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( THESE MIGRAINES ARE
AREN'T MIGRAINES )

     A man drives down the street, into his garage and turns off the engine. A close up of the Michigan number plate. The garage door starts winding down by itself and he looks at it, confused.

      His car doors then self lock. He struggles but cannot open them. The ignition key turns by itself and the engine starts.

      Exhaust smoke begins filling the garage. The man struggles to turn off the engine to no avail. The radio flicks on. The man begins to cough.

      "Help. Somebody help me!" He yells. By now the smoke is very thick and he keels over, unconcious.

MOTEL ROOM
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      Sam starts up from his bed, suddenly wide awake. He looks across to where Dean is sleeping peacefully.?Elena gets up too, having the same dream because of their connection. They look at each other before Sam sits for a moment, then moves into action, flipping on the light switch and shaking his brother.

      "Dean. Dean." Sam says.

      The moment Dean stirs, Sam rises and starts gathering his things. Dean rubs his eyes. "What are you doing man, it's the middle of the night." He raises himself on his elbows.

      Elena gets up and packs up. "We have to go." She says.

      Dean is immediately alert but not alarmed. "What's happening?" He asks.

      "We have to go. Right now." Sam grabs his bag and walks out.

      Elena leaves after Sam and Dean rolls his eyes. "Great, I'm surrounded by nut jobs." He says and follows.

      In the Impala, Dean is driving, Sam is on the phone. He reads from a Michigan State Police ID. "McReady. Detective McReady. Badge number 158. I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two door sedan, Michigan licence plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven. Yeah ok, just hurry." He says.

      "Sammy relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare." Dean says.

      "Yeah, tell me about it." Sam says.

      "I mean it. Y'know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. This licence plate, it won't check out. You'll see." Dean says.

      Elena shakes her head. "It felt different Dean. Real." She says.

      "Like when I dreamt about our old house. And Jessica." Sam says and Elena nods.

      "Yeah, that makes sense. You're dreaming about our house, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?" Dean asks.

      "No."

      Dean turns to Sam. "No. Exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan." He says.

      "I don't know." Sam says.

      "Me neither."

      Sam speaks into the phone. "Yes I'm here." He listens, glares at Dean, then picks up his pen. "Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address? Got it. Thanks." He hangs up phone. "Checks out. How far are we?"

      "From Saginaw? Coupla hours." Dean says.

      "Drive faster." Elena says.

      Once at Jim Miller's house, The Impala cruises to a stop, the boys see the Emergency vehicles and someone on a stretcher being zipped into a body bag. They all turn to each other in the car, Dean concerned, Sam and Elena upset.