It started the way it always did. A headache that built slow behind his eyes, pressure that blurred the edges of everything until Sam had to grip the edge of the sink just to stay upright.

But this time, there was no blood. No screaming. No shadow of something waiting to kill him.

Just… warmth.

He saw sunlight, soft and gold, pouring through kitchen curtains. A mug in his hand, chipped at the rim. Bare feet padding across old tile. Laughter from someone he didn’t know.

A woman.

Her hair brushed his arm as she passed, humming under her breath. The sound curled through his chest in a way that hurt, but not like the other visions had. This one didn’t claw. It ached.

Weeks went by. The visions kept coming. Always the same woman, the same smile, the same voice saying his name like it meant something. He’d see flashes of her kneeling in a garden, handing him coffee on a quiet morning, tracing her fingers over the edge of a book while sunlight poured across their kitchen table.

Then one day, it wasn’t a vision.

They were in Colorado, working a haunting near a lake house. Dean was talking to the sheriff when Sam froze, eyes catching on someone across the street.

You.

The same face that had haunted his mind for months.

You were standing outside the diner when he finally worked up the nerve to cross the street. The air was cool, faint smell of rain coming, your hair catching a little in the wind.

“Hey,” he said, voice shakier than he meant it to be. “Sorry, uh… this is gonna sound strange, but… have we met before?”