I rouse from my slumber as someone shakes me. I sit up, rubbing at my eye as Dean sits up. "Sammy... it's the middle of the night..." I whine tiredly, pushing out my lower lip.

"What's happening?" Dean asked. He chuckled as I flopped back down onto my stomach, moaning out in anguish. I wanted to go back to sleep.

"We have to go! Right now!" Sam said urgently, tearing the covers off of me, my ass being bitten by the cold. I cried out in shock.

A harsh slap was then issued to my bare ass after I felt Dean get up. "Come on, Lottie! Time to get up!" Dean urges softly, leaning down near my face. I smile shyly and bury my head back into my pillow for a second before getting up.

"Can't we leave when the suns up?" I moan, standing up and grabbing my bag. I step out of the motel room in just my shirt and get into the Impala, laying down in the backseat. The chilly air bit into my lower half as I dug out my blanket and curled up.

"What happened?" Dean asked as he started up the Impala, revving the engine.

"I had a nightmare." Sam replied simply.

"A nightmare? About what?" I ask, sitting up and looking over at Sam.

"A man. He pulled into his garage; but when he tried to get out of the car, he couldn't. Something turned on the exhaust and he died." Sam explained, his voice tight.

Dean looked over, his eyes wide. "Was this another one of your freaky visions?" We both looked at Sam, cocking our heads. He didn't answer. Instead, he pulled out his cell and a Michigan state police ID from the glove box.

"I'm gonna see if I can find the car." He said as he dialed a number. I sighed and slipped into the front seat, laying my head on Dean's lap and stretching my legs out across Sam's lap. He grunted and lifted his arms and laid them across my legs. "Hello, I need some information.... Mcready. Detective Mcready. Badge number 158. I've got signal 481 in progress. I need the registration owner of a two door sedan, Michigan license plate Mary-Frank-Six-Zero-Three-Seven.... Yeah okay, just hurry." He held the phone away from his ear and sighed.

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

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"Dean's right. The plate won't check out, you'll see." I say gently. "Now shut it."

"It felt different, Lottie. Real. Like when I dreamt about my old house. And Jessica." Sam explained, his voice tense.

"Yeah, that makes sense. You're dreaming about our house, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?" Dean asked and looked over at Sam.

"No." He simply replied.

"No. Exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan." Dean exclaimed.

"I don't know." He replied bluntly. "Yes, I'm here." Sam spoke into his phone. He turned and glared at Dean then picked a pen and grabbed paper. "Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address?.... Got it. Thanks." Dean and I exchanged nervous looks as Sam hung up the phone. "Checks out." He sighed and looked at Dean. "How far are we?"

"From Saginaw?" I ask, sitting up. "Probably a couple of hours." I state.

It was silent for a second. "Drive faster." Sam commanded. I sighed out and laid back, wanting to get a few more hours of shut eye.

~*****~

The Impala came to a stop after a couple of hours. I sat up, rubbing my head with a yawn as we gazed at the emergency vehicles parked outside while the paramedics wheeled someone out on a stretcher. Dean and I turned t Sam, identical looks of concern across our faces as Sam's face contorted with grief.

"Sammy," I try, placing my hand on his shoulder.

"Let's find out what happened." Sam snapped, shrugging my hand off and exited the vehicle. Dean sighed and got out, holding the door open for me. I just gave him a look. I pulled the blanket off of my lap to show I saw indeed only in my underwear, so I wasn't leaving the vehicle. Dean smiled apologetically before following after his brother. I leaned into the backseat and started shuffling through my bag for my shorts and shoes to leave the Impala. Sam and Dean leaned against the hood of the car by the time I had clothes on.

"Sam, we got here as fast as we could," Dean tried saying, scooting over so I had space to sit.

"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 asked, looking at the two of us.

"I dunno," I answered, looking towards the house.

Sam sighed and shook his head. "So, what do you think killed him?"

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

"I'm telling you, I watched it happen. He was murdered by something, Dean. It trapped him in the garage."

"Did you see what did it? I mean, like a ghost or something?" I ask.

Sam looked down at me. "I don't know. I don't know why I'm having these dreams, I don't know what the hell is happening, guys," Dean and I stared at Sam for a moment. "What?"

Dean shrugged. "Nothing. I'm just worried about you, man."

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

"We're not, Sam," I snapped right back, glaring at him. "When's the last time you got some decent shut eye?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed out. "Last night, I guess." He answered.

"Well, let's all just pick this up in the morning. We'll check out the house, and talk to the family." I state, urging the boys to get into the car.

"Lottie, they're devastated. They're not going to want to talk to us." Sam reminded me.

Dean leaned against the open door and thought for a moment. "Yeah, you're right. But I think I know who they will talk to." He commented.

I cocked my head and stared at him. "Who?"

~*****~

My face felt like it had been soaked in pure lava as we walked up the pathway to the front door. Dean smirked back at me as I tried keeping my head down. He thought that if we were religious figures, they might open up to us. That, of course, meant Sam and Dean were priests, and little old, inked, rebellious, me, was a nun. How in hell was I supposed to pull this off? "You know, seeing you like this," I looked up at him, glaring. "Major turn-on." I took a swing at him as Sam started to laugh.

"She's also a virgin, so that pushes the fantasy along," Sam adds and Dean gets this look on his face that made me weak at the knees.

"Can we stop talking about Dean's terrible kinks for just a second?" I plead, wishing I could just run off. "This has to be a new low for us..." I moan.

The door opened a moment after Dean knocked. "Good afternoon. I'm Father Simmons, this is Father Freely, and Sister Maryjane. We're new junior priests and devoted nun over at St. Augustine's. May we come in?" Dean introduced. I kept my head down. We all entered the house, and I became even more mortified. People were scurrying around the house, offering comfort and bringing by food and kind words. "Thanks."

"We're sorry for your loss," I say politely.

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

"Look, you wanna pitch your whole, 'The Lord has a plan', thing? Fine? Just don't pitch it to me. My brothers dead." The man snapped.

"Roger, please," A voice called from behind us. We turned to see Mrs. Miller walking into the entryway with a tray in her arms, her face contorted with embarrassment.

"Excuse me," Roger left, so we turned our attention to Mrs. Miller.

"I'm sorry about my brother-in-law. He's.... He's just so upset about Jim's death." We nodded in understand. "Would you like some coffee?" She offered with a smile.

"That would be great," Dean answered. She led us to the lounge room. Dean and I sat on the couch while Sam went to the arm chair. Mrs. Miller poured some coffee and handed it around to us. I grasped the cup in my hands and wondered silently if nuns were even aloud to drink coffee. Is it lent? Oh god, what if I screw up?! I'm so going to get us kicked out or- "You like the coffee, sister?" I hear Dean ask lightly as stop panicking.

"O-Oh, uhm. Yes, Father." I chide softly, sipping the delicious brew.

"It was wonderful for you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now." Mrs. Miller thanked us.

"Of course. After all, we are all God's children," Dean said sarcastically, but thankfully, she didn't catch on. Mrs. Miller walked away and I took the opportunity to smack Dean in the leg. Dean just smirked and started horfing down hors d'oeurvre from the coffee table. I shot a look at Sam, shaking our heads lightly. "What?" Dean asks, his mouth full.

"Just.... tone it down a little, father." I snap, and then Mrs. Miller comes back and sits with us again.

"So, Mrs. Miller, did your husband have a history of depression?" Dean questioned, swallowing his mouth full.

"Nothing like that. We had our ups and down like everyone, but we were happy." Her voice began to break, and her eyes started to swell with tears. "I just don't understand.... how Jim could do something like this..." The tears started streaming down her cheeks.

Sam looked to us, concern etched into his features. "I'm so sorry you had to find him like that," Sam sighed.

She gestured behind her where a young man sat alone. Negative emotions rolled off of him, more than anyone here. I could see his pain in my minds eye. "Actually, our son Max, he was the one who found him."

"Do you mind if maybe, I go talk to him?" Sam asked hopefully.

"Oh, thank you, Father." Mrs. Miller looked over at him with appreciation. Sam returned her smile before making his way over to Max.

"Mrs. Miller, you have such a lovely home. How long have you lived here?" I ask.

"We moved in about five years ago."

"There's lots of problems with these old houses. I bet you have all kinds of headaches." Dean commented.

"Like what?" Mrs. Miller asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

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

"No, nothing like that. It's been perfect." I cocked my head slightly as her eyes started to cloud.

"Huh. May I use your restroom?" Dean asked suddenly. I gazed at him as he stood up and mentally cursed him for leaving me alone.

"Would you like anything else, Sister?" Mrs. Miller asked.

I smiled kindly and shook my head. This was so not the time to be talking when I knew some curse words were going to slip out. She smiled kindly and took my empty cup. I sighed out in relief as I sat alone. But thankfully, Sam and Dean came back around. I stood up quickly and followed them out after we all bid Mrs. Miller goodbye. I slipped into the backseat of the car and heaved out a heavy sigh. "No EMF in the house. The family said that he was a normal dude. I'm not sure what's going on here, man." Sam started, loosening the collar on his shirt.

"Well, lets get back to the motel and do some research." I state, tugging off the veil. My hair tumbled down and around my shoulders as I started unbuttoning the damn dress. Dean pointed back at me with a smirk towards Sam.

"Now that, Sammy, is the exact kind of entertainment we need right now." Sam started laughing as I self consciously tugged the dress back on. I felt as if my cheeks were on fire again.

"You ass!"