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Anything But Normal
Part 16

September 2007

Liz stood behind the bar cleaning glasses while San and Dean were painting the walls. Guns n' Roses was blasting from the stereo. "Hey Lizzie, can I get a beer?" Dean asked, walking up to the bar.

"Yeah, sure." Liz handed him a bottle of Heineken. "So do you think we'll be ready to open in two weeks?"

"Yeah, we should be good to go."

"Ahh!" Sam yelled out in pain. He was on his knees holding his head.

"Sammy!" Dean ran over to his brother, followed by Liz.

Sam looked up at his brother, his brow furrowed and breathing heavily. "Gordon's out of prison."

"What?" Dean asked.

"What the hell just happened?" Liz asked.

Sam and Dean exchanged glances, as if questioning whether they should tell her. "I get visions of the future."

"What?" Liz asked, very confused.

"Every kid whose mother was killed in a nursery fire by the Yellow Eyed Demon has powers. Meaning you should too."

"Why the hell didn't you bring this up earlier?" Liz was still shocked, but also somewhat angry that they'd failed to talk to her about this earlier.

"We killed the Yellow Eyed Demon. We thought that was the end of the visions and this stupid destiny thing." Dean explained.

The trio sat at a table while Sam and Dean explained everything they knew, though it wasn't much. "So why were we chosen?" Liz asked.

"We don't know." Sam answered.

"Why didn't Dean get powers?"

"We don't know. Though personally, I'm okay with not being a psychic freak." Dean answered. Sam looked like he wanted to say something, but didn't.

"How can we be stopped from turning evil?"

"We don't know. Like I said, we don't know that much." Sam told her.

"But we do know that you should have your own ability." Dean told her.

"When we were in LA you had a dream every night about Gavin. The night he died was exactly like the dream, wasn't it?"

"Yeah." Liz answered quietly, staring at the tabletop.

"So you have the same power Sam does?" Dean asked.

"No, I never had the dream after you left."

"So then what is you ability? Sam asked.

Liz looked back to the bar. She focused on Dean's abandoned beer and moved to the table they were sitting at, without physically moving.

"Now that's what I call service. Thanks, Carrie." Dean said, referring to the 70's horror flick.

"And that's it? Your powers haven't advanced or anything?" Sam asked.

"No, why? Can they advance?"

"Yeah, when you get really into it you can do almost anything." Sam answered.

"No. Well, once. There was this kid Max. He was telekinetic too. I was locked in a closet and I was able to use his power to get out. That was about a year and a half ago."

"So why haven't you tried to advance your powers?"

"We think they could make you more evil."

"That's a comforting thought. So you said there were other kids like us. Where are they?"

"Dead. Max killed himself. Andy killed Webber. Ava killed Lily and Andy. Jake killed Ava." Sam said quickly, staring at the table.

"So where's Jake?" Liz asked cautiously. She could tell Sam was uncomfortable with this subject. Sam squirmed a bit in his seat, but didn't answer. "You killed him, didn't you?" Liz asked softly.

"He was going to kill Ellen, Bobby, Dean, and I."

"So let me get this straight. The kid with my power, Max, killed himself. You killed Jake who killed Ava who killed Lily and also Andy who killed Webber."

"Hell of a chain reaction, isn't it?" Dean commented.

"Tell me about it. So we were meant to be killers." Liz sighed.

"Yeah." Sam sighed.

"That doesn't mean you will be." Dean said.

"But it looks like there's a damn good chance." Liz said cynically.

"It also looked like there was a damn good chance that you would spend your whole life in North Dakota serving coffee, have 2.5 kids, a white picket fence, and a mini-van. Doesn't mean it's gonna happen." Dean said firmly.

"Point taken. So these visions, you said that they're usually connected to the Yellow Eyed Demon or one of the special kids. What was your vision?"

Dean wanted to punch himself. They'd gotten so caught up in telling Liz everything that he'd forgotten about Sam's vision.

"Gordon Walker. Ever heard of him?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. He used to come around here a bit. Heard he got locked up."

"Yeah, we put him there. He wants to kill us before we turn evil." Sam explained. "My vision was of him torturing some girl. If I had to guess, she is one of us."

"How do we find her?" Liz asked.

"I don't know."

"Come on, Sammy. Isn't there usually some sort of sign that you can track down or something?"

"Yeah. Usually. But not today. I saw a blue Honda, didn't see a license plate. I couldn't even get a glimpse of the girl. I just saw a dark room. Pretty much empty."

"How are we supposed to find her when you don't even have a clue how to?"

"I have no idea." Sam sighed, running a hand through his shaggy dark hair.

A/N: Alright, this chapter was supposed to be about twice as long, but as it turns out, I just don't have time. I'm going on vacation tomorrow morning, and I didn't want to make you guys wait a week for an update, so here we are. Tell me what you think!