Author's Note: Sorry for the long delay for this chapter. I had a busy summer and was stuck on this chapter. I hope you enjoy. If you have time please leave a review. They motivate me.
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"Any idea what's taking him so long?" Fallon asked from the backseat. Dean and Fallon had gone out to the Impala ten minutes ago while Sam hit the bathroom.
"Something didn't sit right?" Dean shrugged.
"Maybe you should go check on him," Fallon suggested. Dean nodded and headed back in the motel room. Fallon picked up the fashion magazine she'd had the boys buy her at the last convenience store they'd stopped in. She had already read through it once but she had nothing else better to do. Another five minutes went by and neither of the brothers had come out of the motel room.
Fallon sighed and was about to go in for them when the motel room door opened. Dean was leading Sam out. Fallon's eyes widened at Sam's disheveled appearance. He was covered in sweat and pale. "What happened?!" she asked stepping out of the vehicle.
"Another one of his visions," Dean explained. "He's fine. Just shaken up."
"What happened in this vision?" Fallon asked.
"Same thing as last time," Sam grumbled getting into the passenger seat. "Someone dying."
"So I guess we have a job?" Fallon inquired.
"Yeah, but I think we should go to the Roadhouse first," Sam answered.
"I don't know," Dean replied. "Why don't we just chill out and think about this?"
"What's there to think about?" Sam asked
"I don't know if going to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea," Dean said.
"Dean, it's another premonition. This is gonna happen again, and Ash can tell us where," Sam said.
"Yeah, but…"
"Plus, it could have some connection with the demon," Sam added. "My visions always do."
"That's my point!" Dean exclaimed. "There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know if going in and announcing that you're some freak with a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?"
"So I'm a freak now?" Sam stated.
"You've always been a freak," Dean replied, but the joke fell flat. He decided to try another tactic. "It's not a good place for Fallon to be."
"I'll be fine Dean," Fallon said. "I'll hang in the kitchen if I have to. No one but Ellen and Jo will be back there."
"You're out voted, Dean," Sam said. "If you hurry up we can get there in under two hours."
When they arrived at the Roadhouse Fallon immediately teleported into the kitchen. She wound up next to the window where she'd broken the salt circle. She went to go wander around the racks for a bit but she had only taken one step forward into the aisle when she stumbled into Ellen, who screamed.
"Sorry! Sorry!" Fallon exclaimed. "I thought I was alone in here." Ellen looked like she was about to say something when the door to the kitchen started to push open. Fallon immediately ducked behind a shelf.
"Everything okay in here Ellen?" a gruff man asked. "We heard you scream."
"Everything's fine, Frank," Ellen assured the man quickly. "I just saw a spider is all."
"Need help killing it?" Frank asked.
"Hey, I may not be a hunter, but I can kill a spider on my own," Ellen replied lightly. "I've got it, Frank. Go on back to your drink." Frank left and Ellen came around to stand in front of Fallon. "I'm guessing Sam and Dean are here."
"Yes," Fallon replied. "They needed to talk to Ash. We thought I'd be safest in the kitchen."
"Don't you need to talk to Ash too?" Ellen questioned. "You're teamed up with them."
"They'll catch me up later," Fallon said.
Ellen scoffed. "Ash has a back room right through that wall," she said pointing towards the wall beside them. "Wait for me to tap on it. He's probably not wearing pants right now. You can phase right on in after that."
Fallon smiled. "Thank you," she said. About five minutes later and there was a tap on the wall. She phased into the room. Dean and Sam smiled at her. Ash looked confused but accepted her presence.
"What can I help you lot with?" he asked.
Sam took out a picture of the bus logo he'd sketched on the way here. "Do you think you could find out where this bus is used?" Sam asked.
Ash took the logo with a raised eyebrow. "Any particular reason you need to know?" he asked.
"Please, it's important," Sam insisted. Ash nodded and started up his laptop. It didn't take long for him to find a match.
"It's the logo from the Blue Ridge bus lines in Guthrie, Oklahoma," he told them.
"Okay," Sam said. "Do me a favor, check Guthrie for any demonic signs, or omens, or anything like that."
"You think the demon's there?" Ash said.
"Maybe," Fallon answered.
"Why would you think that?" Ash asked.
"Just check it, alright?" Dean sighed.
"Don't be an ass, Dean," Fallon scolded lightly before turning to Ash and giving him a puppy dog face. "Please check for us Ash."
Ash looked amused. He turned back to his laptop, but quickly began shaking his head. "No demon," he said.
"Alright, try something else for me," Sam replied. "Search Guthrie for a house fire. It would be 1983, fire's origin would be a baby's nursery, night of the kid's six month birthday."
Ash looked surprised. "Okay, now that is just weird, man," Ash said after a moment. "Why the hell would I be looking for that?"
Sam plopped down a beer bottle next to Ash. "Cause there's a PBR in it for ya," he bribed.
"Well, while you search for that, I'm going out to have a drink of my own," Dean said. Fallon stayed behind with Sam who was a bundle of nerves at the moment. She grabbed a pencil and a pad of paper of Ash's desk and drew a tic-tac-toe game. She placed and X in the upper right hand corner and shoved the pad and pencil towards Sam.
"Want to play a game?" she inquired playfully. Sam smiled at her and took the pad and pencil from her. He wrote an O in the middle. They got through five games, four of which Fallon had won, before Ash found a match.
"Bingo!" he cried pleased with himself. "We have ourselves a winner."
"Who is it, Ash?" Sam asked.
"An Andrew Gallagher," Ash replied printing his information. He passed them to Sam who scanned over them.
"I'll meet you two at the car," Fallon told him. She waved goodbye to Ash before teleporting into the backseat of the Impala. Soon, both boys joined her.
"So are you going to tell me who we're looking at?" Dean asked.
"Give me time to get information on this guy, Dean," Sam snapped booting up his laptop. Dean raised an eyebrow but just started the car. Fallon sat waiting for Sam to relay the information, but her attention soon became drawn to Dean who had started to sing.
Fallon sighed. Dean had many talents, but singing wasn't one of them. She grit her teeth, ready to tolerate it for a while before telling him to knock it off, but her eye's widened when she realized what he was sing. He usually turned the channel when the song "I Can't Stop This Feeling" came on. Now he was actually getting into the song. Fallon gawked first at him and then turned to glance at Sam who just looked annoyed.
"You're kidding, right?" Sam complained.
"I heard the song somewhere, I can't get it out of my head, I don't know," Dean excused. "Whaddya' got?"
"Andrew Gallagher," Sam replied. "Born in eighty three, like me. Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like me."
"You think the demon killed his mom?" Dean questioned.
"Sure looks like it," Sam said.
"How did you even know to look for this guy?" Dean asked.
"Well, that's easy," Fallon said. "All of his visions have something to do with the demon. And if not the demon than the other kids the demon visited."
"Like Max Miller," Sam added. "Remember him?"
"Yeah, but Max Miller was a pasty little psycho," Dean pointed out.
"The point is he was killing people," Sam said. "And I was having the same type of visions about him. And now it could be happening all over again with this Gallagher guy."
"Or you could be jumping to conclusions," Fallon said.
"I don't think so," Sam replied.
"How do we find him?" Dean asked.
"Don't know," Sam answered. "No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills."
"Sounds like a real winner," Fallon snorted.
"Any collection agency flags?" Dean asked.
"None in the system," Sam told them.
"They just let him go?" Dean asked amazed.
"Seems like it," Sam replied.
"Well, did he work in the past?" Fallon asked. "We could question his old co-workers. Maybe one of them will know where he is."
"Yeah. I have a work address from his last W-2," Sam answered.
"I guess we start there," Dean said.
Fallon had to admit both boys looked dreamy in a suit. They had dug them out before entering their suspect's old work place. It didn't take them long to flag down an old co-worker. Oddly though, the co-worker didn't seem surprised or flustered to have a pair of guys in suits question her about a former co-worker.
"You won't get anything out of Andy, guys," she told them. "I'm sorry, but they never do."
"They?" Sam questioned.
"You're debt collectors, right?" the girl asked. "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," Dean said. "Representing his Great Aunt Leda. She passed away and left Andy a sizable estate."
"Are you a friend of his?" Sam asked.
"I used to be, yeah," the girl replied. "I don't see much of Andy anymore."
"Andy kicks ass, man!" another worked cried as he passed them.
"Is that right?" Dean asked.
"Andy can get you to do anything," the guy replied. "He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once, it was beautiful, bro."
"How about bussing a table or two, Weber?" his co-worker suggested annoyed before turning back to the boys. "Look, if you want to find him try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a barbarian queen painted on the side."
"Barbarian queen?" Dean questioned at the same time as Fallon.
"She's riding a polar bear," the girl told them. "It's kind of hard to miss."
"I'll bet," Fallon said as they headed out the door. "This Andy guy sounds like a total loser."
"Just because he's a little different?" Dean replied amused.
"Well, he's certainly not a contributing member of society," Fallon said as they all got into the Impala.
"Yeah, well, he might be a dangerous member of society," Sam huffed. "Let's get to Orchard Street." Dean drove them a few blocks over. Fallon made a face when she saw the van, but Dean looked thrilled.
"I'm sorry," he laughed. "I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet." Sam scowled. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Sam replied moodily.
"That's the kind of nothing that means something, Sam," Fallon told him leaning between the seats. "Come on. Get it off your chest."
Sam sighed. "This Andrew Gallagher, he's the second guy like this we've found. Demon came to them when they were kids, now they're killing people."
"Allegedly killing people," Fallon pointed out. "We don't have any concrete proof that this guy has killed anyone."
"Fallon's right," Dean said. "This Andy guy could be completely innocent."
"My visions haven't been wrong yet," Sam insisted.
"What's your point?" Dean asked.
"My point is I'm one of them!" Sam cried.
"No you're not," Dean and Fallon answered together.
"Guys, the demon said he had plans for me and the children like me," Sam said. "Maybe this is his plan. Maybe we're all psychic freaks. Maybe we're all supposed to be…"
"What? Killers?" Dean replied.
"Yeah," Sam answered.
"So the demon wants you out there killing with your minds, is that it?" Dean scoffed. "Give me a break. You're not a murderer, Sam! You don't have it in your bones."
"No?" Sam questioned. "Last time I checked I kill all kinds of things."
"Monsters," Fallon said. "Not innocent people. There's a huge difference." Sam looked less than convinced. Fallon was about to say more when she noticed a strange guy walking out of a building nearby. She leaned closer to the windshield to get a better look.
"You alright there, Fallon?" Dean asked.
"I think the dude in the pajamas is our guy," she replied. Dean and Sam turned their gaze to match hers.
"Got him" Sam said. They watched as he shook one man's hand. "That's him. That older guy, that's him, that's the shooter."
"Alright, you keep an eye on him. Fallon and I will stick with Andy," Dean said. Sam quickly stepped out of the car and began to follow the man along the street. Fallon and Dean watched as Andy climbed into his van and then began to follow him. They hadn't gone far though when he stopped the van and got out.
"He must know we're following him," Fallon sighed as he started walking towards them.
"Well, don't worry, I'll play it cool," Dean muttered and rolled down his window to speak with their suspect.
"Hey," Andy greeted.
"Hey," Dean replied.
"This is a cheery ride," Andy commented.
"Yeah, thanks," Dean said.
"Man, the '67 Impala's best year if you ask me," Andy praised. "This is a serious classic."
"Yeah. You know I rebuilt her too," Dean replied smugly.
"Show off," Fallon grouched.
"Yeah?" Andy asked impressed.
"Yeah, can't let a car like this go," Dean said.
"Damn straight. Hey. Can I have it?" Andy asked.
"Sure, man," Dean replied getting out of the car.
"Dean, what are you doing?" Fallon cried as Andy slipped into the driver's seat. He didn't seem to hear her. Fallon craned her head around and watched him fade as they drove away. Sighing, she turned around to face forwards, crossing her arms over her chest as she did so. She was just about to teleport back to Dean when the guy spoke to her.
"I know I'm not as good looking as your boyfriend, but you don't have to act so put out."
Fallon stared at him at a loss for words. She opened and closed her mouth a few times before blurting out, "He's not my boyfriend!"
Andy laughed. "If you say so," he said, clearly not believing her.
"I do say so," Fallon snapped. "And it's the truth."
"Well, if he's really not your boyfriend how about going out with me instead?" Andy suggested looking at her the same way he had with Dean when he'd told him to give him the car. "How about a kiss?"
Fallon leaned in close, stopping just before she reached his lips. "No," she stated firmly before leaning back into her seat. She smirked at the shocked expression on his face. Whatever trick he was using to control others didn't work on her. He didn't seem angry about it though. After getting over his shock he looked more amused than anything. He quickly turned the ignition and began to drive.
Fallon stayed in the car with him. He clearly had no idea what she was and she didn't want to give him a heart attack by teleporting out on him. Plus, Dean would kill her if she was the reason this dude crashed his car. He ended up driving them back to the diner he used to work at. After parking the car he turned to face her again.
"Want to come in with me?" he asked, trying to pull his trick again.
"I'm good here," Fallon replied. He shrugged and left the car and into the diner. Fallon took the opportunity to get back to the boys. She found them at street they'd left Sam on. They looked like they were arguing. She hurried over to them.
"I can't believe you let this guy steal the Impala," she heard Sam snap. "Not to mention you left Fallon alone with him."
"I'm sure she's fine," Dean said, but he didn't sound convinced.
"Then where is she Dean!" Sam cried.
"Behind you," Fallon answered and both boys jumped.
Sam sighed in relief after getting over his surprise. "Fallon, are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine, Sam," she reassured him.
"Hey, sorry, for leaving you like that," Dean apologized sheepishly. He still looked a little dazed.
"Don't worry about it. I'm not scarred for the after-life," Fallon joked.
"Why didn't you teleport away immediately?" Sam asked.
"Because he could see me and I didn't want to freak him out," Fallon answered.
"He could see you?' Dean said.
"Yeah," Fallon replied. "He thinks you and me are dating, by the way."
Dean huffed. "This guy seems pretty presumptuous," he commented. "Why would he think that?"
"Right!" Fallon exclaimed. "Isn't that the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard? Me and you dating?"
"I've heard more ridiculous notions," Sam muttered under his breath.
"What was that, Sammy?" Dean asked.
"Nothing," Sam replied. "Fallon, where did you last see the car?"
"He stopped at the diner he used to work at. Hopefully, he's still there. Let's go," she replied leading them back to the diner. "So what happened with that guy you were tagging?"
"He killed himself," Sam answered dejectedly.
"What?!" Fallon exclaimed.
"He received a phone call from Andy and then he killed himself," Sam replied.
"Sam, Andy didn't call anyone," Fallon said. "I was with him."
"Maybe he called them from the diner after you left," Sam suggested.
"Maybe," Fallon said. "Do you have a time of death?"
"Thank god!" Dean suddenly called out and began to pick up the pace. Fallon looked up and saw him heading for the Impala. "I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again." He opened the driver's side door. "Well, at least he left the keys in it."
"Yeah, real Samaritan, this guy," Sam snorted.
"Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose," Dean said as they piled into the car. "He's gotta use verbal commands."
"Yeah, I figured that out when Andy called our doctor friend who just offed himself," Sam grumbled.
"I'm telling you Sam, he wasn't on the phone when I was with him," Fallon said. "And okay, he could have called once in the diner, but I feel like the doctor was dead by then."
"I'm trying to remember what time it was when he killed himself," Sam sighed.
"I just don't know if he's our guy, Sam," Dean cut in.
"Dean, you had O.J. convicted before he got out of his white Bronco and you have doubts about this?" Sam questioned.
"He just doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type," Dean replied. "And O.J. was guilty."
"Either way, how are we going to track this guy down?" Sam asked.
"You've seen what he rides around in," Fallon said. "Let's get back there."
They drove back to Andy's van. Fallon shook her head at it. "This has to be the most obnoxious vehicle I have ever seen," she muttered.
"Not exactly an inconspicuous ride," Dean agreed as they approached the back doors. "Let's have a look." He pulled the doors open. Inside the back of the van they could see a disco ball hanging from the ceiling and fur rugs covering the floor. A tiger was painted on one wall and heavy volume books lay scattered around an enormous bong.
"This is…this is magnificent!" Dean exclaimed in awe. "Not exactly a serial killer's lair though."
"Hegal, Kant, Wittgenstein?" Sam read the authors' names from the books. "That's some pretty heavy reading."
"Let's just get back to the Impala before he shows back up here," Fallon sighed.
They ended up tagging the guy for the next few hours. At one point they had stopped so the boys could eat. Dean was finishing his meal off at the moment. "Ugh," he complained. "One day I'd love to just sit down and eat something I didn't have to microwave at a minimart."
"What I don't get is the motive," Sam said completely disregarding his brother. "I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean. Why would Andy waste him?"
"Two out of three of us aren't convinced it is Andy," Fallon replied.
"Okay enough!" Sam snapped. Fallon blinked in surprise. Sam hardly ever snapped at her. Dean seemed equally surprised.
"Hey!" he cried. "Don't yell at Fallon just because she's not buying into Andy the possibly not so evil villain. There's no hard proof yet."
"The doctor was mind controlled in front of a bus," Sam exclaimed. "Andy just happens to have the power of mind control. You do the math."
"I've seen plenty of math equations where it seems like you should get one answer but another one turns out to be right, Sam," Fallon replied a little testily. "I think this problem is a little more complex than originally thought."
"I just don't think he has it in him?" Dean said much more simply.
"Well, how the hell would you know?" Sam snapped. "I mean, why are you bending over backwards defending him?"
"Cause you're not right about this!" Dean cried exasperated.
"About Andy?" Sam questioned.
"No, about big…" Fallon was about to retort when a sharp rap sounded throughout the car. They all jumped and turned to see Andy at Sam's open window.
"Hey!" he said. "You think I haven't seen you three? Why are you following me?" Fallon recognized that he was pulling his mind control trick and was opening her mouth to spout out a lie for the group, but Sam beat her to it.
"Well, we're lawyers," Sam explained. "See, a relative of yours has passed aw…"
"Tell the truth!" Andy said in the same tone as before.
"That's what I'm…"
"We hunt demons," Dean exclaimed suddenly.
"Dean, shut up!" Fallon cried horrified.
"What?" Andy asked perplexed.
"Demons and spirits," Dean continued to explain, all the while looking very confused over why he was telling him this. "Things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam, here, he's my brother. And the girl in the back, Fallon, she's a ghost."
"Dean, shut up!" Sam cried.
"I'm trying. He's psychic!" Dean replied frantically. "Kind of like you. Well, not really like you, but see, he thinks you're a murderer, and he's afraid that he's going to 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." A pregnant pause filled the air.
"Are you finished?" Fallon asked hesitantly, afraid of what else might come spewing out of his mouth.
"God, I hope so," Dean replied.
"Okay, you know what?" Andy said sounding a bit freaked out. "Just leave me alone!"
"Okay," Dean agreed readily. Andy started walking away from them then. Sam and Fallon both stepped out of the car and headed towards him. Andy looked over his shoulder at them.
"What are you doing? Look, I said leave me alone," Andy cried.
"Doesn't seem to work on us, Andy," Sam replied.
"What?" Andy asked shocked.
"You can make people do things, can't you?" Sam inquired. "You can tell them what to think?"
"Look, that's crazy," Andy said.
"It all started almost a year ago, didn't it?" Sam continued to push. "After you turned twenty-two. Little stuff at first, and then you got better at controlling it."
"How do you know all this?" Andy asked.
"Because what Bozo told you back there was true," Fallon snapped. "This is what we do for a living."
"The same thing happened to me, Andy," Sam told him. "My mom died in a fire, too. I have abilities too. You see, we're connected, you and me."
"You know what?" Andy said backing away. "Just, just get out of here alright?!"
"That tricks not going to work on us, Andy," Fallon told him. "And we're not leaving without answers."
"Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?" Sam asked.
"What?" Andy said.
Sam winced suddenly before refocusing on Andy. "Why did you kill him?"
"I didn't!" Andy shouted. Sam cringed again, this time more noticeably.
"Sam?" Fallon questioned. Sam's legs suddenly crumbled beneath him. Fallon raised her arms to try and stop his fall but Dean was already catching him.
"Sam, what is it?" Dean asked lowering him gently to the ground.
"Look, I didn't do anything to him," Andy stated.
"A woman," Sam groaned. "A woman burning alive."
"What else did you get?" Dean prompted.
"A gas station, a woman is going to kill herself," Sam mumbled.
"What does he mean going to?" Andy asked panicking. "What is he? What is…"
"Shut up!" Fallon snapped.
"She gets triggered by a call on her cell," Sam continues to explain his vision.
"When?" Dean asked.
"I don't know, but as long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch he can't hurt her," Sam replied coolly.
"I didn't hurt anybody," Andy protested.
"Yeah, not yet," Sam retorted and then froze as a fire engine whizzed by. Fallon and Dean shared a look before running after it. They followed it a few block down and over until they arrived at a gas station. Fallon wrinkled her nose at the smell of burnt flesh. The fire was already out and there was a tarp covering the body, but Fallon could see the scorched cement.
"This is awful," Fallon commented.
"No kidding," Dean replied looking just as unsettled as she was feeling. "It couldn't have been Andy who caused this though."
"Better tell Sam," Fallon commented.
After Dean ended his call with Sam the two set to work finding information on the victim. Well, Dean went to work while Fallon watched for any suspicious behavior from the people they spoke with. When they got all they thought they could get they headed back to Sam and Andy.
"Victim's name was Holly Beckett," Dean told them. "Forty-one. Single."
"Who is she?" Sam asked Andy.
Andy shrugged. "Never heard of her," he replied.
"Dean called Ash on the way over," Fallon said. "He came up with some connection. Holly Beckett had a kid when she was eighteen back in '83. The same day Andy was born."
"Andy, were you adopted?" Sam asked.
"Well, yeah," Andy said.
"And you neglected to mention that?" Dean huffed annoyed.
"Why would he have brought that up?" Fallon snapped.
"Exactly," Andy agreed. "I never knew my birth parents, and like you said, my adoptive mom died when I was a baby." Realization suddenly struck him. "Do you think this Holly woman could actually be my…"
"She is…was," Fallon said. "I snuck into the courthouse and stole your adoption records. Dean pulled some folded papers out of his pocket and handed them to Andy.
"Dr. Jennings, the man who died earlier, was her doctor," Dean continued to explain. He oversaw the adoption. You have a solid connection to both of them."
"But so does someone else," Fallon added. "Andy, you're a twin."
Andy paled and sunk down to the ground. Sam guided him to the curb. "I have an evil twin," he said shocked.
"Hey, there's one bad seed in every family," Fallon said comfortingly. "My uncle Paolo is in jail for stealing cars and armed robberies. He's suspected of some woman's murder but the cops couldn't prove it. Anyway, my point is what your relatives do don't have to reflect on you." The three boys stared at her. "What?"
Andy shook his head and looked down at the papers in his hands. "His name is Ansem Weems. He's got a local address."
Dean tugged another paper out of his pocket and handed it to Andy. "Hate to kick you while you're freaked, but take a look at that." Andy's eyes widened in shock. "You know him?"
"He works at the diner," Andy said.
"Alright, Andy," Sam said leading them to the Impala. "Tell us everything you know about this guy."
"Well, I mean, not much," Andy admitted as Dean began to drive. "Weber shows up one day about eight months ago acting like he's my best friend in the world. Kinda weird, like, trying too hard, you know?"
"He must have known you were twins," Fallon said.
"Why did he change his name?" Dean asked. "Why not just tell you the truth?"
"No idea," Andy replied.
"Aah!" Sam groaned from the front seat.
"Sam?" Fallon asked concerned.
"He's going to kill someone else," Sam gritted out. "That girl from the diner."
"Tracy?!" Andy cried alarmed.
"Where are they Sam?" Fallon asked.
"On a bridge," Sam told them.
"There's only one bridge that could be," Andy said. "Head towards the edge of town now!" Dean stepped down on the gas and followed Andy's directions to the bridge. He came to a stop a few feet away from it and they all piled out of the car.
"Dean, you should stay back," Sam said.
"No argument here," Dean agreed. "Had my head screwed with enough for one day."
"Fallon," Sam said, "can you hang back a few feet that way across for Weber? That way he's got nowhere to run?"
"You got it," Fallon said and teleported to the spot Sam had told her. She watched as Sam and Andy, to her surprise, approached Weber. She was just out of hearing distance, able only to make out an occasional shout. She shifted nervously on her feet. This wasn't going to go well. This Weber guy was wacked and he wasn't going to go out without trying to take someone else out with him. She froze when she saw Sam get whacked in the head with something and crash to the ground where he laid unconscious. Andy and Weber started arguing then and Fallon was about to approach when she saw Dean slinking stealthily towards them, a gun in hand.
She then froze when she heard Weber say, "I see you. Bye-bye." She stared in shock as Dean turned the gun on himself.
"No!" she screeched stretching an arm out towards Weber when a gunshot sounded. She froze in horror before she saw Weber crash to the ground. She glanced at Dean who was lowering the gun, and then over at Andy who was holding a gun he'd fired in his hand. Fallon hesitated another moment before hurrying in and taking the gun off him. She quickly chucked it over the bridge before turning back to Andy.
"You're going to need to call the police."
"And tell them what?" Andy asked shakily.
"I don't know. Make something up," Fallon told him before hurrying over to Sam. Dean had revived him and he was on his feet. "You okay?"
"Yeah, fine," Sam told her. "What happened?"
"I'll tell you while we wait for the police to arrive," Dean said leading him to the Impala.
When the police showed up they watched Andy mind control them into believing they saw Weber shoot himself. "He's getting better at it," Sam commented. They watched as he approached them.
"She won't even look at me," Andy said dejectedly.
"She's shocked," Fallon replied. "Give her some time."
"No," Andy said. "This is different. I never used my mind thing on her before last night. She's scared of me now."
"Hey, Andy, I hate to do this, but we have to get out of here," Sam told him before passing him a slip of paper. "Here. I wrote down my cell. You don't have to be in this alone, all right? If anything comes up, just call me."
"What am I supposed to do now?" Andy asked sounding lost.
"Be good," Fallon told him. "Stay out of trouble." Dean turned the key in the ignition and they drove away.
"Looks like I was right," Sam sighed.
"About?" Fallon questioned.
"Andy. He's a killer after all," Sam said.
"Sam, there's a big difference between killing someone in cold-blood and killing someone in defense of someone else."
"Bottom line, last night, he wasted somebody," Sam stated.
"Yeah, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho," Dean argued. "He was pushed into that."
"Weber was pushed too," Sam said. "Max Miller was pushed. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death."
"A lot of people are pushed over the edge, Sam. And not all of them have connections to this demon," Fallon pointed out. Sam looked like he was about to argue when Dean's cell rang.
"Hello? Ellen," Dean exclaimed. "What's going on? Yeah, we'll be there by nightfall."
"Everything okay?" Fallon asked.
"I don't know," Dean replied. "She seemed anxious."
When they arrived at the Roadhouse it was clearly shut down for the night. "I hope she didn't do this just on my behalf," Fallon said. "If I start costing her business she won't want me around."
"No, she sounded shaken up on the phone," Dean replied. "Probably doesn't want to have to deal with customers while something's going on." They entered the bar and Ellen quickly approached them.
"Jo, go pull up another case of beer," she ordered.
"Mom…" Jo started to protest.
"Now, please," Ellen snapped. Jo moved off to another room. "So you want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?"
"Not really," Dean replied taken aback. "No offense, it's just kind of a family thing."
"Not anymore," Ellen replied tersely dropping a stack of paper down in front of them at 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 admitted.
"Sam…" Dean started to protest but Ellen ignored him.
"Why?" she questioned Sam.
"None of your business," Dean said quickly.
"You mind your tongue with me boy," Ellen scolded him. "This isn't just your war, this is war. Now something big and bad's coming and it's coming fast, and their side holds all the cards. Now, at best all we got is us. Together. No secrets or half-truths here."
"We think the demon has plans for the kids whose family were targeted," Fallon explained easily. "All the infants were six months old when it happened. And they all seem to have…some kind of ability."
"Ability?" Ellen questioned.
"A psychic ability," Sam told her. "I have, um…I have visions. Premonitions. I don't know, it's different for everybody we've come across so far. The demon said he had plans for people like us."
"What kind of plans?" Ellen asked.
"Well, that's the million dollar question isn't it," Fallon commented. "But I think it's safe to assume their nothing good."
"These people out there," Ellen said slowly. "These psychics… they dangerous?"
"Not all of them," Dean replied defensively.
"But some are," Sam stressed more truthfully. "Some are very dangerous."
"Well, how many of them are we looking at?" Ellen asked.
"We've been able to track a pretty clear pattern so far," Dean explained. "They've all had house fires on the night of the kid's six month birthday."
"Wait, no, that's not right," Fallon said. "Weber didn't have a house fire. I checked his background with Sam."
"Which breaks pattern," Ellen said. "So if there's any others like him, there'd be nothing in the system. No way to track them all down."
"And so who knows how many of them are really out there," Dean said coming to a very uncomfortable realization. The four of them shared a startled look as Jo re-entered the bar-room.
"Jo, honey?" Ellen said shakily.
"Yeah?"
"You'd better break out the whiskey instead."