Lincoln, Nebraska

Sam woke up from the dream soundlessly, his eyes had merely opened, yet he frowned in confusion. It had been a strange dream and he couldn't immediately make sense of it. The only thing he was sure of was that it was trying to warn him about something, or rather, about someone. He wasn't sure if the girl in the dream had really been her. He hadn't seen her face, only heard her voice, but it was familiar and unmistakable.

He sat up slowly on the bed and turned to his brother. Dean was sleeping soundly on the bed across from his. He wondered why she'd popped into his head. He would have dismissed it as nothing, but after the events of Bloody Mary and the realisation that perhaps his dreams were more than just that, but rather potential premonitions, he figured it was probably sensible to acknowledge them as such and tell Dean about it.

"Do you always watch me sleep? Cause I gotta tell ya, it's really creepy" He hadn't even realised Dean had woken up until he heard his groggy voice from across the room. He focused his eyes, noticing Dean was watching him curiously "Nightmare?"

Sam shook his head "I had a dream" He said blankly "It was…strange"

"About what?" Dean asked now also sitting up in bed. He too had now started to place more weight on the significance of his younger brother's dreams.

"Not what. Who" He got up from the bed and walked over to the small desk near the window of their motel room. He picked up Dean's cell phone and scrolled through his contacts.

"Jessica?" Dean asked sympathetically, knowing his brother was still reeling from the death of his girlfriend.

Sam took a deep breath and hesitated to answer. How to tell him? How to tell him? He decided to just spit it out and watch his reaction "Isabel"

Dean's face paled "Isabel?" He asked with a frown on his face "Our Isabel?"

Sam nodded and resisted the urge to ask his brother just how many women called Isabel he knew "Yeah, I think something's gonna happen"

"Something like what?" Dean asked standing up and walking over to his brother, his voice now concerned instead of curious "Like mom? Like Jessica?"

Sam shook his head "No, nothing like that" He said watching his brother's relieved face "But something. I don't know, I couldn't really make sense of it, it was just… a feeling"

"You saw her in your dream?"

"No, I heard her voice. I'm sure it was her" He found what he was looking for and held up the phone for Dean to see "You have her number on your phone?"

Dean faltered. He wondered if Sam would ever find it "Yeah but...I've never called it"

"Maybe now would be the time to" Sam suggested.

"And say what?" Dean snapped back "We haven't seen her in years. What would we say? And what exactly makes you think she'll even talk to us?"

Sam looked at the phone screen, with Isabel's number glowing brightly at him. All he had to do was press call. It was that easy. But Dean was right, what would he say? He flipped the phone shut and let out a deep breath of frustration.

He pulled out the laptop from his satchel and plugged it in, conscious of Dean standing right next to him watching closely.

"Illinois?" Sam asked Dean.

"Belleville" Dean said as Sam started searching for headlines and news reports in Isabel's area "Southern Illinois. In St Claire County, I think"

Sam pursed his lips as he found something. He turned the laptop around so his brother could see it clearly and watched his expression.

"Fifth local girl disappears without a trace" Dean read out loud from the webpage for a local newspaper. He continued to read "It's not Isabel"

"Not this one" Sam said.

"But maybe the next" Dean nodded, now tying up Sam's dream with the disappearances "Think she may be the sixth?"

"Or seventh, or eighth" Sam continued, watching his brother "It doesn't matter, we need to warn her"

"Sam, I really don't think she'll talk to us. I'll bet anything she hangs up on us the minute she recognises either of our voices"

Sam swallowed, knowing he would now have to suggest something Dean would not in a million years want to do "I know…I think we should drop by"

Dean let out a laugh "Drop by? Are you serious?" His expression sobered as he realised Sam was serious "Do I have to remind you that she hates me with a passion? And I don't think she's too crazy about you either?"

Sam ran a hand through his face, aware his brother had a valid point "I know. But I really think we should" He flipped the phone open again with the intention of calling her.

Dean saw this and snatched the phone from Sam, flipping it shut. Sam looked at him questioningly "Fine, we'll go" Dean said finally "But we're not calling her. It'll take us three days to drive to Illinois. That's plenty of time for her flee before we get there. No head's up"

Sam rolled his eyes but accepted Dean's suggestion as a good one "OK, but we leave now"