly. "I'm not going to die, Sam, that's crap. Must have seen something else because….that's not going to happen." He told Sam firmly, though he was clearly unnerved by the news.
"No chick flick moments?" Sam asked, putting on a smile at Dean's uncomfort and started walking back to the motel. "You're not gonna die. I was making it up, Mr. Emotional."
"Dude, that is so not cool!" Dean called, running after Sam. Dean pushed him hard in the back. "Don't joke about stuff like that, man!"
Sam stumbled a bit, but recovered. "This coming from the guy who wanted to take me to Vegas so we could clean up!" He laughed lightly. "Come on, we have a werewolf to bust."
Sam walked back into the motel room, smiling at Chase and Becca.
"Hey, that Vegas idea was good!" Dean followed him in, smiling at the two girls as well.
"Oh yes, sit there at the poker table and lose everything. It's not something I can turn on and off, dude." Sam still had his hand on the doorknob, and as he went to close it, he noticed a man standing on the other side of the street, watching their room intently. He was tall, and had piercing blue eyes.
"Either of you know that dude outside?" Sam asked, turning to Chase and Becca