( PREMONITION )

TWO DAYS LATER

IMPALA
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Dean's behind the wheel, Sam is sitting next to him and Elena in the back. Dean is clearly pissed over the whole situation. "I mean, this Jeremy guy's not a frigging ghost. Where the hell could he be?" Dean asks.

"Dean, you sure you don't want me to drive? You seem a little..." Sam starts as Dean looks over at him. "...caffeinated."

"Thanks for the news flash, Edison." Dean's cell rings. He tries to get hold of it but it's turns out it's a bit hard and he mutters indistinctly. He finally gets it up. The scene flashes between Bobby in the motelroom with Bela and the Impala. "Tell me you got something."

"Strip club was a bust, huh?" Bobby asks.

"Yeah." Dean says.

"That was our last lead."

"What the hell, Bobby!" Dean yells

"Don't yell at me, boy. I'm working my ass off here." Bobby says.

"Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just.. I'm-I'm-I'm tired."

Bela is using her spirit board and tarot cards to find help from the dead. "Well, who ain't?" Bobby asks.

"What's Bela got?" Dean asks.

Bobby turns to Bela. "What do you got, Bela?" He asks.

"Sorry. Sometimes the spirit world is in a chatty mood, and sometimes it isn't." She says.

"She's got nothing." Bobby says.

"Great! Well, I'm just gonna go blow my brains out now!" Dean flips the phone closed and throws it in his lap. He hits the steering-wheel grunting angrily.

MOTEL ROOM
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Bobby flips his phone closed and looks over at Bela, who's still working by the board. Bobby walks over to her. "Let me ask you somethin'." Bobby says and Bela looks up at him. "What are you doin' helping us?" She smiles a little.

"Bobby, I'm surprised you don't remember." Bela says. Bobby squints his eyes a little, not making the connection. "Flagstaff?"

Bobby looks thoughtfull for a moment. "Oh. Yeah. Right. Flagstaff." He says.

The Impala comes down the road towards the camera. Suddenly Dean turns the car on a sideroad instead of continuing on. When they get to a clearing in the woods, he shuts off the engine.

The camera pans up from the headlights to the windshield and over to Dean's window. "Alright, that's it. I'm done." Dean says.

"What are you doing?" Sam asks.

Dean slides down a bit in his seat, resting his head on the back of it. "Taking myself a long-overdue nap." He says.

"What?" Elena asks. "Dean, Jeremy can come after you."

"That's the idea."

"Excuse me?" Sam asks.

"Come on man, we can't find him, so let him come to me." Dean says.

"On his own turf? Where he's basically a god?"

"I can handle it." Says Dean.

"Not alone, you can't." Sam reaches over and pulls out some of Dean's hair.

"Ow!" Dean touches his head where Sam grabbed some hair. He looks over at Sam. "What are you doing?"

"Coming in with you." Sam says.

"No, you're not."

"Why not? At least then it'll be two against one." Sam says.

Dean doesn't have a respons first, opening and closing his mouth. "'Cause I don't want you digging around in my head." He says. Especially since he had dreams about Elena...

"Too bad." Sam goes for the items to make the liquid and Dean just looks at him for a moment.

Later, they're both asleep, leaning on the doors of the Impala. Sam wakes up first, clearing his throat. The car is right where it was before we cut to after they fell asleep.

"Dean." Sam hits Dean on his arm and Dean wakes up forcefully.

"Jeez. For the love of God." Dean looks around a bit, looking extremely tired. "What are we still doing here?"

"I have no idea." Sam says. A sound can be heard from outside the car. "There's someone out there."

They get out of the car, looking around. As they walk in front of the car, music can suddenly be heard. Dean looks behind him and then when he turns around, a corner of the clearing lights up, and there sits Lisa on a little blanket and a picknick basket. Dean just looks at her and she smiles up at him.

"Hey. You gonna sit down?" She asks. Dean doesn't move, he just looks at her. She has a glas of red whine in her hand and she reaches for another glas in the basket. "Come on. We only have an hour before we have to pick Ben up from baseball."

She holds the glass for him, giving him another smile. Sam is standing a bit behind Dean, taking this all in as Dean just looks at her. He looks over at Sam. "I've never had this dream before." Dean turns back, away from Sam, and we can see that he isn't telling the truth.

Sam takes a few steps towards him. "Stop looking at me like that." Dean says.

"Sorry." Sam says.

"Dean. I love you." Lisa smiles and suddenly her entire scene shakes and both her, the picknick, the light and the music disappears. Dean looks around, Sam turns around, doing the Same.

"Where'd she go?" Dean asks.

Sam is looking into the woods and suddenly Jeremy comes out from behind a tree. "Dean." He takes after Jeremy, who runs off.

Dean quickly follows Sam and they run into the woods. Dean looses track on Sam, but keeps running in the same direction. Suddenly he stops and turns, looking around confused.

"Okay."

The camera pans out and reveals that the woods have turned into wallpaper and Dean is standing in a hallway with doors on both sides.

Sam is still running through them, in pursuit of Jeremy. He comes to a clearing, where he stops, panting, looking around. "Dean?!"

Dean is walking down the hallway towards a door at the end of it. Before he reaches it, it suddenly opens up slowly. Dean stops, watching. The door glides open more, revealing a motel room.

Clicking can be heard, as Dean enters the room. As he comes in, we see that the motel room looks exactly as the one he and Sam is staying in. Across the room from the door, sits a man on the chair by the desk. Dean walks further into the room, watching him.

"Jeremy?" Dean asks.

The man keeps clicking the on and off button for the lamp on the desk, his back to Dean. When we get an angle over the mans shoulder, he clicks the lamp back on and we see that it's.. Dean. He turns his head back towards Dean, and he doesn't look very nice.

Dean sees that the man is himself. Dream Dean slowly stands up, and turns to Dean, who swallows at the sight of himself. Dream Dean doesn't looks so hard anymore. "Hey, Dean."

"Well, aren't you a handsome son of a gun." Dean smiles

"We need to talk." Dream Dean says.

Dean nods and begins to walk in a circle, as does Dream Dean. They're walking in the same direction just across from each other.

"I get it. I get it. I'm my own worst nightmare, is that it? Huh? Kind of like the Superman III junkyard scene? A little mano y mano with myself?" Dean asks.

"Joke all you want, smart-ass. But you can't lie to me. I know the truth." Dream Dean says. They stop walking, now having changed places. Dean standing by the desk, Dream Dean by the door. "I know how dead you are inside. How worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror... and hate what you see."

"Sorry, pal. it's not gonna work." Dean smiles. "You're not real."

"Sure I am. I'm you."

"I don't think so. 'Cause see, this is my siesta. Not yours." Dean raises left hand. "All I gotta do is snap my fingers and you go bye-bye." He snaps his fingers once, and nothing happens. Dean snaps again, noticing nothing's happening.

Dream Dean just watches him. He snaps them three more times and then lets his hand fall to his side. The smile gone, but his eyebrows are raised at this. Dream Dean gives him a nod and looks at him, clearly saying "see". "I'm not going anywhere. Neither are you."

The door slams shut behind him, and locks. All the smiles are gone from Dean's features, taking in the seriousness. "Like I said..." Dream Dean says. He raises his right hand, in which he now has a pistol-grip sawed-off. "we need to talk."

A bang can be heard, and Sam wakes up, gasping. He looks over at Dean, who's still asleep. "Dean." Sam hits him on the arm and the camera pans from Sam to in front of Dean. "Hey."

As the camera reaches Dean's face, we see it's in fact not Dean, but Jeremy, who's very much awake. "Wake up." Sam says.

He hits him on the arm two more times and then Jeremy turns around, with a hard, evil look. Sam only has a second to respond and take in that it's Jeremy and not Dean, and then Jeremy hits him hard in his stomach with the tip of the bat he used earlier in Bobby's dream. Sam grunts and opens the door.

Sam falls out through the door, face first, still grunting over the pain. Jeremy comes around the front of the car, the bat resting against his shoulder. "Boy, you just don't know when to leave well enough alone, do you?" Jeremy asks.

As he walks towards Sam, who's reached the back of the Impala still on the ground, he closes the door Sam fell out through and continues walking up to him. Towering over Sam who's now turned over, looking up at him, still moving backwards.

"You're a psycho." Sam says.

"You're wrong."

"Yeah? Tell that to Dr. Gregg." Sam says.

"The doc? No, no. The doc's the one that got me hooked on this stuff and then he took it away." Jeremy says.

Sam is lying still on the ground, looking up at him. He leans on the Impala, raising the bat, holding it like he's about to swing, looking down at Sam. "But I needed it, and he wouldn't let me have it." Jeremy says.

"So you killed him?" Sam asks.

"I can dream again. You know what that's like, not being able to dream? You never rest, not really. It's like being awake for 15 years." Jeremy says.

"And let me guess. That makes you go crazy?" Sam asks.

Jeremy leans down towards Sam, holding the bat out at him. "I just wanna be left alone. I just wanna dream." He says.

"Sorry. Can't do that." Sam says.

"That's the wrong answer." Jeremy says. Sam is suddenly pulled flat against the ground. He begins to breathe heavily. As we get a shot from the side, we see that Sam's now tied to railroad spikes, unable to move. "I'm getting better and better at this. Stronger and stronger all the time."

He's still standing by Sam's feet, now examining the bat. Sam looks to the side, and Jeremy looks down at him. "But you and your brother? You're not waking up. Not this time. I'm not gonna let you." Jeremy says. Sam looks up at him.

"I mean, you're going to hell and you won't lift a finger to stop it." Dream Dean says.

MOTEL ROOM
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Dean and Dream Dean has begun circling each other again. "Talk about low self-esteem. Then again, I guess it's not much of a life worth saving, now is it?" Dream Dean asks.

"Wake up, Dean. Come on, wake up." Dean says to himself.

"I mean, after all, you've got nothing outside of Sam." They stop circling each other. They're now back in their original positions. Dean by the door, Dream Dean by the desk. "You are nothing. You're as mindless and obedient as an attack dog."

Dean smiles a little. "That-That's not true." He says.

"No? What are the things that you want? What are the things that you dream? I mean, your car? That's Dad's. Your favorite leather jacket? Dad's. Your music? Dad's. Do you even have an original thought?" Dream Dean says and Dean scoffs, not wanting to admit to anything. "No. No, all there is is, "Watch out for Sammy. Look out for your little brother, boy!" You can still hear your Dad's voice in your head, can't you?" He motions with the weapon to his head. "Clear as a bell."

Dean smiles. "Just shut up." He takes down the weapon.

"I mean, think about it.." Dream Dean  begins to walk towards Dean, whose smile is fading now. "all he ever do is train you, boss you around. They're now standing face to face."

"But Sam...Sam he doted on. Sam, he loved." Dream Dean says.

"I mean it. I'm getting angry." Dean says.

"Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier and nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument. Your own father didn't care whether you lived or died. Why should you?"

Dean is angry now. "Son of a bitch!" He pushes Dream Dean hard, and he hits the wall above the desk, landing on it. "My father was an obsessed bastard!"

Dream Dean tries to get up and Dean kicks him down on the desk again. He holds the weapon as a bat and hits Dream Dean once and then pins him to the wall with it.

"All that crap he dumped on me, about protecting Sam. That was his crap. He's the one who couldn't protect his family. He-" Dean steps back and swings the weapon again, hitting Dream Dean twice. "He's the one who let Mom die." He pins Dream Dean again. "Who wasn't there for Sam. I always was! He wasn't fair! I didn't deserve what he put on me."

He backs away from Dream Dean. "And I don't deserve to go to hell!" He shoots Dream Dean twice in the chest. As he lowers the weapon and looking at Dream Dean, we see the latter is dead. There's bloodspatter on Dream Dean's face and his eyes are closed.

Jeremy is hitting Sam repeatedly on his legs and knees, both with the bat and with his feet. Sam is grunting through the assault, not able to move.

Dean approaches Dream Dean on the desk, looking at him. Suddenly Dream Dean's eyes flickers open and they're completely black, as when a demon possesses a human. Dean widens his eyes at that. Demon Dean sits up, looking into Dean's eyes

"You can't escape me, Dean. You're gonna die. And this, this is what you're gonna become."

Jeremy is now standing over Sam, the bat hovering above Sam's chest. "You can't stop me. There's nothing I can't do in here." He says.

"Because of the Dream Root." Sam says.

"That's right."

"Yeah? Well, you're forgetting something." Sam says.

Jeremy now holds the bat, ready to swing down on Sam. "What's that?" He asks.

Sam looks up at him. "I took the Dream Root too." He smiles.

"Jeremy!"

As Jeremy turns around, the camera swings to the woods and we see Jeremy's father, Henry, standing at the edge of the woods.

"Jeremy!"

"No. No." Jeremy says as Henry begins walking towards him. "Dad?"

"You answer me when I'm talking to you, boy."

Jeremy backs away from Sam and Henry. He no longer has the bat in his hands. "No." Suddenly Sam shows up and hits Jeremy across his face with the bat.

The boys wake up. Elena jumps in shock as she watches them wake up. They look over at each other and then look away. Dean is clearly taken by what just happened.

Bobby and Sam comes around the corner and walks down the hallway together. Sam has a key to the room in his hands. "So you did a little dream-weaving of your own in here, huh?" Bobby asks.

"Yeah. I just sort of concentrated and it happened, you know?" Sam asks.

"Didn't have anything to do with...you know, your psychic stuff?" Dean asks and Sam looks at him, and they stop walking. Bobby turns and looks at him.

"No. I mean, I don't think so." Sam says.

Bobby nods. "Good. Good." He says. They continue walking down the hallway.

MOTEL ROOM
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Dean is on the phone with his back to the door. He closes the phone and when he hears the lock being unlocked he turns around, and Sam and Bobby enters. "Hey, you guys seen Bela?" Dean asks. "She's not in her room. She's not answering her phone." They close the door and comes in.

"She must've taken off or something." Sam says.

"Just like that? It's a little weird." Elena says.

"Yeah well, if you ask me what's weird is why she helped us in the first place."

"I thought you saved her life."

Bobby is confused. "What the hell are you talking about?" He asks.

"The thing in Flagstaff." Dean says. Sam turns around and looks at Bobby.

"That thing in Flagstaff was an amulet. I gave her a good deal, that's all." Bobby says.

Dean gets confused at that, closing his mouth. Sam turns around and looks at him, confused. He turns back to Bobby. "Well, the why did y-?" Sam asks.

"You boys better check your pockets." Bobby says. Sam reaches into his pockets, as does Dean. "Not literally."

Dean stops what he's doing and slowly looks up at Sam and then turn to the safe in the closet. Sam who's looking at Dean, does the Same. "No, no, no, no." Dean says. He goes over to the safe and opens it up. It's empty.

"The Colt." Sam says as Dean looks over at him and slams the safe shut. "Bela stole the Colt."

"Damn it, boys!" Bobby yells.

"Pack you crap." Dean walks over to his bag on the couch.

"Why? Where are we going?" Elena asks.

Dean turns to her. "We're gonna go hunt the bitch down." He says.

The boys are standing by the open trunk, Dean is zipping his bag closed and Sam puts his own in there. "Hey, Sam. I was wondering. When you were in my head, what did you see?" He asks.

"Uh, just Jeremy. He kept me separated from you. Easier to beat my brains out that way, I guess. What about you? You never said." Sam says.

Dean shakes his head. "Nothing. I was looking for you the whole time." Dean takes the keys out the lock to the trunk and closes it. They all get into the car.

Sam sighs as he sits down. Dean looks thoughtfull for a while. "Sam." He says. Sam looks over at him.

"Yeah?" Sam asks and Dean doesn't look at him.

Dean clears his throat. "I've been doing some thinking. And... Well, the thing is... I don't wanna die." He says and Sam expression softens, saddens. "I don't wanna go to hell."

Sam swallows, not answering right away. He nods his head softly. "Alright. Yeah. We'll find a way to save you." He says.

Dean looks over at him, and then looks away nodding. He looks back at Sam, a little smile on his lips. "Okay, good."

Sam nods at him, reassuringly. Suddenly the scene goes into slowmotion and Dean looks to the side.

You can't escape me, Dean.

You're gonna die.

We see the scene of Dream Dean waking up again as a demon after being shot.

And this? this is what you're gonna become.

We see Dean, when he first snapped his fingers. His eyes are now black as night, he's a demon. He smiles and snaps his fingers and the screen goes black.