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"De he's been in there a while… go check on him."
"Oh I'm sure he's fine.. probably dropping the browns off at the superbowl."
"Gross! Dean. Come on. I'm exhausted… I wanna go. Go check on him."
"Ughh. Fine."
I watched as Dean walked away. Leaving me sitting at our table in the bar. Sam's been in the bathroom for like 10 minutes.
When I saw them coming back around the corner I could tell something was off, I jumped up and quickly made me way to them as we left the bar.
"Sammy what's wrong?" I asked as soon as we hit the parking lot, looping my arm around his.
"I had a vision… we gotta go." Was all he said.
"I don't know, man, why don't we just chill out, think about this." Dean suggested as we drove down the road.
"What's there to think about?" Sam asked 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."
"Yeah, man, but..."
"Plus it could have some connection with the demon. My visions always do."
"That's my point. 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?"
"Dean! Stop it!" I quickly chimed in smacking him in the back of the head. He turned to glare at me while he rubbed the same spot I hit.
"So I'm a freak now?" Sam asked offended.
"You've always been a freak." Dean said slapping his thigh and grinning. Sam and I simultaneously rolled our eyes.
When we walked in the roadhouse it was full of hunters… Maybe Dean's right. Maybe this is a bad idea. We're outnumbered if anything was to go down. I kept a hand resting on my gun the entire time. We didn't get far before we ran into Jo.
"Just can't stay away, huh?" She said more to Dean then me.
"Yeah, looks like. How you doin', Jo?"
"Where's Ash?!" Sam said cutting her off before she could answer.
"In his back room….. And I'm fine..." She said as Sam brushed past her.
"Sorry, he's, we're... kind of on a bit of a timetable." I said covering for him and walking to catch up. Dean followed behind me.
"Ash? Hey, Ash?" Sam said knocking, not getting an answer. I noticed the sign on the door.
"Hey, Dr. Badass?" I asked knocking myself.
The door comes open and standing in front of us is a butt naked Ash.
"OH..Hello…" I mumbled as Dean's hand flew up to cover my eyes. I clearly did not object.
"Sam? Dean? Emily? Sam, Dean and Emily…" Ash said repetitively.
"Hey Ash. Um. We need your help." Sam said.
"Well, hell then. Guess I need my pants."
"Yeah." Dean said pushing me away from the door, Ash shut the door and came out minutes later and joined us at a table. The bar had started to clear out, must be last call.
"Well, I got a match. It's the logo from the Blue Ridge bus lines in Guthrie, Oklahoma." He says after digging around for a few minutes and looking at the symbol Sam drew out for him from his vision.
"Okay. Do me a favor - check Guthrie for any demonic signs, or omens, or anything like that."
"You think the demon's there?" Ash asked Sam.
"Yeah, maybe."
"Why would you think that?"
"Just check it, all right?" Dean said watching to make sure no one was listening to us.
"No, sir, nothing. No demon." Ash said after a minute or so.
"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. Or in 1989." Sam said a little too loud for Dean's comfort. He quickly looked around, I noticed this caught Jo's attention… Ash looked at Sam like he was crazy.
"Sam…" I mentioned. Looking at him letting him know I'm not sure this is a good idea to share with other people.
"Em. Its fine." He quickly added.
"Okay, now that is just weird, man. Why the hell would I be looking for that." Ash asked.
"Cause there's a PBR in it for ya." I said sliding it across the table, leaning forward with my boobs out a little further than necessary- I took a long sip of the beer before placing it in front of him. Sure. Its kinda slutty but it got him to stop asking questions. Men are too easy.
"Give me fifteen minutes." He said immediately.
I caught Dean giving a disapproving glare my way. I rolled my eyes and fixed the buttons on my shirt.
I sat with Sam and watched as Dean drank a beer at the bar talking to Jo. She's nice. She's obviously into him, and he won't give her the time of day. Of all the women he hits on and takes home… I don't get it. At least Jo understands the life, knows things other women wouldn't. Maybe that's it. Maybe Dean doesn't want someone who knows the truth. Maybe he likes the fact that the women he picks up sees him as a normal guy.
"We have a match. We've gotta go." Sam said pulling me from my thoughts. I followed as he grabbed Dean and we quickly made our way to the impala.
"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 was singing HORRIBLY to REO speedwagon… Sam and I looked to each other and I just shrugged my shoulders.
"You're kidding, right?" Sam finally said to him.
"I heard the song somewhere, I can't get it out of my head, I don't know, man. Whaddya got?"
"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?" I asked.
"Sure looks like it."
"How did you even know to look for this guy?"
"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?"
"Yeah a little too well…" I mumbled.
"But Max Miller was a pasty little psycho." Dean quickly added.
"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 answered.
"How do we find him?" I asked.
"Don't know. No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills - phone, credit, utilities..."
"Collection agency flags?" Dean asked.
"None in the system." Sam answered.
"They just let him take a walk?"
"Seems like it. There's a work address from his last W-2, about a year ago. Let's start there."
"Are we gonna drive all night or can we crash somewhere?" I asked.
"Drive." Sam answered before Dean had a chance to even think about it.
"Well okay then… wake me when we get there." I said laying down in the backseat.
The next morning we went to Andy's last job. A coffee shop. The boys drank theirs while I just held the warm cup in my hands. It's a comforting feeling. Dean thinks its dumb, but Sam always orders me one regardless.
"You won't get anything out of Andy, guys. I'm sorry, but they never do." A lady said as she brought us our check.
"They?" Sam asked.
"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."
"Actually we're, we're lawyers. Representing his Great Aunt Leta. She passed, God rest her soul, and left Andy a sizable estate." Dean tried to cover.
"Yeah. So 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." The bus boy interrupted coming to sit down at our table. Dude what the hell?
"Is that right?" Dean asked him.
"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 reminded him.
"Yeah. You bet, boss." He said getting up and leaving.
"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?" I asked.
"She's riding a polar bear. It's kind of hard to miss." Oh holy hell… this is going to be interesting.
We left the diner and headed over to orchard street… sure enough. We climbed out of the impala and all stared at the Van in front of us. I'll be damned there was a barbarian queen riding a polar bear. What. In. The. Actual. Fuck… am I looking at right now?
"I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet." Dean said. He looked over to Sam who looked bummed.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
"Nothing."
"Sam, you look like you're sucking on a lemon, what's going on?" Dean said.
"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."
"We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, all right? He could be innocent."
"My visions haven't been wrong yet."
"What's your point?"
"My point is, I'm one of them."
"No, you're not. If anything Emily would be one of them… And I don't see her running around with any weird psychic powers or killing people. So chill!" Gee thanks Dean.
"Dean, the demon said he had plans for me and children like me. He has plans for her too." Sam said pointing at me.
"Sam.. don't do this." I said knowing where this was headed.
"Maybe this is his plan, maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks, maybe we're all supposed to be-"
"What, killers?" Dean asked interrupting him.
"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. Neither does she! The two of you are nothing like Max. And we have no idea if this Andy guy is either. We don't know anything yet, so quick making this out to be something that it's not."
"No? Last I checked, I kill all kinds of things. So does she Dean. Emily grew up learning how to kill things. We all did."
"Okay that's it! Stop it!" I finally yelled. Both of them turned to look at me.
"Sam this is not the same thing! You are different from Max. And this Andy guy, and whoever else this demon came and fucked with! It was ME he came to see when Mom died. I don't have psychic powers, I'm not killing people. I kill monsters! You kill monsters! We SAVE people Sam! So please put an end to this conversation… cause you're starting to freak me out! I'm having a hard enough time figuring out how the hell I fit into all this shit as it is and you're making it harder on the both of us! We're different. We gotta keep our heads on straight and do what we do best, figure this shit out."
Sam didn't say anything to me at the moment. He just shook his head and walked forward, Dean however put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it.
"Proud of you kiddo. Don't let this thing scare you. I'm not going to let anything happen to you or him. Okay?"
"Yeah… okay." I said watching Sam. I'd be lying if I said this whole thing doesn't scare me. I feel like a freak, even though I don't have visions I feel like I'm in the middle of this thing too. I wish we had answers. I wish we knew what the hell was going on. I wish Sam would quit trying to turn us both into cold blooded murders.
Dean and I caught up to Sam and we began looking around for any sign of Andy.
"Got him." I said pointing at the man coming out of the apartment building across the street, he stops and blows a kiss to an extremely attractive woman hanging out a window waving at him. I mean not that Andy is ugly- but that girl is more on Dean's level. How the hell did Andy pull that one off?
"That's him. That older guy, that's him, that's the shooter." Sam said pointing at a man walking the opposite way down the sidewalk.
"All right, you keep on him, I'll stick with Andy. Go." Dean said.
"Sam I'm coming with you." I said. Dean nodded and we split ways.
Sam and I followed the doctor and stopped as he did when his phone rang, we watched him answer it- agreeing to do something. He suddenly turned and looked at the sporting goods store not far from us, and began to walk towards it.
"Sam." I said making sure he realized where he was headed.
"Yeah. I know- come on." He took off running and beat the old man to the store. He looked around panicked, not sure what to do next.
"Sam! Fire alarm! It'll clear the building." I said pointing to the one behind him. He quickly pulled it and we ran out the front door in time to see the doctor pause in front of the store and turn to walk the other way.
"Nice job kiddo." Sam said taking a deep breath of relief.
I was fixing to answer him when something else caught my eye… it was Baby. But. Dean wasn't the one driving. It was Andy? What the fuck!
"Dean! Andy's got the Impala!" I said as I immediately called him. Putting him on speaker for us both to hear.
"I know! He just sorta asked me for it and I, I let him take it."
"You what?!" Sam asked shocked.
"He full-on Obi-Wanned me. It's mind control, man!" Dean said frustrated.
"Okay Dean we're still on orchard, head towards us." I said but I noticed Sam was looking at something, I looked to where he was watching the doctor- just in time to see him walk out in front of a bus.
His body was launched forward a few feet and the bus hit it again, dragging it under the front wheels… I couldn't pull my eyes away. I couldn't look away from the blood pouring out on the road. I could vaguely hear screams and gasps and out of the corner of my eye I could see people running towards the bus but I was frozen.
"Sam.." I whispered. I grabbed for his arm and squeezed it.
"No. God.. no." he said from beside me.
"Sam… I.. I." I could feel myself becoming short of breath.
No… no not right now. Please no. Dean's not here!
"Em?" Sam said finally noticing that I'm breathing rapidly.
"Emily calm down, its okay… just breathe." He said pulling me around so that I was facing away form the accident scene.
"Sa-a-a" Was all I could get out between breaths, I could feel the panic rising in my throat. Dammit I hate these!
"Shh… Shh.. Its okay just breathe Em. Just breathe.. Its okay."
"D-d-d-d…" I kept trying to say Dean's name but that's all that would come out between the small gasps of air.
"Em. He's coming… come on kiddo just breathe." Sam tried to soothe me by holding me but it only made me feel more constricted. Even if I wanted to tell him that I couldn't. I felt like I was going to pass out. I couldn't slow myself down. My whole body was shaking.
"Sa-a-a-am" I said again trying to convey to him that I can't stop and I'm freaking out.
"I know kiddo.. I know come on." He wrapped an arm around me and started to walk me down the sidewalk in the direction Dean would be coming from.
We thankfully didn't walk far before I caught site of Dean running towards us.
"Dean!" Sam hollered getting his attention.
"Dean she won't stop…"
"What the hell happened?"
"I thought I stopped him man… I thought he'd be okay…" Sam said ready to fall apart himself.
Dean went into action and grabbed me form Sam, he leaned down to put his face close to mine and got my attention focused soley on him- as if the world around us didn't exist.
"Slow… come on Em. Take a deep breath." He soothed, finally I was starting to slow down, I could get one. Then another…
He knew the worst of it was past me.
"Okay you stay here for a second. I'm gonna go check on Sammy okay?" I nodded and sat down at the bench he led me to.
I hadn't even realized Sam walked away from us. Poor Sam. I hate seeing him so defeated. I hate him feeling like a screw up.
I watched as he sat on the ground and Dean went over to check on him. I could tell he was upset. Upset about the doctor and If I knew Sam half as well as I think I do I know that he's upset he couldn't help me… I wish I could explain to him its not his fault. He did everything he was supposed to, It just. I'm just broken, and there's really only one person who can put me back together.
Dean led Sam back over to where I was, I had finally caught my breath.
"Alright come on, we gotta find my car." Dean said grabbing my hand and pulling me off the bench. I stayed on his heels, feeling the need to stay close to him. I always do afterwards. We rounded a corner and finally found it parked back by the coffee shop we started this whole horrible day at.
"Thank god! Oh. I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again. Well, at least he left the keys in it. "
"Yeah. Real Samaritan, this guy." Sam mumbles.
"Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose, he's gotta use verbal commands." Dean noted.
"The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus. Andy must have called him or something."
"I don't know, maybe."
"Beg your pardon?" Sam asked as if Dean had just said the sky was purple instead of blue.
"I just don't know if he's our guy, Sam."
"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."
"Either way, how are we going to track this guy down?" I asked them bringing the conversation back to where it needs to be.
"Not a problem." Dean said.
He drove us back over to where Andy's van was parked. Geez. This thing could make your eyeballs wanna commit suicide its so ugly.
"Not exactly an inconspicuous ride. Let's have a look." He said as he pulled out a crowbar and carefully pried open the back door. The inside was even worse. It had a disco ball, fur rugs, and a giant ass tiger painting on the wall. I mean come on dude. The most ridiculous part was the giant bong in the corner.
"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."
"Dean. If you don't stop now then I'm going to have to disown you as a brother. This is disgusting." I said in all seriousness. He shrugged his shoulders and went back to looking around. Sam picked up a few thick books laying around inside.
"Hegel, Kant, Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading, Dean."
"Yeah, and uh, and Moby Dick's bong." Dean replied picking the thing up.
"Dean put that thing down before you get herpes from it." I whisper yelled at him. He quickly dropped it.
"Alright. Lets get food and figure out our next move." He said as he closed up Andy's van.
It was another day of glorious gas station food. I seriously don't know how we go without getting constant food poisoning.
"Ugh. You know, one day I'd love to just sit down and eat something I didn't have to microwave at a minimart." Dean said taking another bite of the burrito in his hand. I usually stay away from those.
"What I don't get is the motive. I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean, why would Andy waste him?" Sam said flipping through papers, not touching his sandwich. He's focused on the case and nothing else.
"If it is Andy." Dean added.
"Dude, enough." Sam said irritated.
"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."
"I just don't think the guy's got it in him, that's all."
"Well, how the hell would you know? I mean, why are you bending over backwards defending him?"
"'Cause you're not right about this." Dean said matter of factly.
In the midst of their arguing neither of them noticed that Andy was approaching us.
"Umm.. De." He ignored me.
"Sammy." I said, again nothing, but it was too late now. Andy suddenly appeared and leaned into Sam's open window.
"Hey! You think I haven't seen you three? Why are you following me?" Andy asked.
"Well, we're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed aw-" Sam started but was cut off by Andy.
"Tell the truth!" He yelled.
"That's what I'm – " But Sam was cut off again. This time by Dean.
"We hunt demons." Dean blurted out. Sam and I turned to look at him. Shocked.
"What?" Andy asked confused.
"Dean!" Sam yelled.
"Demons and spirits. Things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam here, he's my brother. Emily back there is our little sister."
"Dean, shut up!" I 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 righ-" I finally slapped a hand over Dean's mouth and stopped him.
"Okay, you know what? Just leave me alone." Andy said backing away.
Dean cringes and holds his head as if he just got brainfreeze, Sam jumped out of the car and began to follow Andy. I quickly followed him.
"What are you doing? Look, I, I said leave me alone. All right? Get out of here, just start driving and never stop." Andy said to him never stopping walking away.
"Doesn't seem to work on me, Andy." Sam said following right behind him.
"What?" Andy asked shocked.
"You can make people do things, can't you? You can tell them what to think." Sam accused of him, Dean got out of the car and moved towards us but Sam put up a hand to stop him. Knowing that Andy can control him.
"Look, tha- that's crazy." Andy laughed.
"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. Emily too… We could all be in danger."
Gee Sam. Thanks… guess you forgot that whole spill from earlier about stop scaring the shit out of me!
"You know what? Just, just, just, just get out of here, all right?!"
"Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?" Sam quickly asked him cutting him off so he couldn't walk away.
"What?" Andy asked. I was slowly realizing he had no idea what Sam was talking about.
Sam suddenly stopped and started rubbing his head… its happening again. I can tell. But he keeps pushing towards Andy.
"Why did you kill him?"
"I didn't!"
Sam went to speak again but instead fell to his knees clutching his head. I bent down next to him.
"Sammy! Sam!" I yelled trying to snap him out of it.
"Sam!" Dean said running over to help pick him up off the ground.
"Sam? What is it?" I asked as he started to come to.
"Look, I didn't do anything to him." Andy said with his hands up.
"A woman. A woman burning alive."
"What else'd you get?" Dean asked him.
"A gas station, a woman is gonna kill herself."
"What does he mean, going to? What is he, what is –" Andy started but Dean cut him off.
"Shut up!" Dean yelled. Going back to Sam.
"She gets triggered by a call on her cell."
"When?" I 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 said standing up straight again and glaring at Andy.
"I didn't hurt anybody." Andy said innocently.
"Yeah, not yet." Sam said not taking his eyes off of him. Suddenly a fire truck flies past us.
"Go." Sam said to Dean and I. We ran back to the impala and began following the fire truck.
When we got there we were way too late. The lady was basically burnt toast. The fire department was just trying to control the fire at this point. Knowing she was a lost cause. Dean called Sam immediately.
"Hey, it's me. She's dead. Burned up, just like you said."
"When?" Sam asked.
"Like minutes before we got here! I mean the smell hasn't even cleared. What's up with your visions, man? This wasn't even a head start."
"I don't know, all right? I can't control them, I don't know what the hell is going on."
"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."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"What else is new? Well, we'll dig around here, see what else we can find."
Dean and I dug around for about an hour, we were on our way back to Sam.
"De…"
"Yeah?"
"Why is this happening to us?"
He sighed heavily and readjusted in his seat. Trying to come up with an answer.
"I don't know kiddo."
"De I'm scared… what if Sam's right. What if we're meant to be something horrible. What if we're evil? I mean who knows. I could wake up tomorrow and start having visions, or in 6 more years when I'm 22 also…"
"Em. Don't. Don't even go there. You and I both know you aren't evil, and neither is Sam. The guy's a freakin teddy bear. We just gotta take this one step at a time till we know what we're dealing with. Don't be scared. You're going to be fine, we all are."
Instead of responding I just scooted over and sat with his arm on the seat above my shoulders.
"Victim's name was Holly Beckett, forty-one, single." Dean announced to Sam and Andy as we got out of the car.
"Who is she?" I asked Andy.
"Never heard of her."
"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." I said.
"Andy, were you adopted?" Sam asked him.
"Well, yeah."
"You were? And you neglected to mention that?" Dean added.
"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-"
"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." Dean replied.
"Well, screw that." Andy said with a smile.
We made our way over to the county clerk at nightfall, trying to alert as few people as possible. Andy smoothed us in past the guards with no problems.
"Probably shouldn't have left you kids in here." The old guard mumbled as Andy handed him a cup of coffee and walked him out of the room.
"No, it'll all be fine. All right? Just go enjoy a cup of coffee." Andy said with a smile. I watched in amazement. This guy could totally come in handy.
"Awesome." Dean said grinning.
"I got it." Sam said getting all of our attention.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Yeah. Andy, it's true. Holly Beckett was your birth mother." Sam said looking at him with pity.
"Huh. Does anyone have a Vicodin?" Andy asked- hopefully joking.
"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."
"We believe you Andy." I said placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah." Sam agreed.
"But uh, who did?" Dean asked bringing us back to the main issue.
"I think I got a pretty good guess. Holly Beckett gave birth to twins." I said reading over the file in Sam's hands.
Poor Andy was sitting with his head in his hands, staring at the floor.
"I have an evil twin." He mumbled.
"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 explained. Andy didn't say anything.
"Andy, how you doin'? Still with us?" Dean asked him.
"Um. What was my brother's name?"
"Here. Um, Ansen Weems. And he's got a local address."
"He - he lives here?"
"Let's get a look at him. Got his picture coming off from the DMV right now." Dean said going and pulling a paper off of the printer. He froze for a second. His face scrunching up in confusion.
"Hate to kick you while you're freaked- but take a look at that."
HOLY SHIT.
"Andy…" I said placing a hand on his shoulder again, his shock evident.
"Alright come on, we gotta go… we gotta get to this guy before he hurts anyone else." Dean said pushing us towards the door.
"All right, Andy. Tell us everything you know about this guy." Sam said as we drove down the road.
"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?" Andy started to explain, but something else caught my attention. Sam was cringing and rubbing his eyes… he's fixing to have another one.
"Must have known you guys were twins. Why did he change his name? Why not just tell you the truth?" Dean asked.
"No idea." Andy said.
"Ahhh.." Sam cried out.
"Sam?" Dean asked. But he couldn't respond.
Dean pulled over and Sam continued screaming and holding his head, when the car stopped he reached for the door and struggled to open it, Dean and I were out in seconds in front of him.
"Sam? Sam! Sammy!" I yelled trying to get him to look up.
"Hey. Hey!" Dean said shaking his shoulders.
"Dean we gotta go… we gotta go now. He's fixing to do it again. He's got tracy." Sam said panicked. Andy's eyes got wide.
I climbed in the front seat while Sam held his head in his hands, rubbing his temples.
"Sammy… what can I do?"
"Nothing kiddo… its just gotta go away on its own."
"I'm sorry…" I whispered to him.
"For what Em?"
"That this is happening to you and not me… it should be me. You shouldn't have to go through this. It doesn't fit the pattern… I should have these, not you."
"Emily. I would rather have a hundred of these then let you have even one… seriously. Its not your fault, and even if it was I wouldn't be upset with you. I never want you to have to experience this." He whispered back.
"I love you Sammy." I said leaning over and wrapping my arms around his one big arm. He grabbed my hand and squeezed.
"I love you too Kiddo."
When we got close we parked and ran around to the trunk, ready to load up.
"Dean, you should stay back. Em stay with him just incase, I think me and you are the only ones immune here." Sam said.
"No argument here. Had my head screwed with enough for one day. I'll set up here with the sniper, just be careful down there."
"I'm coming with you." Andy said jumping out and following Sam.
"Andy, no."
"If it's Tracy out there ... then I'm coming." He said forcefully, there was no way from stopping him honestly. It was kinda romantic, but also kinda sad.
Dean and I set up above the bridge and watched carefully as Sam and Andy made their way to the car that held Weber/Weems and Tracy.
"Get out of the car! Now!" Sam said pistol whipping him. Andy instantly went to Tracy and pulled her out of the car.
"You really don't want to do this." Weems said glaring at Sam, Sam backhands him. He still doesn't move. Sam opens his door and pulls him out, pinning him face down on the pavement with a gun aimed at his head.
"Don't move. Don't move!" He warned. Andy ran over and put duct tape over Weems' mouth to prevent him from controlling anyone else, then he begins to kick him. But Sam pushes him away.
"No! No, Andy, let me handle this, all right?" Sam tried to convince him.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Andy yelled.
"No! I'll handle this, I'll handle this!" Sam said pushing him back. "Andy! Listen to me! Listen to me!"
Suddenly Weems turns and stares at Tracy, she quickly picked up a large stick and wacked Sam on the back of the head with it. He falls unconscious.
"Sam!" I said getting ready to run to him, but Dean caught my arm.
"No! Not yet… stay put for a minute." He whispered.
"Tracy, stop! I said STOP IT!" Andy said to her, she dropped the stick and backed away terrified. Andy turned to face Weems and he pulled the duct tape off. Guess he doesn't need to use his words.
Andy and Weems are having a discussion but I can barely make out the words, my eyes are glued on Sam. He's slowly starting to stir.
"The man with the yellow eyes." I briefly hear Weems say, catching me off guard and causing me to pay more attention.
"What are you talking about?" Andy asked him.
"He came to me. In my dream. 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! See, he's the one who told me that ... I had a brother. A twin."
"De…" I said worried.
"Shh.. I know. Just lay low, I'm gonna get repositioned." Dean said standing and laying the sniper on a large rock to stabilize it, sights set on Weems.
"Why did you kill our mother? Why? And why Dr. Jennings?" Andy asked him.
"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 'em do that, I couldn't let them get away with that. No."
I see Sam starting to stir again, and I moved a little more forward to get a better view and a better angle to shoot. SHIT. I snapped some branches, giving us away, I looked to Dean panicked. I looked back to see Weems looking up at us, smiling evily.
"I see you. Bye-bye." He said loud enough for us to hear, I couldn't understand what he was doing until I turned back to Dean and saw the barrel of his gun inches from my face.
"Dean… Dean, you have to stop… don't listen to him…" I begged shakily.
"Emily… Run… please. I'm begging you" he said with tears in his eyes struggling not pull the trigger, but I couldn't run if I wanted to, It wouldn't be fast enough. I know if I turn and break eye contact it'll give him the chance to pull the trigger, and Dean never misses.
"De… I can't." I whispered with tears forming in my own eyes. Dean fights hard against his body, but I know its useless.
"I'm sorry De…" I whispered closing my eyes, then I heard the shot. I was too afraid to open them. Wondering where I'd be. Am I going to heaven? Will I get to see Mom. Dad?
"Em.." I heard Dean's voice. I slowly opened my eyes to see him dropping the gun to the ground. He dropped to his knees in front of me and crushed me against his chest.
"I'm so sorry… God Emily, I- I'm so sorry." He said over and over again. I sat there shocked, unsure of what's just happened. It wasn't until I looked over and saw the gun in Andy's hand and Weems on the ground that I understood what happened. Andy- he saved us.
"Its okay… Its okay I'm fine Dean." I whispered, finally grasping the fact that I'm not dead.
It was daylight within the next couple of hours, emergency crews filled the roadway. Andy did his thing and covered for us all, as he walked away he stopped to look at Tracy, sitting in the back of an ambulance, she turned away from him. Andy's heart looked crushed.
"She won't even look at me." He said as he walked up to us.
"Yeah, she's pretty shaken up." Sam agreed.
"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." Andy admitted. Bless his heart. I walked up and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you Andy, for saving me, for saving us all." I whispered before kissing his cheek and letting go.
"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." Sam said handing him the paper.
"Wha- what am I supposed to do now?" Andy asked us lost.
"You be good, Andy. Or we'll be back." Dean warned. We walked away back towards Baby.
"Looks like I was right." Sam said.
"About what?" I asked.
"Andy. He's a killer after all." Sam said seriously.
"No, he's a hero. He saved his girlfriend's life, he saved my life." I quickly took up for him.
"Bottom line, last night, he wasted somebody."
"Yeah, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was just, he was pushed into that." Dean said.
"Weber was pushed too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death."
"What's your point, Sam?" I asked.
"Right circumstances, everyone's capable of murder. Everyone. 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? Quit worrying about it." Dean told 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. Emily can admit she's scared… why can't you."
"That was mind control! I mean, it's like, like, that's like being roofied, man, that doesn't count."
"What?"
"No. I'm, I'm calling do-over."
"What are you, seven?" I turned and asked him.
"Doesn't matter. Look, we've just gotta keep doing what we're doing, find that evil son of a bitch and kill it."
"Yeah, I guess." Sam answered full of doubt, when we reached Baby Dean's phone rang.
"Hello? Ellen. What's going on? Yeah, we'll be right there." Well… guess we're going to the roadhouse.
"De, can we get a room tonight, none of us has slept in like two days. We can meet Ellen in the morning."
"Yeah, I'm cool with that Kiddo."
We drove for a while and stopped round dinner at the diner in whatever town we were passing through, we ate and went to the closest motel, we each showered, washing off all the dirt and grime from the last couple of days, and I crawled into the warm comfy bed next to Sam. Dean was already snoring.
"Em…" Sam said softly, I turned over to face him.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry for freaking you out and adding more to your plate, I'm sorry I keep dragging you into all this. I just- I want answers. I wanna figure this thing out. I'm sorry about the other day with the doctor… I tried. I jus-"
"Sam.. stop." I interrupted him.
"Sam its okay… I want answers too. I'm confused as hell as to where you and I both fit into this thing. I'm scared. But I'll be damned if that pig headed snoring brother of ours is going to let anything happen us." I said causing Sam to giggle.
"Sam, its not your fault. I'm sorry I laid that on you. I just. Saw the bus, and the blood, and. I don't know. I just. I couldn't get it together. You did everything right. It wasn't you. It was me." I said sympathetically.
"Emily you need to tell me… I've gotta understand whats going on or I'm not gonna be able to help. Dean's not always gonna be there. Kiddo. Please. Talk to me. You used to tell me everything." He begged quietly.
I stared at him for a second. Tempted to reopen pandora's box and let myself remember. I can vaguely smell the burning of flesh. Taste the blood. Breathing in the hot dry air… it burns my throat.
"Sammy… please don't make me go back there again." I whispered never breaking eye contact.
"Where Em… what the hell happened to you?" he said reaching up and pushing my hair behind my ear. I could feel my hands starting to shake. I reached up and ran my hand through my hair.
"Sam… what she did. I can't. I've tried so hard to forget. I don't know If I can even say it… I can't even let myself think about it. Its like if I let myself remember I'll have to do it all over again. I can't. I can't do it Sammy." I pleaded with tears starting to fall.
"Whoa whoa whoa… Emily. Shhh. Come here." He pulled me against him and rubbed my back.
(Sam's POV)
I didn't even realizing her whole body was shaking until I pulled her against me. Every fiber of my being is dying to know. What happened. Who hurt her, what did they do? What could be so terrible that even the thought of it could make her hysterical. Every bit of my heart breaks as I feel her cry into my shoulder. I didn't want to upset her more. I shouldn't have asked, but. I need to know. How can I help her if I don't know?
I held her until she fell asleep, then I rolled over and tried to get in a few hours for myself.
When I woke up Emily was still passed out next to me, she looked so peaceful. Like when she was little. She was always so full of energy and always talking, always running around, always making faces to match her moods. But when she slept- her small beautiful face was so calm. So smooth. Even now she looks so calm. She goes through so much. Sees so much. Yet she still wakes up and makes the best of it all.
I slowly got up and got dressed, when I walked out Dean was coming back in the door with coffee.
"Hey. She still out?" he asked me.
"Yeah man, like a log."
"We'll let her sleep for a while. She needs it."
"Dean."
"Yeah?"
"I asked her to tell me last night."
"Tell you what?" He asked not catching on.
"Whatever the hell happened to her while I was gone." I said. He finally caught on and looked up to me. He just stared for a second and then looked down.
"What did she say…" He asked quietly.
"She begged me not to make her go back there, said she couldn't go through it again. Dean… Man. What the hell happened?"
"Sam you shouldn't have brought it up. She can't deal with it."
"Well obviously no one has pushed her do deal with it… I mean she can't go through the rest of her life afraid to even remember whatever it is that happened to her. She's got to get past this. You're not going to be there to help her forever."
"Sam. Stop. I realize that okay? But you don't understand… You didn't see her. I couldn't stand to be the one to make her feel like that all over again. I won't. It took weeks. Weeks. For Dad and I to pull her back. Yeah man I get it. She's got the panic attacks but they are NOTHING compared to what she went through. So I'm going to say this once, and hear me clearly. Don't ask her again. If there comes a time where I feel like you have to know. Then I'll tell you myself. Until then, leave it alone."
"Dean. She is my baby sister too. I love her just as much as you do! I have a right to know what the hell happened. I mean come on man! What the hell could be THAT bad that neither of you are willing to talk about it?!"
"Sam. Drop it. Last warning." He said giving me the "dad" look.
"Man… what the hell ever."
(Emily's POV)
I don't know what I missed this morning but both of my brothers have barely looked at or spoken to each other since I've been awake. I missed one hell of a fight if I had to guess. We got to the road house in about 2 hours and walked in to see Jo and Ellen setting up the bar for the day.
"Jo?" Ellen said as we walked in.
"Hmm?"
"Go pull up another case of beer."
"Mom..."
"Now. Please."
As Jo walked away the three of us took a seat at the bar, she poured Dean a beer and slid me a glass of water.
"So. You uh, you want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?" Ellen asked us.
"No. Not really. No offense, it's just kind of a family thing." Dean answered.
"Not anymore." She said as she dropped a stack of papers on the bar 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 answered.
"Sam..." Dean said as if telling him to shut his trap. I nervously sat with my lips sealed. Not sure what to think of this situation.
"Why?" Ellen asked not missing a beat.
"None of your business." Dean answered again.
"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."
"There are people out there, like Andy Gallagher, like me. And um Emily... we all have some kind of ability. Except Em… for now."
"Ability?" Ellen asked.
"Yeah. Psychic ability. 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. We aren't really sure how Emily and I fit into the pattern. Mom died when Emily was 6 months old and the Demon came. But, dad told us he came once before, when I was 6 months old too. No body died that night. But something- something left me with these abilities."
"What kind of plans?"
"We don't really know for sure." I finally spoke up joining the conversation.
"These people out there, these psychics - they dangerous?" She asked.
"No. Not all of them." Dean quickly answered.
"But some are. Some are very dangerous." Sam said glaring at Dean.
"Okay, how many of them 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 quickly cut in.
"What?" I asked confused.
"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." Then I slowly remembered him saying that Yellow Eyes came to him in a dream. Dammit.
"Which breaks pattern. So if there's any others like him, there'd be nothing in the system. No way to track 'em all down." Ellen said putting the pieces together. Yeah. Basically we have no fucking clue.
"And so who knows how many of 'em are really out there?" Dean asked.
"Jo honey?" Ellen said to Jo who had returned a few minutes ago.
"Yeah?"
"You'd better break out the whiskey instead."