What Makes a Killer

Chapter Two: Evil Twin

"Andy's definitely got the Jedi Mind powers," Dean said the moment Sam answered his phone. "I gave him the car."

"You what?" Sam almost shouted. "Wait, never mind, I know you couldn't stop it. I guess that explains how he got that guy to try and blow his brains out."

"And the way he got all those creditors off his case. Did you stop that man from killing himself?"

"Yeah," Sam replied, "but I'm worried —" He broke off, watching as Andy drove by in the Impala, talking very seriously on his phone. He looked over at the black man just as he snapped his phone shut and stepped in front of a moving bus.

He was dead instantly.

"Do you think he could affect me with the mind control powers, too?" Sam asked as Dean pulled him away from where the doctor had killed himself.

"I hope not," Dean said, "otherwise we're screwed. Now where's the damn car?"

They found the Impala a few blocks away, and Dean insisted on returning to where Andy had left his van. Breaking in was, of course, easy, and Dean soon seemed even more convinced that Andy couldn't have killed the doctor. "No killer has books this deep or Moby Dick's bong," he said. "It just can't be this kid."

"Dean, it's not me doin' it, so it has to be him!" Sam insisted as they drove away to get food and figure out their next move. "I just don't get why."

Dean merely offered a shrug as he pulled up to a Wendy's, ordered their food, and then found an abandoned parking lot to park in while eating. Sam spent the entire time in silence, wanting Dean to just listen to him. There was no way it couldn't be Andy doing this unless some other mind controller just happened to be in town, and the chances of that were so slim Sam didn't even bother hanging onto that idea. Instead, he focused on his salad and wondered if he'd have another vision, another chance to prove it was Andy.

"Why are you following me?" Sam and Dean started and turned to Sam's open window. Up close, Andy was short, but then, pretty much everyone was short to Sam.

"We're lawyers—" Sam started, but Andy cut him off.

"Tell the truth!"

"We're —"

"Shut up, Dean," Sam said, and Dean shut his mouth at once. I guess it doesn't affect me, he thought with a twinge of relief.

Andy frowned. "I ordered you," he said, sounding confused. "Tell me why you're following me!"

"We —"

"Shut up," Sam snapped again, and Dean slammed his mouth shut once more, looking both annoyed and grateful. Sam slammed out of the Impala and strode toward a terrified Andy.

"Leave me alone!" Andy yelled, stumbling over his feet in his haste to get away from Sam.

"It doesn't work on me," Sam said, continuing his advance. "I can do it, too, and I'm not gonna let my brother tell you anything you don't need to know."

"Wait, you can tell people what to do, too?"

Sam raised his eyebrows. "Notice how my brother told you nothing. Yes, Andy, I can do that and a lot more."

"More?" Andy looked positively freaked now.

"For example," Sam said, "I saw that man, the doctor? I saw him kill himself yesterday, and I stopped him from blowing his brains out only to watch him jump in front of a bus. Why'd you do it, Andy?"

"What? I never killed him!"

"I still don't think it's him," Dean called as he climbed out of the car, but Sam waved for him to keep his distance.

"Like I said before, it's not me," Sam replied, glaring over at his brother. "Is this the part where you tell me there's another psychic running around?"

Dan shrugged from the Impala. "Dunno," he said. "Could be."

"Wait, there's others like us?" Andy said.

"There's no one like me," Sam snapped. "The rest of you only have one ability each."

"Wait —"

"Visions, Andy," Sam cut the other man off. "I told you, I saw Dr. Jennings kill himself yesterday. I stopped him from offing himself one way only to see him do another, and both times? It was after getting a phone call."

Andy's mouth fell open. "There's another mind controller here, then," he finally managed. "I'd never kill the doctor, he was a good man."

A woman on fire.

Sam flinched away from the fire and pain clawing its way into his mind, blinking furiously and trying to focus. Please, not right now, he thought desperately. "Then we need to do more research," he heard Dean say before, "Sam? Sam, you okay?"

Gas station.

"Sammy!"

The woman was filling up her car when the phone call came. Within less than a minute, she was covered in gasoline and pulling out the heated up cigarette lighter from inside her car. And then she was burning… burning alive.

"Sam!" He was trying to focus, the heat slowing fading away to give Sam back to himself, and found himself staring over at Andy, who clearly did not have his cell phone out. "Sam, what'd you see?"

"A woman," he finally gasped out. "A woman on fire." And then the sound of sirens reached their ears, and Sam finally knew that Andy was telling the truth.

Dean went to go check out where the emergency vehicles were headed, while Sam and Andy stayed behind in the empty lot. "So," Andy said after a moment, "you have visions of people dying?"

Sam smiled slightly. "Yeah."

"Dude, that really sucks."

"I know," Sam said with a chuckle.

There was another moment of silence.

"How'd you even know I was here?" asked Andy. "How'd you know about my ability or anything?"

"Research," Sam answered. "You're not the first psychic that we've found."

"How many have you found, then?"

"So far," Sam said, running a hand through his hair, "two others besides you. One's dead and we haven't met the other one yet. I know there are more of us out there," he added, "but I'm still working on a way to find them apart from having more visions." Like Lily, he thought silently.

"Find them?" Andy echoed. "You say that like they follow a different pattern or something."

"Or something," Sam muttered as the Impala rolled back into the parking lot and Dean emerged. "Well?" he asked.

"Just like you said," Dean sighed, walking over. "I got a name and called Ash to check up on who she was, and get this." He looked between Sam and Andy. "This woman, Holly Beckett, she gave birth on the same day and year that Andy was born."

Sam turned back to Andy. "You were adopted?" he asked, and Andy nodded. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Never came up," was Andy's confused reply.

"We need to see your birth certificate," Dean said. He looked at Sam. "But there's one problem. It's hard-copy only."

Sam met Andy's eyes. "No problem," he said with a smile.

It was decided that Andy would keep people out of their way while they did their research. Sam found the copy of the birth certificate, and sure enough, Holly Beckett was Andy's birth mother. Even more importantly, however, were the facts that one, dead Dr. Jennings had helped Holly with the whole thing, and two, Holly gave birth to twins.

"I have an evil twin," Andy said faintly as he sat down on the nearest chair.

"You sure don't get to hear that everyday," Dean commented with a small grin.

I'm glad someone's getting a kick outta this, Sam thought dryly. "Right," he said with a roll of his eyes. "Anyway, you went to the Gallagher family, obviously, and your twin went to the... the Weems family from upstate."

"Wow," Andy said. "What's his name?"

"Uh… Anson Weems," Sam answered. Andy frowned and shook his head. "He's got a local address," Sam added after a moment. "Hang on, let me get the photo ID printed up."

When the photo came through from the DMV, Sam was shocked. He knew Andy had worked at a diner before his got his ability, he and Dean had even visited the place in their quest to find the kid, but he never once suspected the awkward server who proclaimed Andy's awesomeness was the evil twin brother. And then he remembered something else.

Two boys. They looked similar like the thought of twins, but they weren't identical. A girl, about the jump at the words of one, while the other tried to make her stop. Shouting. Was that Dean's voice? His own? The girl, teetering on the edge, and then one boy found a gun and shot the other dead.

Words. Control, do what they say. Dean does, Sam feels nothing. More children affected by Azazel.

Oh. So this was what that vision had been about. "That girl at the diner," Sam said, "what's her name again?"

"Uh, you mean Tracy?" Andy asked, and yes, that was the same girl.

"He wants her out of the way," Sam told Andy, hating to see the color drain from his face.

"What? How do you know?" But Sam knew they were running out of time, and he ushered them out to the Impala.

"Where's the dam?" he asked.

"Uh…"

"The dam? Sam, what —?"

The vision slammed into him without warning.

Dean prided himself on his ability to tell when Sam was about to have a vision. He'd watched him have enough by this point, he figured. However, the way Sam's hands suddenly flew to his head completely startled him, and when Sam's knees buckled, he was almost too late to catch him before he could slump over completely.

"Sam!" he yelled, clutching at Sam's shoulders. "Damn it, he's got the worst timing!" He turned to look at Andy. "What d'you know about Anson?"

"What?" Andy started from his staring at Sam. "Oh, he uh, he just showed up like, eight months ago? Acts like he's my best friend, but it was really weird, like he was trying too hard or something."

"He must have known you guys are twins," Dean said, staring at him. "Why wouldn't he tell you? Why use a different name?"

"No clue," Andy answered with a helpless shrug. Suddenly, Sam gasped and Dean could see the lucidity returning to his eyes.

"Sam? What happened?"

Sam gasped for breath, clutching at his forehead with one hand and grasping Dean's shirt tightly in the other. "He's gonna make Tracy jump off the dam," he answered, struggling to stand up. "We've gotta go now!"

The drive was made in tense silence.

"Dean, three of us can control your mind without a problem," Sam argued when they parked a short distance away from the dam. "We can't risk Anson going after you."

"Then I'll stay back with the rifle," Dean insisted, pulling it out of the trunk. "I'm not letting the two of you go in without some kind of back up."

"What if he can control people without saying anything?" Sam shot back, and Dean found himself caught off-guard by the question.

"Without talking?"

"Yes, Dean," Sam said harshly. "The way he's acting, and —" He suddenly broke off and turned away. "I'm almost positive he's put a lot more effort into mastering this ability than either of us," he finally said, gesturing between himself and Andy. "Please Dean, stay back, okay?"

Dean sighed, not liking this at all, especially the way Sam seemed to know more than he was saying. "Fine," he finally said, "but you be careful, all right?"

Sam nodded, snagged his gun and set off, Andy hurrying to keep up with his long strides. Dean closed the trunk of the Impala and sat on top of it. He sincerely hoped he wasn't making a mistake by letting them go.

And here's chapter 2. One more to go before we begin the journey into uncharted territory. Or whatever. Anywho, leave a comment, I wanna know what you think. Even a simple "I liked this chapter" would be better than nothing. Thanks for reading!

-Yami Faerie