A/N Heh, my first SPN fic. It's based on a dream I had last year that I knew would be important so I wrote down all the details – it just so happened that it was kept for this fic.

I suppose that this is more of a gift for my friend for letting me 'babysit' all her SPN DvDs, lol.

Sam sighed. Just looking at Dean's Impala annoyed him lately.

A drunk driver had smashed into the back of the car just a few days ago, damaging the back of it. The boot was inaccessible, causing their weapons to be trapped until it was fixed. It was just lucky that when it had happened, Sam had been playing around with their other equipment – meaning that they still had their EMF and other belongings with them for now.

This was what was leading to their problem.

They had just arrived at Wisconsin, ready to investigate reports of mysterious deaths, and both of them had agreed on eating out before getting a hotel room. The two Winchesters had put all of their other paraphernalia into Sam's laptop case, ready to carry it into the restaurant with them – Sam needed to load the laptop up to do some research anyway.

The restaurant was jam packed with customers, leaving only tables available at the back. Though it didn't seem like much of a problem at the time, it would soon become apparent that this would be a major downfall.

While they waited for the waitress to finish taking their orders, Sam had taken the laptop out and booted it up while Dean flirted with a woman. Sam could only roll his eyes and try and ignore his brother's words.

When the waitress left, Sam looked up at Dean.

"Dean, I think I found something." Sam flipped the laptop around so his brother could see the screen. "There was another case just like this almost exactly a decade ago – a decade tomorrow."

Dean stared intently at the screen for a few moments before looking up to meet his brother's eyes. Completely serious, he spoke, "What am I meant to be looking at?"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "What? The newspaper article!"

"The screen keeps flickering, Sam. I can't make anything out."

Sam flipped the laptop back around, trying to see what his brother was talking about. Dean was right – the screen was flickering, almost as if it were some sort of interference.

"This isn't –"

Before Sam could finish his sentence, a deafening screech filled the small restaurant. It was loud enough to cause several people to scream out and cover their ears with their hands in a futile attempt to stop the noise.

"What is that?" Dean cried out, covering his ears and wincing as the noise almost immediately brought on a huge headache.

"I don't know!" Sam forced out, barely able to hear what his brother had said. "It sounds like car tyres!"

As suddenly as the noise sounded, it disappeared, but the silence was quickly replaced by people screaming outside of the restaurant. Whatever had made that noise seemed to have caused panic.

Fire alarms went off in the restaurant, only adding to people's growing uneasiness. There were several waiters and waitresses ushering people out of their seats and out of the restaurant, bags being left behind everywhere.

When Sam and Dean left the building in order to try and see what was going on outside, neither of them realised that they had left behind just about all of their equipment (minus their guns) in the now-flame-engulfed building.

Amidst all of the panic and confusion, Sam and Dean could only look at each other, knowing that something right up their alley was going down.