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Chapter 27- Mind Games

"Hey I'm going to run across the street and grab us some food, wait here for Samantha to get out of the bathroom," Dean yelled over to me where I was flipping through another tabloid magazine.

"Yeah, yeah," I waved him off and went back to reading.

After finishing the article I looked up and noticed Dean drove across the street to get our food, lazy ass, I thought to myself before realizing Sam was still in the bathroom. I did a quick sweep around the gas station to make sure I didn't miss him before making my way over to the bathroom.

"Hey Sam, hurry up," I yelled banging on the door. I could hear what sounded like the faucet running but got no response.

"You better be decent!" I yelled before picking the lock on the door and praying that I didn't see anything. What I saw was Sam hunched over the sink, his face dripping with water and his face scrunched up like he was in pain.

"Sammy?" I asked nervously running over to him and wiping the water away with a paper towel, "What happened?"

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"I don't know man, why don't we just chill out and think about this," Dean said as we drove down the highway later that night.

"What's there to think about?" Sam asked after turning the radio completely off.

"I just don't know if going to the roadhouse is the smartest idea," Dean replied.

"Dean it's another premonition, I know it. This is going to happen and Ash can tell us where," Sam argued.

"Plus it can have some connection with the demon," I added.

Hunting that evil son of a bitch down was on the top of my to-do list but I would be lying if I said I wasn't freaking out that Sam's premonitions are back. With all the 'what if's' running through my head right now it was a miracle I was still sane.

"That's my point!" Dean yelled, "There's going to be hunters there, I don't know if…if going in and announcing that you are some supernatural freak with a demonic connection is the best thing, ok?"

"So, I'm a freak now?" Sam questioned.

"You've always been a freak," Dean teased patting Sam on the knee.

"Dean, I agree with Sam on this one," I said speaking up.

"Well this is what it looks like when hell freezes over," Dean scoffed.

"I'm serious, De, I'm not saying we go in with a megaphone and tell the whole place our business…I'm saying we go find where this son of a bitch is and we go after it!"

"That's a great plan Leah, how do you plan on killing it? Do you have some special exorcism in that head of yours…or…or have you found the Colt?" Dean asked angrily.

"No…" I started and Dean cut me off.

"Exactly all you are going to do is get yourself killed," Dean stated.

"We're doing this with or without you," Sam said.

"But it would be nice if you were with us," I added. I knew Sam would never let anything happen to me but I always felt safer with Dean around, especially now that dad wasn't here.

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"Just can't stay away, huh?" Jo smiled as we walked into the bar.

"Looks that way, how you doing Jo?" Dean asked with that annoyingly cocky smile on his face.

"Where's Ash?" Sam questioned before Jo got to answer.

"In his backroom…and I'm fine," she replied as Sam walked away.

"Sorry about that," I told her as I quickly followed Sam to the backroom that had a sign on the door saying 'Dr. Badass is in.'

"Hey Ash," Sam yelled over the music as he banged on the door, "Ash!"

"Hey, Dr. Badass!" I yelled and smiled at Sam as I heard Ash unlocking the door.

"Sam…Leah, Sam and Leah," Ash said answering the door…naked.

"Ash, we need your help," Sam said as he covered my eyes with his hand.

"Well hell then I guess I need my pants," Ash said as he closed the door.

Sam and I headed back to meet Dean and wait for Ash.

"Can he help?" Dean asked as he sat at the bar with a beer in his hands.

"As soon as he gets his clothes on," I answered and Dean raised an eyebrow at me, "Don't ask."

"Hey Leah, how are you at pool?" Jo asked placing some empty glasses behind the counter to be cleaned.

"Not bad, why?" I answered.

"There's a couple of guys over there saying that they could beat us, winner gets five hundred," Jo replied motioning over to the pool table.

"Well then let's go take their money," I smirked.

"Leah, we've got to talk to Ash," Sam said grabbing my arm.

"And you will as soon as she helps me win," Jo smiled pulling me with her.

"You know I thought you would have asked my brother to play with you…it's kind of obvious that you are into him," I whispered.

"Did he say something?" Jo hopefully questioned.

"Word of advice, if you are looking for a one night stand…or maybe 'friends with benefits' go right ahead but don't expect anymore than that you will just get your heart broken."

"Well it's about time almost thought you chickened out," one of the guys standing by the pool table said to Jo.

"Just had to get my partner, Mike this is Leah…Leah, Mike," Jo introduced.

"So where's your partner I don't have all night," I said grabbing a pool stick.

"Chill little lady he's right here," Mike said turning and tapping a guy on the shoulder, when he turned around it was as if time had stopped.

"Dylan," I breathed out.

"You two know each other?" Jo asked looking between him and me as we stared at one another.

"You could say that," I answered.

"So are we going to play or what?" Mike questioned.

"You know what; let's make this a little more interesting. If we win you," I said pointing at Dylan, "and I have to sit down and talk…"

"And when we win, I walk out of here without a word, lollipop," Dylan said with his hand out.

"Deal," I agreed shaking his hand.

I have to say it was a closer game then I had expected but Jo and I won by the skin of our teeth.

"That will be five hundred, fellas," Jo smiled with her hand out.

"It's a crock of shit, we should have won," Mike grumbled as he slammed the money into Jo's hand.

"Here you go," Jo said handing me my half.

"Hey Jo, if my brothers ask I'll be outside," I said as I watched Dylan slip out the door.

I looked over to see Dean ordering another beer and Sam impatiently still waiting for Ash. I walked outside and around the corner and finally saw Dylan leaning against his truck.

"And here I thought you were trying to escape," I said as I walked closer.

"A deal is a deal," he sighed.

"I'm sorry about your uncle," I started.

"Yeah," he nodded slightly.

"Look I know what it's like to lose someone," I tried again this time putting my hand on his arm but he shrugged it off.

"Have you tried to find it?" he asked.

"The demon?" I questioned and he nodded.

"I exorcised the one that killed Caleb, sent her ass straight back to hell but it was her father that killed mine and we are still looking for him."

"I want to help," he said finally meeting my eyes for the first time since we were outside.

"It's not your fight," I protested.

"Not my fight? This demon took away the last family member I had left and I want it dead!"

"Damn it Dylan," I exclaimed, "You don't think I want the same thing?"

"I think that if you had a choice between killing this demon or saving your brothers, you would save your brothers."

"Of course I would!" I screamed at him.

"I have no one left, so I have no choice!" he screamed back and we were both holding back unshed tears.

I don't know what came over me but I jumped into his arms wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as I kissed him passionately. He spun me around so my back was against his truck as he held onto my legs and kissed me back.

"Hey Leah!" I heard Dean yell and quickly got back on my feet.

"Let me know if you find anything," Dylan whispered into my ear before giving me one more quick kiss, getting in his truck and driving away.

"Leah!" Dean called again.

"What?" I yelled as I walked back towards the entrance of the roadhouse.

"What were you doing?" he asked as I straightened my jacket out.

"Nothing," I smirked.

"Mmhhmm," Dean said as he rolled his eyes and we walked over to where Ash was sitting with his laptop and Sam.

"So I got a match it's the logo for the Blue Ridge bus lines in Guthrie, Oklahoma," Ash said reading of the screen as Dean took the last seat at the table so I plopped down on Sam's lap.

"Do me a favor, check Guthrie for any demonic signs or omens or anything like that," Sam said looking around me.

"You think the demons there?"

"Yeah, maybe," Sam answered and Dean sighed.

"No sir, nothing. No demon," Ash said after a few clicks on the keyboard.

"Alright try something else for me," Sam said, "Search Guthrie for a house fire. It would be 1982 or 1983; fire's origin would be a baby's nursery, night of the kid's six month birthday."

"Ok now that's just weird, man. Why the hell would I be looking for that?" Ash questioned.

I leaned over so I could whisper in Ash's ear, "Cause if you help us maybe Dr. Badass could use a hand from a nurse."

"Give me fifteen minutes," Ash said as he typed ferociously on the keyboard.

"What did you say to him?" Sam questioned as he held me loosely around my waist so I wouldn't fall off his lap.

"I have a feeling we don't want to know," Dean said as he got up to get another beer.

Jo went to the jukebox and put on REO Speedwagon's 'Can't fight this feeling anymore.'

"Could she give anymore hints?" I laughed.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.

"Nothing," I smiled.

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"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," Dean sang as we were in the car on our way to Guthrie, Oklahoma.

"You're kidding me right?" Sam asked looking at Dean as if he was high on drugs.

"I heard the song somewhere, I can't get it out of my head," Dean mumbled.

"It or her?" I questioned resting my chin between their shoulders.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Just don't lead her on," I warned.

"Who are we talking about?" Sam asked.

"No one," Dean replied, "So what do you got?"

"Andrew Gallagher; born in '83, lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later," Sam said.

"So we think the demon killed his mom," I added.

"How did you even know to look for this guy?" Dean asked.

"Every premonition I've had if they're not about the demon there are about the other kids the demon visited. Like Max Miller, remember him?"

"Max Miller was a pasty little psycho," Dean commented.

"This Andrew guy is my age," I realized.

"So?" Dean questioned.

"So, Sam has the shining, Max had telekinesis and they were both born in '82, this is the first guy that is my age," I replied.

"Well as long as you don't become charmed we will be fine," Dean brushed my comment off.

It was infuriating that Dean wasn't even concerned about this; I mean I know the demon said that mom had interrupted but demons lie. What if this was my proof that I was going to be something supernatural. What if I started hurting others?

"Well there's no current address, no current employment and he still owes money on all his bills…phone, credit, utilities," Sam said shuffling through the papers Ash had given him.

"Collection agency flags?" Dean questioned.

"None in the system."

"They just let him take a walk?" I asked in disbelief.

"Seems like it, there's a work address from his last W-2 about a year ago."

"I guess it's a start," I sighed.

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"You won't get anything out of Andy guys, I'm sorry but they never do," the waitress said as she filled our cups with coffee.

"They?" Sam questioned.

"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," she replied.

"Actually we're, we're lawyers representing his great Aunt Lieta. She passed, God rest her soul, and left Andy a sizable estate," Dean tried.

"Are you a friend of his?" I asked.

"I used to be yeah, I don't see much of Andy anymore."

"Andy? Andy kicks ass, man," a guy exclaimed sitting down next to me.

"Is that right?" Dean asked as he slid my chair closer to him and threw his arm around me.

"Yeah, Andy can get you into anything. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once, it was beautiful, bro!"

"How about bussing a table or two, Weber?" the waitress suggested.

"Yeah you bet boss," Weber nodded and left the table.

"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.

"She's riding a polar bear; it's kind of hard to miss."

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"I'm sorry; I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet," Dean commented as we were parked on the opposite side of the street before turning to Sam, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Sammy, you look like you are sucking on a lemon, what's going on?" I tried.

"That 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."

"We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, ok. He could be innocent," Dean stated.

"My visions haven't been wrong yet."

"What's your point?" Dean questioned.

"My point is I'm one of them."

"No, you're not," I said louder than I had meant to.

"Leah, the demon said he had plans for me and children like me."

"Yeah…" Dean said.

"Yeah, maybe this is his plan; maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks, maybe we're all supposed to be…"

"What, killers?" I finished for him.

"Yeah."

"So the demon wants you out there killing with your minds, is that it?" Dean scoffed, "Come on, give me a break."

"You're not a murderer Sam! You don't have it in your bones," I yelled.

"No?" Sam turned to look at me, "Last I checked I kill all kinds of things."

"Those things were asking for it, there's a difference!" I exclaimed.

"Hey there he is," Dean said silencing our argument for the moment.

We watched as he waved to a beautiful woman who was leaning out her second story window, wearing very little I might add, before some guy handed him a coffee and he greeted someone else before heading to his van.

"That's him, that older guy, that's him he's the shooter," Sam said pointing at the man Andy just shook hands with.

"Are you sure, he looks like a big teddy bear," I commented.

"Yes, I'm sure," Sam sighed.

"Alright, you two keep an eye on him, I'll stick with Andy," Dean instructed and Sam got out of the car.

"Do I have to go with him?" I complained.

"He's not all there right now, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, now go."

"Fine," I grumbled as I got out of the car and jogged over to where Sam was standing.

We started down the sidewalk about ten feet behind the man who Sam claimed to be the shooter as I watched Dean drive away following Andy.

"He'll be fine," Sam whispered as the man stopped to talk on his phone.

"What do we do?" I asked.

"Stay here and keep an eye on him," Sam said as he jogged across the street.

I kept an eye on the man and after hanging up his phone he proceeded to cross the street. I followed and met up with Sam on the front steps of the gun shop, realizing Sam had just pulled the fire alarm and the man decided not to go in. We lost track of the man when we saw Andy drive by in the Impala and my phone started to ring.

I'm not afraid of tomorrow, I'm only scared of myself, feels like my insides are on fire, and I'm looking through the eyes of someone else.

"Dean, are you alright? Andy's got the Impala!"

"I know, he just sort of asked me for it and I…I let him take it."

"You what?"

"He full on Obi-Wanned me, it's mind control!"

"Leah," Sam yelled pointing at the man as he headed for the street with a bus coming right at him.

"Shit," I yelled tossing Sam my phone and running towards the man to try and stop him but it was too late and the bus hit him at full speed.

I've decapitated vampires, burned wendigos and lived with three men my whole life but I couldn't get the sound out of my head that the man's body made when the bus hit him. I sat on the curb with my head between my knees breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth trying to talk myself out of puking as Sam absentmindedly rubbed my back while we waited for Dean.

"I kept him out of the gun store. I thought he was ok. I thought he was past it…" Sam sighed.

"Sam it's not your fault," I said lifting my head to look at him but when I did I saw the paramedics taking what was left of the man off the street.

"Put your head back down," Sam said as he saw me getting paler.

"Hey, you guys alright?" Dean asked as finally made his way to us.

"Yeah," Sam nodded.

"Le?" Dean questioned kneeling in front of me.

"Nauseous," I replied.

"Come here," Sam said as he stood up and pulled me onto his back.

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"Thank God!" Dean exclaimed as we found the Impala parked a few streets over, "Oh, I'm sorry baby, I'll never leave you again. At least he left the keys in it."

"Yeah, real Samaritan this guy," I scoffed from Sam's back where he was carrying me.

"Well it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose, he's got to use verbal commands," Dean stated.

"The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus," Sam sighed, "Andy must have called him or something."

"I don't know maybe," Dean shrugged.

"Beg your pardon?" Sam asked.

"I just don't know if he's our guy, Sam."

"De, you had O.J. convicted before he got out of his white Bronco and you have doubts about this?" I questioned.

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

"Either way, how are we going to track this guy down?" Sam asked.

"Not a problem," Dean smirked.

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"Not exactly an inconspicuous ride…let's have a look," Dean said as we stood by the back doors of the van and Dean popped it open with a crowbar.

"Oh…oh this is magnificent," I commented as I looked around and saw fur rugs, a tiger painted on the wall and a disco ball.

"I thought you were on my side," Sam said.

"I am but this is awesome."

"It's not exactly a serial killer's lair," Dean pointed out, "There's no clown paintings on the walls or scissors stuck in the victims' photos…I do like the tiger though."

"Hegel, Kant, Wittgenstein?" Sam said as he flipped through the books in the back, "That's some pretty heavy reading."

"Maybe he just likes German philosophers," I shrugged.

"Yeah and uh, Moby Dick's bong," Dean smirked picking it up to show to Sam and I.

"I'm getting the munchies just looking at it," I said in awe earning a look from Sam, "Dude, you were the college guy you can't tell me you never tried pot."

"Umm…no, I don't do drugs," Sam stated, "Wait, you smoke pot?"

"Pot isn't a drug Sammy," I said patting him on the shoulder with an innocent smile playing on my lips.

"Yes it is! Dean, did you know about this?"

"Know about it? Who do you think I tested my brownies on," I laughed.

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"You know one day I would love to just sit down and eat something I didn't have to microwave in a mini mart," Dean said as he crumbled up his wrapper and tossed it on the seat of the Impala.

"This is the best lunch I ever had," I added as I finished my fourth Kit-Kat bar.

"I still can't believe your teeth haven't fallen out yet from all that crap you eat," Dean stated.

"It's called a tooth brush, why don't you try one sometime," I teased.

"Ha-ha very funny," Dean mocked.

"What I don't get is the motive," Sam said as he flipped through some papers.

"What I don't get is why you are ruining my fun," I whined and flicked Dean in the back of the ear.

"Knock it off," Dean growled and turned around to pinch me but I scooted over behind Sam where he couldn't reach me and stuck my tongue out at him.

"Guys, we need to figure out why Andy would waste the doctor," Sam sighed getting annoyed that we weren't helping, "I mean he was squeaky clean."

"If it is Andy," Dean commented as I sat back in the middle of the backseat.

"Dude, enough," Sam exclaimed.

"What?" Dean questioned.

"The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus. Andy just happens to have the power of mind control…you do the math."

"Dean can't do math," I teased.

"I just don't think the guy's got it in him, that's all," Dean said before turning and squeezing my leg right above my knee, he knew it was my most ticklish spot.

"Douche," I growled pulling my leg out of his grasp.

"Well, how the hell would you know? I mean, why are you bending over backwards defending him?" Sam continued ignoring Dean and I.

"Cause you're not right about this," Dean stated.

"About Andy?" Sam questioned.

Just then Andy appeared at Sam's window and leaned in a little.

"Hey! You think I haven't seen you three? Why are you following me?"

I had a strange urge to tell him everything when Sam spoke up.

"Well, we're lawyers…see a relative of yours has passes aw…"

"Tell the truth!" Andy instructed.

"That's what I'm…" Sam started before Dean cut him off.

"We hunt demons."

"What?" Andy asked.

"Dean!" Sam and I yelled simultaneously.

"Demons, spirits, things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch," Dean continued, "Leah's my sister and Sam here's my brother."

"Dean, shut up!" Sam yelled.

"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."

"Anything to add?" Andy said turning to me.

"Nope," I said quickly.

"Tell the truth," he instructed and as much as I didn't want to it was like something was forcing me to.

"I have nightmares also but only ever about Sam dying. Everything always happens like in my dream except one small detail changes and I can stop it from happening and I'm starting to freak out that somehow I'm connected to all of this and I'm going to become a killer."

"Ok…just leave me alone," Andy instructed before walking away.

"Ok," Dean and I both said in unison as Sam got out of the car to follow him.

"What are you doing? Look, I said leave me alone, alright? Get out of here, just start driving and never stop."

"Doesn't seem to work on me, Andy," Sam said as he walked after him.

"What?"

"You can make people do thing, can't you? You can tell them what to think," Sam said as Dean and I got out of the car but he put his hand up telling us to stay back.

"That's…that's crazy."

"It all started about a year ago, didn't it? After you turned twenty two, little stuff at first, and then you got better at controlling it."

"How do you know all this?"

"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."

"You know what? Just, just, just get out of here, alright?"

"Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?" I asked walking up behind Sam ignoring Dean's protests.

"What?"

"Why did you kill him?" I asked again.

"I didn't!"

Sam started to cringe and hold his head.

"Sammy?" I asked nervously as I grabbed onto his arms but got no response.

Dean ran over just in time to catch him before he fell on the ground.

"A woman…a woman burning alive," Sam said as he caught his breath.

"What else did you get?" Dean asked as he kneeled in front of him.

"A gas station, a woman is going to kill herself."

"What does he mean going to? What is he, what is…" Andy asked freaking out.

"Shut up!" I yelled.

"She gets triggered by a call on her cell."

"When?" Dean asked.

"I don't know but as long as we keep an eye on this son of a bitch he can't hurt her," Sam said as Dean helped him up.

"I didn't hurt anybody!"

"Yeah not yet," Sam sneered as a fire engine roared past the end of the street with the sirens blaring.

"Go check it out," I told Dean.

"I think you should come with me," Dean said as he turned to go back to the car.

"I'm staying here with them," I said lifting the back of my jacket slightly so he could see my gun.

"Don't move," Sam told Andy.

Almost as soon as Dean left my phone started ringing.

I'm not afraid of tomorrow, I'm only scared of myself, feels like my insides are on fire, and I'm looking through the eyes of someone else.

"Yeah."

"Hey it's me, she's dead burned up just like Sam said."

"When?" I asked as I held the phone so Sam could hear the conversation too.

"Like a minute before I got here the smoke hasn't even cleared yet. Listen, we were with Andy when this whole thing went down so it can't be him, it's got to be someone else doing this."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"What else is new…I'm going to dig around here and see what I can find," Dean said before hanging up.

"You know it must be cool having your very own crystal ball," Andy said as he sat down on the bumper of an old truck.

"What do you mean?" Sam questioned sitting on the curb.

"Anytime you are about to die your sister dreams it, changes it and you live without ever knowing there was an issue."

"How long?" Sam asked turning to me.

"What?"

"How long have you been having these nightmares?" Sam clarified.

"Since we went after the Shtriga," I admitted.

"Shr-what?" Andy questioned.

"You don't want to know trust me," I said, "So you're really not a killer?"

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

"That's good…means there is hope for both of us," Sam said as Dean parked the Impala and made his way over to us.

"Victim's name was Holly Becket, forty one, single," Dean stated.

"Who is she?" I asked Andy.

"I've never heard of her."

"Called Ash on the way over here, he came up with a little something. Apparently Holly Becket gave birth when she was eighteen years old back in 1983, same day you were born, Andy."

"Andy, were you adopted?" Sam asked.

"Well, yeah."

"You were? And you neglected to mention that?" I questioned.

"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…"

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

"Well screw that," Andy scoffed.

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"I probably shouldn't have let you kids in here," the elderly security guard said.

"No everything will be fine, just go get a cup of coffee," Andy said as he led him to the door, "These aren't the droids you're looking for."

"Awesome," Dean laughed as I whispered something into Andy's ear.

"Really?" he asked.

"Please," I pouted.

"Hey Dean, do you know whatever happened to Leah's Spice Girl's CD…tell the truth," Andy instructed.

"I stole it so I could take the poster out, that Ginger spice was smokin'," Dean blurted out.

"Thank you," I smiled at Andy before we almost doubled over from laughing.

"I'll get you for that," Dean warned.

"Got it," Sam said as he looked through a file, "Andy, it's true Holly Becket was your birth mother."

"Does anyone have a Vicodin?" Andy asked as he sat down in a chair next to Sam.

"Dr. Jennings was her doctor, too, I mean he over saw the adoption. You have a solid connection to both of them," Sam continued.

"Yeah but I didn't kill them."

"We believe you," Dean stated.

"Yeah but that still leaves the question, who did?" I asked.

"I think I got a pretty good guess…Holly Becket gave birth to twins," Sam said opening another folder.

"I have an evil twin," Andy stated staring off into space as if he was in shock.

"Holly put you and your brother up for adoption. You went to the Gallagher family, obviously, and your brother went to the Weems family from upstate," Sam informed us.

"I have an evil twin," Andy repeated.

"Andy, you still with us?" I asked sitting down next to him and gently putting my hand on his arm to hopefully break whatever trance he was in.

"Um…what was my brother's name?"

"Ansem Weems," Sam replied, "He's got a local address."

"He lives here?" Andy questioned.

"Let's get a look at him, got his picture coming off from the DMV right now," Dean said as he waited for the printer to complete before looking at the picture, "Whoa."

"What?" I asked taking the paper from him and noticing it was the busboy from earlier, "Hey Andy, I hate to kick you when you're freaked but take a look at this."

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"Alright Andy, tell us everything you know about this guy," Sam said as Dean drove the Impala down the highway and Andy was in the backseat with me.

"Well, I mean not much…Weber shows up one day…eight months ago? Acting like he's my best friend in the world, kinda weird like trying to hard, you know?"

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

"No idea."

"Ahh!" Sam gasped grabbing on to his head.

"Sammy?" I asked nervously.

"Ahh!" Sam yelled out in pain again as Dean pulled the car over to the side of the road.

I jumped out of the backseat and swung his door open to try and get him to look at me, "Sammy! Sam!"

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We pulled up near the bridge Sam saw Weber at with the girl from the diner earlier that day. We all got out of the car and loaded up on weapons from the trunk.

"Leah, Dean, you should stay back," Sam said.

"No argument here, had my head screwed with enough for one day," Dean agreed.

"Leah?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah, yeah I'll stay back."

"I'm coming with you," Andy said.

"Andy, no," Sam tried.

"It's Tracy out there and I'm coming," Andy stated.

Sam and Andy went towards the bridge while Dean and I made our way up the small hill to get a better view.

"Shit, I forgot extra ammo," I lied.

"We have enough," Dean said as he set up the sniper rifle.

"I'll be right back, I don't have enough," I said before running back down the hill ignoring the protests from Dean.

I got to the bottom in time to see the waitress hit Sam over the head and knock him out. I crouched behind some bushes until I could figure out what to do.

"How did you do that?" Andy questioned Weber.

"Practice, bro if you'd just practice you would know. Sometimes you don't need to use your words. If you have to," he said as he tapped his forehead, "all you need is this, sometimes the headaches worth it."

"You're a twisted son of a bitch!" Andy yelled as he grabbed Weber.

"Back off Andy or Tracy's going to do a little flying," he warned as Tracy stood at the edge of the bridge.

"Ok, ok, ok, alright just…just please don't hurt her," Andy pleaded.

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

"You're insane."

"She's garbage! 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?"

"What?"

"I mean you, you learn you've got a twin you call him up, you go out for a drink, you don't start killing people!"

"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."

I had to put my hand over my mouth to keep from freaking out.

"What are you talking about?"

"He came to me, in my dream, he said I was special. He told me he's got big plans for me. Wait until you see what's in store, Andy, for both of us! See, he's the one who told me I had a brother, a twin."

"Why did you kill our mother? Why, and why Dr. Jennings?"

"Because they split us up! They ruined our lives, Andy! We could have been together this whole time, instead of alone. I couldn't, I couldn't let them do that, I couldn't let them get away with that."

Suddenly Weber stopped and looked up the hill where I knew Dean was hiding with the rifle.

"I see you," he smiled, "Bye, bye."

Without a second thought I stood up from where I was hiding and shot Weber in the back. As soon as the gun went off I stood there with my hands slightly shaking from what I had just done.

SUPERNATURAL

"He shot himself and you all saw it happen," Andy told the police officers that had arrived on the scene the next morning.

"He's getting better at it," Sam commented as he and Dean stood about twenty feet away from the Impala and apparently they thought they were far enough away where I couldn't hear them because Sam continued, "You think she's going to be alright? I mean she killed someone last night."

"She's a hero Sam, she saved my life last night along with that waitress."

I was sitting on the hood staring off into space; psychic abilities or not I had just killed a human being. I was the murderer Sam was so worried he was going to turn into…I was the murderer I was so worried that I was going to turn into.

"Freckles, you ready to go?" Sam asked as he and Dean walked over to the car but I didn't answer.

"Le," Dean tried.

"What? Oh, yeah…I'm ready," I sighed as I hopped down and slid into the backseat.

SUPERNATURAL

"Jo?" Ellen called out.

"Hmm," Jo answered.

"Go pull up another case of beer."

"Mom…" Jo complained.

"Now, please."

After Jo had left the room Ellen came to stand in front of the three of us where we sat at the bar.

"So, you want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?"

"No, not really. No offense, it's just kind of a family thing," Dean replied.

"Not anymore," Ellen stated dropping a stack of papers in front of us, "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 nodded.

"Sam…" Dean warned.

"Why?" Ellen asked.

"None of your business," I answered speaking up.

"You mind your tongue with me, girlie. This isn't just your war, this is war. Now, something big and bad is 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."

"There are people out there, like Andy Gallagher, like me and maybe Leah, we all have some kind of ability," Sam started.

"Ability?" Ellen questioned.

"Yeah, psychic ability. Me I have, I have visions…premonitions. I don't know it's different for everybody. The demon said he had plans for people like us," Sam continued.

"What kind of plans?"

"We don't really know for sure," I replied softly.

"These people out there, these psychics…are they dangerous?"

"No, not all of them," Dean spoke up.

"But some are…some are very dangerous," Sam added.

"Ok, how many are we looking at?"

"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," I answered.

"That's not true," Sam said shaking his head.

"What?" Dean questioned.

"Weber? Or Ansem Weems, or whatever his name is, I looked at his files, and there was no house fire. Nothing out of the ordinary," Sam explained.

"Which breaks pattern. So if there's any others like him, there'd be nothing in the system, no way to track them all down," Ellen sighed.

"And so who knows how many of them are really out there," Dean added as Jo placed a case of beer at the end of the bar.

"Jo honey, you better break out the whiskey instead," Ellen said as I got up from my stool and walked towards the backroom.

"Where you going?" Dean asked.

"Talk with Ash."

I knocked on the door and was thankful when he answered it with pants on this time.

"Well if it isn't my nurse, what can I do for ya?" he asked as he led me into the small backroom and closed the door.

It was as if I had stepped through a time warp and landed in the seventies, there were tie-dye bean bags all around the room, incense burning and a shag carpet in the middle.

"Just need to get away for awhile," I said plopping down on a bean bag.

"Brownie?" he asked holding a plate right in front of my nose.

"Why not," I replied as I took one.

"Oh and here wash it down with this," he said as he handed me a joint.

"Are you trying to get me high, Dr. Badass?"

"Just want my nurse to be happy."

"However can I repay you?" I smirked as I took my jacket off and threw it to the side.

"Oh God," Ash said with wide eyes, "But your brothers, your two very large brothers, will kill me."

"So," I shrugged as there was a knock on the door.

"Leah time to go!" Dean yelled.

"Oh well maybe next time," I winked at him before grabbing my jacket and walking out of the room.