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S2 EP27 SIMON SAYS
Bridget sat on the hood of the car, legs crossed at the ankles and head tilted back in the sun, her eyes closed under her sunglasses. The weather was nice for a change, warmer than it had been in a while. But jumping state to state meant different weather situations. For now she could wear a denim skirt since for once she had no cuts or bruises on her legs and her boots didn't have to be covered under her jeans but instead tight up to her calves. Her top was another she had bought off Victoria Secret. It cut low on her chest in a dark chocolate brown and the shoulder shrug attached to the back to fit her shoulders so it would stay up. To others it looked like she had a small jacket over the shirt but in actuality it was part of the shirt.
She felt eyes on her and without moving her head spoke, "Dean, take a picture it'll last longer."
She heard a click and opened her eyes jerking her head to look at him. He had his cell phone out and pointed at her with a grin on his face. "Already did."
"You ass," she growled.
He shrugged, "You said I could."
She shook her head, licking the inside of her cheek. "Where's Sam?"
"Still in the bathroom."
She slid off the hood of the Impala. "Let's go get him before I kill you."
He followed her to the side door of the gas station where the bathroom was and was about to knock when Dean stepped in front of her to do it. She frowned. "Why are you blocking me?"
"Because that's my brother in there," he said matter of factly.
"Yeah, and?"
"And I'll check on him."
She chuckled, "Dean, I've seen him naked."
He shivered, "Please don't remind me. I got this."
"I mean, we showered together this morning. Conserving water and all that."
He rubbed at his forehead as if it would erase the image. "I'm sure," he knocked again. "Sam, come on, zip it up. Let's go," he pushed the door open and Sam was standing at the sink, face still dripping from the water he splashed on it. He looked paler, another vision.
Bridget squeezed past Dean and reached for his arm, "What did you see?"
They were in the car now heading to the Roadhouse though Dean wasn't sure it was a good idea and she literally found herself between the brothers wishing she had sat in the back for this trip. "I don't know, man," Dean said. "Why don't we just chill out and think about this?"
Sam reached over and turned off the radio, removing all hope of Bridget tuning them out. "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 is. This is gonna happen and Ash can tell us where."
"Yeah, man, but -."
Sam cut him off. "Plus, it could have some connection with the demon. My visions always do."
"And so does Bridget's necklace but that hasn't been acting up."
"Maybe because we're not near it yet, but it could be the demon."
"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 for you or Bridget, okay?"
Bridget turned her head to him, "So I'm a freak now?"
"You two have always been freaks," he smirked.
Bridget smiled, "Well your brother is freaky, I'm not sure that makes him a freak though."
She grinned satisfied when Dean made a disgusted noise and leaned her head against Sam's shoulder, feeling him chuckle at the reaction.
The three entered the Roadhouse and Jo smiled at Dean. "Just can't stay away, huh?"
"Yeah, looks like it," Dean chuckled.
"Where's Ash at?" Bridget asked.
"His room."
"Awesome," Sam said and walked back that way with Bridget, Dean following.
Sam knocked on the door with the blaring music coming out of it and the sign that read Dr. Badass Is In. "Ash!" he knocked again. "Hey Ash!"
Bridget tried knocking. "Hey Dr. Badass."
The door opened and Ash stood there naked. Bridget turned her head, scratching the back of her head and looking at Dean.
"Sam, Dean, Bridget," Ash said rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"Hey, Ash, um…we need your help," Sam said, averting his eyes.
"Hell, then…I guess I need my pants," he said and the door shut.
Bridget shook her head, "I'm scarred for life now…"
"Bet that lowered your sex drive," Dean teased.
"Not as much as you wish."
A few minutes later, Ash had his pants on and was sitting with them at an empty table with his decked out laptop. Sam drew a bus logo on a piece of paper and Ash found the Blue Ridge line it belonged to in seconds. "So, I got a match. Let's see…it's the logo for the Blue Ridge bus lines – Guthrie, Oklahoma."
"Okay," Sam nodded. "Do me a favor. Check Guthrie for any demonic signs or omens or anything like that."
"You think the demon's there?" Ash asked and Bridget fought the urge to role her eyes. Sam as becoming a little obsessed with this.
"Yeah, maybe," he said.
"Why would you think that?" Ash asked.
"Just check it, all right?" Dean asked Ash.
He pressed a few buttons and shook his head, "Nope. 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 the kid's six month birthday."
Ash looked at him as if he were crazy. "Okay, now that is just weird, man. Why the hell would I be lookin' for that?"
Bridget popped the top off a beer bottle with her shirt, making sure Ash could see her belly button ring and set the full bottle in front of him with a smile. "Cause there's a couple more of these in it for you."
"Give me fifteen minutes," he said and began typing away feverishly. Bridget moved closer to Sam. "Don't get too caught up in this…it could be nothing."
"It could be something," he said sternly.
She let out a deep breath and patted his shoulder letting her fingers trail down his arm as she walked towards the bar to get a drink. She sat on a stool and ordered a beer from Ellen who handed it to her looking at her sideways. "You okay, Bridge?"
She nodded, "I'm fine."
"You hung out with John too much. Always quick with the bullshit, never one for the truth when it comes to personal issues."
She smiled ruefully. "Never have been one for emotions."
"Like most hunter women."
"There's others?"
She shrugged, "Not as many as there are men, but just as tough. Gotta be for a job like this one."
"I think I'm pretty head strong," she admitted.
"Doing this as long as you have been with those two boys, mainly Dean," she joked, "you better be. Girl like you could be doing plenty of other things."
She kept the sad smile, "Whatever you say Ellen…can I get another beer for Dean?"
She nodded and placed another one down just as Dean took the seat on her left. "Free beer? Thanks Ellen."
She snorted and walked away, "Bridget bought it for you."
"Oh, thanks Bridge."
"Uh huh," she said and took a long swallow.
"What is it?"
"What's what?"
"What's got you upset? You forget I know you too well."
She shook her head with a sigh, "Only you would, Dean…"
He nudged her arm with his elbow, "What is it?"
She looked over at Sam who sat in a booth with Ash, absorbed by the computer. "He's so quick to get himself killed…to jump into this thing. Dean, we weren't ready for it when we were ready for it. He was too strong and too smart and I can't watch Yellow Eyes hurt you guys again because he will and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it."
"Hey," Dean said to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "It's gonna be okay, all right? I'm not gonna let anything happen."
She nodded her head, not fully believing his words but buying them enough that she could get by. Can't Fight This Feeling started playing on the jukebox and they both winced, Bridget masking it by taking a drink as Jo came over and sat on Dean's other side while he fidgeted uncomfortably. She rolled her eyes, of course the young blonde would play such a crappy obvious song.
"What?" Jo asked Dean.
"REO Speeadwagon?" he asked.
"Seriously, you couldn't pick anything more craptaular," Bridget said.
"Damn right, REO. Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart."
Dean smirked, "He sings it from the hair. There's a difference."
"That profile you got Ash looking for?" Jo asked.
"Mm?" Dean mumbled.
"Your mom died the same way, didn't she? A fire in Sam's nursery?"
Bridget pretended to be interested in the magazine in front of her and no longer listening. She didn't want this conversation falling her way.
"Look Jo, it's kinda a family thing," Dean explained.
"Bridget's not family but she helps," Jo pointed out and her grip on her beer bottle got a little tighter.
Dean's hand brushed against her elbow, sensing her tension. "Yeah, well, she's been around this a helluva lot longer not to mention around me and Sam a lot longer. She's practically family in a weird sense of the word."
"But I could help."
"I'm sure you could. But we've gotta handle on this one ourselves. Besides, if I ran off with you, I think your mother might kill me."
Jo gave him a bland look, "You're afraid of my mother?"
"I think so," he nodded with a smile towards Ellen at the other end of the bar.
Sam came over and saved them all, Dean from Ellen's wrath and Bridget from tossing Jo across the room. "We have a match. We gotta go."
Dean said his parting words to Jo and Bridget made a grunt noise that was a good bye. In the Impala they all sat in the front seat, Bridget with her sketch book in her lap. "So what you got?" Bridget asked.
"Andrew Gallagher," he read from his notes. "Born in '83, like me. Lost his mother to a nursery fire exactly six months later, like me."
"You think the demon killed his mom?" Dean asked.
"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?"
Bridget shivered remembering the kid blowing his brains out. "I try not to."
"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 the Gallagher guy."
"How do we find him?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills."
"Collection agency flags?" Bridget asked.
"Not in the system," he shook his head.
"They just let him take a walk?" Dean asked confused.
"Seems like it. There's a work address from his W-2, about a year ago. Let's start there."
At least it was a diner. A diner Bridget could deal with, easier to fool people. Hospitals, police stations, morgues, churches – those took a little more work and, usually, a little more cleavage. Though she wasn't big on having to wear the dress suit again with the stockings and the heels. She left the glasses off this time which caused Dean to pout and her to remind him that he was lucky she had heels on or it'd be his ass.
"You won't get anything out of Andy, guys," Tracy, the young waitress, said as she poured coffee for the three of them.
"They?" Sam questioned.
"You're debt collectors, right? Once in awhile, they come by. I don't know what Andy says to them but they never come back."
Dean was adjusting his tie again. "Actually, we're lawyers, representing his great aunt Lita. She passed, God rest her soul, but left Andy a sizeable estate."
"Yeah," Bridget nodded her head. "Are you a friend of his?"
"I used to be, yeah. I don't see much of Andy anymore," she said sadly as another co worker walked by and stopped by the table.
"Andy? Andy kicks ass, man!"
Dean blinked a couple times, "Is that right?"
"Yeah! Andy can get you anything, man. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once. It was beautiful, bro."
"Uh huh," Tracy nodded unimpressed. "How about busting a table or two, Webber?"
He sighed. "You bet boss."
"Look," she said shaking her head as Webber left. "If you wanna find him, try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a Barbarian Queen painted on the side."
"Barbarian queen?" Sam repeated with a frown.
"She's riding a polar bear. It's kind of hard to miss."
Tracy had been right, it was hard to miss. The busty leather clad blonde was riding a polar bear on the side of the van. It was very…tasteful . Bridget shook her head in dismay, readjusting her boots after changing back into her denim skirt and Victoria Secret off the shoulder top.
Dean had a grin on his face. "I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude. This van is sweet."
Bridget rolled her eyes and looked over at Sam who seemed upset. "What's wrong, babe?"
"Nothing," he shook his head.
"Sam, you look like you were sucking on a lemon, what is it?"
"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."
"We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, okay?" Dean reminded him. "Could be innocent?"
"My visions haven't been wrong yet."
"Neither have my drawings and I've drawn nothing of this. Usually if it involves Yellow Eyes, I get a picture dream or two. I've gotten nothing, Sam. Least not related to this."
"But I'm one of them."
"No, you're not," Dean said.
"Dean, the demon said he had plans for me and children like me."
"So?"
"Maybe this is his plan, maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks! Maybe we're all supposed to be-."
Dean cut him off, "What, killers?"
"Yeah."
Bridget shook her head, "Yeah, right, Sam. He's going to use all of you as little killing robots? You couldn't kill a cat much less a human."
Dean added on, "He wants you killing with your minds? Is that it? Give me a break, Bridget's right, you're not a murderer, Sam. You don't have it in you."
"No?" Sam said. "Last I checked, I kill all sorts of things.
"Well, those things are asking for it," Bridget reminded him. "I have powers too, but they got nothing to do with Yellow Eyes."
They looked up to see Andy coming out of an apartment building wearing a robe and pajamas. A blonde waved at him with a smile as he left and that caused the three to exchange looks since Andy was a geek of sorts. Andy paused to talk to a man on the street and after a minute the man handed him his cup of coffee.
"That's him," Sam said pointing out the window at another person Andy was talking to. "The older guy he's talking to, that's the shooter."
"Well, you and Bridget keep an eye on him, I'll follow Andy. Go."
Bridget slid out of the car after Sam and started walking, following Jennings. "Is any of this familiar?" Bridget asked as they came to a busy street.
"Very," he nodded as a bus passed by just like in his vision. He spotted the gun store and grabbed Bridget's hand. "Come on."
She followed him across the street and into the store. She watched as Sam moved to the wall and pulled the fire alarm, heading back out and guiding Bridget with him. She watched as Jennings was about to enter but shook his head and turned away.
"That's strange."
Bridget glanced up and tapped Sam's shoulder with wide eyes and pointed at the Impala. Dean's Impala but with Andy driving it. "No, that's strange!"
"What the…" Sam pulled out his cell phone and called Dean, putting it on speaker. "Dean, Andy has the Impala!"
"I know! He just sort of asked me for it and then I let him take it."
"You did what!" Bridget said. "You never even let me drive the damn thing."
"He full on Obi Wan'd me! It's mind control!"
Bridget shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair, frozen as she watched Jennings walk into the street. She grabbed Sam's arm and he looked up in time to see Jennings get hit by a bus. They exchanged shocked looks, apparently this hadn't been in the vision.
It wasn't long before they met up with Dean and found the Impala on a street corner not far from the accident. Dean ran to his car, hugging the hood before moving to the driver's window. "Thank God. I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again," he looked over at a staring Sam and Bridget. "At least he left the keys in the car."
"Yeah," Bridget nodded. "Real Samaritan, this guy."
"Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitchin' his nose. He's gotta use verbal commands," Dean said.
"The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone before he stepped in front of the bus. Andy must have called him," Sam guessed.
"I don't know. Maybe," Dean said.
"Beg your pardon?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I just don't know if he's our guy," Dean said.
"Dean, you had O.J. convicted before he got out of the white Bronco, and you have doubt about this?"
"He just doesn't seem like the stone cold killer type, that's all," he became more stern. "And O.J. was guilty!"
"Either way, how we tracking him down?" Bridget cut in.
Dean thought about it a moment, "Not a problem."
They drove a couple blocks and found the van. "Not exactly an inconspicuous ride," Dean said as they got out of the car, heading towards the van. "Let's take a look." He patted his pockets, frowning as he looked for his lock pick kit. Bridget rolled her eyes and took hers out from the inside of her boot. She brushed Dean out of the way and had the door open in seconds, sliding it across. Inside was completely decked out including a disco ball, blankets and various half clothes girl posters.
"Wow," Dean said in awe. "This is…this is magnificent. That's what this is. Not exactly a serial killer's lair. There's no little clown paintings on the walls or scissors stuck in victim's photos."
Bridget picked up random books. "Hegel? Wittgenstein? That's pretty heavy reading."
Dean picked up a large bong with a grin. "Yeah, and uh…Moby Dick's bong."
After investigating the van and finding nothing to lead to it being Andy they grabbed lunch and ate in the car.
"Ugh," Dean mumbled and bundled up his wrapper throwing it in the backseat. Bridget threw it back at him.
"Hey, I sit back here. Throw your trash in the bag," she said.
"You know, one day, I'd love to just sit down and eat something I didn't have to microwave in the mini mart."
Bridget sucked at her slurpee. "Tell you what, you buy a mini oven and I'll cook."
Sam was too busy looking through paperwork to comment, "What I don't get is his motive? I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean. Why would Andy waste him?"
"If it is Andy?" Dean added.
Sam put the papers down, "Dude, enough."
"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 guys got it in him," Dean said.
"Well, how the hell you know? I mean, why are you bending over backwards defending him?"
"'Cause you're not right about this," Dean said.
"He may have a point…" Bridget said thinking about it.
"About Andy?" Sam asked her in disbelief.
They were too absorbed in the argument to see Andy approach the rolled down windows on Dean's side.
"Hey!" Andy said causing Bridget to jump slightly. "You think I haven't seen you three? Why are you following me?"
"Well, we're lawyers," Bridget said noticing she was in her jean skirt and off the shoulder top. Not very convincing, but she was trying. "See, a relative of-."
"Tell the truth," Andy demanded.
"I am telling you the-." Bridget started but Dean cut her off.
"We're demon hunters," he blurted.
"What?" Andy said in disbelief.
"Dean!" Sam said.
"Demons, spirits – things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam here, he's my brother and the girl in the back seat is his girlfriend, Bridget and my best friend."
"Dean, will you shut up!" Bridget hissed.
Dean made a noise in his throat as if he was forcing himself not to speak. "I'm trying…not working." He pointed at Bridget. "She's different in a psychic sorta way but not like you and my brother because hers had nothing to do with a demon, she was born with it." He pointed at Sam. "He's psychic. Kind of like you. Well, not really like you, but he thinks you're a murderer and he's afraid 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."
Andy shook his head in disbelief, "Okay, you know what? Just leave me alone."
"Okay," Dean said and put his head in his hands ashamed.
Bridget got out of the car heading towards Andy and heard Sam following behind her.
"Hey, wait," Bridget called out to him.
"What are you doing? Look, I said leave me alone," Andy said.
"That's nice," Bridget said and gestured at her and Sam. "Doesn't mean we don't want to talk."
"Get out of here! Just start driving and don't stop," he demanded.
"Yeah, not happening," she said. "I don't think it works on us."
"What?" he said in shock.
"You can make people do things, can't you? You can tell them what to think," Sam said.
"That's crazy," he laughed nervously.
"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 do you know all this?"
"'Cause the same thing happened to me, Andy. My mom died in a fire, too. I have abilities, too. You see, we're connected, you and me."
He shook his head, "You know what, just get the hell out of here?"
"Why'd you tell the doctor to walk in front of the bus?"
"Sam…" Bridget warned him.
"What?"
She saw Sam clutch at his head and get paler. "Why did you kill him?"
She put her hand on Sam's arm, "Sam? You okay?"
"I didn't," Andy denied.
Suddenly Sam's knees gave out as a vision, fully swept him. "Sam!" she cried out and grabbed him. But he was too heavy and tall for her to hold up. "DEAN!"
He was by her side in an instant helping her get him to the ground more gently as the vision ended. "What was it, Sam? Babe, what did you see?"
"I didn't do anything to him," Andy shook his head.
Bridget rubbed at the back of her boyfriend's neck and looked at Andy. "It's his ability. Visions."
"A woman," Sam breathed heavily. "A woman burning alive."
"What else you got?" Dean asked supporting his other side.
"A gas station – a woman's gonna kill herself."
"What's he mean?"
"Shut up," Dean hissed.
"She gets triggered by a call on her cell," Sam said, color coming back to his face.
"When?" Dean asked and helped him stand.
"I don't know, but as long as we keep our eyes on this son a bitch, he can't hurt her."
"I didn't hurt anybody!" Andy exclaimed.
"Yeah, not yet," Sam said. A fire truck rushed by, sirens blazing. Sam looked at his brother. "Go." Dean took off without another word.
Andy started moving away and Bridget put her hand out, using her irritation and concern for Sam to control it. It flowed through her, pinning Andy into place. "Not you. You stay."
He tried to move his legs but found himself unable to, "What the hell?"
She smiled, "You're not the only special person, though I've had mine for years."
"Is that why I can't control you?"
"I'm not like you and Sam," she shook her head.
"Then why?"
She shrugged, "I'm just immune."
Sam's phone rang a few minutes later, it was Dean. Bridget moved closer to hear, still concentrating on holding Andy in place as Sam put it on speaker for her to hear.
"She's dead. Burned, just like you said."
"When?" Sam asked.
"Minutes before I got here. I mean, the smell hasn't cleared. What's up with your visions, man? This wasn't even a head start. Hell, Bridget's pictures are at least days if not weeks in advance."
"I don't know, all right," Sam said rubbing at his temple. "I can't control them. I don't know what the hell is going on."
"Listen, you guys were with Andy when this whole thing went down so it can't be him. It's gotta be somebody else."
"We'll see what we can find," he hung up and they looked at Andy. Bridget let her hold go and rubbed at her head from the slight headache it gave her. It was at least getting easier.
"You get these premonitions about people about to die?" Andy asked Sam after a couple minutes of talking. "That's impossible."
Bridget snorted, "Uh huh and controlling people is so normal."
"Death visions?" he repeated.
"Yeah," Sam nodded.
"Dude, that sucks. When I got my mind thing I thought it was a gift, you know? It was like I won the lotto."
"But you live in a van? I don't get it," Bridget said.
"I've got everything I need," he shrugged.
Sam took a breath, "So, you're not a killer huh?"
Andy laughed, "That's what I've been trying to tell you."
"That's good. It means there's hope for the two of us," Sam said just as Dean pulled up and got out of the car.
"Victim's name was Holly Beckett – forty-one single."
"Who is she?" Bridget asked Andy.
"Never heard of her," he shrugged clueless.
"I called Ash on the way here, he came up with somethin'. Apparently, Holly Beckett gave birth when she was eighteen years old back in 1983. Same day as you were born, Andy."
Sam's eyes widened. "Andy, were you adopted?"
"Well, yeah," he nodded.
"You were? And you neglected to mention it!" Dean said.
"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-."
Dean cut him off, "I don't know. I tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they're hard copy only. Sealed in county office."
Andy made a dismissing noise and stood up. "Screw that, I'll get 'em."
Not ten minutes later they were inside the county office as Andy worked his magic on the still reluctant officer. "I probably shouldn't have let you kids in here."
"No, it'll all be fine, all right? Just go get a cup of coffee, all right," the officer left and Dean was amazed.
"That s so awesome."
Sam already had the file he needed in hand. "Got it."
"Yeah?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. Andy, your mother was Holly Beckett."
He seemed stunned and leaned against the counter. "Does anyone have a Vicodin?"
"Dr. Jennings was her doctor, too. I mean, he oversaw the adoption. You have a solid connection to both of them."
"But I didn't kill them," he said.
Bridget put her hand on his shoulder. "We believe you."
"But…who did?" was Dean's question.
"I think I've got a pretty good idea," Sam said reading the file. Holly Beckett had twins."
"I have…an evil twin," Andy said in disbelief.
"Holly put you and your brother up for adoption. You went to the Gallagher family, obviously, and your brother went to the Weems from upstate."
"Andy, how you doing? Still with us?" Bridget asked him.
"Umm," he shook his head in his daze. "What's my brother's name?"
"Here…umm, Ansem Weems. He's got a local address," Sam said.
"He lives here?" Andy asked.
"Let's get a look at him. There's a picture coming from the DMV right now," Dean grabbed the picture from the fax machine and looked stunned. He showed Bridget who looked just as stunned. They had already met him. "I hate to kick you while you're freaked, but uh…take a look," he handed it to Andy who's eyes widened. It was Webber, the lacky from the diner.
They were back I'm the car moments later, Andy in the backseat with Bridget. "All right, Andy. Tell us everything you know about this guy."
"Webber show up one day…eight months ago acting like he's my best friend in the world. Kind of weird…trying too hard, you know?"
Bridget saw Sam cringe. "Sam?"
He let out a groan and she moved past Andy on the seat to get closer to Sam. "Sammy, shit, another vision…"
Sam thrashed and clutched at his head. "Dammit, Dean, pull over, this is bad."
The minute the car had stopped Bridget was out the back door opening Sam's passenger door. "Sam!" He all but fell out of the seat. She clutched at his face, "Hey, Sam, sweety, hey…"
Dean had already slid next to her, "Sammy?"
He groaned from the pain and she helped him sit back up, sitting next to him in the car, wiping the sweat from his face. "What was it?"
"Ansem…he has Tracy."
"What?" Andy said bolting forward from the back seat.
"You sure?" Dean asked.
"We have to help her!" Andy exclaimed in panic.
"In a minute," Bridget said.
"No, we have to go now!" he demanded.
Bridget snapped her head to him, still aiding Sam at his side as her eyes blazed and she pointed a finger at him. "Listen, Mind Freak. Your little powers don't work on me and if you try to use them on Dean I will not hesitate to throw you out of the car by sheer force of will because my temper will allow it with a blink. So shut up and sit tight and we'll rescue your little girlfriend, okay?"
Andy settled back against the seat, still pouting but shutting up. She turned back to Sam. "You feelin' better?"
He nodded slightly, "Yeah, let's go."
"I'm gonna sit up her with you, I'll take the middle 'cause you're too tall," she told him and shut the passenger door as Dean went around. She moved over Sam's lap and paused when he put his hand on her waist. She turned her head to him, surprised to see a smile on his face and a familiar glint in his eye. "I ever tell you that you're hot when you're bossy?"
"I'm usually hot anyway," she smiled back.
"Hotter than usual. This will be continued later," he said and squeezed her side for emphasis.
She grinned and moved off his lap, "Glad to know you're feeling better so fast. Visions seem to boost your libido."
Dean had entered the car for the last part and let out a disgusted sound, "Ughh! Can you not say that stuff? Jeez, we're on a job."
"It's saved for later, don't worry," Bridget promised him.
"Good to know," he said and drove off towards their destination to save Tracy.
They pulled up to an empty section of road not far from the bridge to not alarm Ansem and get him to hurt Tracy faster. Bridge was loading a gun from the trunk and tucking a knife into her boot for good measure.
"Dean, you should probably stay back," Bridget suggested since he was the only one who could be affected.
"No argument here," he said, holding up his hands. "I've had my head screwed with enough for one day…by all three of you."
"I'm coming with you," Andy volunteered.
"Andy-." Sam started but he interrupted.
"Look, if it's Tracy out there…then I'm coming."
Bridget nodded, "Okay…"
Not five minutes later they were walking slowly towards the bridge where the car was parked. Bridget waved Sam to follow and slowly they headed towards the car, guns drawn and pointed down. Sam gestured for Andy to stop at the tail end of the car and to duck. He did so and Bridget moved with Sam to the driver's side. He didn't hesitate to smash the window open. "Get out of the car! Now!"
"You really don't want to do this," Ansem said with a smile.
Bridget smiled back and punched him in the face, "I think I do. Now, get out."
Andy got Tracy safely out of the car and hugged her close. Ansem was dragged out of the car and Sam roughly shoved him to the ground. "Hey! Don't move."
Andy placed duck tape over Ansem's mouth and kicked him. Bridget pulled him off, "Hey! Hey! Knock it off! We will handle this, cool it, Andy!"
"I will kill you," he threatened Ansem.
"Let us handle this," Sam said joining Bridget. Neither noticed Ansem focusing on Tracy with his eyes. Not until the tree branch hit Bridget in the back then Sam once he turned around.
Bridget hit the ground with a wince and a sharp pain in her back.
"Tracy, stop! I said stop," she heard Andy demand. She moved to her side to see him talk to Ansem. "How'd you do it?"
Ansem pulled the tape from his mouth. "Practice, bro. If you'd just practice, you would know. Sometimes, you don't need to use your words. If you have to, all you need is this," he pointed at his head. "Sometimes, the headache is worth it."
"You're a twisted son of a bitch," Andy growled and grabbed his brother.
Bridget turned her head to look at Sam, he was out cold. She scooted closer, he was still breathing and the cut to his head had stopped bleeding from where he'd been hit. He'd be okay, but this wasn't going well at all. She reached her hand down slowly and got the knife from her boot, hiding it in one hand. She groaned and pushed her way to her feet as Ansem said "We can make them do whatever we want."
"No, not true. You can't make me," she said and got shakily to her feet.
"I can do what I want to anyone."
"Try me," she said with a tired mumble, standing in front of Sam out of habit to protect him.
He focused his eyes on her and his smile fell at the edges. She smiled at him, still in pain. "You can't control me. I'm not like either of you, but I'm different on my own, which actually makes me more special I'd like to think. Born with it, not given to it. So why kill people instead of talking to your brother, huh? Seems retarded if you ask me."
"I wanted to call him," he looked at Andy. "I did, but he wouldn't let me. He told me to wait."
"Who?" Andy asked.
"The man with the yellow eyes."
Bridget gasped and felt momentarily light headed. He had talked to Ansem. That wasn't good, her grip tightened on the knife.
"What are you talking about?" Andy asked.
"He came to me in my dream. He said I was special. He told me he's got big plans for me. Wait til you see what's in store, Andy, for both of us," he said excitedly. "See, he's the one who told me I got a brother. A twin."
"Why did you kill our mom? And Jennings?"
"Because they split us up," he said angrily. They ruined our lives! We could've been together this whole time, instead of alone. I couldn't let 'em get do that. I couldn't let 'em get away with that. No," he paused suddenly and Bridget frowned, wondering what he was sensing. "I see you," he said and Bridget turned to see Dean behind the tree and her breath caught in her throat. She watched as Dean took the gun he had and pointed it under his chin.
"Dean! No!" she yelled and heard a gunshot go off. She felt her heart skip a few beats as a hand flew to her mouth. From the corner of her eye she saw Ansem collapse to the ground dead, Andy still holding the gun, a determined look on his face.
Bridget dropped the knife in her hand and despite the pain in her back ran full force to where Dean was behind the tree. She skidded to a halt and threw her arms around him before even could register what had happened. "Oh my God! Are you okay? You big idiot! What the hell were you thinking? He could have killed you! God, he almost did!"
"I'm fine, Bridget," Dean said still a bit stiff. He pulled her back to look at her. "Are you and Sam okay?"
She nodded, tears in her eyes from relief that he was unharmed and not dead. "A little beat up from a stick but we're okay. God," she hugged him tight again, burying her face in his shoulder near his neck, "don't you ever scare me like that again."
He relaxed under her embrace and nodded, "All right, I won't." He wanted to sit there holding her but it was getting light out and cops would be there soon. And Sam was starting to sit up from where he was knocked out. He helped Bridget stand up. "Come on, let's go help Sam."
Bridget kneeled down next to Sam as he rubbed at his head, "Did I miss much?"
"Andy killed Ansem, it's all you need to know, That and we were no match for a tree branch."
Dean helped haul him to his feet, "A tree huh? Wow, what's next, Sammy?"
"Bite me," he mumbled rubbing at his head as the police started to show up. They stood back and let Andy take care of all the pretty words that needed to be said while they watched.
"Look at him," Sam said. "He's getting better at it."
Andy walked away from the cops and they watched him smile at Tracy who looked away. His smile turned to a pained look as he walked towards them. "She won't even look at me."
"Yeah, she's pretty shaken up…but she's got a good arm," Bridget said, wincing as she shifted her feet.
"No it's – it's different," Andy shook his head. "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 told him. He handed him a piece of paper. "Here, I wrote down my cell. You don't have to be alone in this. If anything comes up, you call me up."
Sam and Dean started walking away and Bridget paused long enough for him to ask her, "What do I do now?"
"You be good, Andy. Just be good," she touched his arm. "And stay away from the yellow eyed man. He's bad news believe me…pure evil and a good liar. Don't trust him, Andy, okay. Just don't." She walked away then and caught up to Sam and Dean.
"Looks like I was right," Sam said.
"About what?" Dean asked.
"Andy, he's a killer after all."
"No, he's a hero," Bridget corrected him. "He saved Tracy and he saved Dean."
"Bottom line is, last night he wasted somebody."
"Yeah," Dean nodded. "But he's not foaming at the mouth psycho. He was pushed to do that."
"Webber was pushed, too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death."
"What the point, Sam?" Bridget asked getting irritated.
"Right circumstances, everyone's capable of murder. Everyone. Maybe that's what the demon's doing – pushing us, finding ways to beak us."
"Sam, we don't know what the demon wants, okay? Quit worrying about it," Dean said.
"You know, I heard you before, Dean. When Andy made you tell the truth. You're just as scared as I am."
"That was mind control!"
"What?"
"No, I'm calling a do over," Dean said.
"What are you, seven?"
"He sure does act it," Bridget snorted.
"Doesn't matter," Dean said. "We've just gotta keep doing what we're doing, find that evil son of a bitch and kill it."
His cell rang at that moment and he answered it. "Hello?...Ellen…what's going on?...Yeah, we'll be right there." He hung up and gestured for them to follow. "Come on."
"Something up at Ellen's?" Bridget asked as they walked towards the Impala.
"She needs to see us."
"Good or bad?"
He shrugged, "No idea."
"That usually means bad," she groaned and got in the backseat with a wince.
The drive to Ellen's wasn't too long. She managed to clean Sam's cut and gave up when he refused a band aid. Then she lay in the back seat with an ice pack on her back and a confirmed bruise when Sam leaned over to take a look at it. Apparently she had a nice shade of purple tinting the middle part of her back.
She stared at the Roadhouse with a grumble and got out of the car, following the brothers and not protesting at all when Sam slipped his hand into hers. They sat at the bar in the empty saloon. Ellen was quick to get rid of her daughter. "Jo? Go pull up another case of beer."
"Mom-."
"Now. Please?" Jo grumbled and left the room. Once Ellen was gone she set her gaze on the three. "So, you wanna tell me about this last hunt of yours?"
"No. Not really," Dean said and didn't waver under her glare. "No offense, just…it's kind of a family thing."
"Not anymore," she set some paperwork on the bar. "I got this stuff from Ash. Andrew Gallagher's house burnt down on his six month birthday, just like your house and just like Bridget's. You think it was the demon in all three cases, don't you? You think it went after Gallagher's family?"
"Yeah, we think so," Sam agreed.
"Sam," Dean warned him.
"Why?" Ellen asked.
"None of your business," Dean snapped.
"You mind your tone with me, boy. This isn't you war, this is a 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."
Sam squeezed her hand and she squeezed back, biting her lower lip with a nod. He took a deep breath, "There are people out there, like Andrew Gallagher…like me. And, um…we all have some kind of ability."
"Ability?" she repeated.
"Yeah…a psychic ability," he said and Dean shook his head angrily. Bridget glared at him to not speak and he didn't.
"So…," she shifted her eyes to Bridget. "You're one of them?"
"No."
"But your house burnt down."
"Yeah, but it was after my nephew…it wanted to kill me but decided to let me live because he liked my misery…then when he found out I was a threat like my brother had been, it was too late. He couldn't kill me anymore."
"You're a threat? Why?"
She shrugged, "Maybe because I've always been different. I was born with it though. My brother was the same."
"You got a power to?"
"Couple of 'em, picture dreams where things I see will always happen and I draw them out…if I'm really…emotional I can move things, its complicated let's not get into that right now."
Sam finished. "Me – I have visions – premonitions. I don't know, it's different for everybody. The demon said he had plans for people like us."
"What kind of plans?"
"We don't really know for sure," Sam said.
"These people out there, these psychics – are they dangerous?" Ellen asked.
"No," Dean answered quickly. "Not all of them."
"But some are," Sam corrected. "Some are very dangerous."
"Okay," she sighed. "How many of 'em are we lookin' at?"
Dean answered, "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."
"That's not true," Sam shook his head.
"What?" Dean asked confused, even Bridget wasn't sure what he was getting at.
"Webber, or Ansem, or whatever his name was – I looked at his files, and there was no house fire. He's nothing out of the ordinary."
"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 pointed out.
"And so, who knows how many of them are really out there?" Dean said.
"And how many are evil like Webber…" Bridget added feeling the energy seep from her body.
"Jo, honey?" Ellen called her daughter when she entered the room.
"Yeah?"
"You better break out the whiskey instead," she said and the room became silent, Bridget still holding Sam's hand as the day just became longer.