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"Here you go guys." I told three Hunters as I placed their beers down on the table and got cheesy pickup lines in turn. I walked over to the bar and leaned on it, sighing.

"It gets easier to ignore the flirting." I looked at Jo and she smiled.

"I'll believe that when I see it. Heard anything about the boys yet?" She shook her head and I sighed again. A few hours later Jo was hustling a hunter at a shooting game and the boys had finally arrived. Dean walked in first and I shot them a bright smile. "And here I thought you forgot about me." Dean looked at me a moment before smirking.

"No one could forget you." He winked and I rolled my eyes. That's the problem.

"Just can't stay away, huh?" Jo asked Dean and I smiled at Sam, receiving a nervous one back. Dean chuckled before he answered.

"Yeah, looks like. How you doin' Jo?"

"Where's Ash?" Sam interrupted and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"In his back room." Jo answered as if it should be obvious.

"Great." Sam said before walking away.

"And I'm fine." Jo commented, watching him leave.

"Sorry he's, we're, a bit of on a tight time table." Dean walked away too, making Jo and I pass each other curious looks. Dean, Sam, and Ash made their way to a table and looking on a laptop and searching for demons. Sam said something about a house fire, the night of their six month birthday. Dean went to the bar wile Jo played a song on the jukebox while I stayed by the bar, until I saw a flash of purple light. That looked like Loki's. But, it couldn't be, it was purple.

"We have a match, we gotta go." Sam told Dean ad I stood up too.

"Alright Jo, see you later." We piled into the Impala and drove to the next location. They had tried to protest but I wouldn't hear of it.

"You're kidding, right?" Sam asked, interrupting Deans singing and I laughed.

"I heard the song somewhere, I can't get it out of my head, I don't know man. What do ya got?" Sam looked at him a moment before looking back down at the papers in his lap.

"Andrew Gallagher. Born in eighty-three, like me, lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like me."

"You think a demon killed his mom?" Dean asked him.

"Sure looks like it."

"How did you even know to look for this guy?" Sam glanced at me before sighing, then answering.

"Every premonition I've had-" I cut him off.

"You have premonitions?" I asked him, slightly surprised.

"Good going, Sammy." I ignored Dean while Sam nodded.

"We'll fill you in later. Anyway, the premonition's around the other kids the demon visited. Max Miller, remember him?"

"Yeah but Max Miller was a basic little psycho."

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

"How do we find him?" I asked them.

"I don't know." Sam admitted. "No current address, no current employment. Still owes money on all his bills, phone, credit, utilities."

"Collection agency flags?" Dean asked him.

"Unassisted."

"They just let him take a walk?"

"Seems like it." Sam explained to us and I raked my brain for any possible answers but I just came up with 0-8-4's which didn't exist here. "There's a work address for his last w-2, about a year ago. Let's start there." Sam said and Dean agreed, then they told me all about Sam's premonitions.

"So, you can't control them." I clarified as we entered a diner and he nodded.

"No, they just happen." I nodded and sat down at a table. The waitress began filling our coffee cups while Dean asked about Andrew.

"You won't get anything out of Andy, guys." She said with a sort of shrug. "I'm sorry but they never do." She explained to us while we pretended to be lawyers.

"'They?" Sam asked her.

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

"Actually," I piped in locking eyes with Dean. "We're Lawyers."

"Representing his great-Aunt Lita. She passed, god rest her soul, left Andy a sizable estate." Dean explained to her.

"Yeah, so are you a friend of his?" Sam asked her and she sighed.

"I used to be, yeah. I don't see much of Andy anymore." A man came up behind her and he just creeped me out, like Garrett had, set me on edge.

"Andy? The guy said and sat down at the only available sit, next to me. I scooted my chair closer to Dean. "Andy kicks-ass, man."

"Is that right?" Dean asked him, looking bored.

"Yeah, Andy can get you into anything man, he even got me backstage at Aerosmith once, it was beautiful bro." He laughed quietly when the waitress spoke again.

"How about busing a table or two, Webber?" He looked between us.

"Yeah, you bet boss." He grabbed the old coffee cup and walked away.

"Look, if you want to try to find him, try Orchard Street. Just look for the van with the barbarian queen painted on the side." She explained to us.

"Barbarian queen?" Dean asked.

"She's riding a polar bear. It's kind of hard to miss." She stated before walking away.

"Well, that shouldn't be that hard to find." I stated as I took a sip of my coffee.

"We should go now." Dean said and I sighed before following them.

"You're not used to moving around fast, are you?" Sam asked me as we changed back into our normal clothes once more of jeans, t-shirts, and boots.

"Not really. I mean, when Hydra took over we couldn't stay in a place for long. I wasn't even allowed to leave the tower with all my information ll over the world. A lot of people were, well I guess are, interested in me." I sighed as we put our stuff back in the bags and head back to the Impala.

"No offense, but why are there many people interested in you?" I mocked pouted at Dean.

"And here I thought we had something special. That was real hurtful, Deanne." He glared at me while Sam stifled a half laugh with a cough. "My old Russian teacher is a master assassin. Or In your Marvel comics, Black Widow." Sam's eyes widened and he took a non-noticeable, by anyone other than those who can feel vibrations wouldn't have felt, away.

"Oh." Sams aid and he cleared his throat.

"Oh? Who's Black Widow." I smirked at Dean.

"I could show you."

"No way." Same said and I just shot him a smile.

"Relax, I was just kidding." He didn't think so and I felt a pang of guilt. Whatever, I shouldn't complain. I haven't told them all about me yet. We put our bags in the trunk and got in, heading to Orchard Street. We found the van easily enough and I got out, walking around, while the brothers stayed in the car, watching the van. I perched on a building and saw Sam get out of the car. I ran up to him and put my arm around his waist, leaning on him. He shot me a look but I just smiled, glancing at the man we were following.

"That him?" I asked Sam as we made our way down the path.

"Yeah, that's the shooter." I nodded against his arm and we continued following after him. We stopped once he answered his phone and we saw a bus go by. We ran to the gun store and Sam pulled the alarm. We walked back outside to see the shooter walk away. We stood there, dumbfounded as the Impala drove by, with Andrew driving. Sam called Dean as the shooters phone rang again.

"Dean, Andy's got the Impala."

"I know! He just sort of asked for it , and I let him take it."

"You what?"

"He full on Obi-Wan'd me. It's mind control, man." Dean explained and I sighed. I watched the shooter walk into the street and the bus coming, too fast to stop.

"No!" I yelled and started forward but it was too late. The bus ran the shooter over and he was dead. Sam, Dean, and I watched the paramedics load the body into the ambulance and I squeezed Sam's hand.

"I kept him out of the gun store. I thought he was okay. I thought he was past it. At least I should have stayed with him." Sam said and I faced him.

"It's not your fault, Sam. I was with you too but Andy was the one who did this, and we need to find him before anything else happens." I told them and he nodded. We went walking around and found the Impala. Dean hit Sam and we moved towards it.

"Thank god." Dean exclaimed and I rolled my eyes at him. "I'm sorry baby. I'll never leave you again. At least he left the keys in it." Dean commented dryly.

"Yeah, real Samaritan this guy." Sam quipped back.

"It looks like he can't use his mojo just by twitching his nose. He's gotta use verbal commands." Dean explained.

"The doctor just got off his phone when he walked in front of the bus." I informed him.

"Andy must have called him or something." Sam said with a sigh and I wished my powers extended to verbal talking instead of just holding a body still.

"I don't know, maybe." Dean said and we both looked at him.

"Beg your pardon?" Sam asked him, looking outraged.

"I just don't know if he's our guy, Sam." Dean tried explaining.

"You had O.J convicted before he got out of his white bronco, and you have doubts about this?"

"He just doesn't seem like the stone cold killer type, that's all. And O.J was guilty."

"Either way," I cut them off before they could argue any more. "How are we going to track him down?" We thought for a moment before Dean spoke.

"Not a problem." We went to Andy's van and stood by the back..

"Not exactly an inconspicuous ride. Let's have a look." Dean said while he took out the crowbar from his coat. The back opened and it reminded me of a bad 60's movie theme. "Oh come on. This is, this is magnificent, that's what this is." Dean said and I snorted, blushing at their amused looks. Dean said how he didn't think he was a cold blooded killer and we moved to the Impala, watching the van once more. Dean ate a sandwich and started arguing but I let them go at it when Andy showed up.

"Hey! You think I haven't seen you three? Why are you following me?" Andy asked, looking at us.

"Well, we're lawyers." I heard Sam start but my head was pounding, fighting against whatever Andy was doing.

"Tell the truth."

"That's what I'm-" Sam began but Dean cut him off.

"We hunt demons." Dean explained and I stared at him.

"What?" Andy asked him.

"Dean." Sam looked at him.

"We hunt demons, spirits, things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam's my brother, Claudia came from another dimension."

"Dean, shut up." Sam pleaded with him.

"I'm trying." Dean explained, sounding bored. "He's psychic, kind of like you Well, not really like you but see, he thinks you're a murderer and he's afraid he's going to become one himself cause you're all a part of something terrible. I hope to hell that he's wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared that he might be right."

"Okay, you know what? Just leave me alone." I felt the familiar power but nothing happened once more besides the pounding.

"Okay." Dean answered and Sam looked at him before following Andy and I followed Sam.

"What are you doing?" He looked at us and put his hands up. "I said leave me alone. Get out of here and just start driving and never stop!"

"Doesn't work on us Andy." I explained as we surrounded him.

"What?" He asked at a complete loss.

"You can make people do things, can't you? Tell them what to think." Sam asked him, holding up a hand to stop Dean.

"That's crazy." Andy said, nervous smile plastered on his face.

"All started a year ago, didn't it? After you turned twenty-two. Little stuff at first, then you got better at controlling it."

"How do you know all this?" Andy asked and I almost didn't want to roll my eyes just for the fact it used energy. Minute energy, but energy non the less.

"Cause the same thing happened to me, Andy." Sam began to explain. "My mom died in a fire too, I have abilities too. You see we're connected you and me."

"You know what? Just get, get out of here! Alright?" Sam and I followed him as he tried to walk away.

"Why did you have the doctor walk in front of the bus." Sam plainly asked him and he looked stricken.

"What?" Andy asked him, sounding slightly confused. I looked at Sam and he had his eyes closed tight, moving his head to the sides.

"Sam?" I asked him as if I were talking to a small child.

"Why did you kill him?" Sam asked him, voice deeper.

"I didn't." Andy clarified and I watched Sam close his eyes and move his head once more.

"Dean!" I yelled for him as soon as Sam started swaying on his feet. Sam grunted and Dean caught him before he fell to the ground.

"Sam. What is it?" Dean asked him as he gripped Sam's arms. I flicked my gaze between the two, wanting to keep an eye on Andy.

"I didn't do anything to him." Andy said as he crouched to their height.

"A woman, a woman burning alive." Sam told us.

"Where is she?" Dean asked him in full Hunter mode.

"A gas station. A woman is going to kill herself."

"What does he mean 'going to'? What is he-"

"Shut up." Dean cut him off, giving him best 'I'll kill you look' and turned his attention back to Sam.

"It's triggered by a call on her cell." Sam explained, looking at Andy as sirens where heard.

"When?" Dean asked, helping him up.

"I don't know. As long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch he can't hurt her." Sam said as he continued to glare at Andy.

"Yeah, not yet." Sam countered. We all watched the firetruck go by in silence. Sam and Dean looked at each other a moment before Sam told Dean to go, who didn't need to be told twice. Andy made to move but Dean cut him off.

"No, not you. You're staying here with us." He looked like he wanted to retaliate but stopped. We stood around for a while until a blinding light distracted me. I looked down the alley but whatever it was, it was gone. Sam answered his phone, talking to Dean, and I stood by Andy.

"My powers didn't effect you." Andy stated and I nodded, the question burning in his eyes and I smiled.

"That's a secret for another day." I told him and he nodded slightly still staring at me. Once Sam was off the phone, we moved to a small sitting area and Sam explained his power.

"You get these premonitions, of people about to die?" Andy asked and Sam nodded. "That's impossible." I smiled and wondered what he would think of mine.

"A lot of people would say the same thing about what you do." "But death visions?" "Yeah." "Dude, that sucks. 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. I don't get it. I mean, you could have anything you ever wanted." Andy shrugged. "I, I have everything I need." "So, you're really not a killer, huh?" "That's, That's what I've been trying to tell you." "That's good. It means there's hope for both of us." I smiled softly at Sam. "There is always hope, Sammy. Even in the darkest times when there is just a small glimmer of light, that could tip the scales in your favor." They both stared at me a moment before Andy smiled. "Get that from a book somewhere?" I smiled back from him and stood as I heard the Impala. "More like personal experience." We all stood once Dean parked the car and we met him by the hood. "Victims name was Holly Beckett, forty-one, single." We all turned to Andy. "Who is she?" Sam asked him and he shook his head. " Never heard of her." "Called Ash on the way over here, he came up with a little something. Apparently Holly Beckett gave birth, eighteen years old, back in eighty-three. Same day you were born, Andy." Dean told Andy. "Andy, were you adopted?" Sam asked him and Andy just looked like 'duh.' "Well, yeah." "You were?" Dean asked him. "And you neglected to mention that?" Dean asked him and I couldn't help the eye roll. "Sometimes people don't like talking about being adopted." I commented but Andy spoke anyway. "Never really came up." Andy told us. "I mean I never knew my birth parents. And like he said, my adopted mom died when I was a baby, did you think this Holly woman could actually be my-" Andy was cut off by Dean. "I don't know. Tried to get a copy of the birth records but they're hard copy only, sealed n the county office." "Screw that." Andy said and we made our way to the County office, easily able to go in thanks to Andy's powers. We found out Holly was in fact his mother, and the doctor was the one to oversee the adoption. We think the one who killed them was his twin brother who he just found out about. "I have an evil twin." Was Andy's response and we found out he lived here. He was the guy from the diner that had sat with us, Webber. We were going back to the diner when Sam had another vision. This time it was Tracey, the waitress, on a dam We pulled over by it and while Dean stayed back, Sam, Andy, and I went towards the parked car. Sam broke the drivers window with the gun and pointed it at Webber. "Get out of the car, now!" "You really don't want to do this." Webber said and I felt the familiar pressure and Sam punched him. Andy opened the door and pulled Tracey out while I tried to stay hidden. "Don't move." Sam said as he duct tapped Webber's mouth and Andy tried to attack him. I noticed Tracey's vibrations were moving and the next thing I knew, she had hit Sam in the back with a thick branch. "Tracey stop! I said stop it." Andy told her and she dropped the branch. Webber ripped off the tape and I moved closer, trying to see if Sam was okay. "How did you do that?" Andy asked him. "Practice, bro. If you had practiced you would know. Sometimes, you don't need to use your words if you have to." Webber commented as he pointed to his head. "I can use this. Sometimes the headaches worth it." I stopped my movement towards Sam immediately once I felt Tracy move to the edge of the dam. I focused on the water in her blood and held onto her, making sure she wouldn't go anywhere as the brothers argued. "Why did you kill our mother? And why, why Dr. Jennings?" Andy asked him pleadingly. "Because they split us up! They ruined our lives, Andy! We could've been together this whole time, instead of alone. I, I couldn't, I couldn't let 'em do that, I couldn't let 'em get away with that. No." Webber told him. I walked over to Tracey and she stared at me, watery eyes and wide eyed. While the brothers turned towards Dean I moved her away from the edge. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." I whispered to her as I heard Webber speak. "I see you." My head whipped in Dean's direction and my heart beat faster. "Bye, bye." "Dean!" I yelled as a gunshot rang out and was happily greeted with Webber's body on the ground. I let out a shaky breath I didn't realize I was holding. I released my hold on Tracey and she ran to Andy , who had shot Webber. Once morning came the police showed up and while Andy talked to them, I stood by the wall with Dean and Sam while Sam was being checked by a paramedic. "Look at him, he's getting better at it." Sam commented and I just nodded. Andy smiled at Tracey but she just looked around, away from him. He walked over to us with a sigh. "She won't even look at me." "Yeah, she's pretty shaken up." Same told him. "No it's, different. I never used my mind thing on her before, before last night. She's scared of me now." "Sometimes," I began as he looked at me. "Even if people are afraid, scared, they do it anyway, if it means being with or doing something you care about. Just give her time." I commented with a small smile and he nodded. "More life lessons?" He asked and I laughed softly. "Something similar to it." I commented and he smiled slightly. "Andy I hate to do this but um, we have to get out of here." Andy sighed, shaking his head and looked at the ground. Sam pulled out a card and gave it to him. "Here, I wrote down my cell. You don't have to be alone in this, alright? If anything comes up, call me up." We started walking away when Andy spoke. "What am I supposed to do now?" He asked, looking lost even with a smile. "You be good, Andy." Dean told him. "Or we'll be back." We made our way back to the Impala and I ignored the boys once they were talking. A glimmer of purple caught my attention and I was drawn to something in the nearby grass. I strode to it and picked up a small piece of torn black leather. I stood up and walked back to the Impala, glancing at Dean's coat. There were no holes or rips, perfectly fine.

"Ellen. What's going on?" I heard Dean say as I slid into the backseat, putting the torn piece of leather into my pocket. "Yeah, we'll be right there." The ride was silent as we made our way back to the roadhouse. We got inside and took a seat at the bar.

"Jo." Ellen said as she dried her hands off. "Go pull up another case of beer, now please." Same and Dean each held onto their mugs of beer and I idly spun my empty shot glass. "So, you, uh, wanna tell me about this last hunt of yours?" Ellen asked as and I knew I was at a loss for words.

"No. Not really. Dean piped in, slouched on the bar. "No offense, just kind of a family thing and other dimension thing." He winked and took a sip of his beer.

"Not anymore." Ellen replied as she put a file on the bar. "I got this stuff from Ash. Andrew Gallagher's house burnt down on his six month birthday just like your house. You think it was a demon both times, don't you?" She questioned, looking at all of us. "You think it went after Gallagher's family?"

"Yeah we think so." Sam answered.

"Sam." Dean spoke.

"Why?" Ellen asked.

"None of your damn business." Dean told her, finally looking up from his drink.

"You mind your tongue with me boy. This isn't just your war, this is war. Now, something big and bad is coming, and it's coming fast, and their side holds all the cards. Now, at best, all we've got is us, together. No secrets or half-truths here." I started at Ellen and sighed deeply.

"I should go first then." They all turned and looked at me, a little weary. "I'm sure you've wondered about my hair and eyes." I saw nods in return. "Well, I was born half-human, half-Asgardian. Something bad, really bad, happened to one of my teammates. She almost dies, two shots, point blank into her stomach. She almost died if it wasn't for this drug we found. Anyway, once we caught who shot her, I flipped. I was so angry it just, awoken the genes in me and they took over my human half."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you telling us, you are an Asgardian? As in Alien race from Marvel?" Dean asked, amusement on his face and I frowned at him.

"From my dimension, yes." I was met with blank stares and I wasn't so sure they wanted me around anymore. "Look, I'm not like Loki. I fought Loki a number of times, I smart mouthed to him. Do you know he has major daddy issues? Anyway, I can promise you I don't want to hurt you." I pleaded with my eyes, hoping they would understand.

"Right." Ellen said, looking me up and down. "And what exactly can you do? Thor's the god of Thunder and Loki's the God of Mischief. What are you the goddess of?"

"Really?" Sam asked looking at Ellen and she shrugged.

"Jo reads 'em sometimes."

"I'm a goddess in my own right but I'm an elemental sorceress." They all looked ready to kill and I knew only demons controlled those powers. "I'll do whatever it take to make you understand I'm not a demon and don't mean any harm. If I wanted, I could have killed you a handful of times, a number of different ways. I was trained by an ex-Russian assassin. Natasha knows her stuff."

"Prove it. Show us your powers." Dean said and I put my hand in front of him, a way from others eyes.

"Don't move." I told him, held fire, and I watched it dance across their wide eyes. Next I took the ice from behind the bar and made a small ring in my hand, putting it in Deans glass. Created a small tornado, like at the academy, and smiled at the memory before dispersing it. Finally I took off one of my earrings and molded into a tiny ball before undoing it, putting it back on.

"Hold on." Dean said and I only nodded as he pulled out a knife and cut my arm, red blood flooding out.

"Wow." Sam said and I nodded.

"Yeah. So now you know the most important stuff about me." I'll save the best for later.

"There are people out there." Sam began and I moved my arm to my side. "Like Andy Gallagher, like me. And, um, we all have some kind of ability."

"Ability? Like Claudia's?" Ellen asked him.

"Yes but not like hers. A psychic ability. Me, I have, um, I have visions. Premonitions. I don't know, it's different for everybody. The demon said he had plans for people like us."

"What kind of plans?" Ellen asked as she leaned on the bar.

"I don't really know for sure."

"These people out there these psychics, they dangerous?"

"No." Dean said.

"Not all of them." I added.

"But some of are. Some are very dangerous." Sam explained to her.

"Alright how many are we looking at?" Ellen asked him.

"We've been able to track a clear path so far. They've all had house fires on the night of the kid's six month birthday." Dean told her.

"That's not true." Sam said and they looked at him.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Webber or, Williams or whatever his name is, I looked at his files and there was no house fire." Sam informed them and I nodded. "Nothing out of the ordinary."

"Which breaks pattern." Ellen said. "So if there's any others like 'em, they'll be nothing in the system. No way to track 'em all down."

"And so who really knows how many of them are out there." Dean summarized.

"Jo honey." Ellen called.

"Yeah?" She responded.

"Better break out the whiskey instead." Jo grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured us shots. We each took one and I spun my glass once more.

"I have an idea." I told them and they looked at me,waiting. "I don't know if it would work, but I could ask Heimdall."

"Heimdall?" Jo asked and raised an eyebrow.

'"Asgardian, Elemental Sorceress, non-demon." I quickly explained to her. "He see's everything and maybe he knows where the psychics are."

"But Asgard's in Marvel comics." Jo stated as if I was stupid.

"Yes, yes, my dimension. But, there is an Asgard here. It's a part of Norse mythology. Maybe it's here because of the demons demons are old lore." I stated and hoped I could be right.

"And he would help?" Ellen asked and I shrugged.

"I would have to ask Odin and him. They aren't like the ones from my world, they seem younger, less welcoming and more 'I hate you' going on. But it wouldn't hurt to try."

"Alright." Sam said." We could try tonight.

"Tomorrow." Dean suggested and we both looked at him. "What? I want the rest of the night to relax." Dean said as he took another shot. Tomorrow it is.


~Not sure how I feel about this chapter but here you go! More in the making that will hopefully be posted soon! :)~