I'mma back! This here's Simon Said, it has an interesting thing with the whole special peeps.
You find out a bit more about Amelie.
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AN I know I have missed out the vision, but I just to be quite honest forgot to put it in and it was like 11pm when I started writing this.
And I can't friggin wait cause I just watch Supernatural and type stuff about her.
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Simon Said:
On a lone Highway:
Dean was driving the Impala, Sam in the passenger's seat and Amelie was in the back. Dean was driving down a dark two-lane road.
Dean switched the radio on, and the announcer said 'Rockin' Nebraska. Your source for the classics, all night long'.
'I don't know, man, why don't we just chill out, think about this' Dean moaned.
Sam turned the radio off and said 'what's there to think about?'
'I just don't know if going to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea'.
'Dean, it's another premonition. I know it. This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where'.
'Yeah, man, but...'
'Plus it could have some connection with the demon. Sam's visions always do' Amelie said.
'That's my point. There's gonna be hunters there, I don't know if, if, if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a, a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?'
'So I'm a freak now?'
Dean slapped Sam on the thigh and said 'you've always been a freak'.
At the Roadhouse:
As they entered the Roadhouse Ellen smiled at Amelie and gestured to a shooter arcade game and an older man nearby. She made her way over there. Sam and Dean watched as she made a deal with the man, before proceeding to hit every target. The older man groaned.
'Damn, little lady, that was my room money' he moaned.
Amelie took the money he pulled out and smiled 'well, I guess you're taking a truck nap tonight'.
As she walked over to the bar, ordering her Sam and Dean a drink, Ellen walked over to the man.
'Oughta check the high scores before you put your money down'
She pressed a button on the game and a list of high scores - all reading "Player: Amelie" scrolled across the screen.
'You went and got yourself hustled, Ed'.
'How much you hustle out of the guy then?' Dean asked as he sat down next to Amelie.
'$50, not much but remainder of the money will go towards gas for a couple a'days'.
As Ellen came back over she smiled at Amelie 'you get 'em every time'.
Sam walked over to Ellen after taking a leak and hurriedly asked 'where's Ash?'
'In his back room' Ellen answered.
Sam brushed past her, 'great'.
'And I'm fine...' Ellen said to a retreating Sam.
'Sorry, he's, we're... kind of on a bit of a timetable' Amelie apologised.
In the backroom:
Sam approached a rough wooden door that had a sign hanging on it that read:
Dr Badass is: In
Sam smiled, knocked on the door and said 'Ash? Hey, Ash?'
Dean and Amelie came over, Dean knocked whilst Amelie shouted 'hey, Dr. Badass?'
The door was unlatched and opened a crack so they could see Ash, who was naked. Dean and Sam averted their eyes, Amelie just looked at him with an expression that Sam and Dean liked to call (all though not to her face) the seriously, you gotta have a pissed reason for this.
'Sam? Dean? Amelie?' Ash said incredulously.
'Hey Ash. Um. We need your help' Amelie said.
'Well, hell then. Guess I need my pants'.
Ash shut the door and Amelie, Sam and Dean walked back to the front of the Roadhouse.
Late at night at the Roadhouse:
Ash was sitting at a table with his laptop open, looking at the hand-drawn sketch of the bus logo from Sam's vision. Sam was sitting across from Ash and Amelie and Dean were behind him.
'Well, I got a match. It's the logo from the Blue Ridge bus lines in Guthrie, Oklahoma' Ash said.
'Okay. Uh, can you check Guthrie for any demonic signs, or omens, or anything like that' Amelie said to Ash.
'You think the demon's there?'
'Could be'.
'Why would you think that?'
'As, just check it, all right?' Amelie sighed.
Ash looked at Amelie, he was worried about her, he knew she was a demon and he knew the boys, well Dean, didn't know. He also knew how much stress she could deal with before going crazy.
Sam and Dean looked at one another, frowning at how Ash was looking at Amelie.
'No, ma'am, nothing. No demon'.
'All right, try something else for me. Search Guthrie for a house fire. It would be 1983; fire's origin would be a baby's nursery, night of the kid's six month birthday'.
Ash looked at her again, startled, and Dean looked around to check for eavesdroppers. Ellen, cleaning a table nearby, was watching them.
'Okay, now that is just weird. Why the hell would I be looking for that'.
Sam pulled out a beer bottle and put it next to the laptop.
'Cause there's a PBR in it for ya'.
'Give me fifteen minutes'.
Later:
Amelie pressed a few buttons on the jukebox and the opening chords to REO Speedwagon "Can't Fight This Feeling" started playing. Dean, who was sitting at the bar, looked horrified. Amelie carried a tray to the bar and put it down, and caught his eye.
I can't fight this feeling any longer.
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow.
What started out as friendship,
Has grown stronger.
I only wish I had the strength to let it show.
I tell myself that I can't hold out forever.
I said there is no reason for my fear.
Cause I feel so secure when we're together.
You give my life direction,
You make everything so clear...
'What?' Amelie smirked, before coming over to him and sitting on the table.
'REO Speedwagon?'
'Yeah its REO. I love to annoy you'.
'Don't I know it, and it's just the reason why you ain't gonna drive later'.
'Hmm'
'You gonna stay here whilst we go hunt?'
'Why?'
'Just wondered' Dean replied and looked over at the bar. Ellen was cleaning glasses behind the bar, she looked at him. He smiled nervously.
You're afraid of Ellen?' Amelie smirked.
'I think so'.
'Haha! Ellen wouldn't kill ya' she knows how much you mean to me, yeah she's protective of me but she knows full well I can handle my own, now shut up and finish your beer'.
'We have a match. We've gotta go' Sam said from behind Amelie.
Sam picked Amelie up of the desk and put her down.
'All right, Ellen. See you later' Amelie called.
In the Impala:
The strains of "Can't Fight This Feeling" were coming from Dean, much to Amelie's amusement.
'And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight
You're a candle in the window on a cold dark winter night
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might...' Dean sang.
'You're kidding, right?' Sam said.
'And there was me thinking you hated that song Dean', Amelie said leaning though the back seat to kiss Dean on the neck.
'Yeah well, it's catchy, and I can't get it out of my head, anyway whaddya got?'
Sam briefly looked at the stack of papers in his lap before saying 'Andrew Gallagher. Born in eighty three, like me. Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like me'.
'You think the demon killed his mom?' Amelie asked, getting bored of Dean FM.
'Sure looks like it'.
'How did you even know to look for this guy?' Dean asked.
'Every premonition I've had, if they're not about the demon they're about the other kids the demon visited. Like Max Miller, remember him?'
'Yeah' Dean said.
'Who was this 'Max Miller'?' Amelie asked.
'A pasty little psycho' Dean replied.
'The point is he was killing people. And I was having the same type of visions about him. And now it could be happening all over again with this Gallagher guy' Sam said, cutting off Dean's next line which would have been somewhere along the lines of 'and that sonofabitch tried to kill me'.
'How do we find him?' Amelie asked.
'Don't know. No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills - phone, credit, utilities...' Sam sighed.
'Collection agency flags?' Dean asked, looking over at his baby brother.
'None in the system' Sam said.
'They just let him take a walk?' Dean asked.
'Seems like it. There's a work address from his last W-2, about a year ago' Sam answered.
'Well then, let's start there' Amelie said.
In a Coffee Shop:
Tracy, the waitress, poured coffee into a cup next to Amelie. Dean and Sam sat either side of her in suits.
Amelie had opted for her casual look, black boots, hair loose but curled, dark top and black skinny jeans.
'You won't get anything out of Andy, guys. I'm sorry, but they never do' Tracy said.
'"They"?' Sam asked, raising his eyebrow.
'You're debt collectors, right? Once in a while they come by. I don't know what Andy says to them, but they never come back' Tracy replied.
'Actually we're, we're lawyers. Representing his Great Aunt Leta. She passed, God rest her soul, and left Andy a sizable estate' Dean said matter-of-factly.
'Yeah. So are you a friend of his?' Amelie asked.
'I used to be, yeah. I don't see much of Andy anymore'.
A man next to Tracy said 'Andy? Andy kicks ass, man'.
'Is that right?' Dean asked.
'Yeah. Andy can get you into anything. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once, it was beautiful, bro' the man said again.
'How about bussing a table or two, Weber?' Tracy chastised.
'Yeah. You bet, boss'.
'Look, if you want to find him, try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a barbarian queen painted on the side'.
'Barbarian queen?' Dean said.
'She's riding a polar bear. It's kind of hard to miss'.
Orchard Street:
'I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet' Dean said.
Amelie looked at Dean with a freaked out expression on her face before turning to Sam, 'hey what's wrong?'
'Nothing'.
'Sam, you look like you're sucking on a lemon, what's going on?'
'This Andrew Gallagher, he's the second guy like this we've found, Am. Demon came to them when they were kids, now they're killing people'.
'We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, all right? He could be innocent'.
'My visions haven't been wrong yet'.
'What's your point?'
'My point is, I'm one of them'.
'No, you're not'.
'Am, the demon said he had plans for me and children like me'.
'Yeah and? Demon's lie Sam, it's all they know, yellow eyes? He's probably the king of lies' Amelie said.
Sam looked into Amelie's eyes, he could see the specks of black that were being held back by her necklace, heck yeah they lie he thought, but he still wasn't convinced. 'Yeah, maybe this is his plan, maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks, maybe we're all supposed to be —'
'What, killers?'
'Yeah'.
'So the demon wants you out there killing with your minds, is that it? Come on, give me a break. You're not a murderer, Sam! You don't have it in your bones' Amelie chastised.
'No? Last I checked, I kill all kinds of things' Sam retorted.
'Those things were asking for it. There's a difference' Amelie said.
Whilst Amelie and Sam were talking Dean was looking out of the window of his Impala, he saw Andy exit a building, he was wearing some pyjamas and a long satin robe embroidered with dragons.
'Got him' Dean smiled.
Amelie and Sam turn to look outside the window just as a woman in a second-story window waved to Andy, who blew her a kiss back. Andy then proceeded to greet a man on the street, who smiled at him and before handing Andy his coffee. Further along, Andy greeted another man and shook his hand.
'That's him. That older guy, that's him, that's the shooter' Sam suddenly said.
'All right, you two keep on him, I'll stick with Andy. Go'.
Sam and Amelie got out of the car and started following Dr Jennings on foot. Andy then got into his van and drove off, Dean followed him in the Impala.
A few minutes later, Andy stopped and got out of his van, he then walked back to Dean, who tucked a handgun into his jacket.
'Hey' Andy said.
'Hey hey' Dean replied.
'This is a cheery ride'.
'Yeah, thanks'.
'Man, the '67? Impala's best year if you ask me. This is a serious classic'.
'Yeah. You know, I just rebuilt her, too'.
'Yeah?'
'Yeah, can't let a car like this one go'.
'Damn straight. Hey. Can I have it?'
'Sure, man'.
Dean got out of the car, smiled at Andy and moved aside, allowing Andy to get into the driver's side.
'Sweet' Andy said.
'Hop right in there. There ya go'.
'Take it easy'.
'All right'.
Andy then proceeded to drive off in the Impala, with Dean standing on the street, looking very confused.
Elsewhere, on another street:
Sam and Amelie were watching Dr Jennings from a short distance; Dr Jennings' cell phone suddenly rang, exactly like in Sam's vision, and Dr Jennings' swiftly answered it.
'Hello' he answered 'yeah'.
Amelie quickly spotted the Blue Ridge bus approach, and her and Sam crossed in front of it towards the sporting goods store. They ran up the steps and went into the building. Amelie was on guard and watched the clerk and bystanders, whilst Sam pulled the fire alarm.
Dr Jennings was approaching the store, but upon hearing the alarm go off he stopped, was confused for a second, before turning and walking away.
Sam and Amelie then left the store along with everyone else the store and went down the street, when suddenly the Impala went passed them, with Andy in the driver's seat and no Dean. Amelie and Sam stared at the Impala in shock.
Dr Jennings cell phone went off again, 'hello? Yeah? All right'.
Sam pulled out his cell and quickly dialled Dean whilst Amelie kept her eye on Dr Jennings.
'Dean! Andy's got the Impala!' Sam said to Dean.
'I know! He just sorta asked me for it and I, I let him take it' came the tinny response of Dean through the cell phone receiver.
'You what?' Sam said, shocked.
'He full-on Obi-Wanned me. It's mind control, man!' Dean protested.
Amelie smiled at Dean's response and looked back at Dr Jennings, she watched in horror as the man started to walk in front of a bus, which proceeded to slam into him at full speed.
A short while later:
As paramedics put Dr Jennings' into a body bag, Sam and Amelie were sitting on the curb nearby. Amelie was shaking and Sam was trying to console her.
Dean crouched behind them, and placed a hand on Amelie's back.
'We kept him out of the gun store. We thought he was okay. We thought he was past it, at least... We should have stayed with him' Amelie said.
In the Diner:
Weber was bussing dishes as Andy entered, he looked upset.
'Andy! Whassup, dog?' Weber said, he raised his hand in the air, ready to high-five Andy, but Andy ignored him and headed straight for Tracy.
'Andy! What are you doing here?' Tracy exclaimed.
'Doctor Jennings.. he's dead' Andy answered.
'Oh no, I'm sorry' Tracy said softly.
'I don't know, I, I, was, I was upset, and I wanted to see you' Andy quietly said.
Tracy put her hands on his 'well, I'm glad you did. I um, I missed you. Oh, you know what? Some guys were here this morning looking for you'.
'What guys?'
On a street nearby:
'Thank god! Oh. I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again. Well, at least he left the keys in it' Dean said as he approached his Impala.
'Yeah. Real Samaritan, this guy' Amelie smirked.
'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' Sam stated.
'I don't know, maybe' Dean said.
'Beg your pardon?'
'I just don't know if he's our guy, Sam' he replied.
'Dean, you had O.J. convicted before he got out of his white Bronco and you have doubts about this?'
'He just doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type, that's all. You know. And O.J. was guilty'.
'Either way, how are we going to track this guy down?'
Amelie looked at the boys for a second before saying 'not a problem'.
Another street later on in the day:
Amelie, Dean and Sam approached Andy's blue van from the back.
'Not exactly an inconspicuous ride. Let's have a look' Amelie suggested to the boys.
Dean pulled a small crowbar out of his jacket and priesd open the back door. Porn music was playing as they walked to the main room, inside was: a 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' Dean said.
Sam looked at the books 'Hegel, Kant, Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading, Dean'.
'Yeah, and uh, and Moby Dick's bong'.
At a Vacant lot next day:
Amelie, Dean and Sam were sitting in the parked Impala. Dean was eating something in a foil wrapper as Sam and Amelie studied 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' Dean moaned.
'What I don't get is the motive. I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean, why would Andy waste him?' Amelie said.
'If it is Andy' Dean replied.
'Dude, enough' Sam said.
'What?' Dean asked, his mouth full of food.
'The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus. Andy just happens to have the power of mind control. You do the math' Amelie said.
'I just don't think the guy's got it in him, that's all' Dean said.
'Well, how the hell would you know? I mean, why are you bending over backwards defending him?' Sam said.
'Cause you're not right about this' Dean countered.
'About Andy?' Sam snapped.
Suddenly at Sam's open window, slamming his hands down on the frame and leaning into the car was Andy.
'Hey! You think I haven't seen you three? Why are you following me?' Andy asked.
The last sentence reverberated strangely; and Dean looked stunned.
Sam calmly replied 'well, we're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed aw-'
'Tell the truth!' Andy barked.
'That's what I'm – '
'We hunt demons' Dean said.
'What?'
'Dean!' Amelie chastised.
'Demons and spirits. Things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam here, he's my brother. And Amelie, she's my girlfriend, love her too bits, especially some bits of he-'
'Dean, shut up!' Amelie said blushing.
'I'm trying. He's psychic. Kind of like you, Sammy. 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, and Amelie I know you're screwed already at the killings'.
'Okay, you know what? Just leave me alone' Andy said.
'Okay' Dean said.
'All right?' Andy said and left.
Dean cringed, and held his head, as Sam got out of the car, following Andy, leaving Amelie to massage Dean's head.
'What are you doing? Look, I, I said leave me alone. All right? Get out of here, just start driving and never stop' Andy barked at Sam.
'Doesn't seem to work on me, Andy' Sam said.
'What?' Andy asked.
'You can make people do things, can't you? You can tell them what to think' Sam remarked.
Dean, having gotten over the headache, got out of the car, followed by Amelie; Sam held up a hand, warning them not to come closer'.
'That... that's crazy' Andy stuttered.
'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?'
'Because the same thing happened to me, Andy. My mom died in a fire, too. I have abilities too. So does Amelie, you see, we're connected, you and me and her'.
'You know what? Just, just, just, just get out of here, all right?'
'Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?'
'What?'
Sam suddenly got a vision-flash of fire, and a hand holding a gas pump. He cringed. And the vision continued in pieces as he tries to focus on Andy.
'Why did you kill him?'
'I didn't!'
Sam cringed again as the vision hit with full force:
Gas Station ~ Vision~
A middle-aged blond woman with leather gloves and a long black coat was pumping gas into an SUV. Her cell phone rang; she answered.
'Hello?'
There was a flash of fire, and a man shied away from it.
'Sure. I can do that' she said into the receiver.
She hung up the phone and leant into the car, pressed down her cigarette lighter. She pulled out the gas pump and started drenching herself in gasoline. A gas station employee across the way saw her.
'Hey! Lady, what are you doing?' he yelled.
The woman pulled the cigarette lighter out and stepped into the open, holding her arms out.
'It's gonna be okay' she assured.
She lowered the cigarette lighter to her drenched arm.
'Lady, no! No!'
She then burst into flames as the man watched in horror. The vision ended and Sam was clutching his head in agony.
Sam, hands on his head, started to fall; Amelie quickly ran over to him shouting 'Sammy'.
She caught him before he fell to the ground and lowered him gently onto the asphalt.
'Sam? What is it?' Amelie asked.
'Look, I didn't do anything to him' Andy started.
'A woman. A woman burning alive' Sam mumbled.
'What else'd you get?' Dean said as he came over to them.
'A gas station, a woman is gonna kill herself'.
'What does he mean, going to? What is he, what is – ' Andy said but was cut off by Dean.
'Shut up!' Dean said.
'She gets triggered by a call on her cell' Sam said.
'When?' Amelie asked.
'I don't know' Sam said.
Amelie helped Sam stand up and said 'as long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch he can't hurt her'.
'I didn't hurt anybody' Andy protested.
'Yeah, not yet' Sam muttered.
A fire engine suddenly roared past them, sirens blaring. They all turned to watch it.
'Go' Sam told Dean.
Dean ran off, following the siren; Andy tried to step past Sam and Amelie, who stopped him with a hand on his chest.
'No, not you. You're staying here with me' Amelie warned.
At the Gas station:
The firemen were putting out the fire; Dean pulled out his cell and called 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'.
At the Vacant lot where Sam, Amelie and Andy were earlier:
Sam and Amelie sat by each other with Andy sitting across them on an abandoned truck.
'So you get these premonitions of people about to die?'
Sam nodded.
'And you get headaches whenever this demon is near you?'
Amelie nodded.
'That's impossible' Andy said.
Sam and Amelie laughed 'a lot of people would say the same thing about what you do'.
'But... death visions and demon locater girl?'
'Yeah' Amelie said.
''Dude, that sucks. I mean, like, when I got my mind thing? It was like a gift, you know, it was, it was like I won the Lotto'.
'But you still live in a van. I don't get it, I mean, you could, you could have anything you ever wanted' Sam said.
'I mean, I, I got everything I need' Andy replied.
'So you're really not a killer, huh?' Amelie said.
Andy laughed 'that's what I've been trying to tell you!'
'That's good. Means there's hope for both of us' Sam said.
Dean pulled up by them in the Impala, and Sam, Amelie and Andy stood. Dean got out of the car.
'Victim's name was Holly Becket, forty one, single'.
Sam turned to face Andy and asked 'who is she?'
'I've never heard of her' Andy answered.
'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' Dean said.
'Andy, were you adopted?' Amelie asked.
'Well, yeah' Andy stated.
'You were? And you neglected to mention that?' Dean asked.
'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' Dean cut in 'I tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they're hard copy only, sealed in the county office'.
'Well, screw that' Andy replied.
At the records office that night:
As Sam, Dean and Amelie went through boxes of files, Andy walked an elderly security guard to the door.
'Probably shouldn't have left you kids in here' he said.
'No, it'll all be fine. All right? Just go get a cup of coffee' Andy assured the man.
As the guard left, Andy continued in a dramatic voice.
'These aren't the 'droids you're looking for'.
Dean grinned 'awesome'.
'I got it' Amelie said.
'Yeah?' Dean asked coming over to her.
'Yeah. Andy, it's true. Holly Becket was your birth mother'.
'Huh. Does anyone have a Vicodin?' Andy asked.
'Dr. Jennings was her doctor, too, I mean, he oversaw the adoption. You have a solid connection to both of them' Amelie continued.
'Yeah, but I didn't kill them'.
'We believe you'.
'Yeah' Sam said.
'But uh, who did?' Dean said aloud.
'I think I got a pretty good guess. Holly Becket gave birth to twins' Amelie said.
Later:
Andy was sitting with both hands on his head, staring straight ahead in shock. Amelie was sitting next to him hand on his shoulder. Dean was standing by a printer nearby and Sam is pacing with a folder in his hands.
'I have an evil twin' Andy moaned.
'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 said.
'Andy, how you doin'? Still with us?' Amelie said.
'Um. What was my brother's name?'
'Here. Um, Ansen Weems. He's got a local address' Sam answered.
'He lives here?' Andy asked.
'Let's get a look at him. Got his picture coming off from the DMV right now' Dean said.
Dean pulled some papers out of the printer and looked at them in surprise.
'Hate to kick you while you're freaked. Take a look at that' Dean said.
He handed one of the pages to Andy, who looked up in shock.
The coffee shop from the other day:
The coffee shop was nearly empty; Weber and Tracy were closing up.
'Hey, Trace?' Weber said.
'Yeah?'
'You and Andy, you guys went together for a while, didn't you?'
'Yeah, Weber, why?'
'I don't know, I was just wondering. I, I was wondering how you felt about him these days. I mean, I've seen you guys together, it seems like there's still something there. Just... were you guys ever, like, serious?'
'Um, no'.
'Come on, Trace' Weber said, his voice echoing 'tell the truth'.
On a lone road:
Dean was driving the Impala down the dark road, with Sam in the passenger seat and Andy and Amelie in the back.
'All right, Andy. Tell us everything you know about this guy' Amelie asked.
'Well, I mean, not much. I... Weber shows up one day, eight months ago? Acting like he's my best friend in the world. Kinda weird, like, trying too hard, you know?' Andy said.
In the passenger seat up front Sam started cringing, and rubbing his eyes.
'Must have known you guys were twins. Why did he change his name? Why not just tell you the truth?' Amelie asked.
'No idea' Andy answered.
'Aah!' Sam cried out.
'Sam?' Dean said
At a bridge that night ~Vision~
Tracy, wearing only satin lingerie, walked slowly to the side of a ravine. Crying, she climbed onto the ledge and looked around. She paused, looked back, then leapt..
Back in the Impala:
Sam yelled in a panic, and struggled with the door.
'Sam? Sam! Sam!' Dean shouted.
He stopped the car as Sam shoved the door open, and leaned out. Dean quickly got out and ran around the car to kneel beside him. Dean grabbed Sam's shoulders.
'Hey. Hey!' Dean said.
On the bridge from the vision:
Weber drove onto the bridge and pulled to a stop; Tracy was in the passenger's seat. He ran a hand slowly up her thigh.
'I take my ladies here. They like it. Well, I mean, I like it, so of course they do too' Weber explained.
Tracy started crying 'please, I just want to go home'.
'Stop crying' Weber ordered.
Tracy complied and stopped crying.
'Hey. I get it. I see what you see in Andy, I mean, he's a genius. Books he reads? He's gonna be a great man someday. But he is my family, not yours. You can't have him. You're not gonna have anything after tonight' Weber soothed.
On a road near the bridge:
Near the bridge, the Impala was pulled to a stop. Sam, Dean and Amelie got out and circled around to the trunk, which Dean opened.
'Dean, you should stay back' Sam started.
'No argument here. Had my head screwed with enough for one day' Dean replied.
Sam pulled out two handguns, handed one to Amelie and they walked forward but were stopped by Andy, who had gotten out of the car.
'I'm coming with you' Andy said.
'Andy, no' Amelie said.
'Tracy's out there, and I'm coming' Andy stated.
In Weber's car:
Crying again, Tracy started unbuttoning her dress as Weber watched.
'Hey. Slower. Tracy? I want you to listen to me very carefully, okay? When we're done here, I want you to head over to the edge of that dam, okay?' Weber said, his voice echoing.
'Okay' Tracy nodded.
'And when you get there, you're gonna think you can fly. And you're just gonna step right off. You can fly, can't you?' Weber said.
'Yeah. I think so' Tracy replied.
'You might get scared, but I want you to say that it's okay. Just tell yourself, everything is okay' Weber assured.
The window behind Weber's head suddenly shattered, and Amelie shoved a handgun in his face.
'Get out of the car! Now!' Amelie ordered.
'You really don't want to do this' Weber said.
Amelie backhanded him, hard. On the other side of the car, Andy opened the door and pulled Tracy out.
'Tracy! Come here, come here, come here. It's okay'.
'I can't control myself' she cried.
Sam opened Weber's door and pulled him out of the car. He then pinned him facedown over the pavement with the gun aimed at his head.
'Don't move. Don't move!' Sam ordered.
Amelie then shoved a strip of duct tape over Weber's mouth.
Andy then came over and kicked Weber twice, furious. Sam pushed him back.
'No! No, Andy, let me handle this, all right?' Sam said.
'I'm gonna kill you!' Andy shouted to Weber.
'No! I'll handle this, I'll handle this!' Sam said dragging Andy away and leaving Amelie with Weber.
'I will kill you!' Andy shouted to Weber again.
'Andy! Listen to me! Listen to me!' Sam said looking into Andy's eyes.
Weber stared at Tracy, who picked up a large stick and hit Sam on the back of the neck with it. He went down, unconscious. Andy turned to her as Weber stood up.
'Tracy, stop! I said STOP IT!' Andy ordered.
She dropped the stick and backed away, terrified. Andy turned back to Weber, who pulled the duct tape off his mouth.
No-one noticed that Amelie was slowly walking towards the edge of the bridge.
'How did you do that?' Andy asked Weber.
'Practice, bro. If you'd just practice, you would know. Sometimes you don't need to use your words. If you have to' Weber paused and tapped his forehead 'all you need is this. Sometimes the headache's worth it'.
Andy grabbed Weber
'You're a twisted son of a bitch!'
'Back off, Andy. Or Amelie's gonna do a little flying, curtsey of Tracy'.
Andy turned in horror to see Amelie standing on the ledge and Tracy looking like she was about to push her off.
'Aren't you, Amelie?'
'I'm stronger than you. I can do it' Weber said to Andy.
'Okay, okay. Okay. All right, just... just please don't hurt them'.
'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. And Amelie? She's a demon, she will kill you'
'You're insane'.
'She's garbage! Man, they all are! We can, we can push them, we can make them do whatever we want!'
'Are you really... are you really this stupid?'
'Wha-'
'I mean, you, you learn you've got a twin...'
Sam was starting to come to now and looked around for Amelie.
'... you call him up, you go out for a drink, you don't start killing people!' Andy finished.
'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?'
'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. He said to get the girl out of the way as well'.
In the woods:
Within shooting distance, but not hearing distance, Dean stalked to a hiding place with a sniper rifle. He looked back to the bridge and was alarmed to see Amelie standing on the edge of the bridge, it took everything he had to not run over there and rescue her.
Back on the bridge:
Amelie had tears coming down her face as she was pushed further towards the edge, she spared a last look at Sam.
'Why did you kill our mother? Why, and why Dr. Jennings?' Andy asked.
'Because they split us up! They ruined our lives, Andy! We could have been together this whole time. Instead of alone. I couldn't, I couldn't let them do that, I couldn't let them get away with that. No'.
In the woods:
Dean crouched in the shadows and lined up the shot.
On the bridge:
Weber turned, as he heard something. He peered into the distance, into Dean's hiding place.
'I see you. Bye-bye'.
In the woods:
Dean turned the rifle up and tucked the barrel under his chin.
'Dean!' Amelie cried.
Tracy was about to give Amelie one last final push when a gunshot sounded.
'NO!' Amelie cried.
But it wasn't Dean who had been shot, it was Weber by Andy.
On the bridge in the morning:
Rescue and police crews had finally arrived on the scene. Andy was talking to three police officers, his stance confident. Sam was crouching by a wall, a paramedic tending to his shoulder. Dean and Amelie were standing at his side. Amelie had her hand in Dean's and was very pale.
'He shot himself. And you all saw it happen' Andy told the policemen.
'Yeah. We did' the policeman in the middle said.
'Look at him. He's getting better at it' Dean said.
Andy passed an ambulance where Tracy was sitting, a blanket around her shoulders. She avoided his eyes.
Andy then approached Amelie, Sam and Dean.
'She won't even look at me' Andy said.
'Yeah, she's pretty shaken up' Sam said.
'No, it's, this is different. It's, uh, I never, I never used my mind thing on her before. Before last night. She's scared of me now' Andy said.
'Hey, Andy, I hate to do this, but um, we have to get out of here. Here. I wrote down my cell. You don't have to be alone in this, all right? If anything comes up, just call me up' Amelie said.
'Wha- what am I supposed to do now?'
'You be good, Andy. Or we'll be back' Amelie said.
As the trio walked away Sam said to them 'looks like I was right'.
'About what?' Dean asked.
'Andy. He's a killer after all' Sam said.
'No, he's a hero. He saved his girlfriend's life, he saved my life. He saved Amelie's life'.
'Bottom line, last night, he wasted somebody'.
'Yeah, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was just, he was pushed into that'.
'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?' Amelie said.
'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 replied.
'Sam, we don't know what the demon wants, okay? Quit worrying about it' Dean said.
Sam glanced at Amelie making her look down 'you know, I heard you before, Dean, when Andy made you tell the truth. You're just as scared of this as I am' Sam said.
'That was mind control! I mean, it's like, that's like being roofied, man, that doesn't count' Dean protested.
'What?'
'No. I'm, I'm calling do-over' Dean said.
'What are you, seven?' Amelie said.
'Doesn't matter. Look, we've just gotta keep doing what we're doing, find that evil son of a bitch and kill it' Dean said to them.
'Yeah, I guess' Sam sighed.
Suddenly Amelie's cell started to ring. She picked it up on the second ring.
'Hello? Ellen. What's going on? Yeah, we'll be right there' she said into the speaker.
At the Roadhouse:
Sam, Amelie and Dean were sitting at the bar, Ellen was behind it.
'Am?' Ellen said.
'Hmm?'
'Can you go pull up another case of beer?'
'Sure'.
As Amelie left Ellen leant on the bar in front of Sam and Dean.
'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 said.
'Not anymore' Ellen replied and 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. You think it was the demon both times, don't you? You think it went after Gallagher's family?' Ellen asked.
'Yeah, we think so' Sam said.
'Sam...' Dean warned.
'Why?' Ellen questioned.
'None of your business' Dean sharply replied.
'You mind your tongue with me, boy. This isn't just your war, this is war. Now, something big and bad's 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. By God if Amelie could hear you right now she smack you round the head. I'm not gunna smack you though, that's her job'
'There are people out there, like Andy Gallagher, like me. And um, we all have some kind of ability'.
'Ability?'
Dean rolled his eyes, uncomfortable at the situation.
'Yeah. Psychic ability. Me, I have, um, I have visions. Premonitions. I don't know, it's different for everybody. Amelie's is sensing the demon and the demon said he had plans for people like us' Sam answered.
'What kind of plans?' Ellen asked.
'We don't really know for sure' Sam said.
'These people out there, these psychics. Are they dangerous?' Ellen asked.
'No. Not all of them' Dean said looking at Sam.
'But some are. Some are very dangerous' Sam countered, glancing at where Amelie had gone.
'Okay, how many of them are we looking at?' Ellen asked.
'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 said.
'That's not true' Sam said.
'What?' Dean said.
'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 said.
'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' Ellen said.
'And so who knows how many of 'em are really out there?' Dean wondered.
'Amelie honey?' Ellen called.
'Yeah?' she called back from the basement.
'You'd better break out the whiskey instead'.
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