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They found Sam waiting on the sidewalk. Sam stood there, watching paramedics take away Dr. Jennings.

"I kept him out of the gun store," Sam muttered, still in shock. "I thought he was okay. That he was past it... at least. I should have stayed with him."

Dean patted his brother on the back. It wasn't enough to cheer Sam up, but it was enough to snap him out of his grief.

The three got up to looking for their car. Thankfully it wasn't far. Andy ditched it not far from where the doctor was run over. The shock of the accident must've scared him off.

Dean ran up to the driver side. "Oh thank God! I'm so sorry, Baby. I'll never leave you again." He hopped into the driver seat. "Well, at least he left the keys in it."

"Yeah. Real Samaritan, this guy," Sam scoffed.

John got down to business. "Well from what we can tell it looks like Andy needs his voice for his powers to work. Did you see Andy near Dr. Jennings before he was run over?"

Sam shook his head. "But he was on his phone. Andy could have called him."

John nodded. Andy was clearly nearby when it happened. If he saw that his original plan fell apart, he could quickly improvise.

Dean wasn't convinced. "Look, we still don't know if he's our guy."

"Dean, you had O.J. convicted before he even got out of his white Bronco." Sam reminded him. "And you have doubts about this?"

"He just doesn't look like the stone-cold killer type, that's all," Dean argued. "And you know O.J. was guilty."

John got in between his sons. To Dean, he said "Either way, that doesn't mean he's innocent in this. We can't let our guard down." He turned to Sam. "But that doesn't mean we should jump the gun here. He is human just like you are. We need to give him a chance."

Both his sons deflated in defeat.

John relaxed. "Now let's go find him." He climbed into the passenger seat.

"How are we going to find him?" Sam asked.

Dean scoffed. "Dude, you've seen his ride. Not going to be that hard to track down."

Dean was right. Andy parked his car at the local diner. The same one from earlier in the day. Dean brought out the crowbar to open the backdoors of his van.

There was a disco ball on the ceiling. There was a tiger painted on one of the walls. The floor was littered with fur rugs, thick books. John didn't even want to know what that thing was on the floor. Overall someplace where you could find a carefree homeless dude instead of a serial killer.

Dean was having similar thoughts as he looked around. "This is magnificent. Not what I would call a serial killer's lair though. No clown paintings on the wall, or scissors stuck in the victim's photos."

"What about the books?" John asked as Sam looked them over.

"Hegel, Kant, and Wittgenstein," Sam responded, flipping through one of the books. "These are some heavy stuff."

"Yeah and uh, Moby Dick's bong," Dean added, picking up the thing.

John took it from his son, putting it back on the ground. He whacked Dean on the back of the head. "Focus."

"Yes sir."

There was no sign of Andy in the van. The Winchesters went back to their car. There was still a lot here to figure out. It would take some actual research.

Sam searched the doctor's records. John checked Andy's records again, seeing if anything new popped out. Dean ate food from a foil wrap.

"You know, one of these days I'd love to just sit down and eat something that I didn't have to microwave at a mini mart." Dean complained.

John ignored the comment. The boys were saying things like that since they were, well, boys. John missed having a home the same as they did. Difference between John and the boys was that they lost their home, and John couldn't stand the idea of starting a new home without Mary. At the very least, they would need to get revenge on that Yellow Eyed Demon.

"What I don't get is why would he go after the doctor. I mean the guy's squeaky clean," Sam said.

"And no known connection between him and Andy." John added.

"If it is him," Dean reminded them.

Sam started to argue but John quickly jumped in "I'd thought we'd agree to keep an open mind on both options. So knock it off."

"Yes, sir." His sons grumbled.

John nodded. He started to go back to his notes. Something outside caught his eye first. "Dean-"

Too late. A pair of hands slam down on the open window. All three Winchesters look up to see Andy glaring down at them.

"You don't think I've seen you three. Why are you following me."

That last sentence had a strange ringing sound to it. John grew dizzy.

Sam started to tell him the lie about them all being lawyers but Andy talked over him.

"Tell the truth!"

John's head rang.

"We're here because of what happened to you when you were six months old." John said.

"We hunt demons." Dean said.

"Dad! Dean!" Sam snapped in disbelief.

John shook his head, trying to fight off the dizzy feeling.

"Demons and spirits." Dean added. "Stuff your nightmares wouldn't even touch."

"Your mother died in a fire when you were six months old. Just like my boys here and their mother, my wife." John kept going. He didn't even know why he kept talking.

"Dean, Dad, shut up!" Sam snapped.

"We're trying." John winced. He shook his head again, gripping tight to the seat. His head pounded and pounded the longer he was quiet. He fought it as hard as he could.

"He's psychic. Kinda like you." Dean reminded Sam.

"Not like Sam. Sam can see the future."

"Sam thinks you're a murderer, and he's afraid that he's going to become one himself-"

"-cause you're all a part of this big plan, put together by a Demon with Yellow Eyes. Now that you can use your powers, this thing will come for you-"

"And I hope to hell that he's wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared that he might be right."

"I'm scared that my son will end up part of this Demon's plan and I'll lose him like I lost Mary. Or worse that I'll have to hunt him like I'm hunting you."

John gasped as it finally stopped.

By this point Andy was shaking. He started to walk away from them. "Look you know what, just leave me alone." His tone had changed so that he could try and control them. "Just drive away from here and never come near me again."

Dean turned on the car. John sat back in his seat, ready for the drive.

Sam jumped out of the car. John and Dean were startled.

"Sam!" John called out.

Sam went after Andy. Andy turned back, confused when he noticed Sam.

"What are you doing?" Andy asked, switching over to his demonic voice. "I told you to leave me alone. Just drive away and don't ever stop."

John and Dean got out of the car, following Sam. They intended to bring him into the car. For safety? To drive away? John couldn't be sure. He couldn't be sure of anything just yet.

Sam held up his hand at them. John wanted to ignore the instruction. He needed to get his boy, to get them out of there. But, Sam had a point. Andy's powers weren't working on Sam. Sam, unfortunately, was the only other psychic here. The only one able to fight Andy off.

"Why did you tell that doctor to walk in front of a bus?" Sam asked Andy.

Andy looked confused.

Sam tried to go further but then started holding his head in pain.

"Sam?!" John shouted, rushing towards his son.

Sam kept going. He asked Andy more questions. Andy kept saying he had no clue what Sam was talking about. Sam's headache came back. It got worse.

His son fell to his knees. John rushed over, catching him before he hurt himself. He cradled his son in his arms. Flashing back to a memory from years ago, the night their home burned down. Holding Sam, still smelling soot on his clothes and something extra that he later learned was sulfur. The memory hit him so hard that John was grateful to already be on the ground.

Dean tried to join them but John insisted that he wait by the car. He didn't care if Andy used his powers on him but he'd be damned if he'd let his oldest son get brainwashed again. John was willing to take another hit.

Finally Sam took a deep breath and started to stand up.

"Sam? Are you okay?" John asked. "Talk to me, son, what happened?"

"A woman. She's going to burn herself alive at a gas station," Sam explained, panicked.

John looked up at Andy. The man was even more startled than John. "What does he mean going to? What's going on here?"

"We'll explain all this later so long as you'll let us," John told him before returning to his middle son. "Sam, do you know when this is going to happen?"

Sam shook his head. He got up to his feet, eyes narrowed on Andy.

"Well so long as we keep an eye on Andy here she'll be fine, right?" Dean asked.

"I keep telling you guys I didn't hurt anybody!" Andy insisted.

"Not yet," Sam muttered.

A fire truck then drove past them. John ordered Dean to go check it out while he and Sam kept an eye on Andy. Andy tried to leave but John insisted that he stay with them.

"You stay there, until we know for sure it's not you." He said.

Andy nodded.

The three waited until Sam got a call from Dean. Sam put the phone on speaker.

"She's dead. Burnt up just like you said," Dean informed them.

"When?" Sam asked.

"Like minutes before I got here," Dean answered. "The smell hasn't even cleared. What's up with your visions, Sam? This wasn't even a head start."

"So you must have seen this at the same time it happened," John reasoned. "And since Andy was with us, that means he's not the one behind the doctor."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" Andy shouted, throwing up his hands.

"Dean, stay there and see what you can find out about the victim," John ordered. Dean gave an affirmative and Sam hung up the phone. John gestured Andy to come over to them. "We've got a lot to fill you in on."

Andy agreed and went to join them.

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