The puzzle came together quickly. Andy was separated at birth from his twin brother; an evil twin, of course. With a quick records search they found out Andy even knew him, the enthusiastic bus boy from the restaurant. It didn't take them long to track him down thanks to another one of Sam's visions. They decided not to tell Andy about who the next victim was, in order to give him calm on the way there. Kayla sat with him in the back seat and had been questioning the extent of his powers.
"Touch your nose."
She did, then laughed. "Ok stop."
Dean grimaced in the front seat, it seemed like flirting to him.
"Kick the seat."
He felt the kick. "Watch the upholstery!"
"Not my fault!"
Andy grinned. "You guys are fun."
At the final showdown Andy shot his brother in the back. Cold, cruel, and absolutely necessary. That fucker tried to kill Dean.
But they had bigger issues now; Ellen had asked them to come to the Roadhouse as soon as possible. As they drove Dean progressively got quieter, Kayla was started to track his pattern. His distraction was gone, the hunt was over and his mind was left to think about the issues going on between the three of them. Everyone was temporarily relieved when they finally got there.
Ellen had passed out drinks, then asked Kayla to help Jo bring a case of beer up from the basement. They took this as a cue to leave. Though she didn't really want to be alone with Jo.
She unlocked the door and pushed it open. "So you and Dean are really close huh?"
Kayla sighed quietly, she'd seen that coming. "He's available Jo, go for it."
"But I thought…"
"So did I."
She took the hint and let it go. When they got back upstairs, the guys and Ellen were discussing the psychics.
"So there's no pattern, which means no way to track them."
"So there's no telling how many of them are out there." Dean agreed.
"Jo honey," Ellen turned. "Better break out the whiskey instead. Why don't you guys crash here tonight huh? Get a good night's sleep. We've got a room for you."
Dean shrugged. "Couldn't hurt."