Supernatural: Empaths and Viruses

A/N: I'm back with a new story that will take the Winchesters to Utah for once. Yeah, I know that Utah has been mentioned on the series and they finally did go to Utah last season, but it bugs me that it took so long. When Azazel mentioned that there were other generations of special children, I figured since he got the order from Lucifer in 1972 that he started making the deals that same year, which means that there should be a generation that's a year older than Sam's generation, and that's what I'm doing here.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds; I just own the characters that I happen to create.

CHAPTER ONE: NO TALKING IN THE THEATER

"And he appointed teachers of the brethren of Amulon in every land which was possessed by his people; and thus the language of Nephi began to be taught among all the people of the Lamanites."

Mosiah 24: 4

"I'm telling you Marshall that "The Queen" sucked as a film," Hillary Morgan complained into her cell-phone as she left the Cinemark 16 at the Provo Towne Mall; she was a curt business woman in her mid-fifties and it showed in how she dressed, too: a maroon business suit with a short, tight skirt, and six-inch maroon heels. "I don't know why we even promote garbage like that."

Her heels clicked on the ground of the empty underground parking lot as she headed for her expensive and black, 2005 Mercedes; she'd spent the last few hours watching a movie that her assistant, Marshall Young had recommended, and had hated every second of it when she realized that it was about the Royal family of Great Britain and what they went through when Princess Diana died in that car crash back on August 31, 1997.

When she'd tried to make some phone calls during the film, she'd been asked first by other customers, two different ushers that worked at the theater, and then finally one of the managers to please not do it during the movie or else be escorted out of the building; annoyed, she'd endured the film and it was now past midnight and she was raging at her assistant for wasting her time and money like that with a pointless movie that her company had been promoting with posters and commercials.

"Never give me advise on what movies to see ever again Marshall or you shall be fired so fast that it'll leave your head spinning you little bastard," Hillary snarled as she turned the alarm system off and opened the door to go in…when she heard a noise behind her; she looked around, but couldn't see anything. Deciding that she was imagining things, which she didn't approve of in the slightest, she shrugged and got into her car.

'When I get home, I'm going to take a long hot bath before going to bed,' she decided, putting her key into the slot and turned it…only to have nothing happen. "What the-?" she tried again with no success; frustrated, she tried five more times before giving up and getting out her cell-phone. "Stupid piece of shit," she muttered, speed-dialing the AAA number, only to get static. "You must be joking."

She was about to dial the number again when she happen to glance at her review mirror and saw a dark figure sitting in her backseat; suddenly fearful, she grabbed the handle of her door, but found that it was locked, and screamed when the figure launched itself at her!

"So, where does boss man want us to do the experiment with the virus?"

`"He recommends Rivergrove, Oregon."`

"Any particular reason beside it being a remote town surrounded by forest with only one road in and out?"

`"Apparently the Winchesters aren't far from Provo, Utah, which is where two of the special children are located, and Azazel's wanting to test all three of them."`

"Three test subjects? I was only expecting to test the virus on Sam Winchester once he has the vision that'll lead him and his siblings to the test site."

`"Well, Azazel changed his mind, seein' how it's his crazy plan, Brady."`

"I know, Andrew, I know; I'll let my contact know about the location and the exact number of test subjects to test on in four weeks. Um, what will this virus do to the humans?"

`"Well, according to the tests done in Brazil, it's passes through the blood into any open wound, and once it takes effect, the infected person causes complete chaos and seeks to infect every single person in the immediate area."`

"Yikes, good thing it can't affect us demons or our meat suits while we're in them, right?"

`"That's right; also, you better warn your contact that Sam can sense when a demon is in the area so he better be careful or else he'll get drop-kicked back into Hell. Plus, whoever does test the virus on Sam and the other two special children will need to get them completely alone and away from both Dean and Elizabeth, or else it won't work."`

"I'll be sure to tell him that, Andrew, and thanks for the heads up."

`"You're welcome, Brady."`

At a truck stop located between Winslow and Flagstaff, Arizona, Liz was trying to convince her brothers, Dean and Sam, that they should go see Meteor Crater, which wasn't too far from their current location.

"Come on, you're always saying that we need to have some fun when we're not working a case, Dean," Liz pleaded, earning bemused expressions from her twin and their younger brother. "And I've always wanted to see it," she added hopefully.

Dean chuckled and messed with his twin sister's hair, making her protest. "I must be finally rubbing off on you, Liz," he teased, hiding the fact that he was a bit concern of her sudden desire to have fun, and rolled his eyes when Sam gave him his "I know what you're feeling" look, reminding him once again of his empathic ability; Dean wasn't certain, but he was sure that Sam's struggles with that particular ability was having an negative impact on both his eating and sleeping habits, and that had both him and Liz worried.

"Knock it off," Liz protested, swatting his hand away, "I'm serious."

Sam, who was doing an Internet search; spoke up when he found an article on the Daily Herald webpage. "Maybe some other time, Liz, I think I found us a case."

Disappointment etched itself across Liz's face as she and Dean both peered over their brother's shoulders to see what he found. "What'd you got?"

"According to this article, in the last two weeks there has been two strange murders in the underground parking lot of the Provo Towne Center Mall," Sam read. "The first was a fifty-five year old man named Jared Spring, and he was found dead in his 2003 silver BMW at 5 AM by mall security on September 23, 2006, and the most recent victim is Hillary Morgan, age fifty-six, who was found dead in her 2005 black Mercedes at 5 AM in the same location this morning; according to the police, both had their throats slashed, but there's no sign of the cars being broken into or evidence of anyone inside with them, and yet they're not calling them suicides either. Plus at both scenes, identical messages were written in blood on the hoods of the cars "NO TALKING IN THE THEATERS"."

"Sounds like something a theater employee would say," Dean remarked, "but this does sound like our kind of case; so, vengeful spirit?"

Sam shrugged. "Could be. And it'll our first time to go to Utah, too," he added and chuckled at Dean's pained expression; both he and Liz knew that Dean wasn't a fan of this particular state and that was partly due to the religious people being a little too extreme for his taste, that and their "no drinking alcohol" attitude.

"There's another reason why I want to go, too," he added hesitantly and could sense the emotional reaction of his siblings.

"What's the other reason, Sammy?" Dean asked.

Sam sighed. "Well, both Ash and Penelope are certain that they've found a few special children in that particular city," he explained, "and at least one of them is currently on a mission in Japan. And Penelope suspects that the other two are attending either Brigham Young University, which is in Provo's boundaries, or Utah Valley State College, which is in Orem."

Dean groaned. "And both cities only have one or two bars each," he complained, making both Liz and Sam laugh. "Shut up."

"Dean, almost everyone in that state is a member of the LDS Church," Liz pointed out, dodging when Dean attempted to swat her arm. "But I'm sure it's worth looking into since it is in the same area as this case, and if we can warn them before Azazel gets to them, even better."

Dean sighed; he knew he was out-numbered when both his little brother and his sister actually agreed on something together. "Fine, to the Mormon State we go."

Hannah Idris should've known she was in trouble when she sensed the emotions of her mom's best friend, Clara Rex, heading her way the moment she drove her golden '03 Pontiac Vibe into the circular driveway and the five-door garage of her parent's home, and was now stuck listening to her complain about the teenage siblings who lived on the corner of their small neighborhood, which was located near the Provo River while her faithful golden retriever service dog, Adric, sat patiently at her feet; the petite auburn-haired woman felt a headache coming on and finally cleared her throat, getting the attention of Clara.

"Clara, I understand your concern," she said, keeping her tone even while doing her best to keep her temper in check since it'd been a long day and her patience had been seriously tested more than once at her library job, plus in her classes, too. "But it isn't their fault that they have issues that drive the rest of us batty; I mean, they didn't ask to have their mom divorce their dad and move in with their grandmother while she works two jobs almost 24/7 since her ex-husband won't pay child support even though he can afford to; personally, I think it's good that they have friends like Doli and Vesna in their lives to be good role models."

Clara frowned in a disapproving manner and Hannah repressed a sigh at what was coming. "They might be good role models for those two, but I don't like Vesna hanging around them at all."

Hannah frowned, too, but for a very different reason; when she had been in high school, Clara had accused her of being lazy and not being helpful around the house, and she'd exploded verbally that the older woman should spend a few days in her shoes before making claims like that.

"Clara, that's uncalled for," she protested angrily, her honey-brown eyes flashing with warning. "Their bad influence isn't going to rub off on my sister or your daughter; just because they're Jehovah's Witnesses instead of Latter-Day Saints like the rest of us doesn't make them bad people, and here you are acting like they need to be converted in order to be good."

"Now see here-" Clara began, but Hannah cut in, losing control of her temper finally.

"No, you listen, Sister Rex," she snarled, fed up. "You're acting the way that you did when you accused me of not being helpful around the house when I was still in high school before it became obvious that I have autism and I do the best I can to help my family; you're judging others without getting the full facts first or you don't even care how what you say or do affects those you judge based on assumptions and not truth, and I've had enough of it. Like I told you back then, spend a few days in their shoes before you alienate them like you alienated my mother so many times in the past!"

While she lectured the older woman, she lowered both her filters and her shielding to fully examine the emotional turmoil coming from Clara; she could sense the anger burning brightly, but there was also guilt and shame, too, and it was just the right mixture.

"I'll let my mom know that you stopped by," Hannah concluded, swinging her black backpack onto her back and clicked her tongue at Adric. "Come, Adric." And headed for the house while Clara just gaped. Her shielding and filters fully in place, she stopped on the front porch while searching for her house key.

Hannah didn't feel any guilt for what she'd said back there, and turned her attention to the family home; for the western part of Provo, it was the standard shape of every other two-story house, but what made it unique was that it was surrounded by both raspberry bushes and the standard chain-link fences that had multi-colored rose bushes growing in front of them all around the five-acre plot of land.

Also it was obvious that some of the ranch hands from her grandparents' ranch were already busy with setting up the various Halloween decorations for the Halloween season since she could see them putting fake spider webbing on the aspen trees, along with strings of both orange and purple lights; as she unlocked the front doors, she checked her watch.

4:15 PM.

'Dang it!' She now had less than an hour to get ready and eat something before her twin brother, Ricky, showed up to pick her up before their respective shifts at the movie theater started at 5 PM, which was having troubles with the two deaths in the parking lot; she wouldn't admit it to anyone, but she was actually dreading to go to work her shift that night.

Before the events of last year, she and Ricky had lived pretty normal lives, minus her autism and dealing with bullies growing up; however, they had a loving family to back them up when things looked grim, and even took their occasional insights of events to come in stride. The first time either of them had what were jokingly called visions of the future by both their dad, Elvis, and their grandfather, Lloyd, which were mostly dreams, had been a surprising shock; however, once they both got their patriarchal blessings at the age of sixteen, they both learned that they would have gifts that would give them great insight of a better future.

However, of late they both had been having an unusual dream that was slowly becoming clearer, but not by much; so far it was just a large room with a stone altar and a female voice saying each time, `"Because…because it had to be you, Sammy. It always had to be you."` The dream itself had started out with darkness and a distorted voice saying that line each time until it became the female voice, and it was only last year that both she and Ricky could actually see parts of the room.

'But what does it mean? And who on Earth is Sammy?' Hannah wondered for what felt like the hundredth time that year since she didn't know anyone named Sam, Samuel, or even Samantha; shortly after her and Ricky's twenty-second birthday, they both started developing headaches that had even the doctors baffled, and it was at least a week later when they realized that they were developing powers.

Hannah had been waiting for a theater to get out and was chatting with some of her co-workers when she was suddenly overwhelmed by their emotions; she'd gone running to the restroom, barely making it into a stall before throwing up the entire contents of her stomach while someone had gone to get both Ricky, who'd spooked himself by suddenly being able to move objects with his mind, and two of the managers. It'd taken her several days to get use to the fact that she was now an empath and could sense the emotions of those around her, but she'd managed to shield out most of the emotions and filter the rest using the same tactics that she'd used to cope with her sensitive hearing.

"I'm home!" she called out over the loud music and controlled chaos of the main floor, where her younger siblings: Gero, age 16; Avalon, age 13; Doli, age 13 (twin sisters); Hinto, age 10 (Down syndrome), and Chika, age 6, were helping some of their older cousins: Ace Indris, age 25; Excalibur Jodoc, age 20; Matilda Langdon, age 16, and the prank twins Griffin and Sheldon Langdon, age 12, putting up the interior Halloween decorations.

"Hi, honey," Dorothea Indris said, coming out of the kitchen filled with the sounds and smells of cooking; she was a sweet, 53 year-old black woman with long, wavy black hair that was just starting to show signs of silvering and was up in a bun, and still had a faint New Orleans accent that enriched her gentle voice.

"Griffin, Sheldon…if either of you slid down that banister in the next five seconds, I'll tan your backsides so fast that not even your own momma will know what hit her," she growled, and the dark-haired twins, who were clutching bundles of orange/green webbing in their hands and were on the verge of hoisting themselves onto said banister, froze at the threat.

Hannah chuckled at the guilty expressions, used to their hectic emotions, and handed the leash over to her mom; while she inherited her father's hair-color, she'd inherited her mother's height, bone structure, and a mixed skin tone that was light for a Black person, but dark for a Native American person since her grandmother Adsila was a Cherokee Native American.

"Already getting ready for Halloween?"

Dorothea nodded, accepting the leash to Adric, who was eagerly looking at the kids that meant he wanted to have fun. "Yep, plus birthdays, too," she added slyly and Hannah flushed.

"Mom."

Dorothea just smiled while Hannah, her cheeks going power ranger red, retreated upstairs to get ready for work; her smile faded slightly as she took Adric back into the kitchen to remove both the leash and the service vest before letting the happy dog loose out back. She'd seen her daughter arguing with Clara earlier and knew that they were probably talking about the Jordan teens down the road, who didn't have the best family life, but were still decent youths in many respects.

"Here you go, Adric," she said removing the leash from the royal blue collar and then the red vest, "now go out back and play." And laughed when the dog gave a happy bark before heading through the doggie door to chase the rabbits out of the gardens and keep both foxes and wild dogs from the chickens in their coop; she turned back to the stove, where she was cooking vegetable soup for dinner, and prepared two containers for her daughter and her married son to take to work.

It was two days before the Winchesters made it across the border into Utah, and they were halfway to Provo when Liz's cell-phone rang and she answered it.

"Hello?"

`"Hey, sweetie, this is Penelope!"` said Penelope Garcia's cheerful voice.

Liz chuckled, mouthing Penelope's name to her brothers, and they grinned in response. "Hey, Penelope, how's things going for you and the team?" she asked.

`"We're doing fine,"` Penelope answered. `"We're just dealing with an unsub whose killing people in Huston."`

"Yikes that doesn't sound like fun," Liz remarked.

`"No kiddin', Liz,"` Penelope agreed. `"So where are you guys right now?"`

"We're about halfway to Provo, UT to deal with what looks like a vengeful spirit that's killed two people so far," Liz answered. "And also some special children that you and Ash found in the area," she added, switching her phone to speaker so that both Dean and Sam could listen in.

`"Ooh, need any help with the id of the spirit if that's what you're dealing with?"` Penelope offered.

"We might take you up on that once we learn more," Sam said after exchanging a look with both Dean and Liz. "What can you tell us about the suspected special children?"

`"I thought you'd never ask, sweetheart,"` Penelope responded as her fingers danced over the keyboard. `"Okay, according to all of the research done to date, ol' yellow eyes was in Provo at least twice in the year 1972…first in the month of September and then in the month of October. So there are three possible candidates who all turned twenty-two years old in 2004, and will have just turned twenty-three last year."`

"So, who are these candidates?" Dean asked.

`"First candidate is one Parker Turner,"` Penelope answered. `"He's currently on a mission in Japan and has been there for the past year back in 2005, and turned twenty-two on September 15, 2005; he had the usual headaches and such, and apparently his ability popped up when both he and his senior companion witnessed a traffic accident while they were tracking."`

"What ability does Parker has?" Sam asked.

`"Looks like Hulk-strength…apparently a would be terrorist was on his way to blow up the U.S. embassy when he ran a red light and blindsided a car owned by a family of five; while his companion tackled the terrorist, Parker actually ripped the door off the side of the car and managed to get the entire family out right before both cars blew up. As far as the cops are concerned, him getting that door off was because of the adrenalin rush of the situation."`

'Just like Jake Talley and myself,' Sam thought, and also like Jake Talley, there was no way they could talk with this Parker Turner guy, who wouldn't be back in the United States for another year. "What about the other two?"

Penelope tapped several keys before she answered. `"The final two candidates are a set of twins, Hannah and Ricky Idris; both were born on October 15, 1982, five weeks early; Hannah still lives at home and attends UVSC part-time."`

"Why part-time?" Liz asked, curious.

`"Let me see…okay, according to her records, she has a mild form of autism known as Asperser's, which limits her ability to learn, and is majoring in English Lit and has two minors in American Studies and Geology, plus she's also taking Kenpo Karate,"` Penelope answered. `"Ricky, on the other hand, he's married to one Melinda Alberto, and they're both students at BYU, where they also live on campus; Ricky's majoring in theater and is getting a minor in engineering, plus he's also taking a karate class, while Melinda is majoring in History while expecting their first child. Ash and I aren't sure of what their abilities are, but they both work at a Cinemark 16 at the Provo Towne Center Mall…isn't that where those two murders are located?"`

"Yeah, it is," Dean confirmed. "What else do you know about the twins?"

`"Well, the Idris family is fairly well-off and own a major trucking company, and apparently the twins work at the company during the summer,"` Penelope responded. `"Hannah does dispatch and Ricky does some long-haul trucking. Right now, Hannah is working at both the theater and on the UVSC campus at the local library as a library aide, which is part of the federal work study program."`

The Winchesters exchanged a look; it looked like they would probably meet the twins while investigating the murders at the same time.

"Thanks for the update, Penelope," Liz said. "Email us anything else that you can find about the twins."

`"Will do, cutie."`

Liz clicked her phone shut just as Dean exited the freeway at the East Bay exit and headed for the nearest cheap hotel, a M-Star Hotel that was also known as Colony Inn. "Wow, this does look nicer than most places we've stayed at."

Dean rolled his eyes as he parked near the office. "I'm not gonna kill the budget of the BAU," he grumbled, getting out of the car while Sam and Liz exchanged an evil grin. It was too much fun teasing their brother.

A few minutes later, they were parked on the other side of the lot and were settled in hotel room that had three beds in it instead of two for a change, two paintings of what might be flowers, a small kitchenette, a small bathroom, and a TV, and it was also on the second floor; while Dean argued with the coffee maker, Sam set his laptop up on the only table and began researching the case, and Liz went out to collect copies of the local newspapers.

"I give up," Dean grumbled when he realized that the machine was broken and sat down on the couch to do some channel surfing when Liz got back. "Coffee maker's broken."

"You'll live," Liz retorted, tossing a couple newspapers onto her twin's lap while sitting down at the table across from Sam with the remaining papers. "But if you get really desperate, you can go to the local Maverick," she added, grinning while Dean just glared at her in return.

"Shut up."

It was late Friday night and Joe Fox was finally getting ready to go home; he hated being the close-close usher and no one would trade with him, not even Ricky, who was giving his stupid twin a ride home like he always did whenever they were working the closing shift at the same time.

He didn't have anything against the Idris twins per se, but he thought that it was stupid of the managers to hire anyone who can work only one position at the theater, and never does a close-close shift; once when he was working concessions, Hannah had been at podium and it was a slow closing shift, he hadn't wanted to be in concessions that day and asked her if she would trade with him.

She'd said that she couldn't since she wasn't trained, just as one of the managers, Mr. Clayton, walked by and spoke up before he could repeat his request. "You heard her say no, so don't push it."

Of course he had pushed the issue once Mr. Clayton was out of eyesight and earshot; Hannah had explained about her autism, and he'd called her a retard to her face before retreating back into concessions. He'd thought he gotten away with it, but Ricky cornered him in the scullery later on and had gotten into his face about insulting his twin by taking a medical term out of context, and he had to promise not to use that word around Hannah ever again, or else he would've probably gotten pounded for his troubles.

Joe always tread carefully around the twins, especially after word had gotten around to the managers and he'd been given a warning about treating his co-workers better, and so far things have settled down, if you didn't count the two murders down in the underground parking lot; now that had everyone worried, including those who did close-close duty with the closing managers.

Both victims had been customers at the theater prior to their deaths and both had been warned that they couldn't make phone calls in the theaters because it ruined the movie experience for the other customers; the head manager, Mr. Tyler, had explained the theater's policy to the police when they came around asking questions, and had told them that both had been warned that if they'd kept up with calling during the movies they would be escorted out.

'We've always joked about the theater being haunted,' Joe thought as he clocked out and retrieved his stuff from the locker in the break room and headed for the exit that led downstairs and outside the mall. 'A few people have even died here, but nothing like this has ever happen before.'

He was halfway down the stairs when he felt a sudden pressure on his back and was sent flying down; he landed on his side on the hard ground, conking his head, and darkness claimed him.

A/N: I once had a co-worker call me a retard to my face and later on my sister, Yami Faerie, swatted his arm and told him to never call me that again, and he insisted that I was lying, the jerk.

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