"Now Leila, hurry! We have to get rid of him! He can't be trusted!" Weeping filled the air of a very cluttered room, what seemed to be a warehouse by the looks of it.

"No! You stay away from him! You're just jealous that he chose me and not you!" Slowly faces came in to focus, revealing two women arguing, and one towering over the other.

"You're being ridiculous, I told you what's going on, what's been going on. Why are you trusting someone you just met over your own sister?" The young woman on the ground appeared to be very beat up, her short blonde hair matted to her face with blood.

"He's mine, and you're not gonna take him away from me!" The other woman seemed nearly as beat up, but she held her ground over the other. Her whole body seemed to be shaking with rage, her brown hair frizzed up as if a current had run through her.

"Hey now, I'm not going anywhere." Dean's voice echoed around the room as he slowly moved in to the light. But there was something wrong with him.

"Leila, that's not Dean! How many times do I have to tell you? That's his-" the blonde was suddenly thrown across the room and against the wall. Her head bounced against the concrete before she slumped down on the ground.

"Nice try, Luce, but that's not going to work! I've had enough of your stupid mind games!" The brunette's eyes looked nearly black, her anger was boiling over.

The nearly lifeless girl began coughing roughly, blood splattering out. Her eyes fluttered and her head drooped. Life was being sucked, ripped out of her body.

Dean put his arm around the other, "You've got this baby, finish her, and we can be together forever."

Sam Winchester woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. His brother, Dean, was still asleep in the bed next to his. His head was pounding; it felt as though it was seconds away from exploding.

"Not again," he sighed.

Dean grumbled something unintelligible and rolled over. Sam sat up and threw the blankets off himself, the cool motel air hit his legs like little needles prickling every inch of his skin; he checked the wall clock, it was three in the morning. The thought of watching the girl in his dream die again turned his stomach; his dreams were steadily becoming more and more vivid, much to his chagrin. With a grunt, he forced himself out of his bed and trudged over to the bathroom, thinking that, if anything, a shower should suffice to help.

Without waiting for the water to warm, Sam stepped into the shower and let the cool water hit his face. Flashes of the bloodied up woman kept running through his mind. But something about this one seemed off, especially with Dean being a part of it. They're efforts to be proactive with his visions hadn't worked out to date, but maybe this time they'd get lucky. First they'd have to know where to go though, and that wouldn't be an easy feat.

Sam stayed in the shower til the hot water ran cold. He stepped out in to the harsh cold, feeling that needle sensation all over again. He quickly dried and dressed for the day; when he reentered the room, Dean was still fast asleep. Sam took this opportunity to start on some research; there had to be a way for him to figure out his dream.

As much as it pained him, he had to recall his nightmare; he knew they mentioned names, but he couldn't remember them at this point, he'd spent too much time trying to forget.

"Lily? Lexie? Delilah? Leila?" Sam stopped on the last one, "Leila… that sounds right."

He pulled out his laptop and connected to the internet, staring at the search engine. There had to be a million Leila's in the world, how was he supposed to track one down just by a first name. Maybe if he could remember the other girls name he could find them.

He sat back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. Just as he began to recall his dream, something across the room started to buzz. He reached over to his bed and grabbed his pillow, fluffing it a bit before throwing it at Dean's head.

Dean grunted and rolled over. Sam picked up another pillow and threw it harder than the first, hitting Dean square in the back of his head.

"What?" Dean yelled, sitting up slightly.

"Check your phone," Sam said. "I heard it buzz."

"Bitch…" Dean mumbled as he got up to grab his phone. "It's dad."

"How do you know?" Sam sighed as he watched Dean rush around the room to get dressed.

"Restricted callback number and extremely vague text. It's his usual MO."

"What's it say?"

"Vegas."

"Huh, I bet you're excited, we finally have a hunt in Vegas."

"Sammy, right now all I care about is finding dad." Dean put his jacket on and stopped for a minute, smirking, "Okay, this is pretty exciting."