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CHAPTER NINE- ELOQUENCE IS A SIN

Dean drove the Impala down the road, mouth set in an uncertain line.

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

Sam shut off the radio.

"What's there to think about?"

"I just don't know," Dean shrugged. "Going to the Roadhouse isn't the smartest idea."

"Dean, it's another premonition," Sam sighed. "I know it. This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where."

"Yeah, man, but…."

Dean trailed off.

I turned to the silent angel sitting in the backseat.

"What do you think, Castiel?"

He seemed to snap out of his reverie, pinning me with his stare.

"I think you should go. Samuel's visions are always connected with the demon."

"That's my point," Dean slowed the car slightly.

"There's gonna be hunters there, 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?"

Sam huffed. "So I'm a freak now?"

Dean slapped Sam on the thigh playfully.

"You've always been a freak."

~Supernatural~

"Why aren't you with them?"

I could feel Castiel's gaze bore a hole into my back.

I raised my shoulders and let them drop.

"I'm not cut out for this life, Castiel, I'm just a liability. I know Dean thinks so, and I don't want to intrude when I'm not welcome."

I leant against the Impala.

Castiel joined me.

"I think Sam might disagree," He gestured to his gangly frame as Sam walked over.

"Where were you?" Sam frowned at me.

"Jo and Ellen were asking for you. You haven't been skulking out here, have you?"

"I just-" I stopped speaking as Dean approached.

Perceptive as ever, Sam scowled at Dean.

"Don't mind him, he can be a douche sometimes," He patted my cheek before getting in the car.

Castiel tilted his head at me, almost as if to say I told you so.

I smiled slightly.

"Okay," Dean slid in the car.

"We got a match with Andrew Gallagher. Guthrie, Oklahoma."

~Supernatural~

Dean followed up the strains of 'Can't Fight This Feeling' in the car, and Castiel regarded him with a faint air of distaste.

Sam stared at him in disbelief.

"You're kidding, right?"

"I heard the song somewhere, okay? I can't get it out of my head."

He turned around to glare at me as he heard my stifled chuckle, shaking his finger threateningly.

"Not a word, Bambi."

I froze.

"Bambi?" I stammered.

Dean snickered.

"Can't help it if you've got eyes like Disney's little trooper, kid."

"But-"

"Not hearing it," Dean waved a hand.

Sam's amusement was thinly veiled.

"But you can't call me Bambi!"

I was aware that I sounded like a pouting three year old.

At that point, I didn't really care.

Dean laughed harder.

Castiel looked at us intently.

"What is a… bambi?"

Dean's sniggers intensified.

"Bambi is a fuzzy, cute, small little deer on TV, Feathers. Remind you of anyone?"

Castiel fixed his eyes on me.

"I see."

I lapsed into indignant silence.

Bambi it remained.

~Supernatural~

The waitress poured coffee into our cups.

Castiel stared at his as if it were alive.

I gently pushed it away from him.

"You won't get anything out of Andy, guys," The waitress named Tracy smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry, but they never do."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "'They?'"

"You're debt collectors, right?" Tracy tapped her foot.

"Once in a while they come by. I don't know what Andy says to them, but they never come back."

"Actually," Dean smiled charmingly. "We're lawyers. Representing his great aunt Leta. She passed, and left Andy a sizable estate."

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "So are you a friend of his?"

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

"Andy?" The boy nearby overheard us. "Andy kicks ass, man."

"Is that right?" Dean tipped his chair back.

"Yeah," The boy grinned. "Andy can get you into anything. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once, it was beautiful, bro."

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

"Yeah," Weber nodded good-naturedly. "You bet, boss."

Tracy turned to us.

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

Dean's eyebrows shot up.

"Barbarian queen?"

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

We watched the van surreptitiously.

"I'm sorry," Dean shook his head. "I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet."

He looked at Sam.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Sam averted his gaze.

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

"This Andrew Gallagher," Sam pushed away the hair from his face.

"He's the second guy like this we've found, Dean. Demon came to them when they were kids, now they're killing people."

"We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, all right?" Dean leant against the bonnet of his car.

"He could be innocent."

Sam stared down at the ground.

"My visions haven't been wrong yet."

"What's your point?" Dean crossed his arms.

"My point is, I'm one of them."

"No you're not," Dean glared at him.

"Dean, the demon said he had plans for me, and children like me."

"Yeah?" He cocked an eyebrow.

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

"What, killers?"

"Yeah."

"So the demon wants you out there killing with your minds, is that it?" Dean huffed.

"Come on, give me a break. You're not a murderer, Sam! You don't have it in your bones!"

I jumped as he pointed at me.

"The demon said a hell of a lot about Bambi over there, too. You think she'd ever murder anybody?"

Sam blinked at me.

Andy exited a building, and Sam tensed.

"Got him."

A woman in a second-storey window waved to Andy, who blew her a kiss.

He greeted a man on the street, who handed him a coffee.

"That's him." Sam's eyes narrowed. "That older guy, that's him, that's the shooter."

"All right," Dean pushed me forward. "You two keep on him, I'll stick with Andy. Go."

We watched Dr. Jennings from a distance.

His cell phone rang, just like in Sam's vision.

"Hello. Yeah."

We saw the Blue Ridge bus approach, and ran for the sporting goods store.

Sam turned and pulled the fire alarm.

Dr. Jennings walked to the store, and stopped, confused, as he heard the alarm.

We left the store and went down the street.

I froze as I saw Andy driving the Impala.

Sam pulled out his phone, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Dr. Jennings do the same.

"Dean! Andy's got the Impala!"

"I know!" Dean answered.

"He just sorta asked me for it and I, I let him take it."

"You what?"

"He full-on Obi-Wanned me. It's mind control, man!"

We watched in horror as Dr. Jennings walked in front of a bus.

It slammed into him at full speed.

~Supernatural~

Dean and Sam were going after Andy.

I'd decided to stay behind; I still didn't feel comfortable around Dean.

It was obvious he didn't like me, and what good was I, anyway?

Sam had given me a worried look before he left, but what could I say to him?

I nearly didn't see Castiel until I was almost on the bed.

"Hey, Castiel."

"Hello, Odette."

I might have said more, but white-hot pain spiked through my head, and I collapsed on the bed.

A woman holds a phone.

A flash of fire, a man shies away from it.

"Odette?"

Castiel put his cool fingers against my forehead, and I relaxed slightly at the contact.

I tried to tell him, but no words would come out of my mouth.

She leans into her car, and presses down the cigarette lighter.

She pulls out the gas pump, and drenches herself in gasoline.

It turned out I didn't have to say anything.

Castiel's voice was composed and modulated.

It helped me some.

"Odette. Listen to me. Stay calm. It's going to be over in a few minutes."

I couldn't help my scream as the pain intensified.

The pressure on my forehead increased.

The door banged open.

Sam was at my side in an instant, hand against my back.

"What's going on?" Dean demanded.

Castiel was unruffled.

"She's having a vision."

The woman pulls the cigarette lighter and steps out into the open.

She holds her arms out.

"It's gonna be okay," She says.

The lighter descends to her drenched arm.

The woman bursts into flames.