I own nothing but Kat. I split this chapter so that I could give y'all something new but i'll but up the rest after i'm finished with finals next week. Thank you all for sticking with me, it really means a lot.
"Dean, can you go check on Sam. He's been in the bathroom for quite a long time now." I stated.
"Fine. You know you worry about him too much. He's a big boy, he can take care of himself." Dean retorted.
"Yea, yea I know. Would it make you feel better if I told you I worry about you too?" I teased. "I just worry about him and his visions or whatever they are. Now get your ass in gear and go check on Sam."
Dean disappeared while I finished filling up the car. When they came back Sam looked like shit and Dean had the crease in his forehead that meant that he was concerned.
"Hey what's wrong?" I asked.
"Sam had another of his freaky visions." Dean replied, concern lacing his voice.
"Shit! Sam are you alright?" I asked equally concerned. "So where we headed?"
"Yea I'm fine. This one was just insanely vivid. I mean a guy shot himself in the face with a shotgun." Sam answered.
"Fuck that's bad. Do you want to rest? You can take the back and lie down if you want." I offered.
"No I'm good. We just really need to get going. I think that we should stop at the Roadhouse and figure this out." Sam stated.
With that we hopped in the car and headed out.
"I don't know, man. Why don't we just chill out and think about this." Dean stated.
"Dean what is there to think about?" Sam asked reaching forward and switching off the radio.
"Yea I mean some dude is going to shoot his fucking head off. I think that this deserves our attention since Sam had a vision about it." I added.
"I just don't know if going to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea." Dean replied.
"Dean this is another premonition, I just know it. This is going to happen, and Ash can tell us where." Sam reasoned. "Plus it could have something to do with the demon. My visions always do."
"That's my point. There's gonna be hunters there." Dean almost shouted. "I don't know if – if going in there and announcing that your some kind of supernatural freak with a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?"
"So I'm a freak now?" Sam asked.
"So if Sam's a freak does that mean I'm a freak too?" I scoffed.
"You guys have always been freaks." Dean stated trying to deflect what he said.
Two hours of awkward silence later we finally arrived at the Roadhouse. As we walked in, Jo was playing a hunting game and hustling some guy out of his money and other patrons we scattered around the bar.
"Damn, little lady, that was my room money." The guy stated.
"Then I guess you're taking a truck nap tonight." Jo replied.
"I'd have checked the high scores before you put your money down." Ellen stated walking up to the game and pressing a button that made the list of high scores on it all of which belonged to Jo. "Went and got yourself hustled, Ed."
As we walked in the guys by the table turned to stare at us.
"What you lookin at?" I growled
"Just can't stay away, huh?" Jo teased.
"Yea, looks like. How you doing Jo?" Dean chuckled.
"Where's Ash?" Sam asked impatiently
"In his back room." Jo replied slightly affronted by Sam's intrusion into her conversation with Dean.
"Great." Sam stated then walked off.
"Well I'd better follow him, make sure he doesn't get into trouble." I said giving Jo a quick hug before following Sam. Dean followed shortly thereafter.
"Ash?" Sam asked while knocking on the door. "Hey, Ash?"
"Hey Dr. Badass?" I asked noticing the name on the sign.
With that Ash opened the door a crack but enough to tell he wasn't wearing any cloths.
"Good lord, Ash!" I exclaimed
"Sam, Dean, Kat. Sam, Dean, and Kat." Ash states completely unfazed that he is naked with the three of us staring at him. Granted he is hiding most of his body behind the door.
"Hey Ash, we, uh, need your help." Sam stated.
"Hell then, I guess I'm gonna need my pants." Ash replied with a smirk.
Sam told Ash all about his vision once he came out of his room fully clothed. He talked about a man going into a gun store and shooting the store owner and then himself. That he did this after getting a mysterious phone call. The only clue we had on where this was going to take place was from a decal that Sam had seen on the front of a bus. It was a triangle of what looked like a road on top of the words Blue Ridge. Even though it wasn't a lot of info to work with Ash came up with something.
"It's the logo for the Blue Ridge bus lines in Guthrie, Oklahoma." Ash explained.
"Yay back to BFE." I grumbled.
"Shut up Kat. This is important." Sam retorted. "Also Ash can you check Guthrie for any demonic signs, or omens, anything that would suggest something supernatural."
"You think the demon might be there?" Ash questioned.
"Anything is possible it this wonderful world of crazy that we live in." I said just as Sam replied "Yea, maybe."
"Why would you think that?" Ash queried causing us to look at each other.
"Just check it, alright?" Dean stated quickly to cut off that line of questioning.
Disgruntled Ash checked through his sources.
"No sir. Nothing. No demon." Ash replied.
"Well damn. I knew it couldn't be that easy." I sighed.
"All right. Check something else for me. Search for a house fire in Guthrie form around 1983." Sam requested. "The fire's origin would be a baby's nursery, night of the kid's 6-month birthday."
Ash looked at Sam like he was mental which caused Dean to get this defensive look, like he was ready for a fight. "Well that's oddly specific, but ok I'll look it up. Why the hell would I be looking for that?"
And wow there was a lot of weird alpha male posturing going on right now.
Sam set a beer in front of Ash saying " 'cause there's a PBR in it for you."
"Give me 15 minutes." As replied hastily. Wow it's kinda sad that all it takes to get Ash to do something is to promise him a beer, not even good beer but a PBR. If this was me, no way anyone would be getting away with that shit.
As we waited the bar started to empty out as it reached closing time. Jo walked over to the jukebox and put on… was that R.E.O. Speedwagon? Oh god, the look on Dean's face when he realized that she had just selected 'Can't Fight this Feeling' was fucking priceless. Oh lord, he was so crushing on Jo it's not even funny how bad he had it for her. As she started cleaning up he kept stealing glances her way, it was adorable! It was like watching a puppy begging for table scraps. He just blatently stared at her when she waled up to the bar to put her tray down.
"What?" Jo asked.
"R.E.O. Speedwagon?" Dean asked incredulously.
"Damn right, R.E.O. Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart." Jo replied causing me to snicker slightly.
"He sings it from the hair. There's a difference." Dean shot back looking smug.
Then Jo started looking around, looking to make sure no one else was listening. Seeing this I tensed up hoping there wouldn't be a problem but also knowing where this was going. I like Jo but bringing up our mom's death so soon after losing our father, I know that's really going to hurt Dean.
"That profile you've got Ash working on, didn't your mom die the same way?" Jo asked.
"Look, Jo, it's kinda a family thing." Dean replied.
"I could help you know." She said sounding slightly hopeful.
"I'm sure you could, but we gotta handle this one ourselves." Dean stated mater-of-factly. "Besides, if I ran off with you, I think your mother might kill me."
Of course that was the exact moment Ellen turned around, and boy did her face say 'don't you fucking dare.' To which Dean tried smiling reassuringly.
"You're afraid of my mother?" Jo scoffed playfuly.
"I think so." Dean said jokingly but also with slight fear.
"And you damn well better be." I cut in "Because I would definitely put my money on Ellen to win the fight."
"Wow Kat, your faith in me is so reassuring." Dean deadpanned.
"We have a match. We've got to go." Sam said in a rush.
"Even if there wasn't a match I'd say we should probably be heading out just so that Dean here don't get himself killed." I replied jokingly causing Dean to huff
"All right, Jo, see you later." Dean said as he got up from the bar and we left.
"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." Dean sang
"Dean, please, I'm begging you here, for the love of god stop singing that song!" I pleaded. He had been sing it since we left the bar the better part of an hour ago.
"And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I mi-ight." Dean continued to sing completely ignoring me.
"You're kidding, right?" Sam asked and Dean stopped.
"What?! You listened to him and not to me, he didn't even say anything about stopping. Ugh!" I grumbled. And yes that might have been childish but there is only so many times you can hear a repeated before you want to kill the person singing.
"I heard the song in the bar and I can't get it out of my head." Dean said
"More like you can't get Jo out of your head." I stated ribbing Dean for his crush.
"Kat!" Dean practically growled then turned his attention to Sam. "What you got?"
"Andrew Gallagher." Sam read form the paper he was looking at. "Born in '83 like Kat and me. Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like us."
"Wait, you think the Demon killed his mom?" Dean asked
"It would make sense. I mean all the facts are the same so it is a very likely explanation." I practically whispered. Even though it was 22 years ago I still didn't really like talking about it. It was hard growing up like we did but even more so with just our father since he either didn't know or was really squeamish about girl things.
"How did you even know to look for this guy?" Dean asked
"Well since every premonition thus far has either been about the Demon or is related to the Demon, they are about the other kids the Demon visited." Sam stated. "Like Max Miller. You remember him."
"Yea, but Max was basically a little psycho." Dean replied.
"Sam there is no way you will turn out anything like Max!" I almost yelled smacking Dean for just further cementing Sam's fear that he will go all dark side on us.
"Kat! Get out of my head!" Sam exclaimed. "Look, the point is that he was killing people, and I was having visions of him. And now it could happening all over again with Andrew Gallagher."
"Fine we will table the discussion about your fear of turning evil until after we catch this guy." I huffed.
"Ok so how do we find him?" Dean asked.
"I don't know." Sam admitted. "There's no current address, no current employment. Still owes money on all his bills."
"And the collection agencies aren't going after him?" Dean queried.
"Not in the system." Sam replied.
"Wait, they just let him take a walk!" I marveled.
"That's what it looks like." Sam answered.
"Huh. That either makes him one lucky SOB or he is using some sort of supernatural something to get them to leave him alone." I stated.
"There's a work address from around a year ago." Sam pointed out. "I guess we start there."
We finally pulled into town at around 8 am the next day. We decided that since his previous place of employment was a diner that we would kill two birds with one stone. We sat down at a table and ordered coffee and breakfast. Once we were done eating we asked our waitress is she knew anything about Gallagher. She kindly informed us that we wouldn't get anything out of Andy, that there had been debt collectors here before looking for him and they always left empty handed. Then some dude just sat down at our table and started talking about Andy and how great he was. How he could get you into anything or talk people into doing whatever he wanted them to. As Webber, or whatever his name was, kept prattling on it was sounding more and more like Andy was our guy. He also kept giving me these strange looks that were putting me on edge. Once he left the waitress informed us that we would probably find him on Orchard Street in a van with a barbarian queen riding a polar bear painted on the side. After that we left to look for the van.
"Well she was most definitely right about the van being hard to miss." I commented.
"I'm sorry. I'm kinda starting to like this guy." Dean commented. "That van is sweet."
Both Sam and I just stared at him incredulously.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked.
"Nothing." Sam replied curtly.
"Don't give us that shit Sammy. The face you are making says that there is something definitely wrong." I retorted.
"It's just that his Andrew Gallagher is the second person like this that we've come across. Someone who has powers like me or Kat. The Demon kame to them when they were kids, now their killing people." Sam started.
"Gad damn it Sam I thought that we decided that this discussion about how you are not going to turn into some weird psycho killer until after we have finished this case." I said cutting off Sam's train of thought.
"Sam look, we don't know what this Andrew Gallagher is. For all we know he could be completely innocent." Dean reasoned.
"My visions haven't been wrong yet." Sam replied with a slightly hysterical tinge to his voice.
"Ok so what's your point?" Dean asked.
"So I guess today is the ignore everything Kat says day. Wonderful." I muttered to myself.
"My point is that I'm one of them." Sam replied
"No, you're not." Dean automatically retorted. So not what Sam needed to hear right then.
"Dean the Demon said he had plans for me and children like me. Though apparently not Kat." Sam defended. "Maybe this is his plan. Maybe we all turn into psychotic killers."
"Pretty sure that ain't the plan. The Demon sees the big picture, thinks big." I replied absently thinking I would be ignored again.
"I think Kat's right on this one. Plus you're not a murderer Sam. You don't have it in your bones." Dean added.
"Last I checked I killed all kinds of things." Sam scoffed.
"Well those were bad things that had it coming. That hardly counts as murder." Dean retorted.
Finally Andy came out of a building. Was he wearing a silk robe with a tiger embroidered on it? Dude clearly has a thing for flair. We watched him walk down the street, talk some guy into giving him his coffee, and the he started talking to a heavy set Black man.
"That's him, that older guy. He's the shooter." Sam declared.
"Well you keep an eye on him. Kat and I will follow Andy." Dean decided.
"Good luck Sam." I said before we split up.
Barely a minute later Andy got in his car and drove off.
"So how do you think this guy chooses his victims?" I asked trying to break the silence.
"I don't know. He's a psycho I don't think he really has a plan." Dean replied
After maybe five minutes of following the God awful van Andy stoped in the middle of the street and got out of his car.
"Um what the hell is he doing? Why is he coming over here?" I wondered and Dean of course grabbed his gun.
"Hey." Andy greeted.
"Hey hey." Dean replied.
"This is a sweet ride."
"Yea. Thanks."
"Hey sweetheart." Andy smiled what I'm sure was supposed to be a charming smile but was more on the creepy side.
"Yea, no." I replied.
"Man, you know a '67, Impala's best year if you asked me." Andy went back to taking to Dean. "His is a serious classic."
"Yea, I know. Just rebuilt her too. She runs beautifully." Dean replied taking his hand off his gun and tone going from suspicious to conversational.
"Yea it was our dad's." I cut into the conversation. I got the weird feeling that Andy was trying to compel us, though it seemed to be only working on Dean.
"Can't let a car like this one go." Dean chuckled completely ignoring me.
"Damn straight." Andy agreed. "Could I have it?"
"Um no." I said just as Dean replied, "Sure, man." And he got out of the car.
"Dean what the hell are you doing?" I asked scrambling out after him. No way did I want to be in the car with a dude possibly compelling people kill. He got in the car and drove off.
"Dean what the fuck? You just let Andy drive away with the Impala! You just gave him your baby!" I yelled then thinking about it I started to laugh. "Oh god, you just let a stranger drive off in a car you will barely allow me to touch. That's hilarious!"
Dean's phone started ringing making me laugh even harder because it was most likely Sam and thinking of how Dean was going to explain how he lost the Impala was just funny.
"Dean, Andy's go the Impala!" Sam exclaimed so loud that I could hear him.
"I know." Dean said dejectedly. "He just sorta asked me for it, and I let him take it."
"You what?" Sam asked
"He full on Obi-Wan'd me. It's mind control, man!" Dean defended.
"Its not mind control." I stated causing Dean to look at me.
"If it's not mind control the what is it Kat?" Dean asked
"It's compulsion." I started to explain.
"That sounds an awful lot like mind control to me." Dean retorted.
"Compulsion, I guess is kinda like mind control except you think that the idea is entirely your own." I explained.
"Oh god!" Sam yelled. All we could hear on our end was a loud thud and screeching breaks.
"Um, Sam tell me that was not what I think it was." I asked
"I…I can't. He just straight up walked in front of the bus." Sam stated.
We immediately raced over to where Sam was. By the time we got there the cops had arrived, and wasn't that weird being on the other side of the questioning. Sam was I total shock, just sitting on the ground staring at the body as it was zipped up in the body bag.
"I kept him out of the gun store." Sam mumbled. "I thought he was okay. I thought he was passed it. At least… I should have stayed with him."
"Sam this is not your fault. Please don't blame yourself for this. You saved the life of the store owner and you tried to save him. There is no way you could have known he wasn't in the clear." I said giving Sam a hug.
"Yea, what Kat said." Dean commented patting Sam on the shoulder.
After Sam had been questioned on what he saw we left to search for Andy and the Impala. It took us the better part of a half hour but we found her completely unharmed.
"Oh, thank god." Dean breathed a sigh of relief, jogging across the street. "I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again."
"Do you need a minute alone?" I asked jokingly.
"Shut it Kat. Well at least he left the keys in it." Dean said after he checked the Impala over to make sure that there was no damage.
"Yea. Real Samaritan, this guy." Sam scoffed.
"Looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose." Dean stated.
"No, compulsion requires actual talking to work." I informed them.
"The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus." Sam sighed. "Andy must have called him."
"I don't know. Maybe." Dean wavered
"Beg your pardon?" Sam asked
"I just don't know if he's our guy." Dean explained. "He just doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type."
"Yea, I hate to say it but form the little interaction that we had with him he didn't give off the killer vibe. He was too… I don't know, perky?" I agreed.
"Kat, you too! How do you know that he didn't just compel you too think that?"
"Because his compulsion didn't work on me."
"Whatever, guilty or not, how are we going to find him?" Sam asked.
"Um I don't know, maybe look for his weirdly painted pedo van?" I supplied sarcastically.
"Hey don't knock the van." Dean said playfully shoving me towards the car.
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