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CHAPTER TEN- SILVER TONGUE
"Hey, it's me," I pressed the phone to my ear as Dean spoke.
"She's dead. Burned up, like you said."
My heart sank.
"When?"
"Like minutes before I got here, I mean the smell hasn't even cleared," Dean huffed.
"What's up with your visions, kid? This wasn't even a headstart."
"I don't know," I massaged my head. "I can't control them, I don't know what the hell is going on."
"Listen," Dean's voice was a fraction gentler.
"Sam was with Andy when this whole thing went down, so it can't be him. It's someone else."
I frowned.
"That doesn't make any sense."
"What else is new?" I could almost picture Dean's smirk.
"Well, I'll dig around here, see what else I can find."
~Supernatural~
We sat across from each other on an abandoned truck.
Andy stared at us.
"So both of you get these premonitions of people about to die?"
We nodded.
"That's impossible."
Sam laughed.
"A lot of people would say the same thing about what you do."
"But….." Andy eyed us sympathetically. "Death visions."
"Yeah," I attempted a smile.
"That sucks," Andy said eloquently. "I mean, like when I got my mind thing? It was like a gift, you know."
"But you still live in a van," Sam wrinkled his forehead.
"I don't get it," I added. "You could have anything you ever wanted."
Andy shrugged.
"I've got everything I need."
His eyes flashed down to my cell.
"Hey, nice phone. Let me have it."
I looked down at it, then back to him.
"No."
Sam chuckled at Andy's dumbfounded expression.
"No fair," He whined. "You're immune, too?"
"Guess so."
Sam smiled.
"Odette can move things with her mind, too."
Andy's eyes widened in excitement.
"Really? That is so cool! Like Jean Grey in the Marvel comics?"
I couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm.
"Very much like that."
Sam shifted slightly.
"So you're really not a killer, huh?"
Andy snickered.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you!"
"That's good," Sam's lip pulled up. "Means there's hope for us."
Dean pulled up in the Impala, and we jumped to our feet.
"Victim's name was Holly Beckett," Dean approached us. "Forty one, single."
"Who is she?" Sam asked Andy.
Andy frowned.
"I've never heard of her."
"Called Ash on the way over here," Dean supplied.
"He came up with a little something. Apparently, Holly Beckett gave birth when she was eighteen years old, back in 1983. Same day you were born, Andy."
I looked at the boy.
"Andy, were you adopted?"
"Well, yeah," He twitched uneasily.
"You were?" Dean's eyebrow rose.
"And you neglected to mention that?"
"Never really came up," Andy shrugged.
"I mean, I never knew my birth parents, and my adopted mom died when I was a baby- do you think this Holly woman could be my-"
"I don't know," Dean interrupted. "I tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they're hard copy only, sealed in the county office."
Andy snorted.
"Well, screw that."
~Supernatural~
Castiel looked coolly at Andy.
"Nice coat, man," Andy grinned.
He coughed as Castiel continued to stare.
Sam broke the awkward silence.
"I got it."
"Yeah?" Dean looked over at Sam.
"Yeah," Sam nodded. "Andy, it's true. Holly Beckett was your mother."
"Huh." He sank into a chair.
"Does anyone have a Vicodin?"
"Dr. Jennings was her doctor, too," I flipped through the records.
"I mean, he oversaw the adoption. You have a solid connection to both of them."
"Yeah, but I didn't kill them," Andy shook his head.
"He's not lying."
Castiel looked unsurprisingly out of place in the records office.
"Then who did?" Dean crossed his arms.
"I think I got a pretty good guess," Sam cleared his throat.
"Holly Beckett gave birth to twins."
…
Andy stared straight ahead, dazed.
"I have an evil twin."
"Hate to kick you while you're freaked, but take a look at that."
Dean shoved a paper under Andy's nose.
It was Weber.
…
"All right, Andy," Dean drove the Impala down the dark road.
"Tell me everything you know about this guy."
"Well, I mean, not much," Andy shifted.
"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?"
Sam cringed, rubbing his eyes.
"Must've known you guys were twins," Dean rubbed a hand over his face.
"Why did he change his name? Why not just tell you the truth?"
"No idea."
"Aah!"
Sam moaned in pain.
"Sam?"
He yelled in panic, struggling with the door.
"Sam!"
Dean stopped the car as Sam shoved the door open, leaning out.
I ran out with Dean to kneel beside him.
Dean grabbed his shoulders.
"Hey. Hey!"
~Supernatural~
The window behind Weber's head shattered as he controlled Tracy.
Sam shoved a handgun in his face.
"Get out of the car! Now!"
"You really don't want to do this."
Sam backhanded him hard.
I helped Andy pull Tracy out of the car.
"Tracy," Andy held onto her. "Come here, come here. It's okay."
She shuddered.
"I can't control myself."
Sam opened Weber's door and pulled him out, pinning him facedown over the pavement with the gun aimed at his head.
"Don't move. Don't move!"
Andy ran over and shoved a strip of duct tape over Weber's mouth.
He reared back furiously, kicking Weber twice.
I pushed him back.
"No! No, Andy, let me handle this, all right?" Sam blocked his way.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Andy struggled out of my grip.
"No!" Sam yelled. "I'll handle this, I'll handle this!"
"I will kill you!"
I tugged him away.
"Andy, listen to me. Listen to me!"
Weber stared at Tracy, and she picked up a large stick, hitting Sam on the back of the neck with it.
She sent me crashing against the cement.
My head spun.
I dimly heard Andy shout.
"Tracy, stop! I said STOP IT!"
She dropped the stick and backed away, terrified.
Andy turned to Weber, who pulled the tape off his mouth.
"How did you do that?"
"Practice, bro," Weber grinned.
"If you'd just practice, you would know. Sometimes you don't need to use your words."
"If you have to," Weber 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," Weber snarled. "Or Tracy's gonna do a little flying."
Andy turned in dismay to see Tracy standing on the ledge.
"Aren't you, Trace?"
Weber turned to Andy.
"I'm stronger than you. I can do it."
"Okay, okay," Andy backed away. "All right, just… just please don't hurt her."
"Don't be mad at me, okay?" He moved back.
"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."
Andy shook his head in disgust.
"You're insane."
"She's garbage, man!" Weber yelled. "Man, they all are! We can, we can push them, we can make them do whatever we want."
Andy inched towards the ledge.
"Are you really…. are you really this stupid?"
"Wha-"
Sam groaned, coming to.
"I mean, you, you learn you've got a twin, 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."
"Who?"
Weber smiled.
"The man with the yellow eyes."
~Supernatural~
Within shooting distance, Dean stalked his hiding place with a sniper rifle, and I attempted to stand.
No luck.
"Why did you kill our mother? Why, and why Dr. Jennings?"
Sam hauled me up.
"Because they split us up!" Weber shouted.
"They ruined our lives, Andy! We could have been together this whole time, instead of alone. I couldn't let them do that, I couldn't let them get away with that."
Dean crouched in the shadows, lining up the shot.
Weber turned as a stick snapped.
"I see you. Bye- bye."
Dean turned the rifle, tucking the barrel under his chin.
"No!"
My scream echoed Sam's.
"You're not doing anything."
Castiel appeared, mouth set in a grim line, and snapped Weber's neck.
He thudded to the pavement.
Weber was dead.