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Sam's POV (Cont.)
It took Dean, nearly two minutes to calm me down before we high-tailed it back to the bridge where I had seen Tracy do a swan dive to her death. Dean knew that if he were to be found out that Weber would kill Tracy and Andy wouldn't forgive us, so he had pulled to a stop just about a thousand feet away from the bridge careful to keep the lights off and to stay in the shadows.
Dean and I quickly jump out and run to the trunk and Dean threw it open. Grabbing the cover for his weapon vault he lifted it up and tugged at a long shape near the back.
"Dean, I think you should stay back." I said and saw that Dean had pulled out a sniper rifle I remember dad had bought a year before I had gone to College.
"No arguments here." Dean said grabbing a bullet and placing it in his jacket pocket. "Had my head screwed with enough for one day." I chuckled softly grabbing two pistols and walked back around seeing Dean run further towards the tree line of a hill.
"I'm coming with you." Andy said stepping in front of me and reaching for one of the guns.
"Andy, no. It's-"
"If it's Tracy out there...Then I'm coming." I saw the look Andy had. It was the same look I gave to Jess before I had left. It was undying love. That love that he would stop at nothing to keep Tracy alive. I shook my head slowly knowing that he'd end up like me if we failed to save Tracy. Like I had when I lost Jess.
~S.S.~
I was hearing loud sobs as Andy and I made our way towards the parked car that now sat on the bridge. Weber was there and he was now controlling Tracy. I pointed to Andy raising a finger to my lips to make sure he'd stay quiet as I inched my way towards the drivers side.
"You might get scared," Weber said his voice was slick and coated with power. "But I want you to say that it's okay." Memories of the visions as Dr. Jennings and Holly both said it would be okay when they killed themselves. "Just tell yourself, everything is okay."
I quickly raised my gun smashing it into the window making little glass shards fly everywhere. Weber raised his hands to block from the glass but I knocked them down with the butt of my gun. "Get out of the Car! Now!"
"You really don't want to do this." Weber said to me sending his manipulation spell towards me which wouldn't work. Thank God. I sent my fist into Weber's face making him slump to the right in his seat.
"Tracy!" Andy screamed pulling Tracy out of the car. "Come here, come here, come here. It's okay. I got you."
"Andy!" Tracy screamed tears rolling down her face. "I couldn't control myself."
My eyes narrowed with anger as I pulled Weber out of the car and threw him face down into the ground. "Don't move." I growled my gun gently pressed against the back of his head. "Don't...move." I was taking in deep breaths to calm down my anger. Andy had appeared with a roll of tape that I had grabbed before Andy and I went to rescue Tracy. Andy dropped to his knees and roughly placed some tape over his mouth before standing up and kicking Weber three times, hard, in the stomach. "No!" I screamed pushing Andy back. "Andy let me handle this okay? Let me take care of this."
"I'm gonna kill you!" Andy said trying to move past me but I kept pushing him away.
"Andy I'll handle this! I'll handle this Andy!"
"I will kill you!" Andy wasn't listening to me as he kept stomping on Weber's back.
"Andy! Stop!" Andy froze momentarily. "Listen to me. Let me take care of him."
"But-"
"No buts, Andy. I'll take car-" something hard smacked against my back sending me to the ground and into unconsciousness.
End of Sam's POV
~S.S.~
Dean's POV
Those years of training had paid off when I managed to run uphill the sniper rifle held tightly in my hands. I kept the bridge in my sights as I ran but as I found my position I couldn't see Sam anywhere. I crouched down behind some bushes and set up the sniper rifle placing the bullet inside the chamber before silently getting the round ready to fire. I knew that just in case Sam and Andy couldn't calm down Weber then I knew I had to take him down.
I peered through the scope getting Weber in the center of the cross-hairs. He was talking to Andy so fast that I couldn't tell what he was saying. But I heard a snap behind me and so did the Andy and Weber, because they turned and looked at me. Weber's eyes looked directly into mine as I gently pressed on the trigger. Weber's mouth moved again, and something came over me. The same thing that came over whenever Andy used his powers on me. Weber's mouth moved again only he added a small wave.
Dammit! You weak minded son of a bitch! I thought as I twisted the barrel and placed the end directly under my chin. My eyes closed fighting myself to scream when someone jerked the gun out from underneath. The sound of a gun going off made me open my eyes and a figure stood in the shadows struggling to keep the gun from going underneath again. I jerked the gun out from the figure's hands making them fall to the ground with a soft familiar, 'oof'. I didn't have time to seek out my answers on the figure just needed to know where that bullet went.
I peered down the barrel again and saw Sam slowly getting to his feet rubbing the back of his head and saw Andy dropping something on the bridge. Tracy the girl from the coffee shop was helped down by Sam who, as I could tell was shaking.
"So this is what happens when I leave for a few days?" I dropped the sights and looked up as my sister, stood up pulling out a small handful of grass and twigs from when she had fallen on the ground.
"Christy?" I asked and saw her nod. She was smiling before she helped me to my feet. "How did you find me?"
"Sister intuition." She said with a smile. "Plus I saw the Impala drive up this way from town."
"I thought you had to go back to South Dakota, for a Family Emergency." I said as we carefully walked down the hill towards the Impala. I noticed a '65 ford mustang pulled next to me. "Nice car." I muttered.
"I was in South Dakota. Stan, broke his arm and gave himself a concussion while working on this car." she was chuckling as she lifted up my trunk and pulled open the weapons slot. "Where's Sam?"
"On the bridge." I said placing the sniper rifle down and closed everything, "Come on."
End of Dean's POV
~S.S.~
Sam's POV
Andy was talking to the police on his cellphone while I sat my back against the wall of the bridge while I held my shoulder gingerly in my hands. "Sam?" I saw Dean and Christina walking towards me. Dean pushed our sister to deal with Tracy who was afraid to go near me or Andy. "You alright there Sammy?"
"I'll live." I said wincing at the pain in my shoulder. "I highly doubt it's broken. Just really sore."
"Well, when the ambulance gets here, I'll have them look you over." I nodded my head and Christina taking off her jacket and wrapped it over Tracy's shoulders.
~S.S.~
"He shot himself," Andy stood with confidence in the middle of three police officers who were leaning in to fully listen. "And you all saw it happen." His voice, even from being next to the bridge wall, I head the echo.
"Yeah. We did." All three of the police said at once nodding.
"Alright, young man, you're done here." The paramedic said and Dean helped me to my feet.
"He's getting better at that." I said rolling my shoulder and hearing it pop with each movement. Christina was sitting next to Tracy who was nodding, and Christina walked up to me and carefully wrapped her arms around my stomach. "Good to see you too."
"So I leave for only a few days and you get your shoulder hurt and Dean nearly blew his brains out." She shook her head. "Can you guys function without me for more then three days?" Dean and I chuckled. We turned around when we saw Andy walking up talking to Tracy softly but sadly hung his head down and walked over towards us.
"She won't even look at me." He said his head hung down low.
"Well, she is pretty shaken up." I said.
But Andy shook his head. "I never...I never used my mind thing on her before last night. She's scared of me now."
"Andy was it?" Christina's voice was soft as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Just be happy you saved her. She may not think it now but she's thankful too." Andy smiled and leaned in to whisper something in her ear. Her smile slowly fell as she smacked him across the face before storming off towards the Impala.
Dean and I couldn't help but laugh as Andy held his cheek rubbing it gingerly. "Look, Andy I hate to do this but we got to get out of here." I handed him a small piece of paper with one of my current cellphone numbers. "Here's my cell. In case you need someone to talk to, or if something comes up okay?"
"Thanks, Sam." Andy said taking the number. "What are I supposed to do now?"
"Just stay out of trouble." Dean said then shot Andy a dark look as he walked by. "Or we'll be back." Andy laughed nervously but stayed still as Dean and I walked away.
"Looks like I was right, after all." I said holding my shoulder.
"'Bout what?" Dean asked.
"Andy. He's a killer after all."
"Sam, Andy's not a killer. He's a hero. Not only did he save his girlfriend's life he saved both of our lives."
"But he still wasted somebody." I pointed out.
"Okay, I give you that," Dean said standing next to the drivers side while I moved towards the passenger. Christina sat in her car leaning out listening to our conversation. "But he's not foaming out of the mouth cold blooded killer. He was just...pushed into that."
"Weber was pushed too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. Hell even I pushed after Jessica's death."
"What's your point Sam?" Dean asked.
"Under the right circumstances, everyone's capable to murder in cold blood. It's only a matter of time before it's going to be me. That yellow-eyed son of a bitch will find a way to break me."
"Well, that won't happen." I turned and saw Christina smiling. "Dean and I won't let you get pushed that far."
"See, Sammy. Like I said, Christina and I won't let you get that far down the rabbit hole." Dean hopped into the drivers seat. I do got the best siblings in the world. I thought sliding into the passenger seat. But will it be enough to save me? "Now we may not know what the demon wants, okay? So quit worrying about it."
"Don't forget Dean, I heard you when Andy made you tell the truth. You said you were scared as Hell about all of this."
"That was mind control. It doesn't count."
"What?" Christina and I asked.
"No, I'm calling a do-over."
"What are you like seven?" I asked.
"Yep, I wasn't missing much." Christina said sitting back in her seat. Dean and I chuckled.
Dean's cellphone started to ring in his pocket and he quickly answered it. "Hello?" He paused for a second and I could see his face turning slightly pale. "Ellen, hi. What's going on?" Another small pause. "Yeah, we'll be right there."
"What's going on?" I asked as Dean started up the car.
"We need to get to Ellen's She found something for us." I leaned back in the seat and Dean looked over at Christina who was turning her car on. "We'll see you at Ellen's." He said and Christina smiled smugly.
"More like I'll see you." She said screaming backwards before flying down the street her red car disappearing around the corner.
"No, way I'm gonna let some Mustang win over me." Dean grumbled and chased after her.
~S.S.~
Dean and I sat at the bar while Christina helped Ellen with the cleaning and Jo was walking around the outside of the bar pulling down the chairs getting ready to open up the shop.
"Jo?" Ellen said and Jo looked up at her mom. "Go pull up another case of beer."
"Mom..." Jo complained looking put out.
"Now, please." Jo rolled her eyes and Ellen motioned Christina to go sit down at the bar which she did with not much complaint. Once Jo left the room, Ellen leaned in towards us. "So you, want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?"
"Not really." Dean said his voice stumbling through the words. "No offense. It's kind of a family thing."
"Not anymore." Ellen said evenly as she dropped a stack of papers on the bar. "I got this stuff from Ash. Andrew Gallagher's house burnt down on his six month birthday, just like your house." I shifted in my seat. "You think it's the demon both times? Think the demon went after the Gallaghers?"
"We think so." I said. Ellen doesn't have to be a special demonic kid to get me to tell the truth. I thought.
"Sam..." Dean hushed glancing at me then back at Ellen.
"Why?" Ellen pressed looking into my eyes when I lifted my head back up.
"It's none of your damn business." There was a intake of breath and we turned to Christina who was looking over at Dean as if he was about to torn to pieces.
"Mind your tongue boy." Ellen said with a dark growl. "This isn't just your war, not anymore. It's a war that involves everyone. You may have stopped the first attack but this is far from over. The next attack is going to be a lot bigger since now their side holds all the cards. We're in this together, whether you like it or not." She took in a small breath. "Now. Tell me everything we need to know. I don't want any secrets or half-truths."
We sat there in silence for a good three minutes before I looked at Ellen. "There are people out there, like Andy Gallagher, like me." Ellen's face scrunched in confusion. "We...uh...We have these abilities."
"What abilities?"
I glanced over at Dean who was shaking his head. Uncomfortable about me telling Ellen everything about being used as a pawn for the demon. "Psychic abilities. There's different for other people, but me, I have visions, premonitions." I stopped sensing a question but Ellen held her tongue and waited for me to finish. "The demon said that he has plans for people like us."
"What kind of plans?" She asked and I shrugged.
"We don't really know for sure."
"So these other people, these psychics you called them...Are they dangerous?"
"No. At least not all of them." Dean said.
"But some are." I added. "Some are very dangerous."
Ellen nodded surprisingly taking our confession on what we were hunting really well. "So, how many are we looking at?"
"We've been able to track them down by a fire in their nurseries when they were six months old." Dean said. "That's been the best pattern we've come up with."
"It's not going to work." I said. Dean, Christina and Ellen looked over at me.
"What do you mean it's not going to work?" Dean asked.
"Weber," I said not sure what to call him. "His past doesn't fit. There wasn't a fire on his sixth month birthday. He only found out about Andy and his powers like eight months before he came to Oklahoma."
"How do you know that?" Dean asked.
"He was telling Andy as I lay on the bridge after Tracy hit me with whatever she used on me."
"Well, with that piece of evidence," Ellen said shaking her head. "That breaks the pattern. So there's real no way to track them all down."
"Now we have no idea how many kids are out there." Christina said softly. We'd almost forgot she was there, when she goes quiet like that.
"Jo, honey," Ellen said and we turned to see Jo standing behind. Our faces went pale, as we didn't know how long she had been standing there.
"Yeah mom." Jo said trying to hide the shakiness of her voice.
"Best you break out the whiskey instead." And Jo nodded silently.
End of Sam's POV
