Destiny Will Wait

05. Home

Sam woke up with a jolt after dreaming of a blonde woman in her bedroom, screaming.

The next morning, Dean was on the computer, Sam was drawing a picture of a tree, and Saoirse was drinking a cup of coffee, trying to wake up. Demigod dreams had woken her up at an annoying hour, and she hadn't been able to get back to sleep. Unknowingly, she'd seen the same woman as Sam and had seen a fiery figure she deemed possibly dangerous.

"All right," Dean said. "I've been cruisin' some websites. I think we 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. Hey." Sam looked up from his drawing. "Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?"

"No. I'm listening. Keep going," Sam replied.

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

Sam looked at his picture. "Wait. I've seen this."

"Seen what?" Dean asked as Sam got up from the bed and searched through his duffel bag. "What are you doing?" He found a photo of their family from when he was a baby and compared the photo to his drawing to see they were the same.

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

"Where?" Dean and Saoirse asked.

"Back home -- back to Kansas."

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

Sam showed the photo to Dean. "All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house. The house where Mom died."

"Yeah."

"And it didn't burn down, right? I mean, not completely, the rebuilt it, right?"

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

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

"Why would you think that?"

"Uh... it's just, um... look, just trust me on this, okay?" He started to walk away.

Dean followed his brother. "Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?"

"Yeah."

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

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

Saoirse pursed her lips. "Look, Dean, we have to go. Sam and I both saw it."

Dean turned to her. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. You saw the same thing? Saoirse, what the hell?"

"Hey, I can't control demigod dreams. They just come. But if Sam and I saw the same thing, we gotta go."

Dean turned to his brother. "Talk."

Sam sighed and his brother waited expectantly. "I have these nightmares."

Dean nodded. "I've noticed."

"And sometimes... they come true."

"Come again?"

"Look, Dean... I dreamt about Jessica's death -- for days before it happened."

"Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence." He sat on the bed.

"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. And Saoirse dreamt the same thing. I mean, that's where it all started, man, this has to mean something, right?"