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The firemen are putting out the fire at the gas station as Dean calls Sam on his cell. "Hey, it's me. She's dead. Burned up, just like you said." Dean tells him.

Sam sighs, "When?"

"Like minutes before I got here! I mean the smell hasn't even cleared. What's up with your visions, man? This wasn't even a head start." Dean asks.

"I don't know, all right? I can't control them, I don't know what the hell is going on." Sam says as Isabeau places her hand under the back of his shirt, rubbing it in small circles.

"Listen, you were with Andy when this whole thing went down, so it, it can't be him, it's gotta be somebody else doing this." Dean says.

Sam shakes his head, "That doesn't make any sense."

"What else is new? Well, I'll dig around here, see what else I can find." Dean hangs up and so does Sam.

Sam, Isabeau and Andy sit across from each other, Andy on an abandoned truck and Sam is sitting on a bucket he flipped over as Isabeau stands behind him, hand on Sam's shoulder.

"So you get these premonitions of people about to die?" Andy asks and Sam nods. "That's impossible." Andy states.

Sam scoffs, "A lot of people would say the same thing about what you do."

Andy furrows his brow, "But... death visions."

Sam nods, "Yeah."

"Dude, that sucks." Andy says, "I mean, like, when I got my mind thing? It was like a gift, you know, it was, it was like I won the Lotto."

Isabeau crosses her arms, "But you still live in a van. I don't get it, I mean, you could ... have anything you ever wanted."

Andy shrugs, "I mean, I, I got everything I need."

Sam looks down briefly, "So you're really not a killer, huh?"

Andy laughs, "That's what I've been trying to tell you!"

Sam smiles, "That's good. Means there's hope for both of us."

Isabeau sighs, placing her hand back on Sam's shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

Andy looks at Isabeau, "What about you? What's your psychic ability?"

Isabeau waves her free hand, "Sorry, not like you guys. I'm what's known as a hybrid. A witch and elemental."

Andy raises a brow at her, "Seriously? And you're not... evil?"

Isabeau chuckles, "No. There's some supernatural beings that are surprisingly not 'evil'. Grew up hunting just like these two."

Sam looks up at Isabeau with a smile, placing his hand on top of Isabeau's hand on his shoulder.

Dean pulls up in the impala, Sam and Andy stand and Isabeau removes her hand from Sam's shoulder. Dean gets out of the car, "Victim's name was Holly Beckett, forty-one, single."

Sam looks at Andy, "Who is she?"

Andy shakes his head, "Never heard of her."

"I called Ash on the way over here. He came up with a little something. Apparently Holly Beckett gave birth when she was eighteen years old, back in 1983. Same day you were born, Andy."

Isabeau tilts her head, "Andy, were you adopted?"

Ash turns to her, "Well, yeah."

"You were? And you neglected to mention that?" Dean asks.

Andy looks back and forth between all of them,"Never really came up. I mean, I, I never knew my birth parents, and, and like you said my adopted mom died when I was a baby- do you, do you think this Holly woman could actually be my m-"

Dean shakes his head, "I don't know. I tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they're hard copy only, sealed in the county office."

"Well, screw that."

As Sam, Isabeau and Dean go through boxes of files in the records office, Andy walks an elderly security guard to the door. "Probably shouldn't have left you kids in here." The guard says.

"No, it'll all be fine. All right? Just go get a cup of coffee." As the guard leaves, Andy continues in a dramatic voice, "These aren't the 'droids you're looking for."

Dean grins as he overhears, "Awesome."

Isabeau bites her lip, "I got it."

Dean leans on his box, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." She confirms and looks at Andy when he sits down next to her, "Andy, it's true. Holly Beckett was your birth mother."

Andy gasps, "Huh. Does anyone have a Vicodin?"

Isabeau shakes her head, "Dr. Jennings was her doctor, too, I mean, he oversaw the adoption. You have a solid connection to both of them."

"Yeah, but I, I didn't kill them." Andy says.

Dean looks over at Andy, "We believe you."

Sam glances over at his brother, "Yeah."

"But uh, who did?" Dean asks.

Isabeau sighs, "I think I got a pretty good guess. Holly Beckett gave birth to twins."

Andy sits with both hands on his head, staring straight ahead in shock. Dean is standing by a printer nearby, Sam is pacing with a folder in his hands and Isabeau is still sitting at the table, legs crossed.

"I have an evil twin." Andy says.

"Holly put you and your brother up for adoption. And you went to the Gallagher family, obviously, and your brother went to the Weems family from upstate." Sam explains and leans on one of the computers.

Dean looks over, "Andy, how you doin'? Still with us?"

Andy lets his hands down into his lap, "Um. What was my brother's name?"

"Here. Um," Sam looks down at the folder, "Ansen Weems. And he's got a local address."

"He - he lives here?"

"Let's get a look at him." Dean says, "Got his picture coming off from the DMV right now." Isabeau gets up from her spot and walks over to Sam.

Dean pulls some papers out of the printer and looks at them in surprise. Sam and Isabeau look down at them in surprise as well. "Hate to kick you while you're freaked." Dean says and Andy scoffs. "Take a look at that."

Dean shows one of the pages to Andy, who looks up in shock.

Dean drives the impala down a dark road with Sam and Isabeau next to him and Andy in the back seat.

Isabeau sighs, "All right, Andy. Tell us everything you know about this guy."

Andy leans forward, "Well, I mean, not much. I... Weber shows up one day, eight months ago? Acting like he's my best friend in the world. Kinda weird, like, trying too hard, you know?"

Sam starts cringing, rubbing his eyes and Isabeau glances at him.

"Must have known you guys were twins. Why did he change his name? Why not just tell you the truth?" Dean asks.

Andy purses his lips, "No idea."

Sam suddenly groans, holding his head in his hands, "Aah!"

"Sam?" Isabeau asks, worried.

Sam continues to groan, holding his head in pain. He yells in panic, struggling with the door.

"Sam? Sam! Sam!" Isabeau and Dean shout out.

Dean stops the car as Sam shoves the door open, leaning out. Dean gets out and runs around the car to kneel beside him, grabbing his shoulders. "Hey. Hey!"

Isabeau circles her arms around him, shushing him, "Breathe, Sam. Breathe." She runs her fingers through his hair, calming him down.

Near the bridge, the impala pulls to a stop. Sam, Isabeau and Dean get out and circle around to the trunk, which Dean opens.

"Dean, you should stay back." Sam suggests and Isabeau nods in agreement.

"No argument here. Had my head screwed with enough for one day." Dean agrees.

Isabeau pulls out her handgun, putting it in the back of her jeans. "Isabeau, I want you to stay with Dean." Sam requests.

She looks at him in surprise, "What? Sam? I can help, for some reason none of their mind control works on me."

Sam sighs, "I know I just don't want to take a chance."

Isabeau raises a brow at him, "A chance? Sam I'll be fine."

"Sweetheart…" Dean starts and Isabeau turns to him. Dean holds her hand, "Please, just this once."

Isabeau huffs and groans, "Fine, but you owe me."

Dean smiles, pulling her close, placing a kiss on her temple, "You got it, Beau."

Sam pulls out two handguns. As he walks forward, he's stopped by Andy, who has gotten out of the car, "I'm coming with you."

Sam looks, and shakes his head, "Andy, no."

Andy shakes his head as well, "If it's Tracy out there ... then I'm coming."

Crying, Tracy is unbuttoning her dress as Weber watches inside his car, "Okay. Slower. Tracy... I want you to listen to me very carefully, okay? When we're done here, I want you to head... over to the edge of the dam. Okay?"

Tracy nods, crying, "Okay."

"And when you get there, you're gonna think you can fly," Weber voice echos, "And you're just gonna step right off. You, you can fly, can't you?" Weber asks, caressing her cheek.

Tracy sobs, "Yeah. I think so."

"You might get scared, but I want you to say that it's okay." Weber says as Tracy continues to sob. "Just tell yourself, everything is okay."

The window behind Weber's head shatters, and Sam shoves a handgun in his face, "Get out of the car! Now!"

Weber looks up at him, "You really don't want to do this." His voice echoes.

Sam punches him, hard. On the other side of the car, Andy opens the door and pulls Tracy out, "Tracy! Come here, come here, come here. It's okay."

"Andy! I can't! I couldn't control myself." Tracy cries.

Sam opens Weber's door and pulls him out of the car. He pins him face down over the pavement with the gun aimed at his head, "Don't move. Don't move!"

Andy runs over to them and shoves a strip of duct tape over Weber's mouth. He rears back and kicks Weber twice, furious.

Sam pushes him back, "No! No, Andy, let me handle this, all right?"

"I'm gonna kill you!" Andy shouts.

"No! I'll handle this, I'll handle this!"

"I will kill you!"

Sam continues to hold Andy back, "Andy! Listen to me! Listen to me!"

Weber stares at Tracy, who picks up a large stick and hits Sam on the back of the neck with it. He goes down, unconscious.

Andy turns to her as Weber stands up, "Tracy, stop!" Andy's voice echoes, "I said STOP IT!"

She drops the stick and backs away, terrified. Andy turns back to Weber, who pulls the duct tape off his mouth.

"How did you do that?" Andy asks.

Weber raises his hands, "Practice, bro. If you'd just practice, you would know. Sometimes you don't need to use your words. If you have to," He taps his forehead, "All you need is this. Sometimes the headache's worth it."

Andy grabs Weber, "You're a twisted son of a bitch!"

"Back off, Andy. Or Tracy's gonna do a little flying." Weber warns.

Andy turns in horror to see Tracy standing on the ledge. "Aren't you, Trace?" Weber asks her and then addresses Andy, "I'm stronger than you. I can do it."

"Okay, okay." Andy backs away, hands up, "Okay. All right, just... just please don't hurt her."

"Don't be mad at me, okay? I know, it's, it's all wrong. I didn't mean for this to happen, it's just... Tracy? She's trying to come between us." Weber explains.

Andy shakes his head, "You're insane."

"She's garbage!" Weber exclaims, "Man, they all are! We can, we can push them, we can make them do whatever we want!"

"Are you really... are you really this stupid? Is it-?" Andy stammers.

"Wha-"

Andy continues, "I mean, you, you learn you've got a twin…" Unknown to them, Sam starts coming to.

"...You call him up, you go out for a drink, you don't start killing people!" Andy exclaims.

Weber shakes his head, "I've wanted to tell you for so long, bro. But he didn't let me. He said I had to wait until the time was…"

"Who?"

"The man with the yellow eyes." Weber says like Andy already knows.

"What are you talking about?" Andy asks.

"He came to me. In my dream." Weber says taking a step forward, "He said I was special. He told me he's got big plans for me. Wait 'till you see what's in store, Andy, for both of us!" Weber takes a hold of Andy's jacket, "See, he's the one who told me that... I had a brother. A twin."

In the woods, within shooting distance, Dean and Isabeau stalk to a hiding place, Dean with a sniper rifle.

Andy pulls away, "Why did you kill our mother? Why? And why Dr. Jennings?"

"Because they split us up!" Weber shouts, "They ruined our lives, Andy! We could have been together this whole time. Instead of alone. I couldn't, I couldn't let 'em do that, I couldn't let them get away with that. No."

Dean crouches in the shadows and lines up the shot. Isabeau crouches down next to him.

Weber turns, hearing something. He peers into the distance, into Dean and Isabeau's hiding place, "I see you. Bye-bye." His voice echoes.

Isabeau jumps up, struggling to hold back the rifle as Dean is being mind controlled by Weber to tuck the barrel under his chin. Dean stares up at Isabeau as she fights to keep Dean from shooting himself. "Beau…"

Isabeau grits her teeth, eyes glowing violet, "No speeches, none of that bullshit. You're not dying."

A gunshot rings out. Weber jerks and falls to the ground, dead. Andy lowers the gun that he shot him with, shaking.

Isabeau sighs as Dean throws the rifle to the side. Dean grabs her hand, forcing her into his arms and places his lips on hers.

Isabeau's hand reaches up and threads her fingers through his short hair as their lips part, "Next time, I have the sniper rifle."

Dean chuckles, "Deal." He stares into her still glowing violet eyes and smiles.

The next morning, rescue and police crews arrived on the scene. Andy is talking to three police officers, his stance confident. Sam is crouching by a wall, a paramedic tending to his shoulder with Dean and Isabeau standing at his side.

"He shot himself. And you all saw it happen." Andy tells the policemen his voice echoing.

The policemen nod, "Yeah. We did."

The three of them observe, "Look at him. He's getting better at it." Sam says. The paramedic that was tending to Sam walks away.

Andy passes an ambulance where Tracy is sitting, a blanket around her shoulders and she avoids his eyes.

Andy approaches Sam, Isabeau and Dean and Sam standing from his seated position. "She won't even look at me." Andy says.

"Yeah, she's pretty shaken up." Sam tells him.

Andy shakes his head, "No, it's, this is different. It's, uh, I never, I never used my mind thing on her before. Before last night. She's scared of me now."

Sam fidgets, "Hey, Andy, I hate to do this, but um, we have to get out of here. Here. I wrote down my cell. You don't have to be alone in this, all right? If anything comes up, just call me up."

The three start to walk away, "Wha- what am I supposed to do now?" Andy asks them.

They stop and turn, "You be good, Andy... Or we'll be back." Dean says.

This time, they walk away without looking back. "Looks like I was right." Sam says.

"About what?" Isabeau asks.

"Andy. He's a killer after all."

Dean shakes his head, "No, he's a hero. He saved his girlfriend's life, he saved my life."

"Bottom line, last night, he wasted somebody." Sam objects.

Dean sighs, "Yeah, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was just, he was pushed into that."

Sam shakes his head, "Weber was pushed too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death. And if Isabeau's life is on the line, I'm pushed."

"What's your point, Sam?" Dean stops.

Isabeau speaks before Sam could, "Right circumstances, everyone's capable of murder. Everyone."

Sam looks down at her, "Isabeau?"

Isabeau shakes her head, brushing it off, "It's nothing, but that's what you were gonna say weren't you, Sam?"

Sam nods, "Yeah... You know, maybe that's what the demon's doing. Pushing us. Finding ways to break us."

"Sam, we don't know what the demon wants, okay?" Dean pats Sam on the arm, "Quit worrying about it." Dean starts walking away.

Sam watches him, "You know, I heard you before, Dean, when Andy made you tell the truth. You're just as scared of this as I am."

Dean stops at the impala, Sam and Isabeau do the same. Dean points over to the scene, "That was mind control! I mean, it's like, like, that's like being roofied, man, that doesn't count." Dean points at him.

"What?" Sam asks.

Dean waves his hand, "No. I'm, I'm calling do-over."

"What are you, seven?" Sam asks and Isabeau snorts at his jab.

"Doesn't matter. Look, we've just gotta keep doing what we're doing, find that evil son of a bitch and kill it." Dean says.

"Yeah, I guess." Sam says doubtfully.

Isabeau's cell rings and she picks it up, "Hello?" Sam opens the door for Isabeau, letting her slide in, "Ellen. What's going on?" Sam gets in with her and so does Dean on the other side, "Yeah, we'll be right there."

Sam, Isabeau and Dean are sitting at the bar, Ellen behind it and Jo walking around the outside. "Jo?" Ellen calls to her.

Jo stops, turning to her mother, "Hmm?"

"Go pull up another case of beer." Ellen tells her.

"Mom…"

"Now. Please." Ellen requests.

As Jo leaves, Ellen leans on the bar in front of Sam, Isabeau and Dean, "So. You uh, you want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?" She asks.

"No. Not really." Dean says, almost taking a sip of his beer, "No offense, it's just kind of a family thing."

"Not anymore." Ellen drops a stack of papers on 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 admits.

"Sam…" Dean warns.

"Why?" Ellen asks.

"None of your business." Dean looks up at her. Isabeau winces, not the smartest move her boyfriend could've pulled.

Ellen pauses before turning to Dean, "You mind your tongue with me, boy. 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."

Sam sighs, "There are people out there, like Andy Gallagher... Like me... And um... we all have some kind of ability."

Ellen shakes her head, "Ability?"

Sam nods, "Yeah. Psychic ability." Dean rolls his eyes, uncomfortable.

"Me, I have, um... I have visions. Premonitions. I don't know, it's, it's different for everybody. The demon said he had plans for people like us." Sam explains.

"What kind of plans?" Ellen asks.

Sam shrugs, "We don't really know for sure."

"These people out there, these psychics. They dangerous?" Ellen asks.

Isabeau shakes her head, "No. Not all of them."

"But some are. Some are very dangerous." Sam adds.

"Okay, how many of them are we looking at?" Ellen asks.

"We've been able to track a clear pattern so far. They've all had house fires on the night of the kid's six month birthday." Dean explains.

Isabeau shakes her head, "That's not true."

Dean looks at her, "What?"

Isabeau plays with her rosary, "Weber? Or Ansen Weems, or whatever his name is. I looked at his files, and there was no house fire. There's nothing out of the ordinary."

"Which breaks pattern." Ellen points out, "So if there's any others like him, there'd be nothing in the system. No way to track 'em all down."

"And so who knows how many of 'em are really out there?" Dean says.

Jo is standing behind Ellen. "Jo, honey?" Ellen asks.

"Yeah?" Jo asks.

"You'd better break out the whiskey instead." Ellen says and Jo goes to do just that.

Isabeau takes a sip of her whiskey at a lone table in the roadhouse. She cringes as the liquid slides down and burns her throat. She looks at the glass, licking her lips. Alcohol was probably the only way she could ever feel a burning sensation.

Being made of fire gave her the ability to touch things that are hot. Even stepping into a bonfire would have no effect on her. The flames would lick her skin, but nothing would happen.

Same thing went for electricity. Ever since she gained that ability, she hasn't been able to feel electric shocks. She tested that out with a taser that Bobby had buried in his arsenal.

Isabeau sets the glass down and shrugs off her leather jacket, draping it on the back of her chair and sighs.

She feels two hands slide down her arms from behind her, "Hey." Dean greets.

Isabeau chuckles, "Hey." She looks up at him and he leans down, placing a light kiss on her lips.

He moves over and sits down next to her, hooking his leg around her chair to pull her closer, "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He asks.

Isabeau shrugs, picking up her whisky, "Nothing." She downs it in one go and shivers at the burning sensation, placing the glass back down.

Dean raises his brow, "Sure looks like 'nothing', Isabeau. Come on, what's going on?"

She shifts in her seat, "You know how I was saying that everyone becomes a murder?"

Dean sighs, leaning forward, "Isabeau, this whole demon thing, you can't-"

"No it has nothing to do with the demon." She shakes her head. Isabeau bites her lip, "I've done some things, Dean. Not so good things."

Dean shakes his head, "Whatever it is, I'm sure it's not bad."

Isabeau chuckles, "Why do you have so much faith in me?"

"Because you are a good person, better than any of us." Dean says.

Isabeau rubs her face, "Dean… I've killed. A lot. I've massacred nests, packs, demons, you name it, all for one reason."

"But, Beau, that's what we do as hunters. You can't blame yourself for that. Other hunters have done the same."

"Yeah, but not like I have…" Isabeau takes a breath, "There was a time, where I got… addicted and I couldn't control myself. They threatened to hurt my family, my coven, hell, even you and Sam. It got to a point where my father and Bobby had to step in and stop me."

"Isabeau…" Dean grabs Isabeau's hand, squeezing it tight, "Stop."

Isabeau stares at him, "What?"

"You're not the only one, Beau. If anything happened to you or Sammy, or even threatened to hurt you both, I'd be the same." Dean admits. "So, please. Don't be this tough on yourself."

Isabeau looks away. Deep down, she knew how bad she could be, but at the same time, giving into her addiction fed a dark side of her that was waiting to be released. Though she hadn't given into her addiction for years, and she was going to keep it that way.

She shakes her head, "I don't want to harp on it, I've done that for too long. I just… want to focus on you and Sam right now and our relationship." She smiles at him and he returns it.

"With hunting a demon on top of it." Sam comments, taking a seat next Isabeau, kissing her lips.

Isabeau chuckles, "Oh, yeah, that too. But, uh…" Her free hand slips underneath the front of his shirt, "I can think of something I want to be on top of." She smirks.

Dean chuckles, "Isabeau is on the prowl and it looks like she's in your line of sight, Sammy."

Sam clears his throat, his eyes turning red slightly at Isabeau's nails discreetly dragging along his torso, "Maybe, we should do that somewhere else, Beau? I can't really do much with a broken hand."

Isabeau tilts her head, "Who said you were doing anything, Stretch?" She looks over at Dean, cupping his face, "And you're right after him, Dearie. I'm in control tonight."

Done! Thank goodness! And apparently the powers of those who are chosen don't work on Isabeau. Hmm... interesting. Feedback gives me motivation!

Hope you all enjoyed!