Chapter 51
A woman is serving coffee to the brothers all dressed up in business suits. "I'm sorry, but you won't get anything out of Andy... They never do..."
"They?" Sam asks.
"You're debt collectors, right?" Once in a while, they come by. I don't know what he says to them, but they never come back." She softly smiles.
"Actually, we're lawyers, representing his great-aunt Lita. She passed and left Andy a sizable estate." Dean seriously explains.
"So, are you a friend of his?" Sam gently asks.
"I used to be... Don't see much of Andy any more."
"Andy kicks ass!" A young waiter arrives, sitting uninvited on their table.
"Is that right?" Dean smirks.
"Andy can get you into anything. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once. That was awesome!"
"How about clearing a table of two, Webber?" The woman gently orders him.
"Yeah! Sure, boss... Sorry..." He rushes away.
"Look, if you wanna find him, try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a barbarian queen painted on the side. She's riding a polar bear. It's kinda hard to miss..."
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The brothers are taking watch near the van, waiting for Andy to show up. "I'm sorry, but I'm starting to like this dude... That van is sweet!" Dean grins, as they park on the other side of the road. Sam is staring nervously at it. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." The youngest replies.
"You look like your sucking a lemon. What's going on?" He insists.
"This Andy is the second one like this we've found. Demon came when they were kids, now they kill people." Sam worries.
"We don't know what Andrew is... Could be innocent." Dean trying to calm his brother's concerns.
"My visions haven't been wrong yet."
"What's your point?"
"My point is, Eli and I are like them."
"No, you're not..."
"The Demon said he had plans for us and children like us... Maybe that's it... We're supposed to be killers."
"So, your theory is that this Demon wants you out there killing with your minds, is that it?... Give me a break... You're not murderers... You don't have it in your bones, neither of you..."
"You're sure?... We killed a lot of things already."
"But, those things were asking for it. There's a difference."
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Andrew Gallagher is coming out of an apartment, waving at a beautiful woman sitting on the edge of her first floor window, just wearing a silk black negligee. She is sending him kisses.
He walks away and stops a guy coming towards him. He talks with him for a few seconds, smiling and the man gives him his cup of coffee and then just continues his walk naturally.
A little bit further down the street, he greets a large black man in his sixties.
"That's him. That's the older guy. He's the shooter." Sam bursts out.
"Well, you keep an eye on him. I'll stick with Andy..." Dean proposes.
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Andy returns to his parked van, Dean ready to follow him.
Further down, at a 'T' intersection, a little bit out of the city-centre, Andy stops, goes out of his vehicle and comes towards Dean. "Hey..." He says, bending down to have a look to him.
"Hey..." Dean answers a hand on his gun in the inner-pocket of his jacket.
"That's a super nice ride you have..."
"Yeah! Thanks."
"Impala 67, right?... This is a serious classic, man."
"Yeah... And you know I just rebuilt her... Can't let a car like this one go, right?..."
"Damn straight!... Hey, can I have it?" Andy suddenly asks.
Dean comes out of his car. "Sure, dude..."
"Sweet!" The young man says, hopping in.
"There you go..." Dean even closing the door for him.
"That is nice... Take it easy, man..." Andy waves, leaving him in the middle of the road.
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The old black man's phone starts to ring. Sam recognises the 'Bluerigde' logo on a passing bus. He recalls his vision, starting to come true. He crosses the street and enters the gun-dealer shop. He pulls the fire alarm trigger and leaves, just when the black guy arrives at the doorstep. He frowns, hearing the alarm and continues his walk.
Sam, so what relieved, goes down Main street and sees the Impala passing by, driven by Andy. He loses eye contact with the black man that is receiving another phone call, since he is busy to dial Dean's number.
"Andy's got your car?"
"I know!... He just sort of asked me for it and I let him take it..." Dean explains.
"You what?" He cries out.
"It's mind control, man... Another sort of it seems..."
At that moment, the black man crosses the street again, not paying attention to another bus coming down the street. Sam hears a huge bang, turns around to see the man already dead on the ground.
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Dean finds his brother sitting on the curb. "I kept him out of the gun store. Though he was okay. I should've stayed with him." He says demoralised, the elder patting him in the back.
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