(Two weeks after 'BloodLust')
It was the middle of night when Bobby decided to go to the fridge for a very late night snack, he knew that he'll regret eating so late when he has heartburn. Pasting the downstairs restroom he heard a noise, he stopped where he was. He heard it again, a gagging sound. 'What the hell?' He thought to himself, Bobby slowly opened the door to see his daughter Shia on the floor over the toilet throwing up contents from her stomach.
"You okay, baby girl?" Bobby said reaching over his daughter to rub her back.
"I'm fine, dad. I've been doing this for about a week now." Shia said softly. Bobby looked at her, she looked terrible. Bags under her eyes, she looked tired, her hair was all over the place. She just looked terrible, but at that second Bobby realized something. She's sick all the time, she wants more food, she's a bit more moody than usual. 'Could she be? No. No. She can't be.'
"Damn it. That better be the flu." Bobby said under his breathe.
"Why would you say that, dad?" Shia said lifting herself up now, sitting on the bathroom counter.
"Well, have you ever thought about it? About the possibilities of you being...pregnant?" Bobby asked giving Shia a stern look. Shia jumped off the counter to get a good look at her father.
"What? No. Dad! No, I mean..." Realization hit Shia hard as she thought about the last time her and Dean made love...about a month ago...no protection was being used...and she skipped her period. "Oh my God."
"Oh, you idgit. We happen to the sex talk we had when you were sixteen? Protection at all times."
"I know, dad. I just...Oh my God...what if I am?"
"Then you tell Dean that I'm gonna kill him in his sleep." Bobby said with a frown on his face, he thought that if she was pregnant...that means she was growing up way too fast.
"Why just in his sleep?" Shia asked curiously crossing her arms.
"So, he can go peacefully. Look, I'm gonna go to bed and think this was all a dream. Goodnight." Bobby said kissing Shia's forehead.
The next day, Shia was found pacing back and forth in the bedroom her and Dean shared. Bobby stood at the doorway watching her become stressed.
"So, last night wasn't a dream, huh?" Bobby asked coming inside of the to sit on the bed, Shia stood still and looked at him.
"No, it wasn't a dream. Daddy, what if I am-" Shia started to say but was cut off by alarm she set up for the pregnancy test she took to show her the results.
"Where did you get a test?"
"I...orbed to a gas station when we had our talk late last night."
"Your powers are growing." Bobby said.
"Yes, they are," Shia said with pregnancy test in hand, she stared at it for about a minute or two. She couldn't believe her eyes. Positive. That small, pink plus sign was gonna change her life...forever. "Oh My God."
"What?"
"I'm pregnant."
"You going to tell Dean?" Bobby asked sternly.
"Really? Was that your first thing to say?"
"Well, are you?"
"I'm tell him when the time is right. Okay?" Shia said grabbing her purse and shoes. "I'll be back soon, I just need to clear my head."
(Present Time)
"I don't know, man. Why don't we just chill out and think about this," Dean asks, as they drive down the dark highway. He had found his younger brother in a gas station bathroom with an upset look on his face and once back in the Impala, Sam had proceed to tell them about the vision he had.
"What's there to think about," Sam counters, rubbing his forehead.
Shia places a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You know, honey, Dean is right. Why do we all need to go to that roadhouse?" Shia asks him.
"It's another premonition. I know it. This is gonna happen and Ash can tell us where."
"Yeah, man, but-" Dean starts before Sam interrupts him.
"Plus, it could have some connection with the demon. My visions always do."
"That's my point. There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?"
Sam stares at his brother. "So, I'm a freak now?"
"You've always been a freak," Dean tells him and slaps Sam's knee, as Dean slapped Sam's knee Shia slapped Dean's head.
"Babe, be nice to your brother." Shia said leaning back in her seat.
"Yeah, Okay, mom." Dean said, he didn't notice that when he said those words Shia flinched. Shia didn't mention to Dean about her being pregnant, she's about six weeks..she found that out when she payed a visit to Michael, him being a maternity doctor was just a bit ironic Shia thought.
They walk into the Roadhouse, filled with hunters and non-hunters. Loud music was playing from a jukebox in the corner. "Just can't stay away, huh," A girl with blond hair greets them, Shia noticed the way she looked at Dean, she took one glance at Dean and noticed he was giving the girl a small smile. 'What the hell is going on here?' Shia thought.
Dean chuckles, his gaze roaming over her. "Yeah, looks like it. How you doing, Jo?" 'Who is the hell is Jo, and why am I not just hearing about her?' Shia a thought again to herself.
"Where's Ash," Sam asks before Jo can answer.
"In his back room."
"Great." Sam quickly walks away.
"And I'm fine," Jo calls after them, then Jo noticed Shia beside Dean. "Oh, do you need somewhere to sit? First time customer, huh?"
"No, I'm his girlfriend." Shia said reaching for Dean's hand and linking their fingers, for a second Jo looked hurt.
"Oh...I didn't know that...since when?" Jo said as she shifted on her feet uncomfortably.
"A little over a year now." Shia smiled, she looked at Dean to see that he was giving Jo a sorry look. Not wanting to yell or start anything in front of people Shia walked off...only to have Dean follow her.
"Babe, let me explain." Dean said grabbing Shia's arm.
"Explain what? There is nothing to talk about."
"Look, I was going through something. Okay? I flirted with the girl and that's it. Nothing else went on." Dean explained to his girlfriend, Shia just rolled her eyes and walked the same direction Sam went. Dean sighed softly and walked behind her.
They reach a door with a sign that read 'Dr. Badass Is In' hanging on it. Sam knocks. "Dr. Badass, I was wondering if I could have a word with you?"
The door opens and reveals Ash standing there, naked. "A beautiful girl...with Sam and Dean," Ash greets and Shia blushes slightly, then Dean gave Ash a hard look.
"Hey, Ash. Um, we need your help," Sam tells him.
"Hell, then...I guess I need my pants," Ash reasons and looks at Shia "You wanna help me find them?" Shia giggles for a second, Dean went beside her and pulled her towards him...letting Ash know that she was spoken for. Ash smiles for a minute and closed the door. Sam walked back to the bar. Shia started to walk off, but Dean grabbed her once again.
"So, you're not talking to me now?" Dean asked.
"There's nothing to talk about, so..." Shia said a walked off.
Ten minutes later, Ash was sitting with them at a table towards the back of the bar. Sam had drawn out a symbol he had seen in his vision and they silently waited while Ash looked it up. "So, I got a match. Let's see...it's the logo for the Blue Ridge bus lines - Guthrie, Oklahoma."
"Okay, do me a favor. Check Guthrie for any demonic signs or omens or anything like that," Sam tells him.
"You think the demon's there?"
"Yeah, maybe."
"Why would you think that?"
"Just check it, all right," Dean demands, exchanging a look with Sam. One that was clearly warning him.
Ash nods, turning back to his computer. "No, sir. Nothing, no demon."
"All right, try something else for me. Search Guthrie for a house fire. It would be 1983, the fire's origin would be a baby's nursery, the night of the kid's six-month birthday," Sam asks and Ash stares at him.
"Okay, now that is just weird, man. Why the hell would I be lookin' for that?"
"Cause there's a PBR in it for ya," Sam replies, placing a bottle of beer in front of Ash.
"Give me fifteen minutes," Ash tells him and turns to Shia. "Wanna help?"
Shia turned to Dean and saw that his jaw was clenched, she didn't want to laugh or smile at how jealous Dean was getting. "Looks like I'll have to decline this time, maybe some other time." Shia said sending Ash a wink, making him blush a little. Okay, now Dean was a little pissed...he grabbed Shia by her arm and pulled her out of the roadhouse.
"What hell was that, huh?" Dean asked clearly upset.
"What was what?" Shia asked nonchalantly, she admits to herself that she was being a bit childish about this.
"I'm sorry about the whole Jo thing, what more do you want from me?!"
"It's not even about Jo! It's about how when I'm not around, how many girls you do flirt with or go after? Do you really get that fucking lonely, Dean? Do you hate how I spend more time with Bobby and Tanner? I've only stayed to help Tanner with her powers, and try to work on my own powers... because for some reason they're getting stronger and I don't know why. But that's beside the point. I can't trust you, Dean..." Shia said with her eyes turning pink with a hint of purple. Dean couldn't say a word, instead, he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around Shia.
"I'm so sorry, babe. I am. I just...I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I forgive you...again." Shia said giving Dean a small smile, Dean leaned in to give his girlfriend a kiss. The kiss was much more passionate than any kiss they ever shared. They stared at each other for a moment and walked off...together.
"And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight. You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night. And I'm getting closer than I ever through I might-" Dean sings and Sam lets out an annoyed sigh, Shia just sit in the backseat smiling to herself.
"Dean, seriously," Sam interrupts and Dean looks at him.
"I heard the song somewhere, I can't get it out of my head," Dean explains. Sam rolls his eyes. "So, Sammy, what do you got?"
"Andrew Gallagher - born in '83, like me. Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like me," Sam answers.
"You think the demon killed his mom?"
"Sure looks like it."
"How'd you even know to look for this guy?"
"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?"
"From what you boys told me Max Miller was a few fries short of a happy meal," Shia reminds him with Dean nodding in agreement.
"The point is, he was killing people and I was having the same type of visions about him. Now it could be happening all over again with this Gallagher guy," Sam counters.
"Where do we find him then?" Shia asked.
"I don't know. No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills - phone, credit, utilities."
"Collection agency flags," Dean asks.
"Not in the system."
"There's no way they just let him not pay his bills," Shia comments and Sam shrugs.
"Seems like it. There's a work address from his last W-2, about a year ago. Let's start there," Sam tells him. Shia sighs and tries to get comfortable, she was starting to get nauseous again. Shia catches Dean's gaze in the rearview mirror and sees the concern. She gives him a reassuring smile, even though she was just as concern about Sam.
They're sitting in the diner with Tracy, Andy's latest boss. She was around Sam's age with short blonde hair. And she had a bubbly personality as she poured three cups of coffee. "You won't get anything out of Andy. I'm sorry, but they never do."
"They," Sam asks.
"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."
"Actually, we're lawyers, representing his great aunt Lita. She passed, God rest her soul, but left Andy a sizable estate," Dean lies.
"Yeah. So, are you a friend of his," Sam asks Tracy.
"I used to be, yeah. I don't see much of Andy anymore," Tracy answers as another worker walks over to the table and takes a seat, causing Shia to raise an eyebrow.
"Andy? Andy kicks ass," the worker tells them. He had short dark brown hair and had a white apron tied around his waist.
"Oh really," Shia disbelievingly asks.
"Yeah! Andy can get you into anything. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once. It was beautiful."
"Uh huh. How about busing a table or two, Webber," Tracy asks him.
"Yeah, you bet, boss," Webber says, standing up.
Tracy watches as he walks away, looks at him then turns to them. "Look, if you wanna find him, try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a Barbarian queen painted on the side."
"A Barbarian queen," Dean disbelievingly asks Tracy and she nods.
"She's riding a polar bear. It's kind of hard to miss."
"I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet," Dean comments as they sit in the Impala across the street from Andy's van and Shia slightly rolls her eyes, as much as she hated to admit it...she thought the van was pretty sweet. It was a dark blue van with a Barbarian queen riding a polar bear painted on the side.
"And you're the only person who thinks that, Dean," Shia replies lying to herself.. She notices the unhappy look on Sam's face. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah," Sam replies.
Shia sends Dean a look, then places a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder. "Sam, you look like you're trying to figure out all the problems in world. So spill."
"This Andrew Gallagher - he's the second guy like this we've found. The demon came to them when they were kids, now they're killing people."
"But this guy could be innocent."
"My visions haven't been wrong yet."
"There's a first time for everything." Shia tells him.
"It doesn't matter. I'm one of them."
"No, you're not," Dean sternly tells him.
"Dean, the demon said he had plans for me and children like me." Sam says.
"Yeah?"
"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."
"You are not a murderer, Sam. No matter what the demon wants or what it says," Shia tells him and Sam looks at her.
"Really, Shia? Last I checked, I kill all kind of things."
"Well, those things were askin' for it. There's a difference," Dean comments. He turns back to look out the window as a man wearing pajamas and a bathroom walks out of an apartment building.
"Got him." They watch as Andy turns and waves at a blonde woman, who was leaning out a window, before continuing down the sidewalk. He talks to a man and the man hands Andy his coffee. Andy then talks to an older African-American man wearing a suit and they shake hands. "That's him. That older guy, that's him. That's the shooter."
"Well, you keep on him, we'll stick with Andy. Go."
Sam climbs out of the Impala and Shia does the same. Sam opens the door and Shia climbs into the front seat. Noticing Andy drive off, Dean starts the Impala and follows him. Shia hits his arm and when he glances at her, she smiles in response. Dean grabs Shia's hand and kissed it.
"I love you." Dean said.
"That's random." Shia said smiling at him. "I love you too Dean."
"Did you ever find out why you have been sick all the time?" Dean asked as he keeps his eyes on the road. Shia froze for a moment. 'Should I tell him?' She thought to herself.
"Um, no, but most likely it's the stomach bug or something." Shia lies looking out the window. Dean nods as him and Shia sit in comfortable silence.
They follow Andy until he pulls into a back alley. Dean grabs his gun and hides it in his jacket as Andy gets out of his van. Shia tenses when Andy walks over to them. "Hey," Andy greets, leaning in the window and Shia hesitantly smiles.
"Hey," Dean replies.
"This is a cheery ride."
"Yeah, thanks."
"Man, you know, '67 - Impala's best year, if you ask me. This is a serious classic."
"Yeah, I just rebuilt her, too. Can't let a car like this one go."
"Damn straight. Hey, can I have it?"
"Sure, man," Dean cheerfully answers, climbing out of the Impala.
Shia stares at him. "Dean, what are you doing," she exclaims. Andy turns to her and she scoffs. "Please." The second she slams the door shut, Andy drives off. She walks over to Dean and slaps his arm. "What the hell?!"
"I don't know!"
Dean takes off down the street and she struggles to keep up with him. "Where are we going?"
"To find my car!" Dean's phone suddenly rings and he answers, giving Shia a chance to catch up. "I know! He just sort of asked me for it and then I let him take it. He full on Obi Wan'd me! It's mind control, man! Sam?"
Shia sighs as they finally find the Impala parked in an alley. She had tried comforting Sam, but nothing seemed to work. "Thank God," Dean says, walking over to the Impala. He runs his hands over the hood. "I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again." He looks inside and finds the keys in the ignition. "At least he left the keys in it."
"Yeah, Dean, cause that's the most important thing," Shia sarcastically says. "He's a real Samaritan."
"Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitchin' his nose. He's gotta use verbal commands," Dean says..
"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 comments.
"I don't know, maybe."
"Beg your pardon."
"I just don't know if he's our guy, Sam."
"Dean, you had O.J. convicted before he got out of his write Bronco and you have doubts about this?"
"He just doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type, that's all. And O.J. was guilty!"
"Either way, how are we gonna track this guy down?"
"It shouldn't be that hard to find him, Sam," Shia says, leaning against the Impala. "You do realize I am a Demi God. I could probably sense him or something."
"Since when you could do that?" Dean asked leaning beside her.
"Since..." Shia said but froze, her powers started growing when she got pregnant. 'How come I didn't realize that before?' Shia thought to herself.
"Hello? Babe? Earth to Shia." Dean said waving his hand in front of Shia's face. "Since when?"
"About a month almost two. Let's just find Andy, Okay?" Shia wanted to avoid the whole conversation about her powers growing...when she knew deep down that she was sharing powers with herself and the baby.
It only takes them twenty minutes to find Andy's van, which was parked behind a convenient store, which was the exact place the had last seen him. "Not exactly an inconspicuous ride. Let's have a look," Dean comments, pulling a crowbar from his jacket. He jimmies the door and it pops open. Shia raises an eyebrow at the disco ball, the different blankets, and the posters covering the inside of the van. "Oh, come on. This is…this is magnificent, that's what this. Not exactly a serial killer's lair, though. There's no little clown paintings on the walls or scissors stuck in victims' photos. I like the tiger."
"Hegel? Kant? Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading," Sam counters, picking up the books.
"Yeah, and, uh, Moby Dick's bong," Dean says, picking up the large bong.
Shia sift through the blankets. "What are you doing," Sam asks. She laughs and walks closer. She reaches in and picks up a small, empty plastic bag. "Shia!"
"What," Shia asks, tossing the bag back in the van. "It's not like he has any anyway, besides I'm getting this for Dean. I quit the smoking game, remember?" Dean watches as Sam and Shia stare at each other. Sam is the one who turns away first, leading her to smirk in amusement.
When the gas station burger wrapper hits her head, Shia glares at Dean, who misses it. She picks it up and tosses it back at him. "You know, one day, I'd love to just sit down and eat something that I didn't have to microwave in a mini-mart," Dean says, throwing the wrapper back at her.
"And one day I would like it if you didn't throw your garbage at me," Shia retorts to which only Dean laughs.
"I'm sorry, babe."
"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah." Shia says trying to get comfortable in the back seat.
"What I don't get his motive," Sam comments, not looking up from a file he was looking through. "I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean. Why would Andy waste him?"
"If it is Andy," Dean tells him.
"Dude, enough. 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?"
"Guys, hush up," Shia tells them. She had spotted Andy walking towards them.
"Hey," Andy says, slapping his hands down on the driver's side door. "You think I haven't seen you three? Why are you following me?"
The three of them exchange a look. "Well, we're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed away-" Sam starts.
"Tell the truth!"
"That's what I'm-"
"We hunt demons," Dean blurts out and Shia looks at him, Andy powers didn't really work on her but...it does seem like an opportunity to spill the truth.
"What," Andy disbelievingly asks.
"We kill things that regular people only seen in horror movies," Shia blurts out going along with her plan.
"Demons, spirits - things your worst nightmare wouldn't even touch," Dean continues. "Sam here, he's my brother. And Shia's my girlfriend."
"Dean, shut up," Sam tells him.
"I'm trying to. 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."
"And I'm a Demi God. I'm also 6 and half weeks pregnant," Shia began to say, Dean and Sam both turned to look at her. "I didn't tell the boys right away because...I just didn't want Dean to leave me...and I didn't want Sam to think less of me in a certain way." Sam looked away, but Dean just stared at her. 'How could see hide this from me?' Dean thought, in all honesty he was hurt.
"Okay, you know what? Just leave me alone," Andy tells them.
"Okay," Dean brightly replies and when Andy walks away he puts his head in his hands.
Sam gets out of the Impala and follows Andy. Shia climbs out. She wasn't gonna let Sam do this on his own. "What are you doing? Look, I said leave me alone! Get out of here! Just start driving and never stop!" Shia turns to walk back to the Impala trying to make it believable that Andy's power worked on her.
"Doesn't seem to work on me, Andy," Sam counters, stepping towards him.
"What?"
"You can make people do things, can't you? You can tell them what to think."
"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."
"How did 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?"
"Why'd you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?"
A stunned look appears on Andy's face. "What?"
Sam winces as images start to flash through his mind. "Why did you kill him?"
"I didn't!"
Sam grabs his head in pain and doubles over. Shia quickly walks over to him as Dean leaps out of the Impala and runs over. "Sam," Shia asks, placing a comforting hand on his back.
"I didn't do anything to him," Andy quickly tells him.
"A woman - a woman burning alive," Sam pants, looking up at Andy.
"Did you see anything else," Shia asks him.
"A gas station - a woman's gonna kill herself."
"What does he mean, 'going to?' What is he-" Andy asks.
"Shut up," Dean angrily interrupts.
"She gets triggered by a call on her cell," Sam continues.
Dean grabs his arm and helps Sam sit up. "When?"
"I don't know. But as long as we keep out eyes on this son of a bitch, he can't hurt her."
"I didn't hurt anybody," Andy shouts.
"Yeah, not yet," Sam counters as a fire truck drives by. "Go!" Shia watches as Dean runs over to the Impala and drives off. Andy starts to leave but stops at Sam's glare. "No, not you. You're staying here with me."
Shia grabs an empty crate and sits down, she started feeling a little sick again. 'Why do they call it morning sickness when it last all through the day?' Shia thought to herself. Remembering that she was there, Sam shoots her a concerned look. She smiles back. Andy opens his mouth, then closes it after Sam protectively steps in front of her. She rolls her eyes but smiles nonetheless.
After five minutes of a tense silence, Sam's cell phone rings. Keeping his gaze on Andy, he pulls it out and answers. "Yeah?" He tightens his grip in his phone. "When? I don't know, all right? I can't control 'em. I don't know what the hell is going on. That doesn't make any sense." Shia frowns as he hangs up. "You can control people."
"You get premonitions about people about to die," Andy counters. Sam reluctantly nods. "That's impossible."
"People would say the same about you," Shia comments, patting Sam's leg in reassurance.
"Death visions?"
"Yeah," Sam replies.
"Dude, that sucks. When I got my mind thing, it was like a gift, you know? It was like I won the lotto."
"But you still live in a van. I don't get it. I mean you could have anything you ever wanted."
"I've got everything I need."
Sam studies the man standing a few feet away from him. "So, you're really not a killer, huh?"
"Told ya. I'm always right," Shia mutters. Sam shoots her a glare while Andy laughs and nods in agreement.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you," Andy says.
"That's good. It means there's hope for the both of us," Sam replies.
The roar of the Impala signals an arrival. Shia glances over her shoulder to see Dean climb out. "Victim's names was Holly Beckett," Dean announces climbing out and walking over to them. "Forty-one, single."
"Who is she," Sam asks Andy.
"Never heard of her," Andy answers.
"I called Ash on the way over here," Dean begins. "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."
"Andy, were you adopted," Sam asks him.
Andy shrugs. "Well, yeah."
Shia glares at him and gets up. "And you didn't think to mention that little fact?"
"Oh like you fail to mention that you're pregnant?" Dean mutters, hoping that Shia didn't hear him but she did. Shia just turned around to give Dean a warning look.
"It never really came up. I mean, I never knew my birth parents. And, like you said, my adopted mom died when I was a baby. Do you think this Holly woman could actually be-"
"I don't know," Dean interrupts. "I tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they're hard copy only. Sealed in the county office."
"Well, screw that."
"I probably shouldn't have let you kids in here," a security guard says as Dean, Sam, and Shia search through birth records. Each of them had a small stack in front of them in the dark office. It was small with one table in the middle with a long table with a fax machine/copier/printer and a computer against the wall.
"No, it'll all be fine, all right," Andy replies, putting a hand on the security guard's back. "Just go get a cup of coffee, all right? These aren't the droids you're looking for."
"Awesome," Dean comments.
Shia rolls her eyes and opens another folder. After scanning the first page, she smiles. "Found it." The three men look at her, waiting. "Um, Holly Beckett was indeed you biological mother, Andy."
"Does anyone have a Vicodin," Andy asks, stunned.
"Well, I don't know if this will help, but Dr. Jennings was her doctor and oversaw the adoption. You have a connection to each of them."
"Yeah, but I didn't kill 'em."
"We believe you," Dean comments and Sam nods in agreement. "But, uh, who did?"
"Well, according to this….you have a twin," Shia answers. Andy stares at her in stunned silence. She shoves the file at Sam. "Go look up stuff, Sam." He takes the file and walks over to the computer.
"Someone is moody, probably the baby...that I just found out about." Dean mutters bitterly.
"Dean...not now." Shia said sternly with an grave expression.
"When are we gonna talk about it, huh? You're pregnant and I'm gonna be a dad! You've known for a while now and you're just not telling me. You say you can't trust me...well...I can't trust you."
"Dean." Sam scolded his brother. Shia did hide something big from them for a bit, she might be a Demi God but she still have feelings...she's still somewhat human.
"No...he's right." Shia said softly with tears threatening to leave her eyes. Silence fell over the four people in the room for a couple of minutes.
"I have….an evil twin," Andy says in disbelief for the umpteenth time. Shia glances at him. She understood his shock, but was annoyed that he had said it over and over while they were waiting for Sam to find out who Andy's twin was. Dean had helped speed up the process by doing some research.
"Holly put you and your brother up for adoption," Sam says, sitting down next to Shia. "You went to the Gallagher family, obviously. And your brother went to the Weems family from upstate."
Dean puts a hand on Andy's shoulder. "Andy, how you doing," he asks. "Still with us?"
"Um, what was my brother's name," Andy asks, not answering Dean's question. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to find something to do to give him some kind of comfort.
Sam scans the page. "Here, um, Ansem Weems." Andy shakes his head, moving his gaze to the ground. "He's got a local address."
Andy looks up. "Wait, he lives here?"
Noise comes from the fax machine. "Let's get a look at him," Dean comments, standing up from where he was sitting by the computer. "There's a picture coming over from the DMW right now." He grabs the paper. Shia raises an eyebrow when a shocked look appears on Dean's face. "I hate to kick you while you-"
Shia grabs the paper out of his hand. "Holy shit," she exclaims.
"What," Andy asks, looking between them. Shia hands him the paper. The picture on the paper was of the busboy they had met earlier that day. Dean pushes Shia and she looks at him. He glares at her and she rolls her eyes. Gosh, they can be the most childish couple at times.
"All right, Andy. Tell us everything you know about this guy," Sam says as the Impala speeds down the road. They were trying to find Webber and decided to start at the address listed on his driver's license.
"Webber shows up one day, eight months ago, acting like he's my best friend in the world. Kind of weird, like, trying too hard, you know," Andy answers from where he sat in the backseat next to Shia.
Shia frowns. Nothing about Webber made sense. "He probably knew that you guys were twins, but why would he change his name?"
"No clue."
Sam groans in pain. He grabs his head as pain erupts. "Sam," Dean asks, glancing at his younger brother. "Sam?"
Shia leans forward. "Sam," she asks, putting a hand on his back. It was obvious that he was having a vision. Dean pulls the Impala off the road. She helplessly watches as Dean climbs out and runs over to the passenger side. He opens the door and Sam falls into his arms. "Sam!"
Shia rubs Sam's back, trying to give him some form of comfort. His vision had been about Webber attacking, Tracy, the woman they had meet at the diner. They were parked close enough for Sam to go confront Webber. Sam and Dean were going through the weapons cash in the trunk. "You guys should stay back," Sam tells him.
"No argument here. I've had my head screwed with enough for one day," Dean replies and Shia laughs, Dean glanced at her. One look at her smiling or laughing makes Dean forget why he was even mad in the first place.
"I'm coming with you," Andy says.
"Andy-" Sam starts.
"Look, if it's Tracy out there, then I'm coming."
Sam looks to Dean and Shia for help, they both simply shrug. He sighs. "Okay," Sam reluctantly says. He didn't want Andy coming with him, but there was nothing he could do.
Shia smiles at Sam and leans against the Impala, watching as they walk off. She turns to Dean, who slams the trunk shut. "What's your plan?"
"Hide in the bushes," Dean replies. She nods and starts to follow him. "You're not coming."
"I'm not gonna stay out here helplessly,Dean," Shia counters.
"You're pregnant. I don't want anything happening to you or the kid."
"We will be okay, I'm a Demi God, remember?"
Dean stares at Shia for a moment. "Alright, fine. Follow me."
She sighs and together they walk over to some bushes. From their point they could barely make out the figures of Sam, Andy, and Webber. A woman stood on the edge of the dam. Dean was watching through the scope of his rifle. Suddenly, he sits up and aims the rifle at her. "Dean, what are you doing?" The look in his eyes showed that he was trying to fight against whatever force was pushing him to aim the gun at her. "Dean, you have to fight it. I know you don't want to do this." His finger hovers over the trigger and as he gets ready to pull it, a shot rings out. Dean lowers the rifle and Shia lets out a sigh of relief, Dean stared at her. At first Shia didn't understand to why he was staring until she looked around herself. She was inside a force field, or shield, and unknowingly her eyes were purple. As the shield unformed they all could see where that power was coming from...Shia's stomach.
The three of them are watching as Andy talks with the officers that had arrived at the dam. Webber's body had been taken away. Tracy sat in the back of an ambulance. "Look at him. He's getting better at it," Sam comments. They watch as Andy looks at Tracy, who turns away in response.
Andy sighs and walks over to them. "She won't even look at me."
"Yeah, she's pretty shaken up."
"No, it's - this is different. I never used my mind thing on her before -before last night. She's scared of me now."
"Andy, I hate to do this, but, we have to get out of here." Sam hands Andy a piece of paper. "Here, I wrote down my cell. You don't have to be alone in this, all right? If anything comes up, you call me up."
"What am I supposed to do now?"
"You be good, Andy. Or we'll be back," Dean answers and they walk towards the Impala.
"Looks like I was right," Sam comments and Shia looks at him.
"Right about what," Shia asks.
"Andy. He's a killer, after all."
"No, he's a hero. He saved his girlfriend's life, he saved Shia and our baby's life," Dean counters.
"Wait. He wasn't gonna kill Shia and the kid if he wanted to. She was protected by a force field. Bottom line, last night, he wasted somebody."
"Yeah, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was pushed into that."
"Webber was pushed in his own way too, Dean. 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. 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."
"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! It's like being Roofie'd, man, that doesn't count."
"What?"
"No, I'm calling a do-over," Dean tells him. Shia laughs.
"How old are you again," Shia amusingly asks him.
"Doesn't matter. We've just gotta keep doing what we're doing, find that evil son of a bitch and kill it."
"Yeah. I guess," Sam reluctantly says as Dean's phone rings and he answers it.
"Hello? Ellen? What's going on? Yeah, we'll be right there."
The three of them are quietly sitting at the bar in the Roadhouse, having just arrived there. Sam sat Shia. Shia comfortingly pats Sam's thigh, letting him know that she was there for him. "Jo? Go pull up another case of beer," Ellen tells Jo.
"Mom-" Jo begins.
"Now. Please," Ellen asks. She waits until Jo is gone before rounding on them. "So, you wanna tell me about this last hunt of yours?"
"No. Not really," Dean replies. Ellen glares at him. "No offense, just...it's kind of a family thing."
"She's not family." Ellen says pointing at Shia.
"Well, she's not legally, but she will be. We've know her longer." Dean says throwing his arm around his girlfriend.
Ellen pulls out a pile of papers and sits it 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?"
"Yeah, we think so," Sam answers.
"Sam," Dean warns.
"Why," Ellen asks.
"None of your business." Dean says.
Ellen glares 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."
"There are people out there, like Andrew Gallagher, like me. And, um, we all have some kind of ability," Sam says after a moment.
"Ability?"
"Yeah, a psychic ability. Me...I have visions...premonitions. I don't know, it's different for everybody. The demon said he had plans for people like us. He also have plans for Shia, she's a Demi God."
"No way," Ellen said. Shia rolled her eyes, then she change her eye color to her blazing white, blue color, only using her power she made everything around her shake for a couple of seconds and then stopped.
"Wow, that was hot." Ash said with amazement.
"What kind of plans?" Ellen said getting serious.
"We don't really know for sure."
"These people out there, these psychics - are they dangerous?"
"No. Not all of them," Dean sternly says.
"But some are. Some are very dangerous," Sam counters.
"Okay, how many of 'em are we looking at," Ellen asks them.
"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 answers.
"That's not true," Shia comments for the first time and they look at her. "Ansem Weems, uh, Webber, there was no kind of house fire. In fact, there was nothing out of the ordinary in his files."
"Which breaks the pattern. So, if there's any others like him, there'll be nothing in the system. No way to track 'em all down," Ellen reasons.
"And so, who knows how many of 'em are really out there," Dean comments.
"Jo, honey," Ellen calls.
"Yeah," Jo replies, looking up from wiping one of the empty tables.
"You better break out the whiskey instead."
Shia moves the bag that her and Dean shares then sits on the bed in the back room that Ellen had said they could stay in. She leans against the wall and closes her eyes. It was small with two twin beds pressed against the opposite walls. The door to the room opens and she looks to see Sam enter. "Are you okay," he asks, closing the door behind him.
"I'm gonna be saying this a lot. Why do they call it morning sickness when I'm sick through out the whole day?"
"Did you go to a maternity doctor?" Sam asks sitting down beside Shia.
"Yeah, I went about three days after I found out. Around the same time you guys went to visit your mom's grave. I'm about six to seven weeks in." Shia tells him, she lifts up shirt to show her stomach. Sam smiles and rubs her belly, she's not showing but the thought that there's a little child in there makes him smile.
"Why didn't tell us right away?"
"I was afraid of the reactions. I was scared you'd hate me, and then Dean leaves me. I mean look at the way he's acting now. He's out there most likely flirting with Jo and drinking. I want to give him space. He's probably thinking that the Demon wants me and our baby killed, that's what keeps going through my head." Sam takes Shia's hand and kissed it, he sends her a loving smile.
"I could never hate you. You're pregnant with my niece or nephew, Dean's kid. Dean will eventually let the fact that's he's gonna be a dad sink in. And as for that Demon theory...he will not hurt you or the baby! We won't let that happen ever."
She nods. "Sam, I think the baby has powers. Did you see that shield around me when Dean had that gun pointed at me?"
"Yeah, I saw that. We can look into it if you want. Ask your brothers what they think. By the way, who's your doctor?"
"Michael, my brother. It was funny, the guy didn't know whether to be happy or wanting kick Dean's ass. I guess it's a brother thing," Shia says, Sam sends her a smile and then yawns. "Go to bed. You look tired." Sam then nodded, went to go change in his night clothes. Afterwards he was in his bed asleep.
A few hours later, Dean stumbles into the room. He was drunk, not as drunk as he would've like to have been through thanks to Ellen cutting him off.
"Dean, what the hell?" Shia says getting up from the bed her and would have to share.
"Hey baby." Dean says, he kissed Shia once and then got on his knees lifted up her shirt and kissed her belly. "Hey baby number two."
"Dean...you're drunk."
"And you're pregnant. I'm gonna be a dad."
"Yeah, I know. Look, how about you get ready for bed? Then we'll cuddle and talk about the baby. Like you said, we'd have to talk about it sometime." Dean nodded as he went to go change in his bed time clothes, which was just him in his boxer briefs. They cuddled on the bed, talking about the baby and how things will work out. Slowly they both fell asleep.