stood outside in the cold night. He turned to face the
back of a large house and saw orange and red flames
scatter up to the second story.
“Ha, ha, ha!”
Sam heard a group of guys laughing
and carrying on. He spun around but didn’t see
anyone. Then a girl screamed out of fear, out of pain.
Sam looked back at the white house. He could see flames
smoldering inside through the first floor window. He
heard the scream again but couldn’t see anyone
in the window. Maybe she was towards the front of the
house. Maybe she was on the second floor.
This time Sam clearly heard the voice.
It was close to him, and he was sure she was right inside
“Help me, please!”
Sam felt the room grow warmer, but
he didn’t wake. He rolled over in the bed instead.
Then he began to cough and woke up to see bright orange
light through the window. Eerie shapes of gold and orange
danced on the motel room walls as smoke drifted through
the air. “What’s going on—”
he began to ask himself when he heard a noise. A loud
sound entered the room, breaking, shattering, like the
sound of smashing glass……..exploding glass.
Sam stood up and glanced at Dean, who
was still asleep. Sam slipped on his shoes and walked
to the door. He reached for the doorknob but hesitated.
He could definitely feel heat coming through the door
and tapped the doorknob twice, checking its temperature.
It was warm but not too hot to touch, so Sam twisted
and pulled the door open. A wave of heat rushed over
him and into the room. Sam looked out at the blazing
fire briefly and then brought his arm up across his
face, shielding himself from the flames’ intensity.
He heard screaming, a girl screaming, and moved his
arm down to see if anyone was out there. Sam shook his
head. It couldn’t be. “Jess?” He whispered
the question, not able to summon her name louder.
Sam saw a large face in the flames,
vague and undistinguished. Somehow, though, he knew
it was Jessica. The screaming had grown quiet and now
he heard a series of whispers.
“Why, Sam? What happened? Why?”
The face swirled away from him and
back into the fire. Sam watched as it faded.
After Sam wiped a tear from his eye
with the back of his sleeve, he saw a glowing mass in
the distance coming towards him. The ball of fire spun
faster and grew brighter as wind whipped around him.
Sam slammed the door shut and turned back towards the
He ran to Dean’s bed and shook
him. “Dean, get up!” Dean murmured and swatted
the air with his hand. “Come on, wake up!”
Sam shouted. He pulled the bed covers off of Dean, and
again Dean swatted at the air.
“Just a couple more minutes,
Sam gasped as the wall cracked in front
of him. “Dean!” Sam bent and covered Dean’s
body with his own as the window shattered and the door
“Dean! Dean!” Sam twisted
his body under the covers.
“Sam, I’m here.”
Dean stood over Sam with a hand on his shoulder. “Sammy,
Sam opened his eyes and gasped. He
sat up in bed and looked at Dean.
“It’s okay,” Dean
said. “You were having another nightmare.”
Sam scratched his head. “Nightmare?”
sat on the other bed and faced Sam. He bent forward
with his elbows in his lap. “Dude, it better be
good. You got me up at 3 a.m.”
Sam took a breath.
“Dream or vision?” Dean
Sam thought for a moment. “Both,
maybe. I sort of had a double dream. I saw a girl in
a burning house and then I woke up in my dream. We were
in a hotel room and there was a fire outside.”
“Wait, back up a minute. The
girl in the burning house, was that a vision?”
Sam rubbed the back of his neck. “I
don’t know. I mean, it didn’t feel like
other visions I’ve had. I don’t think it’s
something that’s going to happen soon. I think-”
He glanced at Dean and then looked to the floor without
finishing his sentence.
“What?” Dean asked.
“I-I think it’s something
that already happened in the past.”
“You’re having visions
of the past again?”
Sam shrugged. “I don’t
know. I mean, it felt different. Real, but not like
my other visions. I just have this feeling that it already
Dean shook his head. “Just tell
me there weren’t any U-Boats or crazy sea captains.”
Sam chuckled. “No, none of that.”
He narrowed his eyes. “A lot of fire, though.”
Dean looked up. “Well, we can
deal with fire. What happened in the second part of
“We were in a motel room-”
I don’t know where it was. I woke up and there
was a huge fire outside with explosions. I opened the
door and saw……” Sam debated how much
he should tell Dean. Skip Jess for now, he
thought. “I saw a huge ball of fire coming towards
me. I slammed the door shut and then tried to wake you
up. Whatever was coming shattered the window and the
door. That’s when I woke up.” Sam shrugged
“Hmm, so do you think that was
Sam shook his head. “No, that
was a dream, intense nightmare.”
“Yeah.” Sam smirked a little.
“And I really hope so, anyway. We were both about
to die when I woke up.”
Dean grinned, shook his head, and continued,
“Okay, so you had one possible vision and a dream.
Both about fire.”
Sam nodded his head.
“You’ve been having nightmares
about fire for the past two weeks,” Dean said.
“Yeah, I know.” Sam rubbed
his forehead with his fingers.
Dean stood up and paced the room.
“What’s it mean?”
Dean paused in front of the window
and crossed his arms over his chest. He looked out into
the clear night. “I don’t know, Sam. Maybe
Sam didn’t mention that Jess
was in his dream, something that hadn’t happened
in a few months. He didn’t describe how he felt
when he saw the girl’s house on fire. He didn’t
say anything about the feeling he woke up with daily
for the last week, like something horrible was going
to happen. Dean would say it was nothing to worry about.
Horrible was a fact of their lives and they were always
around bad things that happened. They were hunters,
Dean’s cell phone rang, and he
walked to the nightstand to check it. “Text message,”
he told Sam.
“What’s it say?”
“Who’s that?” Sam
“Don’t know. We’ll
have to check it out in the morning. I need a few more
hours to snooze first.”
Dean opened his eyes and heard clicking….typing.
He glanced at the alarm clock, and it displayed 8:30
a.m. “Fair enough,” he said to himself.
He sat up in bed and saw Sam sitting at the kitchenette
table in front of his laptop. “How long have you
been up?” Dean asked as he ran his hand over his
glanced up at Dean and slightly shook his head.
“Never went back to sleep?”
“Nope.” Sam hit a few keys
and then leaned down to read the screen.
Dean nodded. He stood up and walked
towards the table. “What are you looking at? Find
out anything about Kurt Rogers?”
Sam looked up. “Yeah. Twenty-five
years old. He died in a fire last week.”
“Fire, hmm.” Dean leaned
on Sam’s chair and read the obituary. “What
caused it?” He moved his eyes down the screen.
Sam shook his head. “The police
don’t know. It was only in his room.”
“Well, we should go check it
out. Where’d he live?” Dean walked around
the table and faced Sam.
Sam rubbed his eye with one hand. “Uh,
Dean squinted his eyes and grinned.
“Epsom? Like the salt?”
Sam smirked. “Yeah, but the town.”
“Nice name.” Dean reached
across the table and picked up a map. “So how
far is that from here?” He unfolded the map on
the table, glanced at it, and looked over at Sam. “You
already have it marked. Man, you really didn’t
go to sleep.”
Sam furrowed his eyebrows. “No,
I didn’t.” He closed his laptop and looked
up at Dean. “It’ll take us about four hours
to get there, so we should get going.”
shifted his glance from the road for a moment. He looked
over at Sam sleeping and sighed. Sam hadn’t been
sleeping much at all in the past week, but Dean was
glad his brother could sleep on the road. Sitting in
the Impala wasn’t the most comfortable way to
rest, but Sam seemed to prefer it.
Sam stood behind the white house again. Flames licked
the building’s exterior as they turned orange
and then brighter, red. He turned to see a young man,
maybe of high school age, run towards the house. Sam
jogged around to the front. The boy ran up the front
steps and banged on the door. He knocked harder and
shouted. “Emily! Emily, can you hear me?”
He hit his fist against the door and leaned against
it out of desperation. “Emily!”
turned around as he heard sirens approaching. Fire trucks
pushed into the front lawn and firemen jumped off, rushing
to the back of the house with hoses.
Emily!” The boy continued to shout the name, now
nearly in tears. He banged on the door again and took
a step back to look up at the house.
of the firemen walked up to him and put a hand on his
shoulder. “Come on, son,” the fireman said.
“We need you to clear away from the house.”
boy looked up at the fireman and then pointed at the
front door. “But she’s in there! Someone
needs to save her!”
fireman turned the boy and faced him. “Okay, okay.
We’ll get to her. Come on, off the porch.”
boy wiped his hand across his nose and followed the
fireman back to the truck. He still watched the house,
the black smoke rising from the back. He shifted his
weight from foot to foot and glanced at the firemen.
All of them were towards the back of the house. He had
a clear run to the front door, if he dared to take it.
He looked at the door again, and his eyes darted once
more to the other men. The boy shook his head, took
a breath, and ran back up to the house. He kicked down
the front door and jumped inside, moving his arm up
to shield his eyes. “Emily!”
Sam jumped in his seat, and Dean glanced over. “Hey,
you okay, Sammy?”
Sam looked out the window and over
at Dean. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. “Yeah,
another nightmare. Where are we?”
Dean pointed out the windshield to
the right side of the road. “I was just about
to wake you up.”
Sam read the sign, “Welcome to
Epsom, Indiana.” He cleared his throat. “We
should probably check out his house first, and maybe
we can find someone who knew Kurt.”
Dean nodded. A few minutes later, they
were downtown. Epsom was a relatively small city; definitely
no bustling metropolis. He pulled along the sidewalk
near a phone booth. Sam got out first, and Dean followed
picked up a phone book and flipped through the white
pages. “Rogers…..Rogers…..Kurt Rogers….”
he said to himself as he scanned the names. “Here
it is.” Sam held his index finger at the entry.
“Apartment 3C, 275 East Folly Road…now,
we just need to know where that is…..”
Dean turned around and looked up and
down the street. It was late afternoon, and a few people
walked outside. “Hmm. Any maps or directories
in there?” He turned back to Sam.
Sam glanced up for a moment. “Yeah,
already there.” He moved his finger along the
map. “Okay, here’s Folly Road. We’re
“Right.” Sam turned the
book so Dean could see the map too. He moved his finger
along the page as he spoke. “We have to go to
the end of this block, make a right, go about a mile
and a half, and make a left.”
Dean looked down the street. “Okay,
that’s not far.”
Sam nodded. He closed the phonebook
and placed it back on its shelf. Dean walked back towards
the Impala and tossed his keys in the air on the way.
He caught them and grinned. “Time to find out
if there’s anything weird about Kurt.”
Less than ten minutes later, Dean slowed
the Impala in front of the apartment complex. Dean parked
the car and reached over Sam to get to the glove compartment.
He opened it and grabbed two police badgers. He gave
one to Sam and stepped out of the car. When Sam got
out and closed the passenger door, Dean said, “Let’s
see what’s happening in Epsom. After you, officer.”
Sam grinned and walked ahead to the
apartment building. They walked up to 3C and Sam knocked
on the door. Dean turned around briefly to look at the
A young woman answered with dark hair
and eyes. “Hi, can I help you?” she asked
from the half-opened door.
Sam nodded. “Hi, did Kurt Rogers
“Yes,” the woman replied
Dean turned to face her. “Ma’am,
I’m Officer McCoy.” He nodded towards Sam.
“And this is Officer Spock. We’d like to
ask you a few questions about the accident.”
The woman wouldn’t open the door
any farther. “I’ve already talked to the
police about it.”
Sam nodded. “We know. We’re
just doing a follow-up, checking facts. It’ll
only take a few minutes.”
The woman hesitated but then fully
opened the door and gestured for them to enter.
Dean stepped in first. After she closed
the door behind them, Dean said, “Okay, so you’re…”
“Tracy Hamilton,” the woman
replied. “Kurt’s girlfriend.”
Dean nodded. “How long were you
“About five months.”
walked around the apartment, checking the walls and
ceilings. “Where were you during the fire?”
He turned around to face Tracy.
“I was working the night shift
at my job. I came home at about 3 a.m. and saw an ambulance
and fire trucks outside. Then I found out that the fire
was in our apartment—actually, just in the bedroom—and
Kurt had died in it.”
“I’m sorry,” Sam
Tracy nodded. “Thank you.”
Sam stood in front of the bedroom door
with police tape stretched across it. “You said
the fire was only in the bedroom?”
Tracy took a step towards him. “Yeah,
that’s what a firefighter told me. You can see
there’s no damage outside the room.” She
gestured to the rest of the apartment.
“Yeah,” Dean said, moving
to face her again. “Do you know what caused it?”
“No.” Tracy shook her head.
“They didn’t find a cause. I don’t
know, it’s really weird.”
Sam nodded. “It’s hard
to lose someone and not have all the answers.”
Tracy looked at him and sighed. “But
that’s not even the weirdest part.”
“What do you mean?” Sam
furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head to one side.
“Kurt had dreams about fire for
the past week, like, really intense dreams.”
Dean glanced at Sam, and when he made
eye contact, Sam slightly shrugged his shoulders.
Tracy continued, “He’d
wake up in the middle of the night and think he was
on fire and that the room was burning.” She looked
at Dean. “I’m sorry, this must sound crazy.
But it’s true. He was creeping me out. It was
like…” She looked at both of them now. “He
knew what was coming.”
Dean nodded as he checked his watch.
“Well, thank you for your time. My partner and
I should be getting back to the station.”
Tracy stood up a little straighter.
“You’re welcome. I should start getting
ready for work anyway.”
Sam shot Dean a glance as they walked
towards the door. He turned back to Tracy. “Again,
sorry for your loss.”
She nodded as she closed the door behind
After Dean pulled out of the parking space, Sam sighed
and looked out the window.
Dean stole a glance over at Sam. “What
Sam shook his head but didn’t
move his gaze. “I just hate playing this game
all the time. We go in for the facts and don’t
pay any attention to the people. I mean, she just lost
Dean took a breath as he stopped at
a traffic light. “Look, we can’t spend a
lot of time with all the people we help. We come and
fight off the bad thing and move on. That’s how
it has to be.”
Sam breathed out through his nose and
turned towards Dean. “I know. I just wish that
sometimes we could do more…”
Dean focused on the road ahead of them.
“Sometimes I do too, dude.”
Sam and Dean checked into a hotel room, Dean lay on
the bed and watched TV while Sam did more research on
his laptop. Dean held the remote in his hand lazily
as he flipped through the channels. He glanced over
at Sam. “Find anything interesting?”
Sam didn’t move his eyes from
the computer screen. “Well, Tracy mentioned that
Kurt had dreams that he was on fire for the past week.”
“Yeah.” Dean shut off the
TV and sat up on the bed.
“So I’ve been looking for
any information on that, if anyone else has reported
Dean squinted his eyes and scoffed.
“That’s pretty random to research. Get anywhere?”
Sam clicked and then typed a few words
on the laptop before looking up at Dean. “Yeah,
actually. Plenty of people wake up in the middle of
the night and think they’re on fire.”
“Really?” Dean stood up
and walked next to Sam. Dean looked over Sam’s
shoulder at the screen.
Sam sat back in his chair. “They’re
called phantom fires, and the people really do feel
like they’re burning. There have been reports
from men, women, even kids sometimes.”
“Have any of them died in a fire
a couple of days later?” Dean scratched the back
of his neck as he continued reading the article.
Sam shook his head. “I haven’t
found any. Most of them find out that the house they
live in burnt down before, or someone that lived there
before died in a fire. The dreams are sort of like a
connection to someone else.”
“But Kurt’s situation is
different.” Dean thought for a moment. “Well,
I guess if someone went through the same thing as Kurt,
they wouldn’t exactly be able to report it, would
they?” Sam looked up at Dean, and Dean grinned.
“They’d be dead.”
Sam grinned and shook his head. “Ha
ha.” He closed the laptop. “What time is
it?” He glanced up at Dean.
Dean nodded. “Oh, right, Tracy’s
apartment.” He checked his watch. “Seven
thirty. Yeah, we should get over there.”
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