After Klink and Schultz left, the gang went back to discussing the situation led by Hogan, who asked Sam what it is was that he saw in his psychic vision. Sam explained the best he could, but there just wasn't enough details for a full picture. That's how it was with his powers. He didn't necessarily hate them as much as not knowing why he had them and why they never showed him full details. It was always snippets like watching a fifteen to thirty second commercial.

Dean knew that Sam's premonitions were a touchy subject, and he'd never tell another hunter about them. Mainly, because they were some who would look at his brother as something to hunt down and kill. But that was the thing about Sam, he wasn't evil, there wasn't an evil bone in his body. Sam was the type who would talk first, then ask questions later, while he was shoot first.

Hogan and the rest of the group listened closely to what Sam and Dean told them. Everyone was very intrigued, yet very confused about the situations. Who wouldn't be after people just told them about ghosts and ghouls and other supernatural creatures, and the things that go bump in the night?

"Okay, so, do you have any idea when this. . .attack is going to happen?" Hogan asked.

Sam shook his head. "No. Unfortunately, the visions never give me full details. It could happen in a few hours or a few days."

Dean placed a hand on the back of Sam's shoulder, giving his baby brother the comfort he knew he needed. Even though, he wasn't into that whole touchy-feely crap, he definitely was aware that Sam needed it.

Sam smiled at his brother, and Dean removed his hand. He got the hidden message.

"So, there's no way to know when this is going to happen?" Newkirk asked.

"Not really, but I think it's going to be tonight," Sam stated. He didn't have any evidence to back up the claim, but there was a feeling in his gut that was telling him that this was going to happen and really soon.

Dean looked at his brother with confusion. "Why do you say that Sammy?"

Sam shook his head. "I. . .I have a feeling, Dean. Like that time back at home."

Dean took in what Sam had said, and as a hunter Dean's instincts were pretty accurate. At least most of the times. But with Sam, Dean didn't know if it was his psychic stuff or what but for some reason Sam could sense things better than himself. It troubled Dean, because he knew that even as a child Sam was always a target for the creatures and ghost. Dean was beginning to suspect that Sam's abilities may have started back then. But giving the fact that there was no actual proof, he shook it off.

"Sam, don't worry. We're going to figure this out, just like we always do."

Frustration was beginning to cloud Sam, and he turned towards his brother. "How can we Dean? This is going to happen tonight, and we can't do anything because we're stuck in here!"

Dean sighed. "Okay, Sam. Calm down," he ordered and Sam obeyed. "I know this is hard, but… hell, we ARE going to figure this shit out, besides, these guys have a good plan, so what do you say we go over it again?"

Sam nodded. "Okay, Dean, but just promise me that we'll get back home soon, I'm beginning to really miss my laptop."

Dean laughed. "I know, little brother. I'm missing home as well."'

Hogan gazed back and forth at them. He had remained quiet, just watching the two strange brothers talk. But deep down, there was something lingering in the depth of his mind as he listened intently to what Sam was saying. He didn't necessarily have psychic power potent to Sam's but he did have a knack for knowing things, and what he knew was that Sam was right. Something was going to happen tonight.

After Sam and Dean were done talking and both brothers looked at him, he knew it was time for him to repeat the plan. "Okay, so, you know what to do, right LeBeau?"

The corporal nodded. "Yes. I'm supposed to give Schultz a bargain, and then tell him to keep a watchful eye on Klink."

"Right, and if he asks why?"

"I say that someone snuck into his room. Colonel, are you sure bout this?"

Hogan looked at his man with a tilt of his head. "If, Sam is right, then we have to take the chance of warning Schultz. He is the best chance we have. Sam and Dean will be on guard out here in case something was to happen."

LeBeau nodded, some of his fears dissipating with each word. But then a thought occurred to him, and he whispered. "Colonel, how are we supposed to do anything about a ghost?"

Stunned, Hogan straightened back up. That thought hadn't even crossed his mind. How were they supposed to do anything about a ghost? We don't kill, so then how do we take down a ghost?

He thought long and hard for a moment longer, before he turned back towards the Winchesters. "Excuse me, fellas, how exactly do you take care of the ghost?"

"Easy, salt and burn the remains," Dean said with a smile.

Sam shook his head again. "Not necessarily. It's not always that easy. Sometimes a spirit can latch onto something. . .say a house or an item, if that is the case, then all you would need to do was burn the item."

"I swear, you're an encyclopedia," Dean joked.

Later that night, Klink was peacefully asleep in bed. However, the pocket watch that he had taken from Schultz, and placed on his nightstand, began to spray out a blue mist and the air temperature decreased even colder than the winter's chilly air. Klink shivered in his sleep and tightly pulled the blankets around him.

A knife, off of a tray that he had laid off to the side, had telekineticly lifted up and into the air. Slowly, it floated over towards Klink's body, and stopped in mid air.

The blue mist swirled and took shape of a shadowy figure that of a woman, and looked at the man lying in the small bed. "You did this to me!" she exclaimed and her voice bombard, with enough power to shake the room.

A dazed Klink woke up from his peaceful slumber. He opened his bleary eyes and when they landed on the floating knife and dark shadow he instantly became fully awake and alert, and just when he was about to open his mouth, Schultz busted in, and the ghost vanished in a cloud of smoke, that shoot right into Klink, who didn't notice a thing. The knife fell and landed softly on the tangled and messy blankets.

"Schultz! What's the meaning of this?"

Schultz stood there shocked at what he had just witnessed. His mouth hung open, and then he tried to speak. "I… I thought. I saw nothing, nothing," he muttered.

"Out!"

Schultz without further questioning left, missing Klink's blue eyes turn brown, and the evil smirk that crossed the Colonel's face.

"Let the fun begin," Klink said, his own voice being masked by the female.