Dean's POV

"Sam?" I saw Sam stumble on his feet and I instantly was at his side stopping him from falling backwards, but I did help him sit down on the asphalt. "What is it?"

"I didn't anything to him." Andy said throwing his hands up. I just glared at him then looked down at my brother.

"A woman," Sam breathed out squinting his eyes in pain. "A woman on burning alive."

"What else'd you get?" I asked trying to get him to relax. "Come on Sammy, focus."

"Gas station," He forced out. "A woman's gonna kill herself."

Andy looked confused when he caught my attention by lowering his face besides mine. "What does he mean, going to?" What is he, what is-"

"Shut up!" I screamed pushing Andy out of the way.

"She's going be triggered by a phone call." Sam said sending bringing me closer.

"When?" I asked and Sam shook his head.

"I don't know." He gripped my shoulders and I slowly helped him to his feet. "But as long as we keep our eyes on this on of a bitch he can't hurt her."

"But I didn't hurt anybody."

"Yeah," Sam said glaring at Andy. "Not yet." I was going to suggest Sam go into the Impala when The firetruck sirens blared down the street passing us. I looked over at Sam who shoved me. "Go." I glared at Andy before running to my car and jumping in my car.

~S.S.~

I arrived at the gas-station where I saw the firemen trying to put out a smoldering form laying out in the open. The smell made my nose wrinkle in disgust, like overly burnt toast and burnt coffee. I shook my head dialing Sam's number.

"Hello?" he asked picking up.

"Hey it's me," I said leaning up against the side of the gas-station just around the corner. "She's dead. Burned up, just like you said."

"What?" Sam couldn't believe what I was saying. "When?"

"Like minutes before I got here! I mean the smell hasn't even cleared." I fought back a gag as I got another burst of that burnt smell engulfed me. "What's up with your visions man? This wasn't even a head start."

"I don't know, all right?" He was getting angry. "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," I licked my lips choosing my words carefully. "It's can't be him, it's gotta be somebody else doing this."

"But that doesn't make sense."

"What else is new?" I looked around the corner and saw the victim's car just sitting there and a thought popped in my head. "Well, I'll dig around here, see what else I can find out."

"Sound good." Sam seemed down and I ended the phone call before pocketing my phone before walking back to my car and searched for my FBI badge.

"Hold it right there," A goofy looking cop with a slick handle bar mustache held up a hand pushing it into my chest. "Active crime scene."

"Special Agent Hendricks." I said flipping out my FBI badge to show him. "I came to help with this Investigation." The cop nodded and allowed me to walked underneath the yellow police tape that was barely put up. I was careful to walk around the still smoldering body of the woman before walking towards her SUV. The driver's side door was still opened and I look around before seeing nobody was paying any attention to me as I pulled out her wallet and looked down at her driver's license. "Holly Beckett." I said aloud trying to find anymore information but coming out short.

I dialed down Roadhouse number as I walked back to my car waving goodbye to the cop. "Harvelle's Roadhouse." I can't stop this feeling anymore, I heard the song staring to come back into my mind when I recognized Jo's voice.

"Jo, it's Dean." I said quickly climbing into my car. "I need to talk to Ash."

"What about?" She asked.

"Jo, it's important. Please let me talk to Ash."

"One minute," I was stuck hoping she'd hurry when I heard her screaming. "Ash! Phone!"

"Hello?" I rolled my eyes as I could hear a soft giggle next to Ash as he answered.

"Ash I need your help finding some information on someone." I said pulling away from the gas

station.

"Andy? I thought I got everything there was on that guy."

"No, I need information on a Holly Beckett."

"Why this woman?"

"Because she's just been murdered, and I have this feeling she's connected to our boy Andy."

"Alright give me a few."

"I need that information now Ash." I said stopping at a red light.

"Alright." I heard something whirling on the other end before I heard the fast typing of Ash on his laptop. "Alright here's what I got." I blinked at how fast he had gotten the information about Holly so damn quick. I need to buy him a couple of shots, when I get back. I thought. "Holly Beckett, Born 1965, never married. Gave birth in 1983. Puts offspring up for adoption."

"Anything else about the adoption?"

"Can't. Its only hard copy are sealed in the county office. Even I can't get in there."

"Dammit." I groaned pulling up the alley way. "Thanks for trying Ash." I quickly hung up, before I climbed out of the car. "Victim's name was Holly Beckett. She was forty-one and single."

Sam turned to look over at Andy. "Who is she?"

"Never heard of her." He said shrugging.

"Well, I called Ash on the way over here; he came up with a little something." I said feeling my smugness glowing from me. "Apparently Holly Beckett gave birth when she was eighteen back in 1983. Same day you were born Andy."

"Andy were you adopted?" Sam questioned.

"Well, yeah." Andy answered looking like it was common knowledge.

"You were?" My smugness disappeared before I had anger flow through me. "And you neglected to mention that?"

"Never really came up." Andy said and a memory of Christina telling me almost the same thing. We really need to start asking the right questions. I thought. "I mean, I never knew my birth parents and, like you said my adopted mom died when I was a baby." His head slowly hung low. "Do you...Do you think this Holly woman could actually be my mom?"

"I don't know." I said leaning up against the truck they sat on. "I tried to get a copy of the birth records but they're hard copy only. Sealed in the county Office. We can't touch them."

"Well, that won't do." Andy said with a smile, and I saw the wheels turning in his Jedi-power mind.

End of Dean's POV