In the morning, Dean and Sam quickly thanked Lisa, and hurried off back to their hotel room. The car ride was awkward and quite, neither boys sure how to start a conversation. Finally, Dean broke the silence.

"You feeling better Sammy?"

"Yeah, yeah I am," sam hastily answered then looked out the window to his right. There, adults were conversing on the sidewalks, kids were running around and playing. All of them, Sam thought, didn't have to worry about what he knew. They weren't burdened with the darkness of reality. He envied them. Envied their normal lives, normal dreams. He desperately wanted to be out in the world without this weight on his shoulders. But there was nothing he could do about it, his innocence about this life was tarnished since the day his mother was killed, and nothing would ever bring it back. This was how it was supposed to be, he miserably thought.

"Sam! Are you listing?" Sam looked over at Dean indistinctly.

"Sorry, what?"

"I was just saying, maybe we ought to get your umm condition checked out."

"Dean, I don't have a 'condition'. It happened once, won't happen again." Sam rested his head on the window. Great, this is just what he needed. Dean worrying about him every minuet of the day. Exactly what would make this hunt any easier.

"You don't know that Sam. What if it's something like epilepsy or something. You'd have to get medication and stuff. Look, all I'm saying is that it wouldn't hurt to get it checked out." Dean glanced nervously at his brother. This was a long shot. Sam would never agree to see a doctor for anything.

Sure enough, Sam shook his head. "No, Dean." And that was it, for now.

The boys parked the car and walked down the hallway of the motel. Dean took out his key and unlocked the room. It was just as they had left it. Papers scattered on tables and clothes covering the ground.

Sam threw himself on the couch and opened up his laptop.

"We should finish this case before anyone else disappears, I was thinking-"

"Sam, maybe we should worry about you first." Sam glanced at his brother, were they really going to talk about this again?

"Dean, innocent people are disappearing, might be dying for all we know. I said it once and I'll say it again- I'm fine."

Dean sighed in frustration. "You aren't fine Sam. And you know what? I'm not going to do anything until you at least admit that. I've lost too many people. I'm not going to lose you too."

Sam continued researching, "Whatever, Dean. There's nothing to admit."

The brothers stayed in the hotel room for the rest of the day. Dean mainly napping and pestering Sam to go to a doctor, who insisted on staying in the room and researching more on his laptop. All the information he gathered seemed to be useless. He still had no idea what could be causing the disappearances, and Bobby still hadn't returned his call. He surfed the web for another hour or so when he found an article that made his heart drop.

It was about a 64 year old women that was found decapitated in her own home earlier this morning. However, what made it peculiar was that there was no sign of anyone breaking and entering her home. The women's name was Paula Shaunkins. Her picture and description of death were identical to what Sam had saw in his dream last night. Sam felt dizzy and slammed his laptop shut. He was so sure that his dream wasn't real. How could this be possible? Then he was overwhelmed with a feeling of guilt. He should've known. He could have prevented it, helped her. But now it was too late. She was gone, and Sam might as well have killed her himself.

He shook Dean awake, Dean should know about this. As hard as it would be for Sam to tell him, Dean deserved to know about his freakish abilities. Maybe this would even shut him up about taking him to the doctor. Now Sam knew the reason for his random migraines-they were because of the visions. Only now, these visions, were becoming too powerful for his body to handle, which must have been why he started seizing yesterday. Sam had a hard time wrapping his head around this theory, but it was the only one that seemed to make any sense.

Dean lazily opened his eyes, annoyed by the interruption of an amazing dream.

"What do you want?" He groaned, while pushing himself up to a sitting position.

"There's something I need to tell you. It might be hard to believe, but it's true." Sam continued babbling and showed Dean the article about Paula. He shared his theory about the visions with him, which received a look of disbelief.

"Sam, it was probably Deja vu or something. It's late and you're tired. You should just get some sleep." Dean laid down and went back to sleep.

Sam was infuriated with Dean brushing off the importance of this situation. He doesn't understand, he thought. Sam miserably went to his bed, feeling more isolated and alone than ever. Maybe tomorrow Dean would believe him, and maybe Sam would someday be able to forgive himself for allowing that innocent women to die.

...

Soon enough, sleep came to save Sam from the thoughts that were drilling into his skull. The loud silence of the room surrounded him, interrupted every now and then with occasional footsteps from upstairs, or the motor of a car driving down the road.

Sam was struck with the images of a young girl watching rain drops slide down her window. The window opens. A scream is heard. The young girl is pushed out, and falls, with pure terror expressed on her face. Her body thumps on the ground. The rain still falls. Then, it's quiet again. She lays unmoving on the grass below her window. The street sign by her house reads 32 avenue.

Sam's eyes snap open with the vivid dream still playing in his mind. How long has he been sleeping? It had only felt like minuets. He glances to his right and sees Dean still sleeping in the bed on the other side of the room. The world was spinning. Sam runs to the bathroom and vomits in the toilet. The foul taste of it was the least of his concerns. His head was pounding, he could barely stand up.

Then Sam remembered his dream again. He couldn't save Paula, but he had a chance with the young girl he saw minuets ago. Besides, he knew where she was- 32nd avenue was only a half an hour drive from here. If he started driving now he could save her.