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Sam gasps, leaning over the sink in a dingy bathroom, the water running. Flashes of white fill his vision.
He runs a hand under the water and washes his face, scrubbing the hand through his hair. As he shuts the water off and looks up into the mirror.
The door bursts open to reveal Dean, "Sam, come on, zip it up. Let's hit the…" He pauses, absorbing Sam's condition, "...road. What?"
Isabeau comes into the doorway as well, not caring that it was the men's bathroom. She looks at Sam, worried, "Sam, you alright?"
Sam says nothing, breathing heavily and blinking.
Dean is driving the impala down a dark two-lane road, Sam in the passenger's seat, and Isabeau sitting in the back seat this time, leaning forward onto the front seat. The radio is playing.
"Rockin' Nebraska. Your source for the classics, all night long." The radio announcer's voice rings out.
Dean shakes his head, "I don't know, man, why don't we just chill out, think about this."
Sam shuts off the radio, "What's there to think about?"
Dean glances at him, "I just don't know if going to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea."
"Dean, it's another premonition. I know it. This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where." Sam says.
"Yeah, man, but…"
Sam interrupts, "Plus it could have some connection with the demon. My visions always do."
"That's my point." Dean exclaims, "There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know if, if, if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a, a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?"
Sam stares a them, "So I'm a freak now?"
Dean slaps Sam on the thigh, "You've always been a freak." Dean smiles weakly and turns back to the road.
Sam turns to Isabeau, "Beau… What do you think?"
Isabeau sighs, "It'll be fine. Ellen we can trust, I mean she knows what I am and well, I'm pretty sure she hasn't told anyone besides Jo."
Jo is playing a shooter arcade game inside the roadhouse as an older man watches. She hits every target, and he groans, "Damn, little lady, that was my room money."
Jo takes the money he pulls out, "Well, I guess you're taking a truck nap tonight."
As she walks away, pleased with herself, Ellen walks over, "Oughta check the high scores before you put your money down."
She presses a button on the game and a list of high scores; all reading 'Player: Jo' scrolls across the screen, "You went and got yourself hustled, Ed."
Dean, Isabeau and Sam enter, passing two men at a table cleaning weapons. Isabeau almost runs into Jo, who stops, smiling, "Just can't stay away, huh?"
Isabeau smiles with a chuckle, "Yeah, looks like. How you doin', Jo?"
"Where's Ash?" Sam says urgently.
"In his back room." Jo tells him.
"Great." Sam says, brushing past her.
"And I'm fine…" Jo says sarcastically to Sam.
Dean wraps his arms around Isabeau's waist, pulling her close, "Sorry, he's, we're... kind of on a bit of a timetable."
Jo nods understanding, "Mm-hmm."
"So…" Dean directs Isabeau and himself towards the back room, walking past Jo.
Sam approaches a rough wooden door with a sign hanging on it that reads: 'Dr. Badass Is: IN'. He knocks on the door, "Ash? Hey, Ash?"
Isabeau and Dean walk over and Dean also knocks on the door, "Hey, Dr. Badass?"
The door is unlatched and opens a crack to reveal Ash, who is naked. Dean averts his eyes and covers Isabeau's eyes with the hand that was wrapped around her waist.
"Seriously?" Isabeau whispers, only seeing black. Sam looks over, averting his eyes as well.
"Sam? Isabeau? Dean?" Ash sniffs, "Sam, Isabeau and Dean."
Isabeau is able to pry Dean's hand from her eyes, looking at Ash, unfazed by his appearance, "Hey, Ash. Um. We need your help."
"Well, hell then. Guess I need my pants." Ash smiles and shuts the door.
Sam, Isabeau and Dean head back into the main part of the roadhouse, waiting for Ash. "Do I wanna know why you were unfazed by Ash?" Dean asks.
Isabeau shrugs, "Art student; seen multiple naked men and women. At this point I'm numb. I wouldn't bat an eye if someone walked through that door right now naked."
Sam chuckles, "Let's hope not."
Ash is sitting at a table with his laptop open, looking at the hand-drawn sketch of the bus logo from Sam's vision. Sam sits across from him with Isabeau and Dean stands behind them.
"Well, I got a match. It's the logo from the Blue Ridge bus lines in Guthrie, Oklahoma." Ash says.
"Okay. Do me a favor; check Guthrie for any demonic signs, or omens, or anything like that." Sam asks.
"You think the demon's there?" Ash asks.
Sam pauses, glazing at Isabeau, "Yeah, maybe."
"Why would you think that?"
"Just check it, all right?" Dean demands from behind Ash.
Ash gives him a look and continues his work. Dean, Isabeau and Sam frown at each other.
Ash shakes his head, "No, sir, nothing. No demon."
Sam nods, itching at his cast, "All right, try something else for me. 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 looks at him, startled, and Dean looks around to check for eavesdroppers. Jo, cleaning a table nearby, is watching them.
"Okay, now that is just weird, man. Why the hell would I be looking for that?" Ash asks.
Isabeau pulls out a beer bottle and sets it next to the laptop, "'Cause there's a PBR in it for ya." She smiles at him.
"Give me fifteen minutes." Ash immediately answers.
Isabeau nods, looking over to see Sam still itching at his cast, "Stop that." She pulls his other hand away, scolding him.
Jo presses a few buttons on the jukebox and the opening chords to REO Speedwagon 'Can't Fight This Feeling' play.
Isabeau, sitting at the bar, chokes on her beer as Dean sitting next to her, looks up horrified. Jo carries a tray to the bar and sets it down, catching Isabeau's eye.
"What?" Jo asks her.
Isabeau shakes her head with a smile, placing a discrete hand on Dean's thigh, "REO Speedwagon?"
Jo nods, walking over, "Damn right REO. Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart."
Dean smiles, "He sings it from the hair. There's a difference." He takes a sip of his beer, his other hand, placing itself on top of Isabeau's hand.
Jo looks back at her mother and turns back to Dean and Isabeau, "That profile you've got Ash looking for?"
Dean hums, "Hmm."
"Your mom died the same way, didn't she? A fire in Sam's nursery?" Jo asks.
Dean squeezes Isabeau's hand, "Look, Jo, it's kind of a family thing."
Jo nods, "I could help."
Isabeau sighs, "I'm sure you could. But we've got to handle this one ourselves. Besides, if we ran off with you I think your mother might kill us."
Ellen, cleaning glasses behind the bar, looks at them. Isabeau and Dean smile nervously.
"You're afraid of my mother?" Jo asks, amused.
Dean chuckles, "I think so."
Isabeau shrugs, "The woman is intimidating, can you blame us?" Jo chuckles, shaking her head.
Sam comes up behind Jo with a pile of papers, "We have a match. We've gotta go."
"All right, Jo. See you later." Isabeau says, giving a quick hug to Jo and walks out of the roadhouse with Sam and Dean.
Isabeau leans her head against Dean's shoulder as he drives the impala, singing 'Can't Fight This Feeling' acapella, softly.
"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…"
Sam and Dean smile at her, even though they weren't fond of the song, they enjoyed Isabeau's voice. More and more she was singing in front of them, and they loved it. Sam chuckles, taking Isabeau's hand in his own, "You're kidding, right?"
Isabeau shrugs, not removing her head from Dean's shoulder, "I heard the song somewhere, I can't get it out of my head. I don't know, Stretch. Whaddya got?"
Sam looks at the stack of papers in his lap, "Andrew Gallagher. 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 glances over at Sam.
Sam presses his lips into a thin line, "Sure looks like it."
"How did you even know to look for this guy?" Isabeau asks.
"Every premonition I've had, if they're not about the demon they're about the other kids the demon visited. Like Max Miller, remember him?" Sam recalls.
"Yeah, but Max Miller was a pasty little psycho." Dean says with a chuckle.
"The point is he was killing people. And I was having the same type of visions about him. And now it could be happening all over again with this Gallagher guy." Sam explains.
"How do we find him?"
"Don't know." Sam says, "No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills - phone, credit, utilities…"
Isabeau lifts her head up, "Collection agency flags?"
"None in the system."
Isabeau's eyes widen, "They just let him take a walk?"
Sam frowns, "Seems like it. There's a work address from his last W-2, about a year ago. Let's start there."
Dean, Isabeau and Sam are sitting inside a coffee shop, in their suits as the waitress, Tracey, pours Sam and Dean their cups of coffee. "You won't get anything out of Andy, guys. I'm sorry, but they never do." Tracey says.
"'They'?" Sam asks as Tracey sets down Isabeau's tea.
"You're debt collectors, right? Once in a while they come by. I don't know what Andy says to them, but they never come back." Tracey tells them.
Dean nods, "Actually we're, we're lawyers. Representing his Great Aunt Leta. She passed, God rest her soul, and left Andy a sizable estate."
"Yeah. So, are you a friend of his?" Isabeau asks, crossing her legs.
Tracey nods, "I used to be, yeah. I don't see much of Andy anymore."
"Andy?" A random man asks, taking a seat with them, "Andy kicks ass, man."
"Is that right?" Dean asks.
"Yeah." The man affirms, "Andy can get you into anything. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once, it was beautiful, bro." The three smile slightly, amused.
"How about bussing a table or two, Weber?" Tracey asks him.
Weber looks back and forth between all of them, "Yeah. You bet, boss." He gets up with a smile and walks away.
Tracy looks back at the three, "Look, if you want to find him, try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a barbarian queen painted on the side."
Dean blinks, "Barbarian queen?"
Tracey nods, "She's riding a polar bear. It's kind of hard to miss."
Dean, Isabeau and Sam stake out Orchard Street, watching the aforementioned van-with-barbarian-queen. "I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet." Dean says, looking at it through his side mirror.
Dean looks over at Sam who has his arm draped over Isabeau's shoulders and is frowning. "What's wrong?" Dean asks.
Sam shakes his head, "Nothing."
"Sam, you look like you're sucking on a lemon," Dean chuckles, "What's going on?"
"This Andrew Gallagher, he's the second guy like this we've found, Dean. Demon came to them when they were kids, now they're killing people." Sam says.
Isabeau bites her lip, "We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, all right? He could be innocent."
Sam looks down at her, "My visions haven't been wrong yet."
Dean sighs, "What's your point?"
"My point is, I'm one of them."
Isabeau scoffs, "No, you're not."
"Isabeau, the demon said he had plans for me and children like me." Sam says.
Isabeau shakes her head, "Yeah?"
Sam nods, "Yeah, maybe this is his plan, maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks, maybe we're all supposed to be-"
Dean turns his head, "What, killers?"
"Yeah."
"So, the demon wants you out there killing with your minds, is that it? Come on, give me a break. You're not a murderer, Sam! You don't have it in your bones." Dean tells him.
Sam pauses, "No? Last I checked, I kill all kinds of things."
"Those things were asking for it. There's a difference." Dean says.
Isabeau plays with her rosary, "Sam, you are nothing like that Matt kid and if Andrew is like that kid; you aren't like him either."
Isabeau huffs, "Plus whatever the demon has planned, it seems like I'm involved too. He's interested in me for some odd reason."
Dean pats her thigh, "Yeah, well, we aren't letting the demon anywhere near you." Dean looks out the window, away from Sam and Isabeau.
Andy exits a building, wearing pajamas and a long satin robe embroidered with dragons, "Got him." Sam says.
A woman in a second-story window waves to Andy, who blows her a kiss. Andy greets a man on the street, who smiles at him and hands Andy his coffee. Further along, Andy greets Dr. Jennings and shakes his hand.
Sam perks up, "That's him. That older guy, that's him, that's the shooter."
"All right, you two keep on him, I'll stick with Andy. Go." Dean orders.
Sam and Isabeau get out of the car and follow Dr. Jennings on foot. Andy gets in his van and drives off, Dean following in his car.
Sam and Isabeau watch Dr. Jennings from a short distance. Dr. Jennings' cell phone rings and he answers, "Hello. Yeah."
Sam sees the Blue Ridge bus approach, he grabs Isabeau's hand and crosses in front of the bus with her, towards the sporting goods store. They run up the steps and inside, looking around.
Sam sees the clerk and bystanders from his vision. "Sam, got a plan?" Isabeau asks.
Sam turns, seeing the fire alarm, "Yep." He pulls the alarm.
Dr. Jennings approaches the store, but hearing the alarm go off he stops, confused. He then turns and walks away.
Sam and Isabeau leave the store and go down to the street, where he sees Andy drive by in the impala. The two stare in shock.
Dr. Jennings gets another cell phone call, "Hello? Yeah? All right."
"Dean! Andy's got the Impala!" Isabeau says through her phone.
"I know! He just sorta asked me for it and I, I let him take it." Dean says.
Isabeau looks up at Sam in shock at Dean's words, "You what?"
"He full-on Obi-Wanned me. It's mind control, Beau!" Dean tells her.
"Mind control." Isabeau whispers out and Sam and her watch in horror as Dr. Jennings walks in front of a bus, which slams into him at full speed.
As paramedics put Dr. Jennings' into a body bag, Sam and Isabeau sit on the curb nearby. Dean crouches behind them, hand on Sam's back.
Sam shakes his head, "I kept him out of the gun store. I thought he was okay. I thought he was past it, at least... I should have stayed with him."
Sam, Isabeau and Dean approach the impala from across the street. "Thank god!" Dean exclaims, "Oh. I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again. Well, at least he left the keys in it."
Isabeau scoffs, "Yeah. Real Samaritan, this guy."
"Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose, he's gotta use verbal commands." Dean concludes.
Sam furrows his brow, "The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus." He sighs, "Andy must have called him or something."
Dean looks down, "I don't know, maybe."
Sam raises a brow, "Beg your pardon?"
"I just don't know if he's our guy, Sam."
Sam scoffs, "Dean, you had O.J. convicted before he got out of his white Bronco and you have doubts about this?"
"He just doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type, that's all. You know. And O.J. was guilty." Dean points at him.
"Either way…" Isabeau places a hand on each of their shoulders, "How are we going to track this guy down?"
Dean thinks for a moment, then smiles, "Not a problem."
Dean,Isabeau and Sam approach Andy's blue van from the back.
"Not exactly an inconspicuous ride. Let's have a look." Dean pulls a small crowbar out of his jacket and pries open the back door. Inside is a disco ball, fur rugs, a tiger painted on the wall, several thick books, and an enormous bong.
Dean chuckles, "Oh. Oh, come on. This is... this is magnificent, that's what this is. Not exactly a serial killer's lair, though. There's no... clown paintings on the walls, or scissors stuck in victims' photos. I like the tiger."
Sam looks at the books, "Hegel, Kant, Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading, guys."
Isabeau smiles, picking up the bong, "Yeah, and uh, and Moby Dick's bong." She looks up at her boyfriends with a thousand watt smile, "Nice."
Dean, Isabeau and Sam are sitting in the parked impala. Dean is eating something in a foil wrapper as Sam studies a stack of papers.
Dean crumples up the foil, "Ugh. You know, one day I'd love to just sit down and eat something I didn't have to microwave at a minimart."
"Same." Isabeau comments, crumbling her own foil that held her food, throwing it in the back along with Dean's.
"What I don't get is the motive." Sam says, not acknowledging their comments on food, "I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean, why would Andy waste him?"
"If it is Andy." Dean says.
Sam sets the papers down, "Dude, enough."
Dean looks over, "What?"
"The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus. Andy just happens to have the power of mind control. You do the math." Sam says.
Isabeau fiddles with her rosary again as Dean shakes his head, " just don't think the guy's got it in him, that's all."
"Well, how the hell would you know?" Sam asks, "I mean, why are you bending over backwards defending him?"
"'Cause you're not right about this." Dean counters.
"About Andy?"
Andy appears suddenly at Sam's open window, slamming his hands down and leaning in, "Hey! You think I haven't seen you two? Why are you following me?" The last sentence reverberates strangely and Dean looks stunned.
"Well, we're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed aw-" Sam says calmly.
Andy's voice echoes again, "Tell the truth!"
Isabeau tilts her head at him, noticing the difference in his voice, "That's what-"
"We hunt demons." Dean interrupts her.
Sam and Isabeau turn to Dean with wide eyes.
"What?" Andy asks.
"Dean." Isabeau speaks softly, stunned at him.
Dean continues, "Demons and spirits. Things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam here, he's my brother. Isabeau is mine and Sam's girlfriend."
"Dean, shut up!" Sam scolds him.
Dean glances at Sam, "I'm trying. He's psychic. 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."
Isabeau face palms as Sam just stares in disbelief at his brother.
"Okay, you know what? Just leave me alone." Andy's voice echoes again.
Dean smiles, "Okay."
"All right?" Andy walks away.
Dean cringes, holding his head, as Sam and Isabeau get out of the car, following Andy. "What are you doing? Look, I, I said leave me alone." Andy begs as Sam and Isabeau shake their heads advancing toward him. "All right? Get out of here, just start driving and never stop."
Sam raises his arms, "Doesn't seem to work on us, Andy."
"What?" Andy asks, confused.
"You can make people do things, can't you? You can tell them what to think." Isabeau guesses.
Dean has gotten out of the impala and Sam holds up a hand, warning him not to come closer.
"Look, tha-" Andy laughs, "That's crazy."
"It all started about a year ago, didn't it?" Sam nods, "After you turned twenty-two. Little stuff at first, and then you got better at controlling it."
"How do you know all this?" Andy asks.
"Because the same thing happened to me, Andy. My mom died in a fire, too. I have abilities too. You see, we're connected, you and me." Sam tells him.
Andy starts to get frustrated, "You know what? Just, just, just, just get out of here," His voice echoes again, "All right?!" He starts to walk away, but Sam and Isabeau follow.
"Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?" Isabeau asks.
Andy stops, "What?"
Flashes of fire fill Sam's vision, along with a hand holding a gas pump. He cringes as the vision continues in pieces as he tries to focus on Andy.
"Sam?" Isabeau looks up at him, worried.
"Why did you kill him?" Sam asks.
"I didn't!"
Sam cringes again as the vision hits with full force.
A middle-aged blond woman with leather gloves and a long black coat is pumping gas into an SUV. Her cell phone rings and she answers, "Hello?"
Flashes of fire, a man shying away from it. "Sure. I can do that." The woman says.
She hangs up the phone and leans into the car, pressing down the cigarette lighter. She pulls out the gas pump and starts drenching herself in gasoline. A gas station employee across the way sees her.
"Hey! Lady, what are you doing?!" The man yells out.
The woman pulls the cigarette lighter out and steps into the open, holding her arms out, "It's gonna be okay." She lowers the cigarette lighter to her drenched arm.
"Lady, no! No!" The man screams.
She bursts into flames as the man watches in horror and Sam's vision ends.
Sam, hands on his head, starts to fall. Isabeau reaches out, steadying him and Dean runs over to help and lower him gently to the asphalt. "Sam? What is it?" Dean asks, concerned.
Andy crouches down to their level, "Look, I didn't do anything to him."
Sam breathes heavily, leaning against Isabeau, "A woman. A woman burning alive."
Isabeau brushes some of his hair back gently, "What else'd you get?"
"A gas station, a woman is gonna kill herself."
Andy looks on, "What does he mean, 'going to'? What is he, what is-"
Dean holds his hand up to Andy, "Shut up!"
Sam looks over at Andy, "She gets triggered by a call on her cell."
"When?" Dean asks.
"I don't know." Sam says as Isabeau and Dean help him stand, "But as long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch he can't hurt her."
Andy shakes his head, "I didn't hurt anybody."
Sam sneers at him, "Yeah, not yet."
A fire engine roars past, sirens blaring and they all turn to watch it.
"Go." Sam says to Dean.
Dean runs off to follow the siren as Andy tries to step past Isabeau, who stops him with a hand on his chest. Her eyes glow violet, threatening him, "No, not you. You're staying here with us."
Andy stares at her in shock, "What are you?"
Isabeau's eyes stop glowing and she lowers her hand, not answering him.