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Chapter 21. Use the Force, Andy

"So this is the famous Louise Winchester?" Jo said with a grin, playing with some bills in her hand. "Nice to finally meet you in person."

"Same," Louise said with a smile. She liked Jo and was glad to finally meet her, though she wished that their reason for coming was a little different; Sam had had a vision about a guy going nuts and shooting someone in a gun shop before splattering his own brains and so they were in a bit of a hurry to find out where the guy could be before it actually happened.

"Just can't stay away, huh?" Jo said to Dean.

"Looks like," Dean smirked. "How you doin'?"

"Where's Ash?" Sam interrupted.

"In his back room."

"Great." Sam pushed past Jo.

"And I'm fine…"

"Sorry, he's – we're kind of on a busy schedule," Dean apologised, following Sam.

"Hey, don't worry, JoJo." Louise slung an arm around Jo's shoulders. "Let's let the big ol' men have their talk while we catch up."

"I kinda forgot to mention that Ash wasn't, well…clothed," Jo admitted. Louise burst out laughing, glad that she hadn't gone with them – the sight of pretty much any unclothed body always made her uncomfortable unless she was treating the person's injuries. "You don't wanna know. Also, if you call me JoJo again, I'll string you up and use you for target practice."

"Noted," Louise said. "So, Blondie, what ya wanna do?"

Jo's grin widened and she nodded back at an old arcade game.

"Fancy a round?" she said. "Twenty bucks that I win."

"Make it fifty," Louise said confidently, following Jo over to the game. Jo started it up and then they picked up their plastic guns and began to shoot. Louise was a natural – no doubt due to training all her life – but plastic arcade guns were different to real guns and, to her annoyance, she missed several targets. Jo hit them all and turned to Louise with a smug grin.

"Pay up, Winchester," she said. Scowling, Louise pulled a fifty dollar bill out of her pocket and handed it to Jo, who pocketed it with raised eyebrows.

"Shouldn't you be working?" Louise said grumpily, though there was no real heat behind her words. Jo's grin widened and she returned to serving behind the bar, leaving Louise to slump down at the nearest table, wishing that she had a beer or another drink. Her mood immediately plummeted when a guy with slick black hair plonked down onto the chair next to her, his grin telling her straight away what he was after.

"Don't get pissed, princess," the man said. "Jo beats everybody. Damn girl acts like she owns the game."

"She kind of does," Louise pointed out. The man shrugged.

"Don't matter," he said. "How 'bout you an' me ditch this dump and go have some fun?"

Yep. A booty call. Just what Louise wanted.

"Not interested," she said firmly, really wishing that she had that drink. The man rolled his eyes and put a hand on her arm.

"C'mon, sugar," he said. "Y'know you're interested."

"I'm really not."

"Playing hard to get, eh?"

"No. I'm playing impossible to get because I'm not interested."

The man's eyebrows rose and he leaned away.

"So, what, you're gay or somethin'?"

Louise sighed. How hard was it for him to take a hint?

"Or something. I'm not anything except completely uninterested in your ugly ass."

The man snarled.

"What'd you say?" His grip tightened on her arm and, just as Louise was about to punch him in the face –

"Shove off, asshole. She said no."

Louise grinned when the guy paled upon seeing a pissed Dean and made a hasty retreat. Dean raised his eyebrows.

"What?" Louise said. "He wasn't worth the effort. Just another sleazebag."

"Yeah, whatever. You look like you need a drink. Come over to the bar with me."

"I got no cash on me," Louise complained as she stood up and they walked over. "Jo hustled me out of my last fifty."

Jo, who had caught her last sentence, grinned widely.

"Not my fault you're totally shit at arcade shooting," she said. "Here, I'll give your drink on the house."

She slid a beer to Louise, who took a swig gratefully.

"You deserve it for not punching Crew in the face," Jo added.

"Crew? The sleazebag?"

"Yep. Hits on every chick here until he gets lucky – which he never does. Nearly everyone's punched him in the face. I would've but Mom scared him so bad that he never even looks at me."

She smirked at Crew, who went even paler and looked away.

"Enjoy the drink. I've got work to do."

Jo disappeared to go and collect dirty dishes from the tables. Louise sighed and took another gulp.

"Any luck?" she said.

"Guthrie, Oklahoma," Dean replied. "Sam's got Ash lookin' for anyone else whose mom died like ours."

"You – you didn't get anything from Azazel?" Louise said carefully. Dean's jaw set and he shook his head.

"No. Son of a bitch didn't share much. Only showed stuff that he thought would get under my skin."

Dean's eyes were glued on a nearby glass, his whole body rigid.

"Yellow eyes?" Louise said, immediately recognising what was up. Dean gave a very small nod. "He's not here, Dean. Just breathe."

Dean closed his eyes, took a deep breath and opened them. He relaxed.

"Thanks, Lou," he muttered. Louise smiled and punched him gently on the shoulder.

"All good, bro."

"You heard from your angel buddy?"

Louise grimaced when Dean mentioned Castiel. The angel hadn't dropped in once since disappearing and if not for Sam and Dean remembering him, she would've thought that it was all one elaborate dream.

"Nope. I've tried yelling at him but that son of a bitch won't answer. And I don't wanna summon him again and piss him off. I've still got no clue why I get to live when all other nephilim get smoked but hey, I'm not complaining."

Dean snorted darkly. Suddenly, the opening chords of 'Can't Fight This Feeling' by REO Speedwagon started to play and Louise immediately searched for a knife to drive through her ears. Next to her, Dean looked around in horror at Jo, who was bringing glasses over to the bar with a smug smile.

"REO Speedwagon?" he complained.

"Damn right," Jo said firmly. "Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart."

Could Jo be any more blatant about her crush? Louise had picked it as soon as they'd walked in and this really wasn't helping. But she didn't want to tell Jo that Dean just wasn't into her, feeling that it wasn't her place to get involved.

"Your moms died that way too, didn't they?" Jo was saying. "Fire in Sam's nursery?"

"Can we not talk about it?" Louise said, clenching her fists. There was no way in hell she'd punch Jo but if they kept talking about it, she definitely would smash something.

"Yeah, it's kind of a family thing," Dean said.

"I could help," Jo volunteered.

"I'm sure you could. But we've gotta take on this one ourselves. Also, if I ran off with you then your mom would kill me."

Ellen looked around from across the bar. Dean smiled nervously and Louise contemplated slinking further into her seat until Ellen saw her and nodded with a warm smile.

"You're afraid of my mother?" Jo said sceptically.

"I haven't even met her properly and I'm terrified," Louise said. Dean nodded in agreement.

"C'mon, we've got a match." Louise was saved from further conversation by Sam grabbing her and Dean's arms and hauling them up.

"Bye, Jo!" Louise called as Sam tugged her away from the bar. "I'll kick your ass next time!"

"You wish!"

-LW-

"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…"

"Kill me now," Louise muttered, slumping in her seat and covering her ears to protect them against Dean's singing.

"What? I heard it somewhere and I can't get it outta my head!" Dean said quickly.

"Yeah, in the bar while Jo was coming on to you," Louise taunted. "I thought you hated REO!"

"I do!"

"Dean and Jo, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N –"

"So help me, if you finish that, I'm going to stick a bullet up your ass and ditch you on the side of the road," Dean threatened. Louise fell silent but kept smirking. "Sam, whatcha got?"

"Andrew Gallagher," Sam replied, looking at a stack of papers. "Born in eighty three, lost his mom in a nursery fire exactly six months later."

"You think the demon killed his mom too?" Dean said.

"Looks like it."

"How'd you even know to look for him?"

"Every vision I've had that's not about Yellow-Eyes was about the other kids, like Max."

"Yeah but Max was a pasty little psycho."

"The point is, Max was killing people and I was having the same type of visions," Sam said. "And now it could be happening all over again with Gallagher."

"So, how do we find him?" Louise said.

"Don't know. No address, no employment, owes money on his bills – phone, credit, utilities…"

"Collection agency flags?" Dean said.

"None in the system."

"They just let him take a walk?"

"Seems like it. There's a work address from about a year ago so I say we start there."

-LW-

To track down Andy, the boys ended up resorting to pretending to be lawyers who were representing Andy's 'recently passed Great-Aunt Leta', while Louise sat nearby and pretended to be engaged in a magazine article. The waitress – Tracey – said that nobody saw much of Andy anymore but that if they wanted to find him, they should try a van with a barbarian queen riding a polar bear painted on the side.

"Ah, crap," Louise said as they approached the van. "I think I might actually like this guy."

"Same," Dean agreed. "That is one sweet van. What's got your knickers in a knot, Sammy?"

"This Andrew Gallagher…he's the second guy we've found who was visited by Azazel and now he's killing people."

"Hey, he could be innocent," Dean said.

"My visions haven't been wrong before, Dean! And I'm one of them!"

"Hell, no!" Louise said. "You're nothing like Max!"

"But you heard Azazel! He said he had plans for me and the other children like me! Maybe this is his plan! Maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks who are supposed to be –"

"Killers?" Dean scoffed. "Give us a break, Sam! You don't have a murderous bone in your body!"

"Last I checked, I kill all kinds of things."

"Things that killed first and are asking for it," Louise said. "Wait, that's him!"

A dark-haired man in pyjamas left a building, blowing a kiss up at a blonde woman in a second storey window. The man – Andy – stopped to chat with another man, who smiled and gave him his coffee, and then Andy greeted an older black man.

"That's him! That older dude, that's the shooter from my vision!" Sam hissed.

"Alright, you keep an eye on him. Lou and I'll stick with Andy," Dean said. Sam got out of the car and followed the black man, while Louise climbed into the front seat, and she and Dean followed Andy in his barbarian queen truck. A few minutes later, Andy stopped, got out of the van and approached the Impala. Dean stashed a gun in his jacket quickly.

"Hey!" Andy said cheerfully when he got to Dean's window.

"Hey," Dean replied. Louise waved, immediately feeling at ease.

"This is a nice ride!"

"Yeah, thanks."

"The '67 Impala's the best one if you ask me!"

"Yeah. Been in the family for decades. Can't let a car like this go to waste."

"Damn straight. Hey, can I have it?"

Louise felt a strange wave wash over her and she and Dean grinned at Andy. Hey, if he wanted the car so bad then why not let him have it?

"Sure, man!" A smiling Dean got out of the car and let Andy slide into the driver's seat. "Hop right in there. There ya go."

"Thanks, man! Take it easy," Andy said. He grinned at Louise. "Hey, babe, you don't mind coming with me, do you?"

"Of course not!" Louise said cheerfully. Wait…yes, she did mind! She wanted out! But Andy was so nice and if it would make him happy, then why not? "Step on it, man!"

Andy drove off, leaving a confused-looking Dean behind.