Sam was sleeping. Or trying to anyway. He and Dean had taken down a particularly angry ghost the night before and had finally made it back to the motel room as the sun was coming up. Based on how he felt, Sam knew he could only have been asleep about 3 hours and he wanted more. It was pretty hard to sleep though with Dean stomping around the room, banging drawers and closet doors and talking (loudly) on his cell phone.

"I don't know, Bobby," Sam heard Dean say to the phone, "Connecticut's a long way away. Are you sure there's no one closer who could do the job?"

Sam flipped over and buried his face into the pillow. He let out a silent groan. Connecticut? They were in Ohio. Connecticut was like a 10 hour drive and he wanted to sleep, damn it, not sit in a car all day.

"Yo, Sammy! Wanna go check out a poltergeist?" Dean's voice boomed close to Sam's ear.

"Sleeping!" Sam muttered into his pillow. The next thing he knew, the pillow was gone and his head was bouncing onto the hard mattress.

"Dude!" Sam jumped to a sitting position on the bed. "I was sleeping here!"

Dean burst out laughing at the sulky look on Sam's face. "Not anymore, you're not. We gotta get a move on."

Sam refused to budge. "Come on, Dean. A poltergeist in Connecticut can wait a couple hours for us to get a good night's sleep. You really shouldn't drive 10 hours on only a couple hours sleep anyway."

Dean snickered, "Sleeping, huh? Come on –you can sleep in the car and then we'll switch off. Bobby says this poltergeist popped up practically overnight and is causing a shitload of havoc."

Sam sighed and lowered his feet to the floor. He shook his head to clear away the sleepiness, and looked up wearily. "Let me just jump in the shower and we'll head out."

Sam walked into the bathroom to start the shower and then headed back to his duffel bag to find clean clothes. As he turned back to the bathroom, he glanced over at Dean, already immersed in cleaning his guns. "So where are we going in Connecticut to hunt down this poltergeist?" he asked.

"Stars Hollow," Dean replied, not looking up from his task. "Some tiny little Podunk I've never heard of. Apparently this poltergeist is pulling some pretty nasty shit at this little inn."

Sam stopped in his tracks, his heart thudding in his ears. "The Dragonfly Inn?" he choked out.

Dean paused and looked up at Sam, surprised by his reaction."Uh…yeah. Do you –have you been there before or something?"

Sam unfroze and marched into the bathroom. "Or something," he said grimly.

Sam could tell Dean was ready to pounce as soon as he came out of the bathroom. But Dean managed to hold his curiosity until the guns were in the trunk and the bags in the back seat of the Impala. Only then, as they pulled out of the motel parking lot did Dean's eyes flicker to Sam with interest.

"Alright, Sammy. What do you know about this Star's Hollow?" Dean questioned.

Sam sighed and looked out the passenger window. "I don't know anything really," he admitted.

Dean blew out a frustrated breath. "You know something, Sam! You've obviously heard of the place and you knew the name of the Dragonfly Inn before I even said it. So what gives?"

Sam shook his head, "I have heard of the place…but…" he trailed off. "Well…I thought it was just in my head…just a…dream, that's all."

Dean turned incredulously to Sam. "So you've dreamed about this place? Like those visions you've been having? Why haven't you told me about this?" he demanded.

Sam shook his head again and turned to his brother. "Look," he said earnestly, "this is going to sound crazy. But…I've been dreaming about that place since I was 16. They've stopped in the past couple of years, but I used to dream about Stars Hollow at least weekly for 5 or 6 years. Really vivid dreams too. And I can remember them all – almost like they're my own memories."

Dean gaped at Sam. "You've been dreaming about this place since you were 16 and you never told me or dad? What the hell, Sam!" Sam just shrugged and looked out the window.

They rode in silence for a few miles, Dean's fingers tapping restlessly on the steering wheel. Finally he grimaced slightly and when he spoke, his voice was gentler.

"Okay, Sammy. So tell me about these dreams."

Sam snorted slightly and closed his eyes. He continued staring out the window at the flat, dull landscape. He took a deep breath and began,

"My dreams start with me moving to Stars Hollow. I know I moved from Chicago but I never had any dreams about Chicago – it all just starts in Stars Hollow. I have a mom and dad and a little sister named Clara. And I'm just…just a regular guy." Sam sighed and glanced over at Dean. "And…and my name is Dean. Dean Forester."

Dean snorted a little. "Ha! Even in your dreams you wish you were me," He teased.

Sam shook his head, "I have no idea. I just know I look like me…but…I'm not me. I mean, I am me. I still pretty much act like me. But I'm different. I'm kind of a jock. At least I play hockey anyway. And I'm not all that great in school. I mean I do okay, but Rory was always trying to make me read more books and – "

Dean cut him off, "Uh, wait a second…Rory? Who the hell is that?"

Sam coughed, "She's my, uh…I mean, in my dreams, she was my high school girlfriend." Sam decided to just barrel through. "Anyway, my dreams always kind of start with Rory. Everything about Stars Hollow is kind of wrapped up with Rory. Eventually we break up and I marry this other girl, Lindsey…" Sam paused to think but then shook his head as if he just can't remember. "Um…I don't remember much about Lindsey. I do remember cheating on Lindsey with Rory and pretty much the whole town turned against me." Sam chuckled a little bitterly.

Dean cast a worried eye at Sam. "Sammy, these are some freaky dreams to be having. And you had them every week for years?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, but I figured, they're just dreams, you know? But it's weird because…in my dreams, Rory's mom owns the Dragonfly Inn."

Dean shook his head and pulled his phone out of his pocket with one hand. He flipped it open and squinted at it and the windshield as he drove.

"Hey, Ash? Dean Winchester. Listen, my brother and I are on the road on the way to a hunt and we need a little information. You gotta computer nearby?" Dean rolled his eyes. "Of course you do. Anyway, the Dragonfly Inn in Stars Hollow, Connecticut. They got a website?"

Dean glanced over at Sam. Sam stared out the window, deep in thought.

"Yeah? Great. Just looking for the owner's name. Laura? Oh, Laura-lie? And who? …Okay, thanks Ash." Dean flipped his phone shut and looked at Sam. "Stars Hollow's Dragonfly Inn is owned by – "

"Lorelei Gilmore and Sookie St. James." Sam cut him off.

Dean looked at Sam strangely. "Uh, yeah. So…this is not a good sign. Why would you have been having vivid, memory-type dreams about a real place? And for years?"

Sam sighed. "I guess we're gonna find out, huh?"