Simon Says
Sam watches Dr. Jennings from a short distance; His cell phone rings, just like in Sam's vision, and he answers it.
"Hello. Yeah." Jennings says.
Sam sees the Blue ridge bus approach, the same bus from his vision, it crosses in front of him heading towards the sporting goods store. He runs into the store looking around. He sees the clerk and bystanders from his vision. He turns and pulls the fire alarm. Jennings approaches the store, but hearing the alarm go off he stops, confused, then turns and walks away.
Sam leaves the store and goes down to the street, where he sees Andy drive by in the Charger. He stares in shock. Meanwhile behind Sam, Jennings gets another phone call, "Hello? Yeah."
Sam flips open his cell phone and calls Faith, "Dude, Andy's got the charger."
"I know! 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!" Faith yells into the phone.
Sam is about to say something but stops as he sees Jennings, he waits, but to long, he watches in horror as Jennings walks in front of a bus, which slams into him at full speed.
As the Sam and faith walk down the street Sam begins to talk, "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."
Faith puts her hand on his shoulder as they keep walking, "Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose, he's gotta use verbal commands."
"The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus. Andy must have called him or something."
"I don't know, maybe." Sam gives her a weird look, "I just don't know if he's our guy, Sam." Sam was giving her that look, "What? He just doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type, that's all."
"Either way, how are we going to track this guy down?"
"Not a problem."
They wander the streets for a few more minutes and it didn't take long before they see Andy's blue van, "Not exactly an inconspicuous ride. Let's have a look." Faith pulls a small crowbar out of her jacket and pries open the back door. Porn music plays as the interior is revealed: disco ball, fur rugs, a tiger painted on the wall, several thick books, and an enormous bong. "Oh. Oh, come on. This is... this is magnificent, that's what this is. Not exactly a serial killer's lair, though. There's no... clown paintings on the walls, or scissors stuck in victims' photos. I like the tiger." She grins at Sam.
Ignoring the loudness of the van Sam sees some books on the floor, he picks some of them up, "Hegel, Kant, Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading."
They leave the van and begin walking when they see the Charger sitting in an alley way, lucky for them the keys are in. They get in and take off to a grocery store where Faith runs in and grabs some food. They go and park the car and Faith beings eating something in a foil wrapper as Sam studies a stack of papers.
"Ugh. You know, one day I'd love to just sit down and eat something I didn't have to microwave at a minimart." She tells him.
"What I don't get is the motive. I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean, why would Andy waste him?"
"If it is Andy." Faith said through bites of her food. Sam sighs and dramatically looks at her, "What?"
"The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus. Andy just happens to have the power of mind control. You do the math."
"I just don't think the guy's got it in him, that's all."
"Well, how the hell would you know? I mean, why are you bending over backwards defending him?"
"Cause you're not right about this."
"About Andy?" Suddenly Andy appears at Sam's window, slamming his hands down and leaning in.
"Hey! You think I haven't seen you two? Why are you following me?" he asks.
Sam calmly says, "Well, we're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed aw-
"Tell the truth!" Andy yells.
"That's what I'm –" Sam begins but Faith cuts him off.
"We hunt demons." Faith says.
"What?" Andy asked confused.
"Faith!" Sam yells.
"Demons and spirits. Things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam here, he's my, my, ya know we do things."
"Dude, shut up."
"I'm trying. 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 going to 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." Faith says quickly
"Okay, you know what? Just leave me alone." Andy says.
"Okay." Faith says and looks away taking a breath.
Andy begins to walk away and Sam gets out of the car following him, "What are you doing? Look, I, I said leave me alone. All right? Get out of here, just start driving and never stop."
"Doesn't seem to work on me, Andy." Sam said and Andy looked confused. "You can make people do things, can't you? You can tell them what to think." Faith gets out of the car and Sam holds up a hand, warning her not to come closer.
"That... that's crazy." Andy said.
"It all started about a year ago, didn't it? After you turned twenty two. Little stuff at first, and then you got better at controlling it."
"How do you know all this?"
Sam walks closer to him, "Because 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. Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?"
Andy looks at him confused, "What?"
Sam cringes and holds his forehead, he gets a vision-flash of fire, and a hand holding a gas pump. He cringes again. The vision continues in pieces as he tries to focus on Andy. "Why did you kill him?"
"I didn't!" Andy yells.
Sam cringes again as the vision hits with full force.
Hope and Dean are still standing in the freshly dug grave staring at the empty coffin, "They buried the body four days ago." Dean says.
"I don't get it." Hope sees something carved into the inside of the coffin, "Wait," she bends down to get a better look. "You seein this?" She points to it.
"What is that?"
"I'm not sure."
"I've seen these kind of symbols before." Dean says. "Come on I think we need to pay the doc a little visit."
They pull up in front of Dr. Masons house and walk up to the door, Dean pounds heavily on the door. He's very agitated.
"Dean. Take it easy, okay?" Hope says to him.
Dr. Mason opens the door and see's Hope and a very pissed off Dean, "You're Angie's friends, right?" he says.
"Dr. Mason..." Hope beings but Dean cut's her off.
"We need to talk." Dean says harshly and shoves his way past him. Hope takes in a deep breath and gives Dr. Mason an apologetic as she follows Dean in, "You teach Ancient Greek. Tell me, what are these?" He shows Dr. Mason the paper on which he's copied the symbols from the grave.
"I don't understand. You said this had something to do with Angela." He gives Dean a strange look.
"It does. Please, just humor me." Dean says.
"They're part of an ancient Greek divination ritual."
"Used for necromancy, right?" Dean says and the Dr. nods his head.
"See, before we came over here we stopped by the library and did a little homework ourselves. Apparently they used rituals like this one for communicating with the dead. Even bringing corpses back to life. Full-on zombie action." Dean said.
"Yes. I mean, according to the legends. Now, what's all this about?" Mason says. Hope watches the Dr.'s face and is having doubts that its him, but Dean keeps pushing.
"I think you know." Dean says taking a step closer to the Dr.
"Dean." Hope says but he just keeps talking.
"Look, I get it. Okay? There are people that I would give anything to see again. But what gives you the right?"
"Dean!" Hope yells again.
"What are you talking about?" The Dr. in a confused voice.
"What's dead should stay dead!" Dean yells stepping even closer to the Dr. Hope grabs his arm to stop him.
"Stop it! Dean take it easy." She tells him.
"What you brought back isn't even your daughter anymore. These things are vicious, they're violent, they're so nasty they rot the ground around them. I mean, come on, haven't you seen Pet Cemetery?"
"You're insane." The Dr. says.
"Where is she?" Dean asks.
"Get out of my house." Mason picks up the phone and starts, Dean pulls away from Hope and knocks it out of his hand.
"I know you're hiding her somewhere. Where is she?!" Dean yells in the Dr.'s face.
"Dean! Stop, that's enough! Dean, look!" Hope grabs Dean's jacket and points to a row of plants by the window. "Beautiful, living plants." She turns back to the Dr. "We're leaving." Hope pulls out of Hope's grip and storms out the door. "Sir, we're sorry. We won't bother you again." She follows Dean out of the house.
Dean walks briskly down the steps and towards the Impala, Hope following him. "What the hell is the matter with you, Dean?"
"Back off."
Hope quickens her pace to catch up to Dean, you can see the rage building up behind her eyes. She has had just about enough of his shit and this tough guy attitude. She grabs his arm spinning him around to face her, he gives her a confused look. "That man is innocent! He didn't deserve that!"
"Okay, so she's not here, maybe he's keeping her somewhere else."
"Stop it! That's enough, okay? Enough!"
"I know what I'm doing."
"No, you don't. At all. Dean, I don't scare easy, but you're scaring the crap out of me."
"Don't be overdramatic."
"You're lucky this turned out to be a real case. Because if it wasn't you would have just found something else to kill."
"Wha-"
"You're on edge, you're erratic - except for when you're hunting, because then you're downright scary. You're tail spinning, and you refuse to talk about it and you won't let me help you."
"I can take care of myself, thanks."
"No, you can't. And you know what? You're the only one who thinks you should have to. You don't have to handle this on your own, Dean, no one can."
"If you bring up my Dad's death one more time I swear..." he turns to walk away.
"What? You'll deck me one?" She grabs his arm spins him around and gives him a right hook to the face. "Stop. Dean, it's killing you. You have lost your dad, and your mom and now Sam is going to lose you too. Get it together, if not for yourself but for your brother as well."
Dean looks down at her, stunned that she just punched him in the face. In a calm voice he says, "We better get out of here before the cops come. I hear you. Okay? Yeah, I'm being an ass. I'm sorry. But right now we've got a friggin' zombie running around, and we need to figure out how to kill it." Hope laughs a little, "Right?"
"Our lives are weird."
"You're telling me? Come on little girl." He puts his arm around her shoulder and they head for the car. They get in and Dean fires up the engine and they take off.
"Look I'm sorry about punching you, I just, I don't know, Faith can sometimes come out in me."
"Nah, I deserved it. I don't talk about things, I don't share my feelings like Sam does."
"Its killing him you know, he hates not being able to help you. I can see it."
"I'm just trying to handle this on my own ya know. I don't want to drag Sam into it.
"But he's already into it, he lost the same people you did. Dean look, if you cant talk to Sam about it, then you need to talk to someone about it. You cant hold it inside forever."
"I know, but for now can we just solve this case. Once its over I'll let you go all 'Now how do you feel about that' on me."
She grinned at him, "Ok, I can work with that.
Dean is pacing around the hotel room while Hope is sitting on the bed with John's journal.
"We can't just waste it with a head shot?"
"Dude. You've been watching way too many Romero flicks." She says glancing up at him. "Dean stop pacing."
He flops down on the bed next to her, "You're telling me there's no lore on how to smoke 'em."
"No, Dean, I'm telling you there's too much. I mean, there's a hundred different legends on the walking dead, but they all have different methods for killing them." She moves closer to him and shows him the page she is looking at, "Some say setting them on fire, uh, one said, where is it? Right here. Feeding their hearts to wild dogs. That's my personal favorite. I mean, who knows what's real and what's myth?"
"Is there anything they all have in common?"
"No. But a few said silver might work."
"Silver's a start."
"Yeah. But now how are we going to find Angela?"
"We've got to figure out the person who brought her back."
"Any ideas?"
"I think if it's not her dad it might be that guy Neil." Dean stands and crosses the room to pick up the pink diary.
"How'd you come up with that?"
"Well, you've got your journal, I've got mine." He opens the book and begins to read, "Neil's a real shoulder to cry on, he so understands what I'm going through with Matt." There's more in here where that came from, it's got Unrequited Ducky Love written all over it."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean he brought her back from the dead."
"Hmm. Did I mention he's Professor Mason's TA? Has access to all the same books."
"You may be on to something."
"To Neil's house we go." Dean said grabbing his keys.
Dean and Hope break into Neil's house, its dark and quite inside. "Hello? Neil?! It's your grief counselors, we've come to hug." Dean says as he pulls out his gun that's filled with silver bullets. They start stalking through the house, Dean in the lead with the gun out. They see wilted plants by a window. They find the entrance to the basement and Dean nods at it. "Unless it's where he keeps his porn..." Hope opens the door and Dean leads the way down the stairs to a room with a bed and some blankets, but no dead girl.
"Sure looks like a zombie's den to me." Dean says.
"Yeah. An empty one. You think Angela's going after somebody?"
Dean sees an open window and points to it, "Nah, I think she went out to rent Beaches."
"Look, smartass, she might kill someone. We gotta find her."
"Yeah. All right, she, uh, she clipped Matt because he was cheating, right? Well, it takes two to, you know, have hardcore sex." He winks at Hope and she blushes, "I don't know, it just seemed that, uh, Angela's roommate was broken up over Matt's death. I mean, like, really broken up."
They pull up to Lindsey's house, Angela's old roommate, and they hear screaming, they run inside and see Angela about to stab Lindsey with scissors. Several shots are fired right into Angela and she convulses. She turns around to see Dean and Hope. Dean fires the gun again, right in Angela's chest. She screams and bolts out the window; and Dean follow her. Hope runs over to a terrified Lindsey.
Dean comes back around the corner, "Damn, that dead chick can run."
"What now?"
"I say we go have a little chat with Neil."
Sam puts his hands on his head and starts to fall, Faith runs over to him and catches him, lowering him gently to the ground. "Sam! What is it?"
"A woman. A woman burning alive."
"What else'd you get?" She asked him.
"A gas station, a woman is gonna kill herself."
"What does he mean, going to? What is he, what is –" Andy began in a terrified voice.
"Shut up!" faith tells Andy.
"She gets triggered by a call on her cell. I don't know when." Faith helps him to his feet, "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 pleads.
A fire engine roars past, sirens blaring. They turn to watch it. Sam nods at Faith to go after it. She runs off to follow the siren and Andy tries to step past Sam, who stops him with a hand on his chest.
"No, not you. You're staying here with me." Sam tells him.
Faith is standing just outside of range from the fire that is burning down the gas station, she picks up her phone and calls Sam, :Hey, it's me. She's dead. Burned up, just like you said."
"When?"
"Like 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 don't know, all right? 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, it can't be him, it's gotta be somebody else doing this."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"What else is new? Well, I'll dig around here, see what else I can find."
Sam and Andy are sitting in an abandon truck waiting for Faith to come back. They talk about Sam's visions and Andy's mind control and just about life in general. Sam comes to the decision that Andy is not a killer, just a guy living the dream. Faith pulls up and gets out the car and heads over to the two boys.
"Victim's name was Holly Becket, forty one, single." Sam looks to Andy and he shakes his head, not recognizing the name, "Called Ash on the way over here, he came up with a little something. Apparently Holly Becket gave birth when she was eighteen years old, back in 1983. Same day you were born, Andy."
"You were adopted?" Sam asked Andy and he nods his head.
"You were? And you neglected to mention that?" Faith said.
"Never really came up. I mean, I, I never knew my birth parents, and, and like you said my adopted mom died when I was a baby - do you, do you think this Holly woman could actually be my m-"
"I don't know. I tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they're hard copy only, sealed in the county office." Faith said.
"Well, screw that." Andy said.
Andy uses his mojo on the sercurity guard and Sam and Faith skim through old records. They find out that Holly was Andy's mom and Dr. Jennings was her Dr.
"Hey wait a sec, Sam look at this." Faith shows him a piece of paper, "Looks like Holly gave birth to twins. Andy sits with both hands on his head, staring straight ahead in shock.
"I have an evil twin." He says in shock.
"Holly put you and your brother up for adoption. And you went to the Gallagher family, obviously, and your brother went to the Weems family from upstate." Sam says.
"Andy, how you doin'? Still with us?" Faith asks him.
Andy nods, "What was my brother's name?"
"Here. Um, Ansen Weems. He's got a local address." Sam says.
"Well that makes it easy. Let's get a look at him. Got his picture coming off from the DMV right now."
Faith pulls some papers out of the printer and looks at them in surprise. "Hate to kick you while you're freaked. Take a look at that." She shows one of the pages to Andy, who looks up in shock. It's Weber the kid from the coffee shop.
Faith is driving down the dark road with Sam next to her and Andy in the back seat. Andy tells them everything he knows about Weber. Like how he should up eight months ago out of the blue and tried to be Andy's best friend, like he was trying to hard. Sam cringes a little and rubs his eyes.
"Must have known you guys were twins. Why did he change his name? Why not just tell you the truth?" Faith asked. Sam lets out a little moan and puts his hands on his head, "Sam you ok?"
His vision kicks in and his nose starts to bleed.
"Sam talk to me." Faith says.
Sam yells in panic, and starts struggling with the door. She stops the car as Sam shoves the door open, leaning out. Faith gets out and runs around the car to kneel beside him, grabbing his shoulders.
"Hey. Hey!" She says to him and puts her hands on the sides of his face. "Sammy, look at me."
He takes in a breath and his eyes meet hers. "It's Tracey, Weber has her on the bridge just outside of town. Faith he's gonna kill her."
"Alright, just calm down. You good?" he nods his head. "Ok then, let's get to that bridge. Near the bridge, the charger pulls to a stop. Sam and Faith get out and circle around to the trunk, which Faith opens.
"You should stay back." Sam tells her.
"No argument here. Had my head screwed with enough for one day."
Sam pulls out two handguns; as he walks forward he's stopped by Andy, who has gotten out of the car.
"I'm coming with you." Andy tells him. Sam shakes his head "It's Tracy out there, and I'm coming."
Sam creeps up to the car and Weber is facing Tracey in the front seat. The window behind Weber's head shatters, and Sam shoves a handgun in his face. "Get out of the car! Now!"
"You really don't want to do this." Weber tells say.
Sam backhands him, hard. On the other side of the car, Andy opens the door and pulls Tracey out.
"Tracy! Come here, come here, come here. It's okay." He tells her.
"I can't control myself." She says in panic.
Sam opens Weber's door and pulls him out of the car. He pins him facedown over the pavement with the gun aimed at his head. "Don't move. Don't move!" Andy runs over to them and shoves a strip of duct tape over Weber's mouth. He rears back and kicks Weber twice, furious. Sam pushes him back.
"No! No, Andy, let me handle this, all right?"
Dean and Hope are riding in the Impala, Hope skimming the journal, "Um, okay, besides silver we have nailing the undead back into their gravebeds. It's mentioned a few times. It's probably where the whole vampire staking lore comes from." She said.
"Are you serious? And how the hell are we going to get Angela back to the cemetery?"
Hope sits and thinks about it for a moment, "I have an idea, go back to the school."
"Why?"
"Just do it, trust me."
Dean pulls the car over and turns around heading back to the school.
Neil is sitting alone in his dark office when Hope and Dean enter, "What are you guys doing here?"
"You know, I've heard of people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid, but you - you take the cake. Where is Angela anyways?" Dean says and Neil looks at him scared and confused.
"We know what you did. The ritual? Everything." Hope says.
"You're crazy." Neil said.
"Your girlfriend's past her expiration date and we're crazy? When someone's gone they should stay gone. You don't mess with that kind of stuff." Dean says.
"Angela killed Matt. She tried to kill Lindsey." Hope tried to reason with him.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Neil says, Dean stomps over to the other side of the desk and hauls him up by the collar.
"Hey! No more crap, Neil. This blood is on your hands. Now. Me and her can make this right, but you've gotta tell us where she is. Tell us!"
"My house. She's at my house." Neil says and Dean lets him go, then sees several potted plants by the window. They're dead. He looks at Neil.
"You sure about that?" Dean says, Neil nods, looking around nervously. Dean looks past him to see a closet. He raises his voice slightly.
"Listen. It doesn't really matter where she is. There's only one way to stop her. We've got to perform another ritual over her grave, to reverse the one that you did. We're going to need some black root, some, some scar weed, some candles... It's very complicated, but it'll get the job done. She'll be dead again in a couple hours. I think you should come with us." He leans in closer to Neil, knowing that Angela is in the room, "I'm serious, Neil. Leave with us. Right now."
"No. No." he begins to sweat.
Dean lowers his voice, "Listen to me. Get out of here as soon as you can. But most of all, be cool. No sudden movements. Don't make her mad." He turns to Hope, "Let's go."
"You really think this is going to work?" Hope asked looking at Dean.
"No, not really. But it was the only thing I could come up with."
They hear a noise, and nod to each other. Hope stands and pulls a gun from the small of her back. She stalks in the direction of the sound. Some distance away, she freezes, hearing something behind her. She turns, and points the gun at Angela.
"Wait! It's not what you think. I didn't ask to be brought back. But it's still me. I'm still a person. Please." She begs Hope.
Hope fires the gun, hitting her square in the forehead. She screams, her head snapping back. Then Hope bolts back towards the grave. Angela tackles her, and she lands hard on the ground; Angela twists her head back. Dean fires at her, startling her back to standing. He shoots her several more times until she falls straight back into the open grave, landing in the empty coffin. Dean grabs a long metal stake and runs to the grave, sliding the last length on his knees and diving into the coffin. He buries the stake in her chest, pinning her in. She screams, then goes limp. Dean pulls back, panting. "What's dead should stay dead." He says.
Dean and Hope finish filling in her grave and Hope leans against her shovel "Rest in peace."
"Yeah. For good this time, okay?"
They turn away, heading for the car. Hope grunts as she lifts the shovel over one shoulder. "You know, that whole fake ritual thing, luring Angela into the cemetery? Pretty sharp."
"Thanks."
"But did we have to use me as bait, I think she broke my hand."
Dean laughed a little, "You're just too fragile. We'll get it looked." Dean stops and turns back to Mary's grave, pausing.
Hope follows his gaze, "You want to stay for a while?"
He shakes his head and they head for the car, dropping their things in the trunk of the car and getting in, Dean in the driver's side. They pull out of town.
Driving along, Dean is scowling. Hope looks at him, concerned. Dean pulls the car across the road to stop on the opposite shoulder. He gets out and sits on the hood. Hope follows.
"Dean, what is it?" She asks.
"I'm sorry."
"You - for what?"
"The way I've been acting."
Hope crosses to sit on the hood, close to Dean but not touching him.
"I'm sorry to Sam too, dad was his dad too and its my fault he's gone."
Hope looks at him crossing her arms, "What are you talking about?"
"I know you've been thinking it, I can tell- so have I. Doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Back at the hospital, I made a full recovery. It was a miracle. And five minutes later our Dad's dead and the Colt's gone."
Hope takes in a deep breath, knowing the truth, "Dean."
"You can't tell me there's not a connection there. I don't know how the demon was involved; I don't know how the whole thing went down exactly. But my Dad's dead because of me. And that much I do know."
She bit her lower lip, trying hard not to tell Dean the truth, "We don't know that. Not for sure."
"Hope." He starts to cry, trying hard not to, especially in front of her. "Sam and Dad... they're the most important people in my life. And now... I never should have come back, Hope. It wasn't natural. And now look what's come of it. I was dead. And I should have stayed dead. You wanted to know how I was feeling. Well, that's it." Dean searches her face, "So tell me. What could you possibly say to make that all right?
She gets off the hood of the car and stands in front of him, "Dean, your dad loved you, more than I think you know. I know its hard dealing, trust me I do. Parents are supposed to protect their children, and that's exactly what your dad did for you. You were not meant to die, everything happens for a reason."
He looked up at her, tears still filled his eyes. He reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into him. She resisted at first, but wrapped her arms around him in an embracing hug. "You don't just have Sam anymore, you have Faith, and you have me."
He gently pulled away from her so he could look at her. He didn't say anything he just looked at her. She began to get a little nervous and her heart started racing. He reached up and moved her hair out of her face. He leaned up to her and kissed her, everything inside of her told her to let go, to embrace him, to stop worrying about getting hurt.
The kiss last a few minutes before Dean pulled away from her, he looked at the ground, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."
She smiled biting her lower lip, "No, I'm glad you did."
He smiled at her, "Let's hit the road."
"I'll kill you!" Andy yelled at Weber.
"Andy! Listen to me! Listen to me!" Sam yelled at him.
Weber stares at Tracey, who picks up a large stick and hits Sam on the back of the neck with it. He goes down, unconscious. Andy turns to her as Weber stands up.
"Tracy, stop! I said STOP IT!" Andy yells. She drops the stick and backs away, terrified. Andy turns back to Weber, who pulls the duct tape off his mouth.
"How did you do that?"
"Practice, bro. If you'd just practice, you would know. Sometimes you don't need to use your words. If you have to," He taps his forehead. "All you need is this. Sometimes the headache's worth it."
Andy grabs Weber, "You're a twisted son of a bitch!"
"Back off, Andy. Or Tracy's gonna do a little flying." He points to Tracy, Andy turns and sees her standing on the ledge of the bridge. "Aren't you, Trace?" Weber turns back to Andy "I'm stronger than you. I can do it."
"Okay, okay. Okay. All right, just... just please don't hurt her."
"Don't be mad at me, okay? I know, it's, it's all wrong. I didn't mean for this to happen, it's just... Tracy? She's trying to come between us."
"You're insane. You know what your more than insane, your just plain stupid! I mean, you, you learn you've got a twin..." Sam starts coming too, "... you call him up, you go out for a drink, you don't start killing people!"
"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..." Weber begins.
"Who?" Andy asked.
"The man with the yellow eyes."
"What are you talking about?"
"He came to me. In my dream. He said I was special. He told me he's got big plans for me. Wait 'till 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."
Within shooting distance faith stalks with a sniper rifle and sets up shop. She crouches in the shadows and lines up the shot.
Weber hears something and turns in Faith's direction. "I see you. Bye-bye." Faith turns the rifle up and tucks the barrel under her chin. A gunshot goes off and Weber starts who convulsing; Andy has shot him in the back. Weber falls and Andy lowers the gun, shaking.
The police show up and Andy explains the whole thing, "You all saw him shoot himself right?" He says to the cops and they all nod their heads. Andy heads over to Sam and Faith.
"Hey, Andy, I hate to do this, but um, we have to get out of here. I wrote down my cell. You don't have to be alone in this, all right? If anything comes up, just call me." Sam tells him.
"Wha- what am I supposed to do now?" Andy asks confused.
"You be good, Andy. Or we'll be back." Faith tells him.
They head back to the charger, "Looks like I was right." Sam says. Faith gives him a strange look, "Andy. He's a killer after all."
"No, he's a hero. He saved his girlfriend's life, he saved my life." Faith says in defense.
"Bottom line, he wasted somebody."
"Yeah, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was just, he was pushed into that." They arrive at the car.
"Weber was pushed too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death."
"What's your point, Sam?" Faith asks putting her elbows on the roof of the car.
"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 worrying about it." She opened the car door and got in. Sam paused for a moment before doing the sam.
"You know, I heard you before, when Andy made you tell the truth. You're just as scared of this as I am."
"That was mind control! I mean, it's like, that's like being roofied, man, that doesn't count."
"What?"
"No. I'm, I'm calling do-over." She says as she starts up the car.
"What are you, seven?" Sam laughs and Faith glares at him.
"Shut up."
Sam slides closer to her and she moves away with a weird look on her face, "What the hell are you doing?"
He grins at her and moves his hand to her cheek, she's not quite sure how to react.
"Just trust me ok."
She takes in a breath, "Trusting people isn't something I'm good at." Without saying another word he leans in a kisses her. Everything inside of her is telling her to run away and never look back, telling her he will hurt her. But for some reason she gives into him.
Things got a little heated in the charger, before she knew it her shirt was off, his shirt was off…and then the phone rang. Saved by the bell.
Faith sat up fast and searched for her phone. "Hello?" She said a little out of breath.
"What were you running or something?" Dean says, he can hear Sam whispering something. "Are you two…really guys?"
"What do you want Dean?"
"Case closed, and by the sounds of things I'm going to assume yours is too?"
She pushes Sam off her, as he is making it hard to concentrate. "Yeah whats up?"
"Ellen called, meet us at the roadhouse."
"Sure thing." She flips the phone shut and puts her shirt back on, "Play times over, looks like we're headed to the road house.
The Impala and Charger pulled into the dirt parking lot at the same time and all four of them got out, Dean and Hope holding hands. Faith had to take a second glance, she grinned.
They all sit down at the bar.
"Jo?" Ellen says. Jo turns and looks at her mom. "Go pull up another case of beer."
"Mom…"
"Now. Please." As JO leaves, Ellen leans on the bar in front of the four, she turns her attention to Sam and Faith. "So. You uh, you want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?"
"No. Not really. No offense, it's just kind of a family thing." Dean says, Faith and Sam had filled them in on their last venture.
Ellen glances at the two girls, "And their family?"
"Look Ellen its nothing personal, their involved is all." Sam says.
"Yeah well its not family think anymore." She drops a stack of papers on the table. "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?"
"Yeah, we think so." Sam says.
"Sam..." Dean and Faith say at the same time.
"Why?" Ellen asks.
"None of your business." Dean says.
"You mind your tongue with me, boy. This isn't just your war, this is our war too. Now, something big and bad is coming and it's coming fast, and their side holds all the cards. Now, at best all we got is us. Together. No secrets or half-truths here."
"There are people out there, like Andy Gallagher, like me. And um, we all have some kind of ability."
"Ability?" Ellen asks confused.
Dean and Faith roll their eyes, uncomfortable with telling them things. Dean was already pissed at Sam for telling Faith and Hope the truth, but they didn't have much of a choice anymore. "Yeah. 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."
"These people out there, these psychics. Are they dangerous?"
"No. Not all of them." Faith says.
"But some are. Some are very dangerous." Hope chims in.
"Okay, how many of them are we looking at?"
"We've been able to track a clear pattern so far. They've all had house fires on the night of the kid's six month birthday." Dean says.
"Wait no, that's not true, Weber? Or Ansen Weems, or whatever his name is, I looked at his files, and there was no house fire. Nothing out of the ordinary." Sam says.
"Which breaks pattern. So if there's any others like him, there'd be nothing in the system. No way to track 'em all down." Hope says
"And so who knows how many of 'em are really out there?" Dean says.
"Jo honey?" Ellen says, Jo turns her attention to her mom. "You'd better break out the whiskey instead."