Comfort Crowd Δ SPN [ 1 ]

011. WEIRD DREAMS

The family of four are in the motel room and Sam is sitting on the bed drawing a tree. Dean is at the table and on the computer. Ophelia and Libby are on the floor sharing a plate of Cheez Its while they watch Spider-Man.

"All right. I've been cruisin' some websites. I think I found a few candidates for our next gig. A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali -- its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas." Dean says before looking at Sam to see him not really paying attention.

"Hey." Dean calls getting Sam to look at him. "Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?"

"No. I'm listening. Keep going." Sam says.

"And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times." Dean says before waving his hand in front of Sam's face. "Any of these things blowin' up your skirt, pal?"

"Wait. I've seen this." Sam mumbles looking at what he was drawing.

"Seen what?" Dean asks. Sam gets up and goes to his duffel bag, digging through it. "What are you doing?" Sam pulls out a picture of his family from when he was a baby and compares the tree in the photo to the tree he drew.

"Dean, I know where we have to go next." Sam says.

"Where?" Dean asks.

"Back home. Back to Kansas." Sam states.

"Okay, random. Where'd that come from?" Dean asks.

"All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where mom died?" Sam asks, showing Dean the picture.

"Yeah." Dean nods.

"And it didn't burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?" Sam asks.

"I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talkin' about?" Dean asks.

"Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy but... the people who live in our old house... I think they might be in danger." Sam says.

"Why would you think that?" Dean asks.

"Uh... it's just, um... look, just trust me on this, okay?" Sam says.

"Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?"

"Yeah."

"Come on, man, that's weak. You gotta give me a little bit more than that."

"I can't really explain it is all."

"Well, tough. I'm not goin' anywhere until you do." Dean says making Sam sigh.

"I have these nightmares." Sam says.

"I've noticed." Dean says.

"And sometimes... they come true." Sam says.

"Come again?" Dean asks.

"Look, Dean... I dreamt about Jessica's death. For days before it happened." Sam says.

"Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence." Dean says, sitting on one of the beds.

"No, I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn't do anything about it cause I didn't believe it. And now I'm dreaming about that tree, about our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that's where it all started, man, this has to mean something, right?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know, Dean? This woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed mom and Jessica!" Sam exclaims, the girls' attention going to him.