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"I... I don't know what happened, I was attacked by two people, and then I don't remember it."

"But they say you are a goddess." Dean pointed to the corpse not far away with his thumb.Marianne showed a flustered expression for a moment, but soon regained her composure, and even showed an elegant smile.She no longer hides her identity, and her whole body seems to emit a faint light. "Hello, Sam and Dean." She said kindly, "Thank you for saving me. They put the white poppy flower that represents forgetting in the spell bag, so that I can't use my power."

"You know our names!" said Sam in amazement, "but we didn't tell you."

"But your brains told me, and told me how you saved me."

"You can read minds?" Dean said defensively.

"No, I will only read your memories. Because I am Nemota, the goddess of memory and time."

Sam and Dean looked at each other in surprise. "Then why are you in America? Aren't you a Greek god?" Sam asked cautiously.

"Not many people believe in us anymore." Marianne, or Nemota, said with a bitter smile: "America is a melting pot, at least I heard that's the case, I want to be like an ordinary human being here Life."

"So, what happened to those who lost their memories?"

"Because I lost a lot of power, and uncontrollably devoured all their memories while exploring the memories passed in their blood. I feel sorry, no one understands how important those memories are better than me, but I There’s nothing I can do.” As he spoke, Nemota suddenly showed a surprised expression.

"Is there a problem?" Dean and Sam were a little confused.

"No...you are a little strange. You belong to the present and the future. But how is this possible..." Before Nemota could finish speaking, there was a sudden lightning, thunder and strong wind outside, as if lightning was about to strike the building. Same goes for construction.

Sam and Dean looked out in surprise: This is January, how could there be thunder?

"Okay, I know why, but some people don't want me to tell you." Nemota said with a smile: "That one is very powerful, I can't say anymore. Sam and Dean, thank you again for saving I owe you a favor, if you encounter difficulties, I will do my best to help you." Then, she disappeared into the air.

"What did she mean by what she just said? What does it mean to belong to the present and belong to the future?" Dean asked Sam at a loss.

"I don't understand either, but I think we need to talk about this and our dreams. We need Bobby's help right now." Sam pursed his lips.

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"Bobby, it's like what I just said to you. Do you know what she means when she says we belong to the present and the future?" Sam and Dean sat in the motel and talked to Bobby on the phone , trying to figure out what Nemota means.

"I don't understand at all. Those ancient Greek gods always like to play charades. But what you said sounds like "The Time Traveler's Wife."

"what is that?"

"A science fiction novel in which the protagonist travels through time and space."

"Bobby, I didn't expect you to read science fiction!" Dean said in surprise.

"But I think it's more like "The Story of Your Life", you know, the memories about my life are like fragments, and suddenly a piece appears." Sam continued.

Dean looked at Sam: "Am I the only one here who reads some normal books?" Sam looked at Dean and laughed, and Bobby's voice came from the phone: "But you didn't tell me You can see the future at the same time."

"Because we really haven't seen it, unless you count dreams," Dean retorted.

"But you didn't tell me about the dream, otherwise I would have started researching this issue long ago."

"That happened very recently, Bobby, and neither of us even talked about it in detail. In fact, I had a dream before Christmas where I was killed and Dean was very... Stupidly, in order to save me, I made a contract with the crossroad demon." Sam glanced at Dean, and emphasized the words "very stupid", while Dean looked at him innocently. "After that, Dean also had a dream a few days ago. According to him, it was my dream from Dean's point of view, wasn't it? Dean?"

"It's more like the prequel of your dream. I dreamed that you disappeared suddenly, and then Andy told me your whereabouts through some method. Bobby and I went to rescue you, and then you were killed. Dead, right in front of our eyes." Dean said, squeezing his hands together so hard that his knuckles turned white.Even recalling such a dream made him feel very uncomfortable.

"So was the murderer in your dream a man or a woman?" Bobby asked.

"Man." The two replied in unison.

"Old man? Child? Youth?"

"youth."

"Black or white?"

"Black!" Sam and Dean looked at each other in surprise. This was the first time they discussed these two dreams, and they were so similar, as if they were really the same dream.

"What do you think the chances are that these are two unrelated dreams?"

Sam and Dean were silent. This couldn't have happened. Two people had the same dream. So how likely is it to happen?

"Do you remember the details of the dream?" Bobby continued.

"I remember it being a pretty wild, sort of small town, wasn't it, Dean?"

"Almost, because in the dream I started climbing halfway through the drive, and I think it should be in the mountains."

"do you have anything else?"

"In my dream, I seemed to see a clock..." Dean said hesitantly.

"Clock? Is there a pattern on it?"

"I don't remember. Even in the dream, I didn't seem to see it with my own eyes. It was more like a fragmentary fragment inserted in."

"You know, I have an idea about this location. Your description is very similar to that abandoned town in South Dakota because it is haunted."

"You mean Cold Oak? We know the place, though we haven't been there," Sam said.

"Listen, you two, I don't care what you're having these two dreams for, but from today onwards, you don't go anywhere near Cold Oak, no, you better not even cross the South Dakota state line, get it ?”

"We know." Dean replied seriously.No matter what happened, no matter what the reason, at least he would do everything in his power to keep Sam out of this place.

"But what do you think is more powerful than an ancient Greek goddess? Can make Iowa thunder in January and keep her from saying anything?" Sam asked Bobby.

"Zeus? The king of the Greek gods. Or God? Maybe even a demon."

"But we couldn't figure out why they would do it."

"Neither can I. But you two must be careful."

"We got it, Bobby, thank you, bye." With that said, Sam hung up the phone.

When Sam and Dean were looking for Colt's trace, time has entered February, and Valentine's Day, Dean's favorite holiday, has arrived, and the city is full of pink atmosphere.At this time, they came to Palm Beach County in Miami. The warm and pleasant climate made them completely forget that it was still the end of winter, and what made Dean even more happy were the bikini models here.Every now and then they might see a face on the street that Dean knew well, from magazines.

"This is really paradise, brother, much better than Huntington Beach." Dean said happily, completely unable to hide his excitement: "I really hope to retire here."

"Have you started thinking about your retirement?"

"As long as the yellow-eyed demon is dealt with, I will retire immediately."

"Who told me that it is impossible for hunters to have a normal retirement life?"

"Who is it?" A beautiful woman smiled and watched Dean walk over, and Dean also smiled happily and blinked.

Sam said helplessly, "I'm going to buy dinner, what do you want?"

"Just like you." Dean said casually: "Listen, there must be a lot of poor single girls who need someone to comfort tonight. I want to find a bar so that I don't have to wait for me to sleep at night. By the way, you You can also have some fun, let's go."

"Then do you want dinner?" Looking at Dean's back, Sam said helplessly, but Dean didn't hear him at all.

The next morning, Sam was in his room drinking a drink and looking up news on the computer when a boy who looked less than ten years old opened the door and walked in.Sam put down the cup in his hand in surprise, and asked, "Who are you? How do you have the key to this room?"

The boy had a depressed expression on his face, which didn't really match his young age and said, "Sammy, I'm Dean."

Sam frowned: "You do look the same as Dean when you were a child... But first answer me a question, what was the Christmas gift I gave you when you were a child that was originally intended for Dad?"

"It's the amulet." Dean held up the amulet around his neck and said, "Please, let's solve this important problem first."

"Wait a minute." Sam handed him a silver knife.

"I'm not a doppelganger!" As he said, little Dean cut a bloody hole in his palm.

"Ok, I admit you're real. By the way, how did you get smaller