Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Lindsay jumped up and ran past Sam towards the door. Her face was twisted in horror. She tried to push Sam out of the way but he got a hold of her arm and forced her to look at him. "What is going on here?"

"Go, please, go now! You have to get out of here!" she cried and pounded her fists against his chest. Sam let go of her.

That someone outside knocked the door again.

Sam looked at Lindsay inquiringly but she only shook her head while she reached for the door handle.

"What is wrong with you? Get out of my house! Now! Or I'll call the cops!" Lindsay suddenly yelled, yanked the door open and pushed Sam outside. She seemed to be really upset. Sam tried to shush her, but it was of no use. When he turned, he saw the older woman from the library outside on the front porch. The look this woman gave him made Sam feel very uncomfortable.

"Ok, ok…" he played along. "Sorry…I thought you wanted to go out with me…" It was the best he could come up with in that moment but it was all he needed. He pushed past the woman outside and hurried to get out of sight. He didn't look back once. Sam jumped in the car and rushed away.

What had just happened? Lindsay had been scared, but what was the cause? The woman? The three men? But still, she had been willing to help him, even though she had gotten herself in harms way. Was it just an act? Sam was not sure what to make of it all. Lindsay had seemed to be so honest about what she told him about Lauren and what had been happening here in Richmond. Then why did she freak out like that when the weird woman showed up? What was she doing here, anyway? Sam felt as if the whole town had had turned against Lauren and Lucy.

When Sam returned to the house, he saw Dean standing on the porch, obviously looking for him.

"Dude…what took you so long?" His older brother said when Sam was close enough.

"Searching for answers?" Sam replied without much enthusiasm.

"And did you find out anything new? Like what underwear she wears?"

Sam shot him a disgusted look.

"Sorry…what's wrong? You look…horrible!" When Sam didn't reply immediately, Dean repeated his question. "Dude, what's wrong?"

"WHAT!" Sam shouted and Dean backed away.

"God, calm it! What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing…" Sam whispered. "This place is getting to me. The people are strange."

"Yeah, sometimes they are…this has never bothered you before? Ah, I'm getting it…you're worried about Lucy, right?" Dean chuckled a little.

Sam shook his head. "Of course I worry. Don't you?"

Dean smiled at his younger brother. "Sure, but not like that. You got a funny way of showing your affection for that girl. The way you're lurking around her…I'm taking it you like her."

"What are you talking about?"

"Am I speaking in a language you're not getting here?"

"Dean, shut about it!" Sam's twisted face clearly displayed his apprehension. "Just let it go, ok?"

Dean raised an eyebrow but kept his mouth shut. He knew that when his brother was in that agitated mood, arguing was useless. Sam was a stubborn son of a bitch and whatever was with him, he wouldn't just snap out of it within the next couple of seconds.

"Can we go inside now?" Sam asked carefully. He knew that his mood wasn't doing anything to help the situation right now but he couldn't help it.

Dean bit back a reply and opened the front door with a wide gesture of his hand. Sam ignored his brother and stepped in, searching for Lucy. She was nowhere to be seen.

His throat was dry. Sam swallowed but it didn't help. He went to the kitchen, took a glass from the board, filled it with water and drank it, but still, it didn't help. His head began to spin and the world around him faded into darkness. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head but the dizziness did not go away. It was one of these strange headaches he had been having often lately. Visions, accompanied by strong headaches. These visions that he had been having for quite some time now were bugging him every now and then and every time he had them, something really bad was going to happen. He put the glass down and with both hands on the sink's rim, he tried to keep his balance but it didn't work. His knees gave way and he sank to the tiled floor, knocking down the glass from the sink. The sound of breaking glass made both Lauren and Dean run into the kitchen from the living room. Dean jumped over to his brother and steadied him.

"Are you alright, dude?"

Sam didn't answer. He was trembling uncontrollably, and he didn't hear anything of what was going on around him. He threw his head back and coughed for air. His pupils were dilated. He didn't see neither Dean nor Lucy down with him on the floor, shaking him carefully. All he saw was a blurred image of the backyard of the Hawking's house, the lake and a figure running around, into the water. This…person, figure, thing almost seemed to be floating across the lake and towards an old house on the other side of the lake. Through one of the windows the light of a candle shone a strange mixture of light and shadow onto the porch. The headache increased and his vision blurred even more but before it all blurred into nothingness, he could make out Lucy and Lauren quite clearly, both on the ground…dead. Sam had to cough and felt like suffocating, as if invisible hands were choking him. The figure had now reached the house and somehow got inside. The next thing Sam could see were 4 children lined up against the wall. Another child, taller than the others, stood in the middle of the small and otherwise empty room, surrounded by shadow until flames leaked up from the floor, devouring the children on the wall.

Dean saw that Lauren had stepped backwards into the far corner of the kitchen when Sam collapsed and pressed herself against the wall. She had raised both hands to cover her ears even though there was no screaming. He watched her carefully and noticed that she flinched at the same time Sam did. It was strange to see them both go through probably the same experience simultaneously. At least he got the impression that they went through the same experience because they had the same look in their eyes.

His brother flinched under his touch and Dean let go. Sam coughed and squeezed his eyes shut. The pain in his head was nearly unbearable but the images he saw got clearer and clearer with the increasing pain but somehow he lost the red thread throughout this vision. Suddenly it was all mixed up, images from his own past mingled with something that felt like someone else's past. He saw Lauren and Lucy, fire and the yellow eyed demon, Dean and his father but it was all out of proportion. The memories mixed with the images from his vision until he was finally able to suppress them and focus again on what he had seen before this interruption.