Hey, readers. It's the second part of Simon Said, obviously. I forgot to mention in the first part that I just loved Andy's character in the show. As Dean said, he was awesome. Anyway, I just wanted to say that in case you didn't get it from the way I put him in this chapter.

Simon Said
Part Two

The three of us found the Impala parked on a street corner. It hadn't taken that long, but we were disappointed that we hadn't found Andy with it. Well, Dean wasn't really disappointed; he was happy to have his car back.

"Oh, thank God. I'm sorry, baby, I'll never leave you again." He poked his head through the window. "At least he left the keys in it."

"Yeah. A real Samaritan, this guy," Sam replied sarcastically.

"Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitchin' his nose. He's gotta use verbal commands." Hm. Twitching his nose. Dean was referring to Bewitched. My mom had watched that show.

"The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus." Sam sighed, frustrated. "Andy must have called him or somethin'."

"We don't know that, Sam," I said quietly.

"Beg your pardon?" He looked at me.

"I don't think it's him," I said firmly.

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "He doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type."

Sam blinked a few times, like maybe he couldn't believe what we were saying. "Dean, you had O.J. convicted before he got out of his white Bronco, and you have doubts about this guy?"

"Hey, O.J. was guilty!"

I laughed. It was the giddiness getting to me again. Dean shook his head and Sam pretty much ignored me. They were used to it by now, so it didn't faze them as much as it had the first few times it had happened.

"Whether he's guilty or not," Sam started, "how are we gonna track this guy down?"

Dean had a light bulb moment. "Not a problem. I mean, his van isn't exactly an inconspicuous ride. We just need to look for it."

Sam seemed to agree, so we all got in the car. "So, what? We're just gonna ride around town until we find it?" I asked.

"Pretty much. I mean, he's gotta be around here somewhere," Dean answered. He turned his attention to me. "What was with the giggle-fest over O.J."

I blushed a little. "If I wasn't tired I wouldn't have laughed. It's just…it brought back memories."

"About the O.J. Simpson trial?" Dean asked skeptically. "How do you remember anything? Weren't you, like, five?" He started the car.

"Oh, I don't remember how old I was. I know I was still in elementary school. It's just, my dad was actually still living with us at the time. You know how they had the trial and everything on the TV?" Dean nodded, pulling out into traffic. "Well, we'd always argue over the TV. He was hogging it. And I used to watch Power Rangers after I came home from school, but while that was on, he wouldn't let me. I remember, that's when I got my first television. I got home from school one day, and there it was in my room. He bought it for me so I'd be happy." I smiled a little. I hadn't thought of that memory in a long time. I hadn't had reason to.

"I thought you said you didn't remember your dad," Sam said, looking at Andy's file.

"I said I didn't know much about him. He left when I was ten. I saw him maybe twice a year, if that, before he died."

Honestly, I hadn't thought about my dad much at all in the last few years. Even when he'd come to see me in the years before his death we hadn't done any father-daughter bonding. He'd traveled a lot; had wanted to travel, and that's why he'd left. He and my mom just hadn't been compatible. My mom had liked staying in one place, whereas my dad hadn't. So, instead of arguing all the time, he'd just left. He had sent me little trinkets and stuff, a post card every now and again, but that had been it, apart from the one or two visits a year.

And then, when I was fourteen, he'd died. I didn't really know how-I hadn't asked and my mom hadn't told me.

I'd been so lost in thought, that I didn't even notice when the car stopped. The thing that brought me out of it was the doors opening and closing. I got out after the guys and looked around. We'd found Andy's van and it wasn't where he'd left it when he'd taken the Impala, so he must have gone back for it after we'd left.

Dean had opened the back up and we were now looking in it. It was completely tricked out. It had beads that separated the front from the back. It had a disco ball, blankets, books, a tiger poster, and a bong. I'd been right before. He was a stone head, but that didn't lead directly to murderer.

"Oh come on. This is…this is magnificent, that's what this is. Not exactly a serial killer's lair, though," Dean said, rummaging around. "I mean, there's no little clown paintings on the walls or scissors stuck in victims' photos. And I like the tiger." He pointed to the poster.

Sam started going through the books. "Hegel? Kant? Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading, Dean."

Dean grinned, picking up the bong I'd seen earlier. "Yeah, and, uh…Moby Dick's bong."

That got me laughing again. I mean, the thing was at least two feet tall. "Didn't you know that most of the world's geniuses were druggies at one time or another?"

Sam looked at me weird. "How do you know?"

"Oh, come on. The thing's people come up with, they have to be on something. And you think of the most random awesome things when you do that stuff."

Dean raised his eyebrows at me, grinning widely. "Again, how do you know?"

Oh, he was thinking maybe I wasn't as innocent as I said I was. "I've never done it," I exclaimed. "I just know people who have and they seemed more creative when they were high. Until they fell asleep, anyway." I paused. "And you should know by now that I wouldn't do that."

"He does know that," Sam said, smiling. "He just wanted to see what you would say."

"Oh," I said. "Okay." I looked around. "Well, we've snooped around enough, right? We should just go back to the car and follow him when he leaves."

Dean nodded. "Sounds good to me."

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We'd followed Andy to a little house in the middle of town, and I was trying my best to stay awake now. I was going on thirty hours without sleep, so it was a little hard. Sam was going through Andy's files again and trying to figure out why the older guy-Dr. Jennings, his name was-would have been a target.

"What I don't get is the motive. I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean. Why would Andy waste him."

"If it is Andy," Dean said.

"Dude, enough." Sam was annoyed. "The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus. Andy just happens to have the power of mind control. You do the math."

"Sam, it's not him. I mean, he could've killed us and he didn't," I spoke up.

"Why are you two bending over backwards, defending him?" Sam raised his voice.

"'Cause you're not right about this," Dean argued.

"And why are you so quick to condemn him, anyway?" I asked.

Sam didn't get a chance to answer because Andy pretty much banged on the top of the car and stuck his head through the passenger side window.

"Hey! You think I haven't seen you guys? Why are you following me?"

There it was again. That weird twinge in my head that made me feel obligated to do what he wanted. To tell him why we were here, but there was another part of me that was rebelling against it.

"Well, we're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed away." It wasn't working on Sam, the mind control or whatever.

"Tell the truth," Andy's voice echoed in my mind and it was starting to become a little uncomfortable.

"That's what I'm-" Sam started.

"We hunt demons," Dean said bluntly, interrupting Sam.

"What?" Andy asked.

"Demons, spirits…things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam here, he's my brother."

"Dean, shut up!" Sam said.

"I'm tryin'," Dean muttered. And he really seemed to be. I mean, he was talking through clenched teeth, like he was trying to keep the words from coming out. Dean turned back to Andy. "He's psychic. Kind of like you. Well, not really like you, but see, he thinks you're a murderer, and he's afraid that he's gonna become one himself, 'cause you're all part of something that's terrible, and I hope to Hell that he's wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared that he might be right."

It was a little like word-vomit. The words just kept spouting out, and Sam was looking at him in surprise. And Andy was pretty much shocked.

"Okay, you know what? Just leave me alone."

"Okay," Dean said happily, turning his head away from Andy. Andy started walking away, but Sam got out and followed him.

"What are you doing? Look, I said leave me alone," I heard Andy say. "Get out of here! Just start driving and never stop."

I watched as Sam and Andy walked farther away from the car and I couldn't hear them anymore.

"Dean, you okay?"

"Yeah," he said slowly. He made to get out of the car and I got out with him. We could hear Sam and Andy again.

"You can make people do things, can't you? You can tell them what to think?"

Andy laughed nervously. "That's crazy."

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

Andy was stunned. "How do you know all this?"

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

"You know what, just get out of here, all right?"

Sam shook his head. "Why'd you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?"

"What?" Andy sounded confused.

"Why did you kill him?"

"I didn't!" I could tell Andy was telling the truth.

Suddenly, Sam was grabbing his head like he was in pain. He looked like he was getting ready to collapse. Forgetting about Andy's ability for now, Dean rushed over, grabbing a hold of Sam and helping him to the ground gently. "Sam! What is it?"

"I didn't do anything to him," Andy said quickly.

"A woman…a woman burning alive." Oh, he'd had another vision. A migraine-inducing vision.

I squatted down beside him. "Did you see anything else?"

"A gas station. A woman's gonna kill herself."

"What does he mean going to? What is he-" Andy started.

"Shut up." Dean pointed to him.

"She gets triggered by a call on her cell," Sam added.

"When?"

"I don't know." Dean and I helped him to his feet. Sam looked at Andy. "But as long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch, he can't hurt her."

"I didn't hurt anybody," Andy said firmly.

"Yeah, not yet."

I heard sirens and then about fifteen seconds later a fire truck passed by us.

"Go," Sam said.

Dean looked at me. He was wondering what I was gonna do. "Um, I'm gonna stay here with them," I said, and he nodded, walking back to the car.

Andy started to walk away, but Sam caught him by the arm. "No, you're staying here with us."

I watched as Dean drove away and then I turned to Andy. "Just so you know, I'm on your side. I don't think you're a killer. And I'm Alyson, by the way. The guy you took the car from, his name is Dean. And this is Sam." I pointed to Sam, who didn't seem to get why I was introducing myself. "Oh, and please don't use your mind thing on my anymore. It kinda gives me a headache."

Andy blinked a few times, obviously confused, but then said, "yeah, okay." And then he shrugged.

There were a few crates backed up against a nearby fence, so I went and got three of them. They weren't that heavy because they were plastic, but they looked sturdy enough to sit on. So the three of us sat.

"What exactly are we waiting for?" Andy asked, semi-nervously.

"For Dean to get back or to call," I answered when I realized that Sam wasn't going to. "You know, it wouldn't kill you to be nice to him," I told Sam. "At least until we find out for sure what's going on."

"I already know what's going on," Sam said stubbornly.

"I didn't kill anybody," Andy said, repeating what he'd said earlier.

About five minutes later, Sam's cell phone rang and he immediately put it on speakerphone even though Andy was there. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's me." Dean. "She's dead. Burned up just like you said."

"When?"

"Minutes before I got here. I mean, the smell hasn't even cleared. What's up with your visions, man? This wasn't even a head start."

I looked at Andy, who was looking at Sam curiously. Sam had already said that he had abilities like Andy, and Dean had said Sam was psychic when Andy had been controlling his mind.

"I don't know, all right?" Sam answered. "I can't control 'em. I don't know what the hell is going on."

"Sam, we were here with Andy the whole time," I said. "Someone else is doing this."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Yeah, well, what else is new?" Dean asked. "Anyway, I'm gonna dig around here, see what else I can find."

"Yeah, all right," Sam said, hanging up.

Andy was still looking at Sam curiously, like he was a puzzle he couldn't figure out. "So, you get these visions of people about to die?" Sam nodded. "That's impossible."

I laughed once. "You can control minds," I reminded him, and he nodded his assent.

"Yeah, okay, but…death visions?"

"Yeah," Sam said.

"Dude, that sucks." I grinned at how easily Andy was accepting all this. But, mind you, he had reason to. "When I got my mind thing, it was a gift, ya know? It was-it was like I won the lotto."

"But you still live in a van," Sam said, confused. "I don't get it. I mean, you could have anything you ever wanted."

Andy smiled and shrugged. "I've got everything I need."

I liked this guy, he was pretty cool…even if he did take Dean's car for a little joyride. I smacked Sam on the arm. "See, I told you he was good."

Sam looked down at the ground and then back up at Andy. "So you're really not a killer, huh?"

Andy laughed. "That's what I've been tryin' to tell you."

Sam smiled. "That's good. It means there's hope for both of us."

I looked up at Sam sadly. He still thought there was a chance that he could become a killer. Then I looked in the direction of the road, hearing the Impala before it actually pulled in to park in front of us.

Sam, Andy, and I stood up to meet Dean as he got out of the car. "Victim's name was Holly Beckett. Forty-one, single."

"Who is she?" Sam asked, looking at Andy.

Andy shook his head. "Never heard of her."

"I called Ash on my way over here," Dean said. "He came up with a little somethin'. Apparently, Holly Beckett gave birth when she was eighteen years old, back in 1983. Same day you were born, Andy."

"Andy, were you adopted?" Sam asked, sounding like he'd just had a revelation.

"Well, yeah," he answered.

"You were?" Dean asked. "And you neglected to mention that?"

Andy looked in Dean's direction strangely. "It never really came up. I mean, I never knew my birth parents. And-and like you said, my adopted mom died when I was a…baby. Do you think this Holly woman was actually my-"

"I don't know," Dean cut him off. "I tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they're hard copy only. Sealed in the county office."

Andy scoffed. "Well, screw that." And then he grinned.

"Awesome," Dean said, knowing Andy was gonna help.

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We were in the Impala now, going to a coffee shop first, because I was seriously caffeine deprived and I was tired and I needed to stay awake until we figured this out.

"So, Andy?" I started, "when you asked Dean for his car, did you know we were following you then?"

"Nah. I just think this is a nice car," he answered, grinning. "Wanted to take it for a spin."

After we got my coffee, we went to the county office, where Andy had to mind-control a security guard to get us in.

"I probably shouldn't have let you kids in here," the guard said as Andy led him to the door.

"No, it'll be fine, all right? Just go get a cup of coffee." Dean and I were openly grinning, while Sam was just researching. "These aren't the droids you're looking for." Andy was imitating Obi-Wan and I had to bite my lip to keep from bursting out laughing.

"Awesome," Dean said, and I agreed with him.

"Got it," Sam said, going through a file. Andy sat down beside him. "Andy, it's true. Holly Beckett was your birth mother."

Andy stared at the file, stunned. "Does anyone have a Vicodin?" And again, I felt like laughing. I mean, the situation was far from funny, but the way he'd said that was priceless.

"Dr. Jennings was her doctor, too. I mean, he oversaw the adoption. You have a solid connection to both of them," Sam said.

"Yeah, but I didn't kill 'em."

"We believe you," Dean said sincerely. "But, uh…who did?"

"I think I've got a pretty good guess," Sam said.. "Holly Becket gave birth to twins."

Andy's eyebrows shot up, stunned again. "I have…an evil twin."

"Holly put you and your brother up for adoption. You went to the Gallagher family, obviously. And your brother went to the Weems family from upstate."

Andy began staring off into space. "Hey, you okay?" I asked.

Andy shook his head, like he was trying to clear it. "Um…what was my brother's name?"

"Ansem Weems. He's got a local address" Sam answered.

"Wait," Andy said. "He lives here?" Sam nodded.

"Is there a way we can get a picture or something?" I asked.

"DMV," Dean answered. "I'll call Ash. Maybe he can hack in and fax us something."

And a few minutes later, Ash had done just that. We found out it was the Webber guy that worked at the diner.

"All right, Andy. Tell us everything you know about this guy," Sam said.

"Not much, I…Webber shows up one day, like, eight months ago, acting like he's my best friend in the world. Kind of weird, like…tryin' too hard, ya know?"

"He must have known you guys were twins," Dean surmised. "But why did he change his name? Why not just tell you the truth?"

I scoffed. "Uh, maybe because he's a psycho?"

"Well, there's that."

Sam groaned and then grabbed his head. Oh, no. He was having another vision. "Sam?" I said hesitantly, grabbing onto one of his shoulders. "What do you see?"

He didn't speak, just grunted in pain. I looked up at Dean with a worried expression. When Sam loosened his grip on his head, Dean squatted down in front of him. "You good now?"

"Oh, more or less. There was a dam and, uh, Tracy, that girl we met at the diner."

Andy tensed up. "What about her?"

"She's gonna jump. It was a big dam."

Andy stood up. "I think I know what you're talking about. We need to go. We have to help her." Sam, Dean, and I followed after him.

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We raced to the dam, directed by Andy. None of us knew whether or not we would be on time. When we got there, Sam and Dean got out of the car. Andy and I followed suit. Dean was getting stuff from the trunk and Sam took a gun from it and handed it to me.

"Wait a minute," I said, shaking my head. I didn't wanna shoot anybody.

"You won't have to use it," Sam reassured me. "It's just a precaution." I nodded and watched as he picked up another gun and placed it in the waistband of his jeans. "Dean, you should stay back." Sam handed me some masking tape, probably to put over Webber's mouth if we got there on time.

"No argument here. I've had my head screwed with enough for one day."

"I'm coming with you," Andy said to me and Sam.

"Andy, no," Sam said, shaking his head.

"If it's Tracy out there…then I'm coming," he replied firmly.

"Let him come," I said softly. "I mean, put yourself in his place."

Sam sighed and then looked at Andy. "Okay. I get it. Let's go."

Dean went off in the opposite direction. I didn't know what he was going to do. From the description of Sam's vision, Andy figured he knew where Tracy and Webber were, so Sam and I followed him.

We reached this old car and we saw two people in it. Sam and I were on Webber's side of the car and Andy was on Tracy's. Sam hit the driver's side window, shattering it, and shocking Webber briefly. But only briefly.

"You really don't wanna do this," Webber said and immediately I backed off. It wasn't a twinge this time, it was more of a push. I felt the command in my head and I tried to go against it, but I couldn't. I even dropped my gun, well, tossed it to the side, really.

Sam, though, was unaffected. He punched Webber and opened the door and pulled him out, pushing him on the ground. "Don't move," Sam told him, pulling his gun out on Webber. Sam looked at me. "Tape." So I put the tape on Webber's mouth.

I watched as Tracy got out of the vehicle and Andy started comforting her. "I couldn't control myself," she said, clearly scared and confused.

Andy let her go and came around and started kicking Webber, but Sam pushed him off. "Let me handle this!" Sam shouted.

Suddenly a voice resounded in my head. There's a branch by your foot. I looked down and sure enough it was there, about two feet away. Pick it up. I want you to hit the guy I can't control with it.

Sam, I thought. This Webber guy wanted me to hit Sam. I found myself wanting to bend down and pick the branch up, but I didn't.

Do it, the voice said soothingly. That's when I started wondering how Webber was doing it. He wasn't actually talking to me. When I still didn't do it, the voice because angry. DO IT! The voice was no longer soothing; it was shouting.

I grimaced and grabbed my head. It was pounding, it felt like nails were being driven through my skull, or what I imagined that would feel like anyway. I dropped to my knees, much like Sam did sometimes when he had a vision. And if this is what they felt like, I didn't envy him for having them at all.

Sam dropped down beside me, forgetting about Webber for a moment. "Hey, hey, it's okay," he said. "What's the matter?"

Don't tell him, I heard the voice say. And I didn't, not because I wasn't supposed to, but because the pain intensified. I felt something warm drip out of my nose and I knew I was bleeding.

The voice drifted away, but my pain lingered, My vision blurred and my head felt like it was spinning and then I heard a thump and then Sam was on the ground spread out. He'd been hit.

"Tracy, stop!" I heard Andy say. I looked up and saw that Tracy had the branch that I was supposed to have hit Sam with. She must have picked it up while Sam had been preoccupied with me. Neither of us had noticed.

Tracy dropped the branch, shocked that Andy could control her. Andy turned to Webber. "How did you do that?" He must have been talking about the whole non-verbal thing.

"Practice, bro," Webber said, removing the tape from his mouth and standing up. "If you'd just practice, you would know. Sometimes, you don't need to use your words. If you have to, all you need is this." He pointed to his head. "Sometimes, the headache's worth it."

I tried getting up; it wasn't working too well. I was shaky and weak and I was pretty sure the lack of sleep wasn't helping.

"You're a twisted son of a bitch," Andy said. I saw him go towards Webber and then I scooted closer to Sam, trying to see if he was okay. He was breathing, but he'd been knocked unconscious.

"Back off, Andy," Webber said, "or Tracy's gonna do a little flying." Tracy was standing at the edge of the dam. I hadn't even see her move. "Aren't ya, Trace?" I tried standing up again. "Stay down," Webber said to me, and I didn't resist this time. No extra pain came.

It seemed that resisting was what had caused the pain before. That was interesting. And annoying, because I wasn't the type that just blindly followed orders. I glared up at Webber, but his attention was on Andy again.

"I'm stronger than you. I can do it." He was talking about making Tracy jump off the edge of the dam.

Andy backed away and looked at Tracy before turning back to Webber. He threw his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay, okay. All right, just…please don't hurt her."

"Don't be mad at me, okay?" Webber said pleadingly. "I know it's all wrong. I didn't mean for this to happen. It's just…Tracy…she's trying to come between us."

Andy looked taken aback and he shook his head. "You're insane."

"She's garbage, man! They all are. We can push them, we can make them do whatever we want."

I looked over at Tracy again. I needed to get to her, but if the pain started up again, there was no way I could fight it. If Andy would just keep him distracted long enough, maybe I could do it.

"Are you really this stupid?" Andy asked. "Y-you learn you've got a twin, you call him up, you go out for a drink. You don't start killing people!"

Sam moved his head a little and I knew he was waking up. Good. I inched away from him, looking up at Webber who seemed to be caught up in the conversation he was having with Andy.

"I've wanted to tell you for so long, bro. But he didn't let me. He said I had to wait until the time was-"

"Who?" Andy interrupted.

"The man with the yellow eyes," Webber said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I stopped moving.

"What are you talking about?" Andy whispered. That was a good question and I wanted the answer. I looked at Tracy again. She was more important than the information I wanted. I started moving again.

"He came to me," Webber answered, "in my dream. He said I was special. He told me he's got big plans for me. Wait 'til you see what's in store, Andy, for both of us. See, he's the one who told me I had a brother, a twin."

Oh, yes. And a man with yellow eyes is definitely someone you can trust, I thought sardonically.

"Why did you kill our mother?" Andy asked. I was at the edge of the car now, behind them, so I tried to get up again as quietly as possible. "And-and why Dr. Jennings?"

"Because they split us up!" Webber yelled. "They ruined our lives, Andy. We could've been together this whole time, instead of alone. Always alone. I couldn't…I couldn't let 'em do that. I couldn't let them get away with that."

I saw Tracy start to rock back and forth on the edge of the dam and I lurched forward, grabbing her arm just as she toppled forward.

She was dangling over the ledge now and I knew I couldn't hold her forever. My strength was slowly ebbing.

Let her go, Webber's voice came through my mind and I almost did. Almost. But it seemed that my instinct to protect her was stronger than his command to kill her. I guess I found my way around the mind-control. But her weight was pulling me slowly over with her, so I screamed. I didn't want either of us going over, but I wasn't going to let her go if I could help it.

And, suddenly, I was being grabbed around my waist, which was good, because about fifteen seconds longer and Tracy wouldn't have been the only one who'd gone over the edge.

"It's okay, it's okay. I've got you." It was Sam. He pulled me and then grabbed Tracy when she got close enough.

I collapse and leaned against the wall of the dam, breathing heavily. I glanced in Webber's direction, but he wasn't looking at us. Or Andy, for that matter. He was glaring at a batch of trees off in the distance.

"I see you," he said.

"Dean," I whispered urgently. I picked myself up off the ground and started moving forward, but stopped when I heard a gunshot. Andy had shot Webber with a gun. I didn't know whether it was mine or Sam's. Webber fell to the ground and Andy stared at him in shock. I didn't know whether it was because he'd killed the guy or because of how Webber had been acting before, but I'd have been willing to bet it was the former.

Now that I knew everyone was safe, I felt the shakiness come back in full-force and my knees gave out on me making me collapse, but Sam caught me before I hit the ground and sat me down gently.

"You're bleeding," he said softly.

"Huh?" Things weren't making sense to me. Things were muddled. I still felt like my head was spinning, and my head was still hurting, but not as bad as it had been. It was just a headache now, borderline migraine. I looked at Tracy, who was crying and then it hit me, what Sam had said. "I'm bleeding?"

"Your nose."

"Oh." I'd forgotten that I'd started bleeding earlier. I wiped my nose with the back of his hand. My blood was still flowing slowly and it had trickled down to my chin. I hadn't realized it until just then.

"Hey, are you okay?" I heard Andy ask, but I knew he was talking to Tracy. I looked up long enough to see Tracy flinch away from Andy. Poor guy. He'd freaked her out, but I could tell that it hurt him that she didn't trust him anymore.

Dean came from wherever he'd been and crouched down beside me. "Hey, everybody okay?"

"More or less," Sam answered.

Dean hit me on the arm lightly. "You okay?" I looked at him and saw that he was concerned.

"Yeah, just a little blood. I'm good. It'll stop in a minute."

"Well, what started it in the first place?"

"Not doing what Webber wanted. It felt like my brain was gonna explode."

Sam got up and moved towards Tracy to help her up. Since she wouldn't accept help from Andy, he figured he'd do it.

"You cold or somethin'?" Dean asked. "You're shaking like crazy."

"It took a lot out of me, fighting him off."

Dean used his jacket sleeve to wipe the new blood away. "Do you feel like walking back to the car?"

I hesitated before shaking my head. "I kinda feel like I'm gonna pass out."

"You need sleep," he chided gently, caressing my cheek.

I leaned into his touch, "Sleep sounds good,' I agreed, practically whispering now.

"Okay, well, wait here. I'll be back with the car in a minute."

"Mm-hm," I said, giving him leave to go. He looked worriedly at me, but then he nodded and took off, walking away quickly.

I saw Sam take out his cell phone and I knew he was calling the cops. I wondered what we were going to come up with this time.

Before I knew it, Dean was back, half-carrying me to the car since I had to clutch his arms to keep from falling back to the ground. "What are we going to tell the cops about Webber?" I asked once I was in the backseat.

Dean got in with me and pulled me towards him and I didn't resist. "You don't need to worry about that. We'll take care of it. You just rest."

"I should…stay awake until we leave."

Dean started rubbing up and down my arm. "At least relax. If you don't want to sleep, I can't make you." A breeze was coming through the door, because it was still open and it was just as calming as Dean was.

I was almost asleep when I heard the sirens and I sat up a little. Cops and paramedics were pulling up. Sam came over to the car and looked in. "You feelin' better?"

I nodded, but then said, "I'm tired."

"You've been up for nearly forty hours," Sam said.

I looked up and around. I saw Tracy sitting in an ambulance and I saw Andy talking to the police. "What is he doing?"

"Telling them that Webber killed himself and that they saw it."

"Oh." I wondered how he was gonna sell that one. Webber had been shot in the back. I assumed that as long as the cops didn't ask questions, then Andy could mind-warp them into believing it.

A few minutes later Andy walked over to us sadly. "Tracy won't even look at me."

"Yeah, she's pretty shaken up," Sam said.

"No, it's…this is different. I never used my mind thing on her before…before last night. She's scared of me now."

I lifted my head and my eyes fell on him. "Hey, you're a good person. It shouldn't matter what she or anyone else thinks. Besides, if she cares about you as much as I think she does…then she'll come around. She'll see that you didn't have a choice."

Andy nodded and smiled slightly. "Thanks."

"Hey, Andy, I hate to do this, but, um…we have to get out of here." Sam stood up and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "Here, I wrote down my cell number. You don't have to be alone in this, all right?" Sam handed the paper to Andy. "If anything comes up, you call me."

Andy nodded and then laughed nervously. "W-what am I supposed to do now?"

"You be good, Andy," Dean said seriously. "Or we'll be back." Dean dug the keys out of his pocket and handed them to Sam. "You're drivin', and we're gonna stop at a motel soon, all right?" Dean looked at me. "And you are gonna get some sleep even if I have to knock you unconscious." I grinned a little and snuggled into his side.

Sam closed our door and then got into the driver's seat and started the car. "Looks like I was right," he said.

"About what?" Dean asked.

"Andy," Sam answered. "He's a killer, after all."

"Webber was gonna kill Tracy. He was gonna kill Dean. Andy stopped him," I said firmly.

"Bottom line, last night, he wasted somebody." We pulled out onto the road and I wrapped an arm around Dean's waist.

"Yeah, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was pushed into that." Dean was making more sense than Sam was.

"Webber was pushed, too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death."

"What's your point, Sam?"

"Right circumstances, everyone's capable of murder. Everyone. You know, maybe that's what the demon's doing. Pushing us, finding ways to break us."

"Sam, we don't know what the demon wants, okay? Quit worryin' about it."

"You know, I heard you before, Dean, when Andy made you tell the truth. You're just as scared of this as I am."

"That was mind control!" Dean said indignantly. "It's like-like being Roofie'd, man. That doesn't count. I'm callin' do-over."

"What are you, seven?"

"Doesn't matter. We've gotta keep doing what we're doin', find that evil son of a bitch, and kill it."

Sam hesitated before answering. "Yeah. I guess."

I didn't mention that we couldn't kill it without the Colt, but I agreed with Dean. Things got quiet and I found myself drifting into sleep. I was safe and I was warm and I was with the two people that I loved most in the world.

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I was vaguely aware of being jostled slightly and then being lifted up into somebody's arms. Dean's, I imagined. I felt myself immediately bring my arms up around his neck and my head rested on his shoulder.

"Where are we?" I asked softly.

"A motel." Yep, it was Dean.

"Mm." I nestled in closer, as close as this position would allow, and reveled in the comfort that came from being like this.

I heard a door open and close, and I surmised that Sam was with us, since there was no way Dean could have opened a door, because he was carrying me. I felt him lay me down on a bed and then his arms were unwrapping from around me, but I felt the mattress move a little and knew he was still there. Then I felt something soft and warm drape over me. Dean had tucked me in, bringing the covers up almost to my chin.

My body was pretty much drawn do his like magnets were drawn to refrigerators. I wasn't even completely alert and it was like…well, I didn't know what exactly it was like, but my head was on his chest now and I let out a little sound of contentment before I let exhaustion take me over again.

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When I woke up I felt that my hand was on something warm and kinda soft. When I opened my eyes I realized that my hand was on Dean's bare skin; it had traveled inside his shirt sometime after I'd gone to sleep. It was resting on his stomach, and I had no intention of moving it.

I looked up to see if he was still sleeping, but he wasn't. He was looking at me lovingly and then he looked kind of embarrassed to have been caught at it.

"No nightmare?" he asked quietly.

I grinned. "No nightmare." I'd probably been to tired to dream. I began rubbing slow lazy circles around the spot my hand had been on. "My headache's gone, too, by the way."

"Well, that's good," I heard Sam's voice come from behind me and I glanced over at him. "We got kinda worried there for a minute."

"Just for a minute?" I asked jokingly, and I felt Dean laugh against my hand.

Sam grinned and shook his head, making his hair fall into his eyes. "Anyway, Ellen called while you were asleep, so I think we should swing by the Roadhouse."

"Does she have a case for us?" I asked, removing my hand from Dean's shirt and sitting up.

"Nah, she just said she wanted to talk to us and that she couldn't do it over the phone."

"Oh, okay, well, we better get going then, right?" I started to get up, but Dean pulled me back down on the bed, which made me laugh a little. "Or not?"

"We don't have to be in a hurry," he said. "Besides, I wanna take a shower."

"Well, I was gonna go brush my teeth," I said, looking at the bathroom door.

"I know, that's why I pulled you back down. I wanna go first." And, I swear, he sounded like a little kid when he said that, which almost made me give in. But I didn't.

"But it doesn't take as long to brush my teeth. I'd be in and out before you know it."

Sam got up from the bed and said, "well, while you two argue it out, I'm gonna go take a shower." He got some clothes, walked to the bathroom, and shut the door after going in.

Dean and I looked at each other with the same exasperated expression, but it was mixed with a little amusement. We had been acting like children, and we knew it.

My mind went back to what my hand had been doing earlier and I wondered if it would be appropriate to resume doing it, picking up where I'd left off. I mean, we hadn't had much us time recently and I wanted it. A lot.

I turned towards him and looked at him. He looked peaceful for the first time in a long time, so I wondered if this was the best time to bring this up. I heard the water in the bathroom come on and I scooted closer to Dean. I realized he'd never have to be needy with me. If anything, he'd push me away. I was being clingy, and I'd never been clingy with anyone or anything before. But Dean didn't seem to mind too much. Dean needed to be needed. He always had. He needed for the people he cared about to need him.

Anyway, I think the reason I clung onto him so hard was because with the job we had, you could never be sure of anything. You never knew when someone was gonna disappear. Just thinking about Dean going away made my heart fill with dread. It made me feel cold and empty inside. I pushed that thought as far away as possible, not wanting to let it linger any longer than necessary.

"Hey, Dean, can I talk to you?"

"Sure, but since when do you need permission? Or ask for it, for that matter?"

I smiled slightly, but then the seriousness of what I was trying to convey hit me full force. "Um…I'm kinda nervous, talking about his, but, uh-" I broke off and swallowed hard. "Wow, this is harder than I thought it would be."

"Okay, you're at a loss for words here and you're kinda scaring me. What's up?"

I looked at the bed sheet and started talking. "Well, it's just we've been together for a month now and you've been great." I winced when I realized it sounded like I was trying to break up with him rather than move the relationship forward a little. "You've been really patient with me." I looked up at him. "And I just realized that I'm ready to take it a step further." I blushed when I said that, not because I was lying, but because I knew what that would insinuate. "I mean, I don't think I'm ready to do everything, but I'm willing to try other stuff."

Now that I'd gotten that out, I felt relieved. But then when Dean didn't respond, I got worried. "Say something," I demanded.

It took him a second, but he obeyed. "Are you sure?" he asked gently. "I mean, like you said, it's only been a month."

"I'm sure that I want to try." I paused, breathing in sharply. "I-I mean if you want to." My insecurities started rolling in. "I know that you have this hands-off approach with me, and I love you for it, and I still wanna take it one step at a time, but I think I'm ready to take the next step."

Okay, I was shaking again, and it had nothing to do with something unnatural being around. I had a fear of being rejected by the one I cared about most. In other words…Dean.

"Hey, hey, relax," Dean said, bringing his hands up to cup my face. He smiled softly and I knew he wasn't going to push me away, so I did what he'd asked and relaxed. "And if that's what you want, then that's what we'll do."

I nodded, breathing easy now that this conversation was over. But then, I realized that I'd kind of let it slip that I loved him, but either he hadn't got it or he was ignoring it, because he didn't address it. I'd said I loved him for the whole hands-off thing he had with me. I mean, he'd kissed me, that was true, but he hadn't even gone anywhere near the vicinity of bad touching-or good touching, depending on the way you looked at it.

But it was the simple fact that he hadn't tried anything that made me want to try something. It was because I knew that if I changed my mind he wouldn't hate me for it, and he wouldn't push me into doing something I didn't want to do.

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By the time we got to the Roadhouse it was nighttime and it had passed closing, so aside from Ellen, Jo, and Ash, we were the only ones there.

Ellen was behind the bar and Jo was cleaning the tables. Sam, Dean, and I were sitting on stools. Dean and I had decided that what Jo didn't know, wouldn't hurt her. We just wouldn't be overt about our being together. At least for now.

"Jo? Go pull up another case of beer," Ellen said.

"Mom," she protested.

"Now. Please?" Jo did as she asked and went towards the back room, and Ellen turned to us. "So, you wanna tell me about this last hunt of yours?"

"No, not really," Dean said bluntly, earning himself a glare from Ellen. "Look, no offense…just, it's kind of a family thing."

"Not anymore," Ellen said, pulling some papers out from behind the counter and placing them on top of them. "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 the demon both times, don't you? You think it went after Gallagher's family."

Both Sam and Dean looked at the papers, but only Sam answered. "Yeah, we think so."

"Sam," Dean said warningly.

"Why?" Ellen asked, ignoring Dean for now.

"None of your business."

Now she looked at Dean. "You mind your tone 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." Then she looked at me. Maybe she thought I was the weakest link or something. "Now what are we dealing with here?" I didn't break easily.

And it wasn't that I didn't like her or that I didn't know where she was coming from, because I did, on both counts. But the fact of the matter was that my loyalty belonged to Sam and Dean, not to her. And if they didn't want her to know, then I wasn't gonna tell her. So I looked away from her.

Things were silent for a while, but then Sam started speaking. "There are people out there, like Andrew Gallagher…like me. And, um…we all have some kind of ability."

"Ability?"

"Yeah…a psychic ability." Dean tensed beside me, and I placed a hand on his leg and squeezed gently. "Me-I have visions…premonitions. I don't know, it'd different for everybody. The demon said he had plans for people like us."

"What kind of plans?"

"We don't really know for sure," Sam said honestly.

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

"No," Dean and I said. "Not all of them," he added.

"But some are," Sam said. "Some are very dangerous."

"Okay, how many of 'em are we lookin' at?"

"We've been able to track a clear pattern so far. They've all had house fires on the night of the kids six-month birthday," Dean put in.

"That's not true," Sam said quietly. "Webber, or Ansem Weems, or whatever his name was…I looked at his files, and there was no house fire. He was nothing out of the ordinary."

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

"And so, who knows how many of them are really out there?" Dean said, more to himself than anyone else.

"And you're connected to this how?" Ellen asked me curiously.

Jo came back with the beer and started putting it away. I clenched my mouth shut, but then rolled my eyes, relenting. What the hell, right? Everything was being laid out on the table anyway. "Demon killed my mom, too. In June."

"The same demon?" Jo asked and I nodded slightly. "Wow. No wonder they took you with 'em."

"Yeah. Well, he sent a demon to kill her anyway."

"Why?" Ellen asked me. "What did you mom have to do with anything?"

"She didn't. He wanted me." I paused. "He's scared of me for some reason, as are other demons. I don't know why." Or, more precisely, I didn't believe why.

So, anyway, yeah...as always thanks to those who took the time review, and I hope you continue to do so.