Supernatural: Simon Says

A/N: Finally! Sorry that I haven't updated in the past two weeks, but I was having issues with my account that have finally been resolved. Any who, here's a new story and I promise to update on time next week, or a day sooner since Christmas is on a Thursday this year.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.

CHAPTER ONE: ANOTHER SPECIAL CHILD?

"And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven."

Psalms 88: 5

A nearby clock tower read 12:21 pm, while walking down the sidewalk was a smiling, late-middle aged black man, named Dr. Jennings, and he said hello and nodded to some of the people that he passed; when his cell phone rang, he answered it.

"Hello," he said cheerfully and then his smile faded and his eyes seemed to glaze over as he listened to whoever was talking to him. "Yeah." An image of a gun barrel being raised flashed through his mind. "All right." Another image was of Dr. Jennings, himself, cocking a shotgun. He slowly lowered the phone as a city bus with a triangular Blue Ridge logo on the front passed.

After he closed his phone and put away, he suddenly smiled like nothing had happen, turned, and continued walking; across the street he entered a sports equipment shop and approached a man leaning against a counter reading a GUNS magazine.

"Afternoon, Dennis," he greeted cheerfully.

"Hey, Doc," said Dennis, surprised to see the resident doctor in his shop and put down his magazine.

"I'd like to look at a gun," Dr. Jennings requested.

Dennis laughed, thinking that the old doctor was joking. "Yeah, right, doc." But Dr. Jennings just looked at him seriously. "Seriously?"

Bemused by this surprising twist of events, he crossed behind the counter in front of a display of guns, while Dr. Jennings looked around at the display, and then pointed.

"That one."

Raising his eyebrows, Dennis unlocked the display and pulled out the indicated gun. "Okay. That's a turkey hunter, twelve gauge, pump action," he explained, handing the gun to the older man. "Doesn't leave enough turkey behind, if you ask me."

Dr. Jennings held the gun in his hands and examined it. "What sort of shells does it use?" he asked.

Dennis pulled a box from under the counter and placed it on top. "Right here. I'm taking the boys up to the cabin this weekend if you're uh…" he watched as Dr. Jennings removed two shells from the box. "I mean if you think you might like to take up the sport."

Dr. Jennings began putting the shells into the gun. "Thanks, but no. You know guns make me nervous, always have. This one goes in here, right?" he asked, loading the gun with surprising ease.

"Whoa, Doc!" Dennis protested. "No, you can't load a weapon on the premises, it's illegal!"

"It's okay, Dennis," Dr. Jennings said reassuringly.

Dennis shook his head and reached for the gun. "No, no."

"It's okay, Dennis," Dr. Jennings said, smiling sadly. "It's all gonna be okay." And he turned the gun on Dennis and fired.

"Doc!" Dennis cried as the buckshot slammed into him and he was hurled against the wall, and the other customers started to panic.

Dr. Jennings looked around at the frightened customers reassuringly. "No, no, it's, it's okay. It's okay. It's all gonna be okay." He then pressed the shotgun against his chin, and the sample sink hanging on the wall above his head was splattered with blood as the shotgun went off again…

Sam gasped as he leaned over the sink in a dingy bathroom; the water was running as images flashed through his mind as the vision slowly began to fade. "No…"

He ran a hand under the water and washed his face, scrubbing the hand through his hair. As he shut the water off and looked up into the mirror, the door burst open to reveal both Dean and Liz.

"Sam, come on, zip it up. Let's hit the…road," Dean began and then trailed off when he saw the condition that Sam was in. "What?"

"You okay, Sam?" Liz asked, suddenly worried.

Sam was breathing heavily and blinking as he stared at their reflections in the mirror. "I – I just – I just had…another vision."

Dean and Liz exchanged worried expressions. This wasn't a good sign.

Soon Dean was driving the Impala, Sam, still looking offish, was in the passenger's seat and Liz was in the backseat, down a dark two-lane road and the radio was playing.

`"Rockin' Nebraska. Your source for the classics, all night long."`

"I don't know, man," Dean said uncertainly, "why don't we just chill out, think about this."

Sam shut off the radio. "What's there to think about?" he asked.

Dean shrugged. "I just don't know if going to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea."

Sam sighed. "Dean, it's another premonition. I know it. This is gonna happen, plus it's about time that we find as many of the other special children as we can so that we can warn them about Azazel, and Ash can tell us where, along with Garcia, to find them."

"Yeah, man, but…" Dean began.

"I'm serious, Dean," Sam interrupted, giving him a hard look. "I don't want Azazel doin' to them what he did to me, and since I have more abilities, I can take whatever they might have."

"I have to agree with Sam on this one," said Liz, leaning forward. "Think about it, Dean, if we can warn as many of the other special kids as we can, then it'll improve our chances of stopping Azazel's plans."

Dean groaned, hating it when his siblings ganged up on him like this. "Fine," he grumbled, "but so you both know, there's gonna be hunters there, and after what happen with Gordon…I don't know if – if - if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a, a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?"

"So I'm a freak now?" Sam asked, hurt.

Dean winced when Liz slapped the back of his head, and he tried to redeem himself by slapping Sam on the thigh. "You've always been a freak. Just – just don't use any of your abilities while we're there, all right?"

Sam nodded. "I'll do my best not to," he promised.

Liz rolled her eyes. "What am I gonna do with you two?" she wondered, making her brothers grin at her exasperated expression.

At the Roadhouse, Jo was playing a shooter arcade game as an older man, Ed, watched; she hit every target, and he groaned.

"Damn, little lady," he complained, "that was my room money."

Jo grinned as she took the money he pulled out. "Well, I guess you're taking a truck nap tonight." And she walked away, pleased with herself, while Ellen walked over.

"Oughta check the high scores before you put your money down," she suggested as she pressed a button on the game and a list of high scores appeared - all reading "Player: Jo" scrolling across the screen. "You went and got yourself hustled, Ed."

Dean, Liz, and Sam entered, passing two men at a table cleaning weapons, and Dean almost ran into Jo, who stopped, smiling.

"Just can't stay away, huh?" she asked, glad to see him again.

Dean couldn't help but smile back. "Yeah, looks like. How you doin', Jo?" he asked politely.

"I'm doin' fine," Jo answered and nodded to Sam and Liz. "So, these your siblings?"

"I'm Liz and this is Sam," Liz said, introducing herself and Sam. "Dean told us about you and your mom, Jo."

"Glad to see you both are all right," said Jo, "and I'm sorry about yer dad, he was a good man."

"Where's Ash?" Sam asked, itching to keep the vision from coming true.

"In his back room," Jo answered.

Sam quickly brushed past her. "Great."

Liz sighed. "Sorry about that, Jo." And then went after him.

Dean chuckled. "Like Liz said, sorry, he's, we're…kind of on a bit of a timetable." And Jo nodded, understanding.

Sam approached a rough wooden door with a sign hanging on it that read: DR BADASS IS: IN, and he knocked on the door. "Ash? Hey, Ash?"

Both Dean and Liz soon joined him.

"Let me," Dean offered as he knocked on the door. "Hey, Dr. Badass?"

A few seconds later, the door was unlatched and opened a crack to reveal Ash, who was naked, and the Winchesters quickly averted their eyes.

"Sam? Liz? Dean?" he inquired, getting a few nods and grinned. "Sam, Liz, and Dean."

"Hey Ash," Sam said still keeping his eyes adverted. "Um. We need your help."

Ash grinned. "Well, hell then. Guess I need my pants." He then shut the door, and the Winchesters hurried away.

A short while later, Ash, now fully dressed, joined them at one of the tables with his homemade computer. "So, let me get this straight," he said, taking the info they had, "you're wanting me to team up with the hot Penelope Garcia again to find these special children who were visited by Azazel when they all turned six months old and fed demon blood just like you, Sam?"

"Yeah," Sam confirmed, doing his best to not mess with the cast on his right hand. "I know that we probably won't find them all, but if we can find enough to give them some warning of what might happen, it'll be worth it."

"Alright," said Ash, sorting through the paperwork. "So, where'd you want to start, guys?"

"Well, we know that only a small percentage of the kids that Azazel visited had nursery fires like we did," said Liz, sipping her beer. "So, let's start with them and then work up to the ones that haven't had that happen."

"I can do that," Ash agreed. "Is there anything else?"

"Yeah, can you see if any of these kids might live in an area with a bus that has this symbol on it?" Sam requested, pushing forward a napkin that he'd drawn the bus logo on.

"Sure," said Ash, snatching up the napkin and added it to the pile of papers. "Give me fifteen minutes."

While the Winchesters were waiting for Ash to do his computer thing, which involved trading information with Penelope online, both Liz and Sam were talking with Ellen as she and Jo worked on closing up since the last of the customers had left a short while ago.

Jo went over to the jukebox, inserted a few quarters, and pressed a few buttons on the jukebox and the opening chords to REO Speedwagon "Can't Fight This Feeling" began playing.

Dean, who was sitting at the bar with a beer bottle, looked up with a horrified expression on his face. Just then, Jo carried a tray to the bar and set it down, catching his eye.

`"I can't fight this feeling any longer.

And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow.

What started out as friendship,

Has grown stronger.

I only wish I had the strength to let it show."`

`"I tell myself that I can't hold out forever.

I said there is no reason for my fear.

Cause I feel so secure when we're together.

You give my life direction,

You make everything so clear…"`

"What?" she asked.

Dean raised his eyebrows while cringing on the inside. "REO Speedwagon?"

"Damn right REO," Jo confirmed, smiling. "Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart."

"He sings it from the hair," Dean corrected. "There's a difference."

Liz, who was sitting at a nearby table, almost snorted into her beer, but managed not to while she listened in, enjoying the fact that Dean had been caught off-guard.

Jo rolled her eyes and then changed the subject. "That profile you've got Ash looking for?"

Dean raised his eyebrows again. "Hmm."

"Your mom died the same way, didn't she?" Jo asked, thinking of what her mom had told her about the Winchesters. "A fire in Sam's nursery?"

Dean sighed, not liking where this was heading. "Look, Jo, its kind of a family thing."

"I could help," Jo offered, wanting to go on a hunt since her mom didn't want her following in her late father's footsteps.

"I'm sure you could," Dean agreed. "But we've got to handle this one ourselves. Besides, if I ran off with you I think your mother might kill me."

Ellen, who was cleaning glasses behind the bar, looked over at him, and Dean smiled nervously while Liz fought back another laugh.

Now Jo raised her eyebrows. "You're afraid of my mother?" she asked.

Dean nodded, gulping. "I think so."

At that moment, Sam hurried up behind Jo with a bunch of papers in his hands. "We have a match. We've gotta go."

"All right, Jo," Dean said as he stood up, Liz following suit. "See you later."

Soon they were back on the road, and to the confusion of Sam and Liz, Dean was singing lines from "Can't Fight This Feeling" for some reason.

"And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight," he sang. "You're a candle in the window on a cold dark winter night. And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might…"

After a few minutes of this, Sam finally spoke up. "You're kidding, right?"

"Yeah, are you seriously singing that song, Dean?" Liz asked, uncertainly.

Dean shrugged. "I heard the song somewhere, I can't get it out of my head, I don't know, man. Whaddya got?" he asked, now referring to the case.

Sam looked at a stack of papers. "Well, both Ash and Garcia managed to find some other special children who'd had nursery fires, and the one connected to my vision is in Guthrie, Oklahoma, which has the Blue Ridge bus lines running in it with that logo," he answered. "His name is Andrew Gallagher. Born five weeks early in eighty-three, just like me. Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like me." And he sighed.

"You think Azazel killed his mom?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged. "Sure looks like it."

Dean sighed. "Great, and I'm guessing this Gallagher guy is connected to your vision, right?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, since every premonition I've had, if they're not about Azazel they're about the other kids the demon visited. Like Max Miller, remember him?"

Both Dean and Liz groaned, remembering that guy all too well. "Yeah, but Max Miller was a pasty little psycho."

"The point is he was killing people," Sam pointed out. "And I was having the same type of visions about him. And now it could be happening all over again with this Gallagher guy."

"Unless we can talk him out of it first," Liz offered.

Dean could agree with that. "How do we find him?" he asked.

Sam shrugged. "Don't know," he admitted. "No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills - phone, credit, utilities…"

"Collection agency flags?" Liz asked.

Sam shook his head. "None in the system."

"They just let him take a walk?" Dean asked, exchanging a surprise look with Liz.

Sam shrugged again. "Seems like it. There's a work address from his last W-2, about a year ago. Let's start there."

The next day, the Winchesters, who were now wearing business suits, were sitting at a table at a coffee shop, where a young woman named Tracy, who was pouring coffee into a cup.

"You won't get anything out of Andy, guys," Tracy told them. "I'm sorry, but they never do."

""They"?" Sam repeated.

"You're debt collectors, right?" Tracy asked. "Once in a while they come by. I don't know what Andy says to them, but they never come back."

"Actually we're - we're lawyers," Dean told her. "Representing his Great Aunt Leta. She passed, God rest her soul, and left Andy a sizable estate."

Both Sam and Liz nodded, going with the cover story they'd came up with. "Yeah. So are you a friend of his?"

"I used to be, yeah," Tracy answered. "I don't see much of Andy anymore."

Just then, a guy named Weber came over and sat down at the table. "Andy? Andy kicks ass, man."

"Is that right?" Dean asked.

Weber nodded. "Yeah. Andy can get you into anything," he confirmed, grinning. "He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once, it was beautiful, bro."

"How about bussing a table or two, Weber?" Tracy suggested.

Weber pouted, but he did get up. "Yeah. You bet, boss." And he went back to work.

Tracy sighed; obvious this wasn't the first time she'd had to tell Weber to get back to work. "Look, if you want to find him, try Orchard Street," she suggested. "Just look for a van with a barbarian queen painted on the side."

"Barbarian queen?" Dean repeated.

Tracy nodded. "She's riding a polar bear. It's kind of hard to miss."

Soon, the Winchesters were staking out Orchard Street, and were watching the aforementioned van-with-barbarian-queen while the song "Stonehenge" from Spinal Tap played on the radio.

"I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet," Dean commented and looked over at Sam, who had an uncertain expression on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Sam lied.

"Sam, you look like you're sucking on a lemon, what's going on?" Dean asked again.

"Yeah, talk to us, Sammy," said Liz.

Sam sighed. "I can't stop thinking about what Azazel might have planned for me, this Andrew Gallagher, and the other people that Azazel had been feeding demon blood to; he wants us to be soldiers, and I'm worried that Andrew might be going down the same path that Max did," he confessed.

Dean fully understood that, and did his best to be reassuring. "Sam, we don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, all right? He could be innocent. And we don't even know what kind of ability he might have."

Sam knew that was true, but he still wasn't sure, yet. "My visions haven't been wrong yet," he pointed out.

Both Dean and Liz sighed. "What's your point?"

"My point is, I'm one of them," Sam stated. "Actually, I'm far above them after what Azazel did to me with that stupid demon blood."

Liz shook her head. "No, you're not."

"Dean, Liz, we all know that Azazel has plans for me and children like me," Sam reminded them.

"We know that, Sam," said Dean.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, maybe this is his plan, maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks; maybe we're all supposed to be-"

"What, killers? Soldiers?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded again. "Yeah. And Azazel wants me to be the leader of his army."

Dean shook his head. "That's not goin' to happen. You're not a murderer, Sam! You don't have it in your bones."

Sam gave him a skeptical look. "No? Last I checked…I kill all kinds of things."

"Those things were asking for it," Liz pointed out. "There's a difference."

Just then, Andy exited a building, wearing a pajamas and a long satin robe embroidered with dragons.

"Got him."

A woman in a second-story window waved to Andy, who blew her a kiss; he then greeted a man on the street, who smiled at him and handed him his coffee, which made the Winchesters suspect that he might have the same voice control that Sam was working on controlling. Further along, Andy greeted Dr. Jennings and shook his hand.

"That's him," Sam said, recognizing the guy from his vision. "That older guy, that's him, that's the shooter."

Dean nodded. "All right, you and Liz keep on him, I'll stick with Andy. Go."

Agreeing, both Sam and Liz got out of the car and followed Dr. Jennings on foot; meanwhile, Andy got in his van and drove off, and Dean followed in his car.

A few minutes later, Andy stopped, got out of the van, and walked back to Dean, who tucked a handgun into his jacket.

"Hey," Andy said, leaning against the car with an easy smile and a distinct smell of smoke around him.

"Hey, hey," Dean responded, doing his best to hide his nervousness.

"This is a cheery ride," Andy commented.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, thanks."

"Man, the '67? Impala's best year if you ask me," Andy remarked, eying the car. "This is a serious classic."

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "My dad gave it to me last year."

Andy was impressed. "Yeah?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, can't let a car like this one go." And he relaxed his grip on his handgun.

"Damn straight," Andy agreed. "Hey. Can I have it?"

"Sure, man," Dean said, unaware of what he was doing; he got out of the car, smiling, to let Andy in the driver's side.

Andy grinned. "Sweet."

"Hop right in there," Dean said cheerfully. "There ya go."

Andy chuckled. "Take it easy."

Dean nodded. "All right."

Andy drove off in the Impala, leaving Dean standing in the street, looking confused and then he realized what he'd just done. "Dammit!" It was official Andy had the voice control trick, too.

A/N: Dean just got whammy! R&R everyone!