As the black 1967 Chevrolet Impala moved down the road of a quiet neighbourhood, Sam Winchester was busy looking out of the window as he took in the many houses, trees and other things that passed him by. Dean, his older brother, was the one driving as usual. The two of them had just recently finished a case in which the pair of them had to deal with the legend of the Hook Man, they had dealt with this by coating the bones in salt, burning them and melting the necklace of a girl name Lori Sorenson as the necklace was originally a hook owned by a man named Jacob Karns.

As Dean continued driving, Sam was still looking out of the window. It was odd for Sam to be this silent, usually he would be talking about their dad or a case. Hell, Dean was silently hoping his younger brother would talk about some kind of lore just to stop it from being so quiet. "You good?" He grunted.

"I'm fine, Dean." Muttered Sam, he let out a sigh before expanding on what he meant knowing that Dean would probably try get the answer out of him. "Just tired of getting one step closer to dad only for him to not be there."

"We'll find him, Sammy." Promised the older brother.

As Dean drove on, Sam's head jerked to the side and he heard Dean say his name though he did not respond, the pain being too great for him to even speak. Immediantly, Dean parked the car and he looked at his brother with concern.

"Sammy?!"

The pain soon came to a halt and Sam's breathing becoming heavier, his chest rising and falling as he caught his bearings. "Another vision...but I don't get it, it's of the same person and it has been for the last week." He admitted turning to Dean. "I don't get why but it's been the same person in the exact same situation and we need to get to them before something happens..."

Once he confirmed that Sam seemed to be alright, he began driving again. "We know 'em?" Dean asked gruffly.

"No..." Sam sighed as he looked out of the window again, his line of sight locked onto a sign. "But we're close." He muttered as the car finally came to a stop just outside a row of a few houses. As Dean got out of the driver's seat, Sam followed and he glanced around trying to determine which of the houses was a direct match and was like the one he had been envisioning. "We're here." He declared firmly.

Dean close his door and looked over to Sam, he had his eyebrows raised ever so slightly and was now leaning against the car, he felt like they were perhaps rushing into this as it would look weird for two guys to suddenly show up at a stranger's house. "Sammy, you even know what you're gonna say? I mean if we don't know this person, they won't exactly be willing to talk to two random guys who just showed up in a cool car..." He trailed on though Sam was clearly thinking but even deep in thought, he could hear Dean say something like 'Ain't that right, Baby?" as well as a gently pat on the hood of the Impala.

"We don't have to go over the top...no reason to say we're Homeland Security..." It was clear that Sam had been going through every possible scenario he could think of as to not cause a panic when you did open the door to greet them. "Could just say we're doing a piece and going around the neighbourhood for people's opinions?" He suggested finally coming to a good enough idea.

Dean stood up and nodded. "Should work." He mumbled as he and Sam made their way over to your front door. Sam had one look around the area as if seeing if there were signs of anyone in the house though he did not have a lot of time as the door swung open and they you were, the person Sam had been seeing in his mind for a week. Instead of the confusion he was expecting to see, you had that look on your face that looked relieved to see the Winchesters as if you knew they were coming,

"We-" But before he could explain, Sam was cut off by you urging the two of them into the house and they did. Inside, Dean was the first to speak up.

"You expecting us or something?" Came his question.

Then it dawned on him. "You knew we were coming..." Came Sam's reply and you just nodded.