THESE MIGRAINES ARE

AREN'T MIGRAINES

man drives down the street, into his garage and turns off the engine. A close up of the Michigan number plate. The garage door starts winding down by itself and he looks at it, confused.

His car doors then self lock. He struggles but cannot open them. The ignition key turns by itself and the engine starts.

Exhaust smoke begins filling the garage. The man struggles to turn off the engine to no avail. The radio flicks on. The man begins to cough.

"Help. Somebody help me!" He yells. By now the smoke is very thick and he keels over, unconcious.

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am starts up from his bed, suddenly wide awake. He looks across to where Dean is sleeping peacefully.?Elena gets up too, having the same dream because of their connection. They look at each other before Sam sits for a moment, then moves into action, flipping on the light switch and shaking his brother.

"Dean. Dean." Sam says.

The moment Dean stirs, Sam rises and starts gathering his things. Dean rubs his eyes. "What are you doing man, it's the middle of the night." He raises himself on his elbows.

Elena gets up and packs up. "We have to go." She says.

Dean is immediately alert but not alarmed. "What's happening?" He asks.

"We have to go. Right now." Sam grabs his bag and walks out.

Elena leaves after Sam and Dean rolls his eyes. "Great, I'm surrounded by nut jobs." He says and follows.

n the Impala, Dean is driving, Sam is on the phone. He reads from a Michigan State Police ID. "McReady. Detective McReady. Badge number 158. I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two door sedan, Michigan licence plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven. Yeah ok, just hurry." He says.

"Sammy relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare." Dean says.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam says.

"I mean it. Y'know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. This licence plate, it won't check out. You'll see." Dean says.

Elena shakes her head. "It felt different Dean. Real." She says.

"Like when I dreamt about our old house. And Jessica." Sam says and Elena nods.

"Yeah, that makes sense. You're dreaming about our house, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?" Dean asks.

"No."

Dean turns to Sam. "No. Exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan." He says.

"I don't know." Sam says.

"Me neither."

Sam speaks into the phone. "Yes I'm here." He listens, glares at Dean, then picks up his pen. "Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address? Got it. Thanks." He hangs up phone. "Checks out. How far are we?"

"From Saginaw? Coupla hours." Dean says.

"Drive faster." Elena says.

Once at Jim Miller's house, The Impala cruises to a stop, the boys see the Emergency vehicles and someone on a stretcher being zipped into a body bag. They all turn to each other in the car, Dean concerned, Sam and Elena upset.

Dean approaches the watching crowd. "What happened?" He asks a woman.

"Suicide. Can't believe it." She answers.

Sam and Elena come up behind and stands on the woman's other side. "Did you know them?" Sam asks.

"Saw him in every Sunday at St Augustines. He always seems...seemed, so normal. I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors." The Woman says.

Dean stares straight ahead. "Guess not." He says.

"How did...ahh. How are they saying it happened?" Elena asks.

"I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running." She asks.

"Do you know about what time they found him?" Sam questions.

"Oh it just happened about an hour or two ago. His poor family. I can't even imagine what they're going through."

A woman stands on the front step of the house, crying and leaning against a middle aged man. A young man stands behind them, looking distraught. Sam watches, grimacing, them turns to walk away.

Dean notices and follows him back to lean against the Impala's bonnet. "Sam we got here as fast we we could." He says.

"Not fast enough. It doesn't make any sense man. Why would I even have these premonitions if there wasn't a chance I could stop them from happening?" Sam asks.

"I dunno." Dean says.

Elena shakes her head and sighs. "So what do you think killed him?" She asks.

"Maybe the guy just killed himself? Maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all." Dean says.

Sam shakes his head also. "I'm telling you, I watched it happen. He was murdered by something Dean. I watched it trap him in the garage." He says.

"Sam here." Elena says.

"What was it, a spirit, poltergeist, what?" Dean asks.

Sam gets a little worked up. "I don't know what it was. I don't know why I'm having these dreams, I don't know what the hell is happening Dean." He says. Dean stares at Sam for a long moment. "What."

Dean shrugs. "Nothing. I'm just, I'm worried about you man." He admits.

"Well, don't look at me like that!" Sam yells.

Dean looks away. "I'm not looking at you like anything."

"Yes you are." Elena says.

"Shut up." Dean says and glances back. "Though I gotta say, you guys do look like crap."

"Nice. Thanks." Sam says.

"But I gotta say, why is happening to both of you guys?" Dean asks. "That doesn't strike you as weird?"

"Maybe we're connected." Sam says. "What if that's why she's here?"

"But why?" Elena asks.

Dean moves to open the car door. "Come on, lets just pick this up in the morning. We'll check out the house, talk to the family."

"Dean, you saw them, they're devastated They're not going to want to talk to us." Sam says.

Dean thinks. "Yeah you're right. But I think I know who they will talk to.

"Who?" Sam asks and Dean smirks.

he next day, Dean's hand, wearing his silver ring, reaches out to a doorbell. Cut to close up of Sam's face, his hair slicked back neatly. "This has gotta be a whole new low for us." He says.

Dean turns to smirk at Sam, then looks back at the door. The Man comforting Ms. Miller on the step the night before opens the door. We see Sam and Dean are dressed as priests in black suits and Elena a Nun.

"Hello, we're here on behalf of Mr Miller." Elena says. "May we come in?"

The man nods. "Thanks." Dean says and they all enter the house.

"We're very sorry for your loss." Sam says.

"It's in difficult times like these when the Lord's guidance is most needed." Dean says.

"Look, you wanna pitch your whole 'Lord has a plan' thing? Fine. Just don't pitch it to me. My brother's dead." Elena's fake smile falters.

Ms. Miller appears. "Roger. Please!" She yells. Roger moves away.

"Excuse me." He says.

When he's gone, Mrs Miller ushers them further into the house. "I'm sorry about my brother in law. He's...he's just so upset about Jim's death. Would you like some coffee?" She asks.

"That would be great." Dean says.

Later, Dean is on the lounge, Sam in an armchair. Elena sits down next to Dean. Ms. Miller pours coffee and hands it around. "It was wonderful of you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now." She says.

"Of course. After all we are all God's children." Dean says.

She walks away and Dean immediately takes more cocktail sausages from the coffee table. Chewing contentedly, he looks at Sam shaking his head.

"What?" Dean asks.

"Just...tone it down a little bit, Father." Sam says.

Ms. Miller returns. "So Ms Miller, did you husband have a history of depression?" Elena asks.

"Nothing like that." Ms Miller begins to be upset. "We had our ups and downs like everyone but we were happy. I just don't understand...how Jim could do something like this."

"I'm so sorry you had to find him like that." Sam says.

Gesturing behind her, Ms Miller speaks. "Actually, our son Max, he was the one who found him."

Sam looks through the doors into the dining room and sees Max sitting in the corner, staring into space. "Do you mind if maybe, I go talk to him?" He asks.

"Oh thank you Father." She says.

Sam approaches Max in the other room. "Max? Hey, I'm Sam."

Back in the other room, Dean and Elena are still talking to Ms Miller. "Ms Miller you have a lovely home. How long have you lived here?" Dean asks.

"We moved in about five years ago." She answers.

"The only problem with these old houses. I bet you have all kind of headaches." Dean says.

Ms. Miller is confused. "Like what?" She asks.

"Well, weird leaks, electrical shortages, odd settling noises at night. That kind of thing." Dean asks.

"No, nothing like that. It's been perfect." She says.

"Huh. May I use your restroom." Dean asks.

Ms. Miller smiles. "Oh sure, it's just up the stairs."

Dean rises, taking another cocktail sausage. Elena just sits there with her fingers laced together, smiling.

"So what was your Dad like?" Sam asks back in the other room.

"Just a normal Dad." Max responds.

"Yeah. You live at home now?" Sam asks.

"Yeah. Trying to save up for school but it's hard."

Sam nods. "So when you found your dad..."

"I woke up, I heard the engine running." Max says and there's a long pause. "I don't know why he did it."

"I know it's rough, losing a parent. Especially when you don't have all the answers."

Upstairs, Dean enters the hallway. Checking the coast is clear, he pulls an infer-red thermal scanner from his pocket and turns it on, shining it into rooms as he passes. As he reaches the end of the hall he hears footsteps coming up the stairs and hastily hides the scanner.

Sam and Elena appear. "Anything?" Sam asks.

"Zip." They move back down the stairs together.

ean is cleaning his weapons and Elena helps...sort of. He wouldn't let her touch anything. Sam had went to the library to look up anything about the Miller house. Hours later, Sam enters. "What do you have?" Dean asks.

"A whole lotta nothing. Nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built." Sam says.

"What about the land?" Elena asks.

Sam sinks onto his bed. "No grave yards, battle fields, tribal lands or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property." He says.

"Hey man I told you, I searched that house up and down. No cold spots, sulfer scent. Nada." Dean says.

"And the family said everything was normal?" Sam asks.

Dean moves about the room. "Well, if there was a demon or poltergiest in there you think somebody would have noticed something? I used the infer-red thermal scanner man, and there was nothing."

"So what, you think Jim Miller killed himself and my dream was just some sorta freakish coincidence?" Sam asks.

"I dunno. I'm pretty sure there's nothing supernatural about that house." Dean says.

Sam rubs his temples. "Yeah. Well, maybe it has nothing to do with the house." He takes a deep breath, holding his head. "Maybe it's just...Gosh...maybe it's connected to Jim in some other way?"

"What's wrong with you?" Dean asks.

Sam begins making anguished noises and sinking from the bed to crouch on the floor. "Ahh. My head." He says.

Elena falls to the ground, her eyes turning a marble white. "What the hell?" Dean backs away from her.

"Sam? Hey," He crouches and grabs Sam's arms. "Hey! What's going on? Talk to me."

Sam stares at Dean. Suddenly Sam flashes out of the motel room and is a fly on the wall, watching Roger enter his kitchen with groceries.

He notices the window is open and closes and locks it. When he returns to unpacking the lock moves by itself and the window slides open again. Roger is confused. He attempts to close it but it sticks. He leans out, twisting to look up at the top of the window. The window slides closed, decapitating him. Blood gushes up over the window.

Sam focuses back to Dean in the motel room. "It's happening again. Something's gunna kill Roger Miller."