Parental discretion! Yippee!
Is that…is that Bob Seger? Why, yes, it is. Seger (The Bob Seger System, that is) pumps as an old Dodge sedan of some sort totters up a driveway at night. It pulls in next to a snowmobile, and we get a close-up of the license plate: Michigan MF 6037. The driver shuts the car off just as the garage door starts going down. From the driver's confused expression, we realize that he has not set the door in motion himself. His confusion grows greater as the garage door clangs shut, the door locks on the car mysteriously get sucked into their slots, and the keys hanging in the ignition shimmy and turn the car over. A shot of exhaust pouring out the tailpipe. The radio turns on and starts jumping around stations, and I have to wonder why mysterious forces always have such a cinematic bent, making sure to have the radio produce such an eerie and incoherent clamor for our benefit. The car starts to fill with exhaust, and the man inside grunts and coughs, and groans and tries to plug the window seal up with his jacket, and flails around, yelling for help once before keeling over and ultimately dying with his eyes open. Cut to a shot of the car through a window in what seems to be the door leading from the house into the garage.
Artful transition as the windowpane illuminates to signal our entrance into a mind-y kind of place, and we cut to Sam rolling over in bed, his eyes wide. Cut between his open eyes and shots from the previous scene, all pretty vague except for a replay of the shot of the license plate. Sam sits up, turns on the light, wakes Dean up, and starts packing. Dean is groggy, and sleeping in a bed with an honest-to-god Liberace wavy-topped white tufted headboard. Can't make this shit up. Sam is acting a bit crazed, insisting that they have to go right then, while strings fret in the background. Pan in to a two-bulbed desk lamp, the right bulb of which is out, and...
…another artful transition as an engine rev bridges the distance from strings to rock, and we pan in to the Metallicar's dual front headlights, the right bulb of which is out. It's raining. Dean drives as Sam tries to identify the owner of the license plate he saw in his dream. Sam's on the phone with the Michigan state police, holding a police officer's ID card in his hand and reading the information off to the dispatcher: "McCready. Detective McCready. Badge Number 158, I've got a Signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two-door sedan." Sam is put on hold and Dean tells him to relax, that the whole thing was just a nightmare: "This license plate, it won't check out." Sam insists that this dream "felt different, Dean, real" and seemed similar to the times when he dreamed about Jessica dying or about the lady who lived in their old house. Dean makes a useless remark, saying, "Well, yeah, that makes sense, you were dreaming about our house, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, ever see him before?" Dean thinks there's no reason Sam should be having "premonitions about some random dude in Michigan." The police dispatch comes back on the line and gives Sam the name -- Jim Miller, Saginaw, Michigan -- and Sam gives his brother an "I told you so" look, saying, "It checks out." Dean says they're a couple of hours from Saginaw; Sam tells him to "drive faster." Dean puts the pedal to the metal. Heh. I can't believe I just wrote that.The Metallicar pulls up outside Jim Miller's house. Lots of cops mill about while Jim's body is being zipped into a body bag on a stretcher. Sam and Dean spend a good long while furrowing brows and looking at one another and then at the crime scene.