Supernatural: Simon Says
A/N: Surprise! So, after the issues of the past two weeks, I decided to post the next chapter today and will go back to the normal routine next week.
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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 TWO: CONFRONTATION
"Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent on usury, nor men have lent to me on usury; yet every one of them doth curse me."
Jeremiah 15: 10
Meanwhile, Sam and Liz were watching Dr. Jennings from a safe distance and exchanged a look when his cell phone rang, and he answered it.
"Hello," said Dr. Jennings cheerfully and then his expression changed, his eyes gazing over slightly. "Yeah."
Sam saw the Blue Ridge bus approaching, and both he and Liz crossed in front of it toward the sporting goods store.
"You stay out here and keep an eye on him," Liz told Sam and ran up the steps and inside, looking around; she saw the clerk and bystanders from Sam's vision. Thinking quickly, she turned and pulled the fire alarm, ducking back out before anyone spotted her and rejoined Sam.
Dr. Jennings approached the store, but hearing the alarm go off he stopped, confused, and then turned and walked away.
"Good job, Liz," said Sam, relieved as they returned to the sidewalk and watched Dr. Jennings; it was then that they saw Andy drive by in the Impala! They stared in shock. "Was that-?"
"How did he get the Impala away from Dean?" Liz wondered.
Distracted by this, they didn't see Dr. Jennings get another cell phone call.
"Hello?" he said cheerfully and then his face went blank. "Yeah? All right."
Sam immediately called Dean. "Dean! Andy's got the Impala!"
`"I know!"` Dean complained. `"He has the same Jedi mind trick like you do; he asked me for it and I, I let him take it."`
"You what?!" both Sam and Liz exclaimed.
`"He full-on Obi-Wanned me,"` Dean stated, furious that he'd been tricked again. `"It's mind control, man! Just like what you've been doing to me and Liz for the last few weeks."`
"Sam!" Liz suddenly shouted, but it was too late, and they could only watch in horror as Dr. Jennings walked in front of a bus, which slammed into him at full speed.
As the paramedics put Dr. Jennings' into a body bag, both Sam and Liz were sitting on the curb nearby, looking both upset and ill; Dean was crouching behind them, one hand on Sam's back and his other hand on Liz's shoulder.
"We kept him out of the gun store," Sam said, both sad and shaken. "I thought he was okay. I thought he was past it…at least…I should have stayed with him."
"We both should've," Liz agreed.
"Hey, you both did the best that you could," Dean told them, making them both stand up. "Now let's go find the car." And they left the sickening scene.
Back at the diner, Weber was busing dishes when Andy entered, looking upset.
"Andy! Whassup, dog?" said Weber, raising a hand to high-five Andy, but ignored him and headed for Tracy.
"Andy! What are you doing here?" Tracy asked, both surprised and happy to see him.
"Doctor Jennings…he's dead," Andy informed her, his face was pale and he was clearly shaken by the news.
"Oh no, I'm sorry," Tracy gasped; she, like most of the people in town had known Dr. Jennings for their entire lives since he'd single-handed had brought them all into the world and had been there to patch them up whenever they'd gotten hurt or sick.
Andy sniffed; unaware that Weber was watching them both from behind the counter. "I don't know, I, I, was, I was upset, and I wanted to see you," he admitted.
Tracy put her hands on his. "Well, I'm glad you did. I um, I've missed you," she told him honestly. "Oh, you know what? Some guys were here this morning looking for you."
Andy frowned, confused. "What guys?"
It didn't take very long for the Winchesters to find the Impala, and they approached it from across the street.
"Thank god!" Dean exclaimed, relieved as he quickly moved over to the car and patted it while peering inside. "Oh. I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again. Well, at least he left the keys in it," he added and Liz sighed with relief.
"Yeah," Sam scoffed. "Real Samaritan, this guy."
Dean rolled his eyes and faced their little brother. "Okay, so he has the same ability like you, and – apparently – has plenty of practice since it explains how he managed to get those creditors off his back repeatedly…but I don't think he's the killer."
"The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus," Sam pointed out. "Andy must have called him or something. 'cause when Liz and I saw him in the Impala, he was talking on a cell phone."
Dean shrugged, clearly not convinced. "I don't know, maybe."
"Beg your pardon?" Sam asked.
"I just don't know if he's our guy, Sam," Dean admitted.
Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing while Liz looked between them, fearing another fight breaking out.
"Dean, you had O.J. convicted before he got out of his white Bronco and you have doubts about this?" Sam demanded.
"He just doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type, that's all," Dean said honestly. "You know. And O.J. was guilty," he added.
"Either way," Liz said, cutting in, "how are we going to track this guy down?"
Dean thought for a moment and then grinned. "Not a problem."
One quick car drive later, the Winchesters approached Andy's blue van from the back.
"Not exactly an inconspicuous ride," Dean joked, making sure that there was no one around while Liz clicked a few pictures with her phone. "Let's have a look." He pulled a small crowbar out of his jacket and pried open the back door. Inside, they found a disco ball, fur rugs, a tiger painted on the wall, several thick books, and an enormous bong.
"Oh. Oh, come on," Dean laughed while Liz took pictures of the interior and emailed them off to the BAU team to look at. "This is…this is magnificent, that's what this is. Not exactly a serial killer's lair, though. There's no…clown paintings on the walls, or scissors stuck in victims' photos. I like the tiger."
"How about we let some professional profilers decide on that," Liz suggested, receiving confirmation that the pictures have made it.
Sam looked at the books. "Hegel, Kant, Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading, Dean, Liz," he remarked.
Dean agreed and picked up the enormous bong. "Yeah, and uh, and Moby Dick's bong."
The Winchesters went to a local mini-market to get some lunch and then Sam talked his way into getting info on the late Dr. Jennings, and they were getting ready to stake out Andy's van when Liz's phone rang. It was Derek Morgan.
"Hey, Morgan, how'd you guys doin'?" Dean asked once Liz had her phone on speaker.
`"We've been better,"` Morgan answered. `"Elle's left the FBI, guys."`
"What? Why?" Sam asked, exchanging startled looks with Dean and Liz.
Morgan sighed. `"Long story short, she shot a guy in…what seemed to be…self-defense who was raping women in hopes of getting them pregnant, and I guess she wasn't as recovered emotionally and mentally from being shot as we all thought."`
"Man, that sucks," Dean commented, already missing Elle Greenaway.
`"Yeah, so we looked at those pics you sent us,"` Morgan said, changing the subject. `"And what you found in that van hardly screams serial killer to us; however, Penelope is doin' a second background check on that Andy guy and also on the late Dr. Jennings just to be sure."`
"Thanks, Derek," said Sam, gratefully. "Let us know what you find."
`"I will, later."`
Several hours had now passed with no sign of Andy; Dean was eating something in a foil wrapper while Sam studied a stack of papers he'd obtained earlier, and Liz was dozing in the back seat.
"Ugh," Dean groaned, crumbling up the wrapper and tossed it into the backseat, getting a yelp of protest from Liz. "You know, one day I'd love to just sit down and eat something I didn't have to microwave at a mini-mart."
"And I rather you didn't throw your trash back here, Dean," Liz added, beaming him in the back of his head with the wrapper. "Go find a trash can." And the two of them started arguing.
"What I don't get is the motive," Sam complained, interrupting the verbal battle. "I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean, why would Andy waste him?"
"If it is Andy," Dean commented.
Sam sighed. "Dude, enough."
"What?"
"The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus," Sam pointed out. "Andy just happens to have the power of mind control, just like I do. You do the math."
Dean sighed. "I just don't think the guy's got it in him, that's all."
"Well, how the hell would you know?" Sam asked. "I mean, why are you bending over backwards defending him?"
Dean gave him a hard look. "'Cause you're not right about this. Come on, Liz, back me up here."
"Hey, I'm reserving judgment until we get more evidence," Liz said, her hands raised defensively.
At that exact moment, Andy appeared suddenly at Sam's open window, slamming his hands down and leaning in, startling the Winchesters.
"Hey! You think I haven't seen you three?" Andy snarled. "Why are you following me?" and both Dean and Liz twitched with stunned expression.
"Well, we're lawyers," Sam began calmly. "See, a relative of yours has passed aw-"
"Tell the truth!"
Sam turned toward Liz and Dean, and fired off a quick order of his own, having realized what Andy was trying to do. "Be quiet." And his siblings quickly shut their mouths.
"I said tell the truth!" Andy repeated angrily.
"Don't say a word," Sam ordered his siblings, "and put your hands over your ears until I can get him away from the car." And both Dean and Liz did this with mixed grateful and frustrated expressions.
Now scared, Andy backed away from the car as Sam, who was glad that the guy's ability couldn't affect him, got out. "Just leave me alone."
Sam shook his head and kept advancing.
"What are you doing?" Andy asked, still backing away. "Look, I, I said leave me alone. All right? Get out of here, just start driving and never stop."
"Doesn't to work on me, Andy," Sam told him, glancing back when they were a fair distance away from the Impala, and was glad to see that both Dean and Liz weren't covering their ears anymore.
"What?" Andy asked, now confused as well as scared.
"You can make people do things, can't you? You can tell them what to think," Sam stated. "I can do that and a whole lot more, which is why my brother and sister didn't do what you'd ordered them to do," he added, noticing that his siblings had gotten out of the car, and he held up a hand, warning them not to come closer.
Andy shook his head, clearly spooked. "That…that's crazy."
"It all started about a year ago, didn't it?" Sam asked. "After you turned twenty-two. Little stuff at first, and then you got better at controlling it."
"How do you know all this?" Andy asked.
"Because the same thing happened to me, Andy," Sam explained. "My mom died in a fire, too. Like I said before…I have abilities too. You see, we're connected, you and me."
This was too much for Andy. "You know what? Just, just, just, just get out of here, all right?!" and he tried to leave.
Sam blocked his attempt. "Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?"
Now Andy was just confused. "What?"
Just then, Sam's head began to hurt, the only warning that he was going to have a vision, and got a flash of fire, and a hand holding a gas pump; he cringed, trying to keep it back and did his best to focus on Andy. "Why did you kill him?"
"I didn't!" Andy protested.
Sam cringed again as the vision hit with full force.
A middle-aged blond woman, named Holly, with leather gloves and a long black coat was pumping gas into an SUV. When her cell phone rang, she answered.
"Hello?" she asked and her expression went blank as a flash of fire, a man shying away from it went through her mind. "Sure. I can do that."
She closed the phone and leaned into the car, pressing down the cigarette lighter; she then pulled out the gas pump and started drenching herself in gasoline. A gas station employee across the way saw her.
"Hey! Lady, what are you doing?!"
Holly tossed aside the gas pump, pulled the cigarette lighter out, and stepped into the open, holding her arms out. "It's gonna be okay."
She then lowered the cigarette lighter to her drenched arm.
"Lady, no! No!"
She burst into flames, calmly lying down on the ground as the man backed away and watched in horror.
"Sammy!"
"Sam!"
The vision ended and Sam clutched at his head as he began to fall; both Dean and Liz ran over to catch him, having realized he'd just had another vision, and lowered him gently to the asphalt.
"Sam? What is it?" Dean asked.
Andy stared at them with wide eyes. "Look, I didn't do anything to him."
"Just stay right there," Liz ordered.
"A woman," Sam gasped. "A woman burning alive."
"What else you get?" Liz asked.
Sam struggled to sit up and focus, which wasn't easy since his head felt like it was gonna fall off any second. "A gas station, a woman is gonna kill herself."
"What does he mean, going to?" Andy asked. "What is he, what is –"
"Shut up!" Dean snapped.
"She gets triggered by a call on her cell," Sam added, still breathing hard.
"When?" Liz asked.
"I don't know," Sam admitted as his siblings helped him stand. "But as long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch he can't hurt her."
Andy groaned. "I didn't hurt anybody."
"Yeah, not yet," Sam retorted; just then a fire engine roared past, sirens blaring, and they turned to watch it. "Go."
Not wasting a second, both Dean and Liz ran off to follow the siren; Andy tried to step past Sam, who stopped him with a hand on his chest. "No, not you. You're staying here with me."
The firemen were putting out the fire, and paramedics were standing by to collect the remains.
Both Liz and Dean were fighting the impulse to gag on the stench of burnt flesh as they called Sam to give him an update.
"Hey, it's me," Dean said. "She's dead. Burned up, just like you said."
`"When?"` Sam asked.
"Like minutes before we got here, I mean the smell hasn't even cleared," Dean answered, grimacing and Liz clamped her hands over her nose and mouth. "What's up with your visions, man? This wasn't even a head start."
`"I don't know, all right?"` Sam snapped, upset that they were too late…again. `"I can't control them, I don't know what the hell is going on."`
"Listen, you were with Andy when this whole thing went down, so it, it can't be him, it's gotta be somebody else doing this," Dean pointed out.
`"That doesn't make any sense,"` Sam protested, but it was obvious from his tone that he was starting to believe it.
"What else is new?" Dean sighed. "Well, Liz and I will dig around here, see what else we can find."
While waiting for Dean and Liz to get back, Sam and Andy were sitting across from each other on an abandoned truck, having just explained to him about everything.
"So you get these premonitions of people about to die?" Andy asked, taking it a lot better than expected, and Sam nodded. "And some yellow-eyed demon fed us all demon blood when we were babies? And you were force-fed more demon blood to wake up even more abilities? That's impossible."
Sam laughed, wishing that it was. "A lot of people would say the same thing about what you do."
Andy chuckled. "But…death visions."
Sam nodded. "Yeah."
"Dude, that sucks," Andy stated. "I mean, like, when I got my mind thing? It was like a gift, you know, it was, it was like I won the Lotto."
"But you still live in a van," Sam pointed out. "I don't get it, I mean, you could, you could have anything you ever wanted."
Andy shrugged. "I mean, I, I got everything I need."
"So you're really not a killer, huh?" Sam asked.
Andy laughed. "That's what I've been trying to tell you!"
Sam was relieved. "That's good. Means there's hope for both of us. And now that you know about Azazel, you'll be able to resist his plan, too."
Just then, Dean and Liz pulled up in the Impala, and both Sam and Andy stood as they got out of the car.
"Victim's name was Holly Becket, forty-one, single," Dean announced.
"Who is she?" Sam asked Andy.
Andy shrugged. "I've never heard of her."
"We called both Ash and Garcia on the way over here," Liz told them, "and they came up with a little something. Apparently Holly Becket gave birth when she was eighteen years old, back in 1983. Same day you were born, Andy."
Realization dawned on Sam and he looked at Andy. "Andy, were you adopted?" he asked.
Andy nodded. "Well, yeah."
"You were?" Dean asked, dumbfounded. "And you neglected to mention that?"
"Never really came up," Andy admitted. "I mean, I, I never knew my birth parents, and, and like you said my adopted mom died when I was a baby – do you, do you think this Holly woman could actually be my m-"
"I don't know," Dean answered. "Penelope tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they're hard copy only, sealed in the county office."
Andy grinned. "Well, screw that."
A/N: Use the Force, Andy. R&R everyone!