Please tell me, please tell me why
My car is in the front yard,
and I'm sleeping with my clothes on
Came in through the window last night
And you're gone
Gone
It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy
'Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me
SIMON SAID
Somewhere in Nebraska
It was 9 o'clock at night, we were driving down some deserted highway, mist all over the place. All I could think about was that I would take some dingy motel room and couple hours of good rest over having to listen to Dean and Sam debating our next move, which they were doing, again, in the front seat.
Dean had gone to collect Sam from the bathroom at the last gas station we'd been at, and they'd been at it ever since. Sam thought he was having another premonition about a man going into a gun store, shooting someone, and then committing suicide. Dean wasn't convinced, so was arguing. Just another day in Winchester land.
"I don't know, man, why don't we just chill out, think about this." Dean said, looking at his brother, concerned.
"What's there to think about?" Sam asked, shutting off the radio which had been barking at us for the last twenty miles.
"I just don't know if going to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea." Dean said.
"Dean, it's another premonition. I know it. This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where." Sam argued.
"Yeah, man, but..." Dean was really hesitant on this one, I could see it in the set of his jaw. I wondered what was going on inside that head of his.
"Plus it could have some connection with the demon. My visions always do." Sam pointed out.
"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 said worriedly, and there it was.
"So I'm a freak now?" Sam asked, offended.
Dean laughed and slapped Sam on the thigh. "You've always been a freak." Sam didn't look convinced, going back to sulking. Dean sighed and gunned the engine, I noted that we were still heading in the direction of the Roadhouse.
Harvelle's Roadhouse
Nebraska
The Roadhouse was a hive of activity when we got there, trucks parked out front, even a couple of bikes which I eyed off with a sigh. Dean noticed the look and came over to slide his hands around my waist, leaning me back against him, chin on my shoulder.
"How about we swing past Idaho at some point?" He asked, referring to my own bike which had been locked up in storage for the better part of a year. I bit my lip, that part of me seemed a million miles behind me.
"Yeah, maybe." I said thoughtfully, I'd actually just been considering selling the thing, but I couldn't bring myself to, so it just sat in storage waiting for the day when I came to collect it.
"You ok?" He asked, picking up on the tension building inside me.
"Yeah, I guess. Just a little tired." I said, leaning back into him some more.
He placed a few hot kisses in the crook of my neck and I smiled.
"We'll find a place to stop for a few days soon." He said, pulling back and placing his hand at the small of my back to guide me toward the bar. "Now, you're not going to go all green-eyed on Jo are you?" He asked, and I raised an eyebrow. The last few times we'd been to the Roadhouse, the blonde had been discreet, but it was still clear as day that she had a growing crush on Dean.
"Who me?" I asked innocently and he shook his head with a chuckle.
I stopped in front of the bar's entrance to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Well now that depends," I said with a smile.
"On what?" Dean asked, stepping beside me and opening the door.
"On whether she bested my score on the game while we were away," I smirked. Jo and I had a little ongoing rivalry now over an arcade shooter game in the bar.
Dean shook his head with a smile and went first into the bar. A couple of men looked up at our arrival, but for the most part it was as if we were ignored. Of course we weren't, people just didn't make it obvious they were assessing the newcomers on the scene.
I headed for the bar, almost running into Jo as she walked past with an empty tray.
"Oh hey Beth," she smiled and I smiled back at her. She looked over at Dean and raised her eyebrow. "Just can't stay away, huh?" She said to him.
I rolled my eyes behind her back at Dean and he looked at me with a warning glance. "Yeah, looks like. How you doing, Jo?"
Sam pushed in behind us, looking anxious and hurried. "Where's Ash?" He interrupted.
"In the back room." Jo said with a frown.
"Great..." Sam muttered brushing past us all and heading for the back room.
"And... I'm fine..." Jo muttered looking back at him.
"Sorry, he's... we're... kind of on a bit of a timetable," Dean said, looking slightly uncomfortable with the blonde's stare. I chuckled and followed Sam, glancing back to see Dean shuffle his feet and then make his excuses, walking toward me.
Ash had a sign on the door which always made me laugh, because he was far from what it claimed. At the moment it read: "Dr Badass is: IN" but it could be interchanged with "out" when he wasn't in the room.
"Ash?" Sam knocked on the door. "Hey, Ash?" There was no response.
I shook my head and stepped up to the door, knocking a couple of times and looking at the boys. "Hey, Dr. Badass?" I said and the door was opened almost immediately.
Ash opened the door just a crack to look out at us, he was completely butt naked, and I quickly averted my eyes – I didn't want to see that.
"Sam? Dean? Beth? The three amigos." Ash said with a smile, nodding at Sam.
"Hey Ash. Um. We need your help." Sam said quietly to him.
"Well, hell then. Guess I need my pants." Ash said with a grin, not moving.
"Pants would be good." I prompted, nodding. The door shut, leaving us in the hall.
I sighed. Well if I wasn't getting any sleep, I was going to have a drink.
I'd grabbed us all a beer while we waited for Ash to get dressed and join us. We were now sitting in a much more deserted bar as the night wore on.
Ash had his laptop open on a table and Sam was sitting across from him. I was on his other side looking over his shoulder while Dean paced behind us.
"Well, I got a match. It's the logo from the Blue Ridge bus lines in Guthrie, Oklahoma." Ash said, looking at the symbol Sam had described to us, now up on the screen.
"OK. Do me a favour – check Guthrie for any demonic signs or omens, or anything like that?" Sam asked.
"You think the demon's there?" Ash questioned, tapping away on his laptop.
"Yeah, maybe." Sam said.
"Why would you think that?" Ash asked.
"Just check it, all right?" Dean asked impatiently. Ash threw him a look with attitude, but he didn't argue, bringing up the demon tracking software he'd created.
"No sir, nothing. No demon." Ash said after a few seconds of checking the screen.
"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." Sam said, leaning forward.
Ash looked a little startled and Dean glanced around to see if we had been overheard. The only person anywhere near us was Jo, cleaning a table and watching us curiously.
"OK, now that is just weird, man. Why the hell would I be looking for that?" Ash asked with a frown.
Sam slid his untouched beer across to Ash with a knowing look.
"Because there's a PBR in it for ya." He said.
"Give me thirty minutes." Ash said with a determined look, taking the beer in hand.
Twenty minutes later I was looking at the dartboard with a bit of consideration. Sam was with me, and we were arguing the rules of our old dart game we'd created as teens.
"No, I'm fairly certain it was the red sections that doubled the score Sam," I said, frowning.
"No way, it was the black Beth." Sam argued.
"Well red makes more sense," I muttered and Sam looked at me curious.
"How do you figure?" He smirked.
I shook my shoulders. "Red is faster?" I asked, with an uncertain look. Frankly it just looked better to me.
"No, red was for deficit remember? You hit a red and you lose half your points?" I sighed, looking at all my darts firmly embedded in red squares.
"Whatever," I muttered. Sam laughed and pulled the darts out.
Suddenly there was the sounds of REO Speedwagon's Can't Fight This Feeling playing over the jukebox. I glanced back to see Jo step back and cast a look over at Dean who was sitting at the bar. Dean looked up from his beer with a curious expression on his face.
Jo picked up a tray from the table beside her and walked over, putting it on the bar and looking over at Dean. I shook my head at Sam with a smile.
"What?" Jo asked, looking at Dean's expression.
"REO Speedwagon?" Dean asked with an amused tone.
"Damn right REO. Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart." Jo said with a nod, tapping her chest once.
"He sings it from the hair. There's a difference." Dean said taking a sip of his beer.
Jo paused, casting a glance over at her mother, who was at the other end of the bar, cleaning glasses. "That profile you've got Ash looking for?" Jo said, moving toward him.
"Hmm." Dean nodded.
"Your mom died the same way, didn't she? A fire in Sam's nursery?" This caught my attention and I frowned at Sam, interest in our game suddenly gone – his expression showed the same thing. He walked off to sit with Ash again, and wait out the remainder of the search, while I paused, watching the interaction between Jo and Dean.
"Look, Jo, it's kind of a family thing." Dean said in response to Jo's question.
"I could help." Jo offered with a smile. I wandered over to the bar, standing a few feet behind Dean and finishing off my beer.
"I'm sure you could. But we've got to handle this one ourselves." Dean said, shifting in his chair. "Besides, if I ran off with you I think your mother might kill me." He looked up and smiled nervously at Ellen, who was looking over at them, she gave him a confused look because she couldn't quite hear what was being said. Jo glanced back at her and I put my empty bottle on the bar with a bit of a thud, Dean's back stiffened.
"You're afraid of my mother?" Jo asked with a raised eyebrow, looking at Dean.
Dean glanced at Ellen and chuckled. "I think so." He said with a smile. He then looked back at where I was leaning casually on the bar. "I'm more scared of her though." He admitted with a nod in my direction and I tilted my head with a little smile.
Sam came hurrying up behind Jo, looking at us both urgently. "We have a match. We've gotta go!"
"All right." Dean said pushing away from the bar. He looked at the blonde who appeared disappointed. "See ya later Jo."
We moved toward the door and then I heard Jo's voice call out. "Hey Beth! You forgot to check the scores." I narrowed my eyes and figured she'd beaten my score. I glanced over at the machine but Dean was pulling on my arm with a chuckle. I grinned and waved at her.
"Next time!" I called back with a smile and she waved, returning the smile. She wasn't that bad of a kid, I didn't mind her, couldn't have been easy growing up the way she did either. I looked at Dean's ass as he headed for the Impala, and I couldn't exactly begrudge her little crush either, not one little bit.
Half an hour later we were rocketing down the highway toward Oklahoma.
Sam and Dean were in the front seat, like most days, and Dean was singing acapella.
"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..." I reached forward and hit him in the back of the head, getting a glare from him in the mirror.
"You're kidding, right?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. I actually liked the song, definitely didn't mind it coming out of Dean's mouth, but there was still that little green monster digging around in me.
Dean grimaced. "I dunno, I can't get it out of my head!" He turned to Sam, changing the subject. "Whaddya got?"
Sam was flipping through a stack of papers, reading. "Andrew Gallagher. Born in '83, 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, leaning forward.
"Sure looks like it." Sam answered.
"How did you even know to look for this guy?" Dean asked, glancing over.
"Every premonition I've had, if they're not about the demon they're about the other kids the demon visited. Like Max Miller, remember him?" Sam asked. I grimaced, how could I forget, he'd nearly killed Dean, I shuddered just thinking about it.
"Yeah, but Max Miller was a pasty little psycho," Dean said, obviously not affected by the memory.
"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 said.
"How do we find him?" I asked, looking at Sam.
"Don't know. No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills - phone, credit, utilities..." Sam said, looking at a couple of the printouts.
"Collection agency flags?" Dean asked.
"None in the system." Sam said.
"They just let him take a walk?" Dean said, frowning. That didn't sound right.
"Seems like it." Sam said with a shrug. "There's a work address from his last W-2, about a year ago. Let's start there."
Coffee Shop
Guthrie, Oklahoma
I grinned, looking over at Dean and Sam in their fancy suits, sitting at the table getting coffees poured for them by a waitress. I adjusted my own jacket and skirt, glancing up at the specials board, debating whether I was hungry or not.
"You won't get anything out of Andy, guys. I'm sorry, but they never do." The waitress said, stepping back from pouring the coffee.
"'They'?" Sam asked, curious.
"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 said, looking at them both. I decided I wasn't hungry and joined in the conversation.
"Actually we're lawyers. Representing his Great Aunt Leta." I said, taking a seat next to Dean.
Dean nodded. "She passed, God rest her soul, and left Andy a sizable estate."
"Yeah." Sam agreed. "So are you a friend of his... Tracy?" Sam made it a point to look at her name tag.
"I used to be, yeah. I don't see much of Andy any more." She said, looking a little sad.
"Andy?" A red haired bus boy asked, walking past and overhearing the conversation. "Andy kicks ass, man." He said, sitting down at our table with a smile.
"Is that right?" Dean asked, looking curious.
"Yeah. Andy can get you into anything. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once, it was beautiful, bro." He was just a little too comfortable sitting at a customer's table, leaning forward and chatting like we were old friends, I looked at Dean and saw he had an amused look on his face too, I wasn't the only one who thought this was odd.
"How about bussing a table or two, Webber?" Tracy asked, giving him a pointed look.
"Yeah. You bet, boss." Webber stood up, grabbing Dean's empty coffee cup and walking away.
"Look, if you want to find him, try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a barbarian queen painted on the side." Tracy informed us with a smile.
"Barbarian queen?" Dean asked.
"She's riding a polar bear." Tracey said with raised eyebrows. "It's kind of hard to miss." Indeed.
Orchard Street
Guthrie, Oklahoma
Dean pulled the Impala up near the aforementioned van, you definitely couldn't miss it. Dark blue, well detailed, and with the barbarian queen on it,polar bear and all. I tried to decide if actually liked the warrior woman or whether it served to put women's rights back about fifty years. I couldn't arrive at an answer.
"I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet." Dean said, staring at it in the side mirror.
Sam was sitting silently in the front seat, looking pensive. I frowned.
"What's wrong Sam?" I asked, reaching forward to pat his shoulder.
"Nothing." Sam replied, but his expression didn't change.
"Sam, you look like you're sucking on a lemon, what's going on?" Dean said with a smirk.
"This Andrew Gallagher, he's the second guy like this we've found, Dean. Demon came to them when they were kids, now they're killing people." Sam said, looking a little worried, I suppose he had a right to be a little worried about that – so far the odds weren't weighing in our favour, but still, John had always taught me not to read into things that weren't there, so I tried to keep that in mind.
"We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, ok? He could be innocent." I said reassuringly.
"My visions haven't been wrong yet," Sam said firmly, looking over at me.
Dean sighed and exchange a brief glance with me. "What's your point?"
"My point is, I'm one of them." Sam said, nodding at the van.
"No, you're not." Dean argued.
"Dean, the demon said he had plans for me and children like me," Sam said.
"Yeah?" Dean asked, not buying into where Sam was headed with this discussion.
"Yeah, maybe this is his plan, maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks, maybe we're all supposed to be — " He stopped, not finishing the sentence.
"What, killers?" Dean said it for him.
"Yeah," Sam sighed.
"So the demon wants you out there killing with your minds, is that it? Oh give me a break." Dean scoffed. I nodded.
"You're not a murderer, Sam! You don't have it in your bones," I said, looking at him.
"No? Last I checked, I kill all kinds of things." Sam argued, still looking pensive and anxious.
"Those things were asking for it. There's a difference." Dean stated simply and I shook my head at his simplicity.
We all fell silent, lost in our own thoughts. Dean went back to staring into the mirror at the van behind us, I was watching Sam, wondering about what he'd said.
Suddenly the door to a house nearby opened and a young man walked out wearing pyjamas and a black long satin robe embroidered with dragons.
"Got him." Sam said, nodding at the man.
A window above him opened and a beautiful leggy blonde sat on the window sill, half naked, and waving down to him with a smile. Andy looked up at her and blew her a kiss. He turned and started walking, greeting a man on the street. We watched as the man handed him his coffee and kept walking. I frowned, that was weird. Andy reached the end of the street and met an older dark-skinned man, shaking his had and smiling as they talked.
"That's him," Sam said quickly. "That old guy, that's him, that's the shooter."
"All right, you keep on him, we'll stick with Andy. Go." Dean said and Sam scrambled to get out of the car and I climbed in the front taking his place.
Andy got in his van and drove off, Dean put the car into gear and followed. We went down a few streets and then Andy stopped the van in the middle of the road. Dean and I exchanged a curious glance, coming to a stop and he picked up the gun between us on the seat, tucking it into his jacket.
"Hey!" Andy said in a friendly tone, coming up to talk to Dean through his open window.
"Hey, hey," Dean said with an uncomfortable smile.
"This is a cheery ride." Andy said, looking over the Impala with appreciation.
Dean nodded, smiling from ear to ear. "Yeah, thanks."
"Man, the '67? Impala's best year if you ask me. This is a serious classic." I frowned, this hardly looked like a cold-blooded killer talking to us.
"Yeah." Dean agreed, still smiling. "You know, I just rebuilt her too."
"Yeah?" Andy asked.
"Yeah, can't let a car like this one go." Dean said, shaking his head.
"Damn straight." Andy nodded, then he looked at Dean. "Hey. Can I have it?" I balked, was he serious?
"Sure, man." Dean said without hesitation.
"What? Dean!" I said, reaching out for him.
"It's ok," Andy said to me, "you want to come for a ride with me?"
Suddenly I felt like yeah, that was a great idea. Let's go for a ride, enjoy the day. "Uh, yeah, yeah that would be great." I said with a smile.
Dean nodded, smiling and got out of the car.
"Sweet," Andy smiled, getting into Dean's vacated seat.
"Hop right in there. There ya go." Dean said, closing the door behind him.
"Take it easy," Andy said with a smile.
"All right," Dean smiled back. Then Andy put the car into gear and drove off. I looked back at Dean standing in the middle of the street. He looked confused, but that was ok, he often did.
"Sooo..." Andy said with a smile, "What's your name?"
"Beth," I answered, sitting back in my seat with a smile. "So where are we going?"
"Anywhere you want to go," Andy said with a suggestive look.
I started to feel a little hazy, and shook my head, frowning. I looked around and had to wonder, where had Dean gone?
"Uh, where's Dean?" I asked, confused.
Andy looked over and tilted his head. "Don't worry about him. We're going to have a little fun, all right? Just relax, you don't need to worry, you'll enjoy it."
I nodded, feeling a calm wash over me all of a sudden, I could use a little fun in my life, this sounded like a great idea.
We were driving down main street and I saw Sam standing by the side of the road, watching as the Impala caught his eye. I stuck my head out the window and waved at him with a smile. "Hi Sam!"
He turned to stare, mouth hanging open as we kept driving down the street.
Dean's POV
My phone was ringing and I answered it, hoping to god it was Beth. It wasn't.
"Dean!" Sam's voiced came over the phone at me urgently. "Andy's got the Impala! Beth was with him!"
"I know!" I shouted back, starting to panic. "He just sorta asked me for it and I, I let him take it."
"You what?" Sam asked.
"He full-on Obi-wanned me. It's mind control man! And he took Beth with him!" I was furious, when I found that little upstart I was gonna kick his ass. "So help me Sam if he does anything to her I will kill him, I will kill him with my own bare hands! Where are you?"
"A block from where you left me." Sam said and I nodded to myself hanging up the phone. I started jogging back toward the main street, wondering just where on earth we were going to start looking for Beth.
I found Sam by the dead body of the guy he'd identified as the shooter – apparently he'd just been hit by a bus. Sam looked like he was sucking on a lemon again. I crouched down, looking at the body as it was being zipped into a body bag.
"I kept him out of the gun store," Sam said, frowning. "I thought he was ok. I thought he was past it, at least..." He trailed off, doing the whole pained Sammy kicking himself routine. "I should have stayed with him."
"Yeah well... you didn't. We know better now. So pull yourself together man, we gotta find Beth." Sam nodded and stood up.
I looked up and down the street. "Which way did they go?" Sam pointed and we started to jog along the pavement.
We were three blocks down when I heard her.
"Dean!" Beth called out from behind me. She rounded a corner and was jogging back toward us.
"Jesus, Beth!" I said, running up to her. "Are you ok? Did he do anything to you?" I asked, checking her over. She shook her head, looking dazed.
"No... I'm fine." She said, grabbing at my arms, looking at me with relief. "We were just driving along and then he got this call, and he freaked out and pulled over, told me to get out. What happened, where did you go?"
I sighed and pulled her into my arms, the reality of what had just happened, and what might have happened starting to seep into my bones.
"He's using mind control." Sam said, frowning and Beth looked surprised, but then the realisation hit her too and I saw the same horror I was feeling cross her face. She turned to me and looked up, those big brown eyes of chocolate speaking volumes. I sighed again, leaning my forehead against hers. How was I going to keep her safe now?
We found the Impala ten minutes later, parked down a side street. For the second time today I felt my heart skip a beat.
"Thank god!" I said, crossing the road quickly, pulling Beth with me by the hand. "Oh, I'm sorry baby. I'll never leave you again." I said to the car, running my free hand along the roof. I looked in the window, turning back to Beth and Sam with a smile. "Well at least he left the keys in it."
"Yeah." Sam smirked. "Real Samaritan, this guy." Beth stifled a laugh.
"Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose, he's got to use verbal commands." I said, leaning against the car.
"The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus." Sam said, looking pained. "Andy must have called him or something."
"I don't know Sam, I don't remember him making a phone call," Beth said with a frown.
"Well maybe he made it before he stopped you guys... or after he dropped you off," Sam said, reaching.
"I don't know," I said, thinking about the time lapse.
"Beg your pardon?" Sam asked, looking at me. I frowned at him.
"I just don't know if he's our guy, Sam," I answered him, something didn't sit right with me in my gut.
"Dean, you had O.J. convicted before he got out of his white Bronco and you have doubts about this?" Sam asked incredulously.
"He just doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type, that's all. You know, had he done anything to Beth... well I'd kill him myself, but he let her go. The car's ok too." I reasoned, then I looked at him with a stare. "And O.J was guilty!"
Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. "Either way, how are we going to track this guy down?"
"Well he's not exactly driving an inconspicuous ride." I pointed out and Sam had to agree, I was totally right on that one. Next to the Impala, it was the next best thing I'd seen in town.
Beth's POV
The van we found parked in a quiet neighbourhood after about an hour of driving around. Dean was right on to it as we approached from the back.
"Let's take a look," Dean said pulling out the small crowbar he had hidden in his jacket. He pried open the back door and we all gaped at the interior. It was a like something out of the 80s... or a porn show... maybe an 80s porn show.
There was a bed, decked out in fur rugs, a beaded curtain separated the cab from the rear, a magnificent tiger painting on the wall, some few thick first edition books, all topped off with an honest-to-goodness disco ball hanging from the ceiling spinning around and shining light over the interior.
"Oh. Oh come on. This is... this is magnificent, that's what this is," Dean breathed a big sigh of appreciation and I shook my head in amusement. Those fur rugs did look very tempting though, I filed that away for a later date casting an appraising eye at Dean.
Dean was still admiring the van. "Not exactly a serial killer's lair, though. There's no clown paintings on the walls, or scissors stuck in victims' photos." He pointed out.
"I like the tiger," I said with a grin and Sam rolled his eyes, looking over the books.
"Hegel, Kant, Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading." Sam said back at us.
"Yeah, and uh, and Moby Dick's bong." Dean said picking up the biggest bong I'm sure we'd ever seen and holding it out for us to see.
Hours later and we were still waiting for Andy to come back for the van. I'd taken a walk around the corner and returned with a few things to eat. Sam had gone off to get paperwork on the man who had been hit by a bus. Now we were in the waiting zone. Dean finished off the remains of a burger and grunted, tossing the foil wrapper into the bag I had on the back seat for trash.
"Ugh. You know, one day I'd love to just sit down and eat something that we didn't have to microwave at a minimart." Dean grumbled. I looked at my own sandwich and kind of agreed.
Sam wasn't listening, completely absorbed in whatever he was reading.
"What I don't get is the motive. I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean, why would Andy waste him?" Sam asked.
"If it is Andy," Dean said, still not convinced.
"Dude, enough." Sam grumbled at him.
"What?" Dean asked, looking over at him.
"The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus. Andy just happens to have the power of mind control. You do the math." Sam said.
Dean shrugged and I was inclined to agree with him. "I just don't think the guy's got it in him, that's all." Dean said, turning around to look at me. I shrugged, I wasn't completely sold on it either way, but there was the puzzling issue that I hadn't seen him make a call while I'd been in the car with him.
"Well, how the hell would you know? I mean, why are you bending over backwards defending him? He took off with Beth in the car!" Sam said stubbornly.
"Because you're not right about this!" Dean said, shaking his head.
"About Andy?" Sam asked.
Suddenly someone slammed their hands down in the open window next to Sam. We all jumped, none of us having seen him. Andy was looking in at us all.
"Hey! You think I haven't seen you guys? Why are you following me?" Andy asked.
Sam looked calmly at Andy. "Well, we're lawyers. See a relative of yours has passed aw-"
"Tell the truth!" Andy shouted and his words seemed to echo around in my head.
"That's what..." Sam started only to be interrupted by Dean.
"We hunt demons!" Sam looked at Dean shocked, and I leaned forward nodding at Andy.
"Demons and Spirits! Things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch." I chimed in, suddenly feeling the urge to spill my guts to this guy.
"Sam here, he's my brother, and this is my girl, Beth." Dean said, words just spilling out of his mouth.
"Dean, shut up!" Sam said looking at us both furiously.
"I'm trying." Dean said, looking at Sam a little panicked.
"Sam's psychic," I said, looking over at Andy. "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." I couldn't stop the words running out of my mouth, no matter how hard I tried, it was like a well that had been tapped and it was all gushing out.
"I hope to hell that he's wrong about that," Dean added, smiling uncomfortably. "but I'm starting to get a little scared that he might be right." I gaped at Dean, he'd never told me that before. Sam was frowning at us both, shocked.
Andy looked stunned. "OK, you know what? Just leave me alone."
"OK," Dean and I agreed in unison, Dean cringed and grabbed his forehead, I sat back in the car, a little freaked out at everything that had just come out of our mouths.
Sam glared at us both and got out of the car, stalking Andy down the street.
I looked out the back window, we could hear the exchange through the windows.
"What are you doing? Look, I, I said leave me alone. All right? Get out of here, just start driving and never stop." Andy tried to work his mind control on Sam but it wasn't working.
"Doesn't seem to work on me, Andy," Sam said.
"What?" Andy asked, confused.
"You can make people do things, can't you? You can tell them what to think." Sam asked, walking closer.
Dean and I got out of the car and started after them, but Sam held up a hand to us, warning us to stay back.
"That...that's crazy." Andy said with a laugh.
"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." Sam was speaking quickly to the man, pensive facial expression.
Andy was freaking out, his hands to his head as he tried to process what Sam was saying.
"How do you know all this?" He asked.
"Because the same thing happened to me, Andy. My mom died in a fire, too. I have abilities too. You see, we're connected, you and me." Sam said and Andy grabbed his head.
"You know what? Just, just, just, just get out of here, all right?!" Andy said, panicked.
"Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?" Sam asked, Andy looked shocked.
"What?!" Andy asked, mouth open.
Suddenly Sam cringed, staggering back, he kept trying to look at Andy, but he was also getting a vision. Dean and I exchanged worried glances starting to walk closer.
"Why did you kill him?" Sam asked Andy.
"I didn't!" Andy said, and then Sam gasped, grabbing at his head. I was running toward him, ignoring the obviously danger of Andy standing right there.
Dean was right beside me and he caught Sam as he collapsed from the vision. Together we lowered him to the pavement.
"Sam? What is it?" I asked, hovering over him, worried.
"Look, I didn't do anything to him," Andy said, crouching beside us.
"A woman. A woman burning alive." Sam muttered. Dean frowned.
"What else'd you get?" He asked.
Sam gasped. "A gas station, a woman is gonna kill herself."
"What does he mean, going to? What is he, what is - " Andy was wide-eyed, taking this all in.
"Shut up!" Dean ordered him, still looking at Sam.
"She gets triggered by a call on her cell." Sam said
"When?" I asked.
"I don't know," Sam muttered. Dean and I helped Sam to his feet, I was fussing over him, checking out his face, worried.
"But as long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch, he can't hurt her," Sam pointed out and we looked over at Andy.
"I didn't hurt anybody." Andy said to us.
"Yeah, not yet," Sam accused.
A fire engine raced past us all of a sudden, the sirens in full blare. I turned to look at it with curiosity, Dean frowned.
"Go," Sam nodded to both of us and we ran to get in the car and follow the fire engine. Andy tried to follow, but Sam was having none of that.
"No, not you. You're staying here with me." Sam said. Andy looked confused.
A few minutes later we were already at the scene, emergency vehicles everywhere. I pulled out my cell and dialled Sam.
"Hey, it's me. She's dead. Burned up, just like you said." I told Sam.
"When?" He asked.
"Like minutes ago, before we got here. The smell hasn't even cleared. What's up with your visions Sam? This wasn't even a head start!" I said.
"I don't know, all right? I can't control them, I don't know what the hell is going on." Sam said angrily.
"Listen, you were with Andy when this whole thing happened, so it can't be him, it has to be someone else doing this." I said, looking up at Dean.
"That doesn't make any sense," Sam said.
I laughed. "What else is new?" Dean was fidgeting and inclined his head toward the emergency workers. "Look, we're going to see what we can dig up here, we'll come get you soon."
I hung up and looked at Dean. A small moment of worry flashed in his eyes before he shut it away, trying to hide it. I sighed.
"This isn't good." I said to him and he shook his head.
"No... what the hell is Sammy mixed up in here?" He asked, I wished I had an answer for him.
Sam and Andy were where we left them, sitting on a truck talking when we got back. Dean pulled the Impala up and we both got out, walking around to the other men.
"Victim's name was Holly Becket, forty-one, single." Dean said to Sam and Andy.
"Who is she?" Sam asked Andy.
"I've never heard of her," Andy said, shaking his head.
"We called Ash on the way over here, he came up with something," I said, squinting in the sun. "Apparently Holly Becket gave birth when she was eighteen years old, back in 1983. Sam day you were born Andy," I said, looking at him.
"Andy, were you adopted?" Sam asked.
"Well, yeah." Andy said with a shrug.
"You were? And you neglected to mention that?" Dean asked.
"Never really came up. I mean, I never knew my birth parents, and like you said, my adopted mom died when I was a baby..." Andy looked between me and Dean. "Do you, do you think this Holly woman could actually be my mother?"
"I don't know." I said, shrugging. "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 said with a smile.
Ten minutes later we were standing in the county office storage room, Andy was talking to an elderly security guard, escorting him to the door.
"I probably shouldn't have let you kids in here," he said, worried.
"No, it'll all be fine. All right? Just go get a cup of coffee." The guard turned to leave and Andy waved his hand, continuing in a dramatic voice saying "These aren't the 'droids you're looking for."
Dean was grinning at him, and he looked over at me when Andy quoted one of our favourite movies. "Awesome!" He chuckled and I smiled, sifting through files.
"I got it," Sam said, holding up a file.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Yeah. Andy it's true. Holly Becket was your birth mother." Sam said, looking at the young man.
"Huh." Andy said, looking stunned. "Does anyone have a Vicodin?"
"Dr Jennings was her doctor, too, I mean he oversaw the adoption. You have a solid connection to both of them." Sam continued, reading the paperwork.
"Yeah, but I didn't kill them," Andy insisted.
"We believe you." Dean said.
"Yeah." Sam muttered but he didn't look completely convinced.
"Then who did?" I asked, voicing the question on everyone's minds.
"I think I got a pretty good guess." Sam said, looking up. "Holly Becket gave birth to twins."
Twenty minutes later Andy was looking shocked, sitting at the end of the table, hands on his head, staring straight ahead. Dean was pacing nearby at a printer waiting for some files to be faxed to us. He was a little worked up so I slipped over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist for a cuddle.
He didn't resist, I think we were both still reeling a little from having our heads messed with earlier. It was scary, looking back on it from the other side. I nuzzled my nose into the side of his neck and sighed contentedly.
"Mmm," Dean said, resting his chin on my head. "Think of the things I could get you to do with a skill like his," he mused, chuckling.
I smiled. "You don't need mind control to get me to do things for you Dean." I said quietly.
"True..." Dean said with a cheeky smile, "I don't know, all this Star Wars talk has got me thinking."
"About?" I asked.
"About you, in a Princess Leia outfit," he whispered in my ear. I chuckled.
"A New Hope or Return of the Jedi style?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, looking up at him. He smirked.
"What do you think?" He said with a smile, leaning down to kiss me. I leaned into the kiss with a soft moan.
After a few moments I pulled back. "Well, Halloween is only a few months away..." I said suggestively, "All kinds of costumes around then." He shook his head and kissed me again.
"I have...an evil... twin." Andy said suddenly, shocking us back into the present. Dean cleared his throat and pulled away from me regretfully.
"Holly put you and your brother up for adoption." Sam said, reading from the file he carried. "And you went to the Gallagher family, obviously, and your brother went to the Weems family from upstate."
"Andy, how you doing?" Dean asked, walking over to the guy. "Still with us?"
Andy looked stunned. "Um. What was my brother's name?"
"Here. Um, Ansen Weems. He's got a local address." Sam said.
"He lives here?" Andy asked, surprised.
The printer next to me started to whirr and spit out some pages. "Well, let's get a look at him. Got his picture coming from the DMV right now." I said.
Dean crossed to me, pulling out the papers and looking at them, his face turned to a look of surprise.
"Well, I hate to kick you while you're freaked," Dean said, looking at Andy. "But take a look at that." Dean handed the print out to Andy who looked shocked, almost like he was going to pass out.
I walked over to take a look, and I was staring at Webber, the bus boy from the coffee shop.
Impala
Dean was driving us through town, Andy was sitting in the back with me.
"All right, Andy. Tell us everything you know about this guy." Sam said, turning to look at us.
"Well, I mean, not much. I … Webber 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?" Andy said, and we all nodded. Sam winced, rubbing his eyes.
"He must have known you were twins. But why did he change his name? Why not just tell you the truth?" I asked, it made no sense.
"No idea," Andy said, shrugging.
"Aah!" Sam gasped.
"Sam?" Dean asked, looking at his brother worried.
Sam grabbed his head, groaning. Another vision, he started thrashing around.
"Sam?" I said reaching for him. "Dean pull over... Sam?!" Dean pulled the car to the side of the road and Sam clutched at the handle of his door, shoving it open. I jumped out and ran around to him, grabbing at his shoulders. "Sam!"
"The dam!" Sam muttered to me, and I looked at Dean. "It's Webber, he's got Tracy! He's going to make her jump." Dean helped me pull Sam back into the front seat and I returned to the back. Within minutes we were on our way to the latest vision's location.
Guthrie City Lake Dam
Dean pulled the Impala to a stop and we all circled around to the trunk, opening it to get weapons. I selected a long distance rifle and tested the sight on it.
"We should stay back," I said to Dean who was nodding.
"No argument here. Had my head screwed with enough for one day," He said grabbing the ammo, another rifle, and two handguns. He handed the handguns to Sam who nodded and walked around the side of the car, he was solemn and on a mission.
"I'm coming with you," Andy said, stepping in front of Sam.
"Andy, no." Sam said, shaking his head.
"Sam, that's Tracy out there, and I'm coming," Andy said resolutely.
I exchanged a worried look with Dean as we watched Sam and Andy head further along the road. We could see Webber's vehicle parked near the end where there was a spillway. The other side was a long drop into the dam.
"Be careful, don't get too close," Dean said to me, looking as I loaded the rifle in my hands.
"Yeah, you too," I smiled. We separated and headed into the woods that would lead us up along the ridge on the other side of Webber's car.
I reached the location we'd agreed on, and got myself comfortable among the bushes, using the gun to sight Sam and Andy as they approached the car at the end.
Dean was ahead of me, circling around to come from the other direction so we could cover both sides of the car, I could just make out his shadow as he moved through the trees, gaining ground quickly.
There was the sounds of a window shattering and I swung the gun around to sight Sam standing at the car, gun out, shouting at Webber. The sounds of their voices echoed up to me and I realised belatedly that Dean and I were not far enough away. I sighted him through the rifle, he was already in place. All we could hope for was to stay hidden and Webber not realise we were here.
"Get out of the car, now!" Sam yelled.
"You really don't want to do this." Webber tried to use his power on Sam, it had no effect and Sam backhanded him hard. Andy was at the other side of the car, opening the door and pulling Tracy out.
Sam opened Webber's door and pulled him out of the car, pinning him face down to the ground, the gun aimed at his head.
"Don't move. Don't move!" Sam said. Andy ran up with the duct tape we'd brought and stuck it over Webber's mouth. He reared back and then kicked his brother twice in the stomach. Sam struggled to stop Andy from his angry attack.
"No! No, Andy, let me handle this, all right?" Sam said.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Andy yelled at Webber.
Andy and Sam wrestled as the latter tried to calm Andy down. I gasped as suddenly Tracy picked up a piece of wood next to her and smashed it on Sam's head, dropping him to the ground.
I restrained myself, watching, waiting. Trying not to go off half-cocked and start shooting everyone down there other than Sam. Sam would be fine. Besides, Dean hadn't shot anyone yet, that was a pretty good indicator that I should wait.
Andy swung around, arm out to Tracy, talking to her, ordering her to stop. The girl backed away looking completely terrified of everyone around her.
Webber pulled the duct tape away and spat some blood out of his mouth.
"Practice, bro. If you'd just practice you would know. Sometimes you don't need to use your words. If you have to... all you need is this." Webber made the motion of tapping his head. "Sometimes the headache is worth it." I swallowed, apparently it didn't matter if we were within earshot or not, the situation had just gotten ten times worse.
Andy grabbed Webber in anger. "You're a twisted son of a bitch!"
"Back off, Andy. Or Tracy's gonna do a little flying." Webber threatened, and I looked up to see Tracy standing on the ledge overlooking the spillway.
"Aren't you Trace?" Webber asked, then looking at Andy. "I'm stronger than you. I can do it."
Andy relented. "Okay, okay. 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." Webber said.
"You're insane," Andy said, shaking his head.
"She's garbage! Man, they all are! We can, we can push them, we can make them do whatever we want!" Webber said.
"Are you really... are you really this stupid?" Andy asked, silencing Webber mid-tirade. "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 could see Sam starting to move and I breathed easier, finger still on the trigger.
"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..." Webber was talking.
"Who?" Andy asked.
"The man with the yellow eyes." Webber answered, I gasped and I thought for a moment that he was looking up at me.
"What are you talking about?" Andy asked, drawing Webber's attention.
"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 I had a brother. A twin." Webber explained.
"Why did you kill our mother? And why Dr. Jennings?" Andy asked.
"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. No." Webber said madly.
Webber suddenly turned, as if he sensed something. I looked up, curious, and saw him turn to look directly at Dean.
"I see you!" Webber yelled out and then there was a pause. Suddenly a searing pain hit my left shoulder, and I was thrown back against a tree. I had a moment to think I'd been shot when I realised what had happened. Webber had just had Dean shoot me! We were all in incredible danger! The game had just changed.
I groaned against the pain, telling myself it's just a flesh wound, pulling a cloth out of my jacket and using it to staunch the blood flow. I grabbed my rifle one-handed off the ground and tried to aim it, I couldn't do it, my left arm was limp at my side.
Suddenly there was the sound of a gun shot firing and I looked down on the scene below. Andy had just shot Webber in the back, he convulsed and fell to the ground. Within a minute my phone was ringing and I fell back against the tree in relief, I pulled it out of my pocket and answered it without even looking at who the caller was.
"I'm ok Dean." I said into the phone.
There was a string of curses in my ear as I groaned from the pain of my shoulder, then the sound of him crashing through the undergrowth of the woods to get to me.
"Jesus Christ!" He muttered when he reached me. I was leaning against the tree, feeling a little light headed. When he saw the bloody mess of my shoulder he grimaced, taking over and pressing another cloth against the one already there. I groaned with the pressure he put on it.
"Sorry..." he said, turning worried eyes to me.
"I can't believe you shot me." I said, feeling a little dizzy. Dean looked pained and tore a couple of strips off the bottom of his t-shirt to tie the make-shift bandage on my shoulder.
"I'm never gonna live this one down..." he muttered with a little smile.
"No way Jose..." I said, slurring my words a little. "That's going to leave a scar … it'll totally ruin my Leia costume!"
Dean rolled his eyes and kissed me. "Could've been your heart, that's where he wanted me to shoot you." My eyes widened and I thought about the amount of willpower it must have taken to just change his aim even that little bit.
"The Force is strong... with.. you." I muttered and then I felt that familiar black nothingness come over me as I passed out from the pain.
Hospital
I woke up in a hospital bed, Dean asleep in the chair next to me, one hand reaching out to the bed and resting on my arm. Sam and Andy were out in the hallway talking to the police.
When they saw me awake one of the police officers came in and looked at me.
"Hi, I'd like to ask you a few questions," she said, and I nodded.
"She already gave you her statement officer. Ansen Weems shot Beth, and then he shot himself. You all saw it happen." Andy said to her and I marvelled at how confident he sounded.
"Yeah, we did," the officer said, nodding, as if she'd just remembered the last few hours. She excused herself and left the room.
"You're getting better at that," I smiled and he looked proud.
Tracy walked past the window, looking in at us all, she turned to avoid us, the nurse showing her to another room.
"She won't even look at me," Andy said with a sigh.
"Yeah, she's pretty shaken up," Sam said.
Dean jerked awake at the voices all of a sudden, looking around to get his bearings. When he saw me awake he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't scare me like that," he said frowning, and my mind went to the last time we'd been in the hospital, this was getting to be a bad habit.
"Sorry." I said with a sympathetic look.
I looked back at Andy. "I'm sorry about Tracy," I said.
"I never used my mind thing on her before," Andy said sadly. "Before last night. She's scared of me now."
Sam patted him on the back, there were no words to comfort him.
"Here Andy, I wrote down my cell. You don't have to be alone in this, all right? If anything comes up, just call." Sam said, handing Andy a piece of paper with his number.
"What am I supposed to do now?" Andy asked, wide-eyed.
"You be good, Andy." Dean said sternly, sitting on the side of the bed with me. "Or we'll be back."
I frowned at Dean, thinking it was a little over the top. Andy gulped and said his good byes, leaving the three of us alone.
"Looks like I was right," Sam said as he watched Andy walk away.
"About what?" I asked.
"Andy. He's a killer after all." Sam said with a sigh.
"No, he's a hero. He saved his girlfriend's life, he saved my life." I looked up at Dean, wide-eyed.
Dean turned to me with a shrug. "Webber had me point the gun at myself after I shot you," he explained, I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to think about it.
"Bottom line, last night, he wasted somebody." Sam said.
"Yeah, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was just, he was pushed into that." Dean said.
"Webber was pushed too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death." Sam pointed out, not letting up.
"What's your point Sam?" Dean 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 said, worried.
"Sam, we don't know what the demon wants, okay? Quit worrying about it." Dean said dismissively. I frowned, thinking that there was definitely something more here than what we knew. Sam thought so too, and he turned concerned eyes to Dean.
"You know, I heard you before, Dean, when Andy made you tell the truth. You're just as scared of this as I am." Sam said.
"That was mind control! I mean, it's like, that's like being roofied, man, that doesn't count." Dean claimed, shaking his head.
"What?" Sam asked, dubious.
"No, I'm, I'm calling do-over." Dean said with a nod and I chuckled. We hadn't done do-overs for years.
"What are you, seven?" Sam smirked.
"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 insisted.
"Yeah, I guess." Sam said.
Dean's phone started ringing and he answered it.
"Hello?" He said. "Ellen. What's going on?" A pause and then he looked over at us. "Yeah, we'll be right there." He hung up, looking at me.
"Are you going to be ok to travel?" I nodded, no way was I staying here.
Harvelle's Roadhouse
Nebraska
We were sitting at the bar, Dean fussing over me because of the shoulder. I lapped it up while I had it, wasn't often I got this kind of treatment. I think it was just worse because he'd been the one to shoot me.
"Jo?" Ellen said, looking at her daughter who was hovering behind the bar.
"Hmm?" Jo asked.
"Go pull up another case of beer." Ellen said.
"Mom..." Jo protested with a sigh.
"Now. Please." Ellen wasn't taking no for an answer. Jo pouted and walked off.
Once she was gone, Ellen leaned on the bar in front of Sam and Dean.
"So. You uh, you want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?" She asked.
Dean and Sam exchanged a look. "Nope. Not really." Dean said bringing his beer up to his mouth, Ellen gave him a stern look.
"No offense, it's just kind of a family thing." Dean added.
"Not anymore." Ellen said, dropping a stack of papers in front of him 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?" The boys looked at each other then over at me. I shrugged, I didn't know what to say.
"Yeah, we think so." Sam said finally.
"Sam..." Dean warned.
"Why?" Ellen asked.
"None of your business." Dean said stonily.
"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." Ellen said.
Dean shared a furious glance with me, his back stiffening. I laid a hand on his shoulder and shook my head.
"There are people out there, like Andy Gallagher, like me. And um, we all have some kind of ability." Sam said.
"Ability?" Ellen questioned. Dean shook his head, uncomfortable with the questioning.
"Yeah. Psychic ability. Me, I have, um, I have visions. Premonitions. I don't know, it's different for everybody. The demon said he had plans for people like us."
Ellen shared a look with Dean. "What kind of plans?" She asked.
"We don't really know for sure," Sam said.
"These people out there, these psychics. Are they dangerous?" Ellen asked.
"No. Not all of them." I answered, grimacing at my shoulder just the same.
"But some are. Some are very dangerous." Sam said.
"Okay, how many of them are we looking at?" Ellen asked.
"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 said.
"That's not true." I said quietly.
"What?!" Dean asked, looking at me.
"Weber? Or Ansen Weems, or whatever his name is, I looked at his files, and there was no house fire. Nothing out of the ordinary." I said, worried. Jo had returned and was standing in the back behind her mother, arms crossed.
"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.
"And so who knows how many of 'em are really out there?" Dean said quietly.
Ellen turned to look behind her. "Jo, honey?"
"Yeah?" Jo asked.
"You'd better break out the whiskey instead."
I didn't know whether to be happy Ellen was involved or not. Nothing good had seemed to come of people getting involved with us so far – I thought about Pastor Jim and Caleb who had died just because they had been friends. But we needed the help, that much I could see. Maybe it wouldn't seem so hard with a few friends to lighten the load.
AUTHOR'S NOTES
I don't know about anyone else, but I kind of find it hilarious picturing Sam's face as he sees the Impala go driving by with Andy in it, Beth hanging out the window waving at him. It's had me chuckling away all day. :D
The song for this chapter is: My Own Worst Enemy by Lit.
I think it's just the funniest little song, it's not totally fitting for the chapter in that it's about being so drunk and doing/saying shit you shouldn't – but been that Dean likens mind control to being roofied, I think it's a likely song for how you'd feel if you woke up from a mind control stint. Plus, I just loved the line "Please tell me why my car is in the front yard", kind of like why is the Impala over there? ;)
I love the Star Wars series :D So all those references throughout the episode were just laugh out loud d^.^b If you're an Obi-wan romance fan, go check out Sweet Christabel's fic called Fair Maiden, Shining Knight. It's one of my favourite fanfics!
Favourite line from this: "Sam you look like you're sucking on a lemon." And he did! That was a great analogy. What was your favourite?
Next up: A flashback to Dean & Beth ages 21 & 18, pre-relationship. I'm hoping to get it out before I'm away for a good 4 days starting Friday (Australia time), but tomorrow will be packing and job orientation, so we'll see how much time I actually get. I've still got a good few hours left before I crash tonight :D I'll be editing/proofreading Highway To Hell while I'm away to get it all up to scratch (hopefully - it's slow going on a tablet), then back into it when I am home from holidays :D
Last but not least, HELLO to all my new readers :D Please leave me a review/PM and tell me what you think of the story and what you're enjoying most :D