These symptoms were exactly the same as when Sam had his precognitive episodes before!
But how was that possible?
Unlike Sam, Dean had not been chosen by Azazel as an infant and fed demon blood. In theory, he should not have possessed this kind of "receiving" ability.
A piercing pain churned through Dean's brain like steel needles as fragmented, chaotic images forced their way into his consciousness:
"Sam—it's Sam! He was lying on a cold concrete floor, apparently unconscious, slowly opening his eyes."
"A decrepit, filthy abandoned room, its walls covered in strange graffiti."
"In the distance beyond the window stood the outline of a huge Ferris wheel that had long since stopped running."
"Sam wasn't alone. Several other young people, male and female, were sitting or standing around the room, their faces filled with confusion and fear. Faint flames flickered at one girl's fingertips, while another frail boy was using his mind to make an empty tin can float in the air."
The visions abruptly ended.
Dean wrenched himself free of the agony, soaked through with cold sweat. He panted heavily, his eyes full of shock and confusion. "I saw it. Sam, and some other people—people with strange abilities. They were somewhere with a Ferris wheel."
He desperately tried to recall the details from the vision. "An abandoned building. Graffiti. Ferris wheel."
He hurriedly opened his laptop and searched for nearby places matching the description "abandoned Ferris wheel."
"Found it. New Moon Town. There's a Rowe Amusement Park there that's been abandoned for over a decade. The Ferris wheel is its landmark!"
Dean sprang to his feet and grabbed his car keys. "Sam has to be there. He's in danger!"
This had to be a signal he'd sent me with his thoughts.
And on Sam's side, he really had