We all threw our shit on the beds and slumped down. We had just finished off the third vengeful spirit in a month and this one had been particularly nasty. I was bruised, pretty much from head to toe. More than anything, I just wanted to sleep. I don't think we had gotten four hours between us the last week. Dean grumbled next to me, "We will hit the road before dark."

I was lying opposite of him, head to foot, still in our jackets and boots. He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me up the bed, wrapping his arms so his head rested against my stomach. I curled up against his, passing out to his even breathing.

I woke up to Dean squeezing my thigh, "Time to get up sleepy."

"Then go ahead and get up." I grumbled.

"I can't when you have a death grip on my legs...You're like a freaking koala bear."

I groaned again, releasing my arms. I wiped my face and drying drool smeared on the back of my hand, "Oh yuck."

Dean chuckled, "Yeah, Babe, you were snoring pretty good."

I glanced down at the wet spot on his shirt, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine... Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't inhale it."

I looked over his leg at Sam on the near side of his bed, he was still breathing deeply. I sat up, Dean never took his hands off me, "You have time to get a shower if you want. I'm gonna let him sleep, you have plenty of time."

I winked, "Do I have time if you join me?"

"Is that a serious offer?" His eyes were wide.

I shook my head, pressing my lips tightly, "Nah. I need a half-decent shower, I stink."

"Well, hurry up. I need to get one too."

We ended up leaving a little after dark. Having slept most of the afternoon, I was sore but rested. I rode shotgun, Sam dozed in the back and Dean raced the car down the highway, driving nowhere in particular. Eventually we pulled off to a gas station, "Alrighty, take care of business. We are back on the road in five."

I got out and stretched, Sam beelined it for the bathroom. I stood next to Dean, "Where to?"

"I got no clue. But we had to ditch out before we ended up arrested."

"Yeah…"

He cupped my chin, thumb running over my cheek, "Do you wanna sleep for a little bit?"

I shook my head, "I'm fine."

"Yeah...You sure look it."

I scoffed, "Next time, your ass can get tossed into the wall by the crazy fucking ghost."

He chuckled, replacing the gas nozzle, then his tone turned serious, "Are you okay?"

"Yes...My back hurts a bit, but not any worse for the wear…Where the hell is Sam?"

Dean swung around, "Probably taking a dump. I will go tell him to get his ass in gear."

He walked away. I just leaned against the cool steel of the Impala, stretching my back. When I looked over again Dean was booking it across the parking lot, dragging Sam by his jacket. I pushed off the Impala, "What the hell is it?"

Sam hurried for the passenger door, Dean pointed at the back door, "Get in...we gotta go. Now. Sam will explain."

I jumped in and Dean gunned it, "Jen, you wanna grab Sam a water?"

I grabbed a bottle off the floor and handed it to Sam. He was pale and sweating, shaking and rubbing his head, "You had another vision, didn't you? It has been awhile."

Sam hadn't had one since...since before John died. So months. Sam took the bottle and started chugging, "Yeah… Dean, let's head for the Roadhouse."

"Are you freaking nuts?" Dean asked but he turned onto the highway at the next intersection, in general direction of Nebraska.

"No listen...I saw this Doctor...Jenkins?...No Jennings. He just hauled off and shot this guy in a gun store and then shot himself. It was a little after noon on the clock and there was this bus…"

He dug through the glove compartment, grabbing pen and paper and began to draw. It was a logo that I wasn't familiar with, "Are you sure that's it?"

Sam nodded.

The car passed the state-line just after midnight. The radio was blasting, Dean was still unsure, "I don't know, man, why don't we just chill out, think about this?"

Sam reached over and turned the knob, shutting the music off, "What's there to think about?"

"I just don't know if going to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea."

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

"Yeah, man, but…"

I cleared my throat, " I could always give it a shot. I can try to track down that logo and maybe the person."

Sam turned, "No offense Jen, but Ash is faster. I don't think we have the time, it could have some connection with the demon. My visions always do."

Dean turned to look at his brother, "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?"

Sam raised his eyebrows, "So I'm a freak now?"

Dean slapped Sam on the thigh, "You've always been a freak."

Dean smiled weakly and turned back to the road. I sat back, resting my head, staring at the roof, listening to the miles of blacktop pass under the tires.

They entered the Roadhouse. It was pretty packed compared to the other times they had been here. A couple of guys cleaning their guns glanced their way. Dean stuck close to Jen, keeping his hand on the small of her back. Sam saw Jo and yelled, "Hey Jo!"

She walked over to them, smiling, "You guys just couldn't stay away could you?"

Dean chuckled, "Yeah, looks like. How you doin', Jo?"

"Where's Ash?" Sam asked hurriedly, foregoing typical greetings.

She pointed over her shoulder, "In his back room."

"Great." Sam shoved past her, Jo snorted, "And I'm fine by the way."

Dean shrugged, grabbing Jen's arm and walking past Jo, "Sorry, he's, we're... kind of on a bit of a timetable."

They waded through the throng of people, approaching a rough door with a sign hanging. It read Dr. Badass Is: In. Jen chuckled and pointed it out to Dean who laughed in response. Sam rapped on the door, "Ash? Hey, Ash?"

There was loud music playing from the other side. Dean knocked, "Hey...Dr. Badass?"

The door opened a crack, Ash was naked and the trio averted their eyes, "Sam? Dean? Jen? Sam and Dean and Jen."

Sam cleared his throat, "Hey Ash. Um. We need your help."

"Well, hell then. Guess I need my pants." He shut the door. Jen laughed, "He is crazier than a shit house rat."

Ash came back out with his laptop over a moment, walking to a table. He popped it open and Sam showed him the bus logo from his vision. Ash started typing quickly, raising an eyebrow, "Okay then?"

Jen walked over with a round of drinks sitting down, "Well whatcha got?"

Ash reached over and grabbed a beer, downing it in two big gulps, "Well, I got a match. It's the logo from the Blue Ridge bus lines in Guthrie, Oklahoma."

Sam nodded, "Okay. Do me a favor... check Guthrie for any demonic signs, or omens, or anything like that."

Ash sat back, frowning, "You think the demon's there?

"Yeah, maybe."

"Why would you think that?"

"Just check it, all right?" Dean snapped. Ash raised his eyebrows, confused from the hostility. But then he turns and keeps typing, "No, sir, nothing. No demon."

Sam sighed, running his hand through his hair, "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."

Ash was startled. Dean and Jen quickly checked for any eavesdroppers. No one was around but Jo, who was washing a table, watching them. Ash cleared his throat, "Okay, now that is just weird, man. Why the hell would I be looking for that?"

Sam smiled awkwardly, "Because there is a beer in it for you…"

"Give me fifteen minutes" He stood up quickly and disappeared into his room. The trio looked between each other until Jen shrugged and went to sit at the bar. She ordered two shots from Ellen and Dean sat down next to her, putting his foot on the rung of her stool, knee in between her legs so that she faced him, "You don't think anyone heard? Do you?"

Jen shook her head, savoring the burn of the whiskey, "No one was close enough...Except maybe Jo."

Dean nodded, "Good. People aren't gonna slow down and listen to reason."

"You mean hunters...Do you think everyone in here is one?"

"Yep. Everyone is edgy every time someone moves and no one is anywhere near a door or window." Dean's voice was low..

Sam sat down and Ellen came over, "How y'all doin'?"

Jen forced a smile, "Tired as hell...but other than that, great."

"How 'bout you boys?"

Dean held up his beer, "Doing good Ellen. You?"

"Not too bad myself. I'll get you guys another shot and then I gotta get back to work. We can catch up later."

Ellen poured them each a shot and walked away, serving some gruff older men at the other end of the bar. Suddenly, the opening notes of Can't Fight This Feeling play on the jukebox. Jen slammed down her glass in surprise, "What the fuck is this?"

Jen and Dean glanced over to see Jo standing by the jukebox. She took an offensive stance, "What?"

Dean feigned horror, "REO Speedwagon?"

Jo came over and grabbed their empty glasses and bottles, "Damn right REO. Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart."

Dean laughed, "He sings it from the hair. There's a difference."

Jo moved around the bar, "And Jen? I thought you would like a little REO."

Jen shook her head, "Can handle a couple of their songs...This is not one of them."

Jo leaned over the counter and spoke so only they could hear, "That profile you've got Ash looking for?...Your mom died the same way, didn't she? A fire in Sam's nursery?"

Dean swallowed, "Look, Jo, it's kind of a family thing."

"I could help." Jo protested.

Jen shook her head, "No way in hell. This isn't amateur hour and I'm not a babysitter."

"Why not? I can hunt!"

Dean sighed, "No. We've got to handle this one ourselves. Besides,if I got you into this shit I think your mother might kill me."

Ellen looked over and he smiled nervously. Jo laughed, "You're afraid of my mother?"

Dean nodded, "I think so."

Ash came busting out of his room, tossing papers down on the bar, "Here you go...All the information you need. Now where's that beer?"

Jen chuckled and threw a twenty on the bar, "Have a couple Ash, but we gotta go."

"Party on compadres!"

Sam was shuffling papers in the front seat and passing some back to me. I held a flashlight in my mouth and scanned them quickly. Dean was jamming to the radio, air drumming and singing. I was able to ignore the commotion. Sam however couldn't concentrate, "Can you keep it down?"

"Its my car and I'm driving...I pick the music and you shut the hell up about it… Anyways, whaddya got?"

Sam shuffled through the papers he had left, "Andrew Gallagher. Born in eighty three, like me. Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like me."

Dean turned the radio down, "You think the demon killed his mom?"

"Sure looks like it...Jen has the police reports…"

I went back a couple of pages, "Fire originated in the nursery, mother died, kid was totally fine. Fire marshal called it as faulty wiring."

Dean nodded, "Sam? How did you even know to look?"

Sam shrugged, "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?"

Dean had told me about Max. He was another psychic, telekinetic, that had gone on a murder spree. Sam had been having premonitions about the actions and had been pretty torn up about it after Max committed suicide. That had happened right before they had hooked up with me.

"Yeah, but Max Miller was a pasty little psycho." Dean said.

"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."

Dean nodded, "Okay. How do we find him?"

I looked through the papers, "Good luck. The guy has no address, no employment, no digital footprint. Owes money out the ass...On, well, everything."

"Collection agency flags?" Dean asked.

"Nope. Doesn't look like it, unless Sam has it up there."

"Nope."

Dean scoffed, skeptic, "They just let him take a walk?"

I shrugged, "Guess so...We could start at last known employment. It is a coffee shop from over a year ago…"

Dean nodded, "We should be in Guthrie a little before eight."

I yawned, "Can we stop for coffee soon?"

Dean turned, "Why don't you just sleep?"

"I got like six hours yesterday, that's a record...Plus you've had less sleep than me."

"I will pull off at the next truck stop."

"What the hell Dean?..." Sam teased his brother, "You'll pull over to let her get coffee but you make me piss in a bottle?"

"Shut up Sam." Dean turned the radio back up. As always, he wasn't great at the whole comeback thing. I cracked the window, breathing in the cool night air.

They were in the coffee shop that Gallagher had last worked at, dressed in suits. Eating breakfast when Sam had asked the waitress about him. Tracy poured more coffee in their cups, "You won't get anything out of Andy, guys. I'm sorry, but they never do."

She was a short blonde with a high pitched voice. Sam raised his eyebrows, "They?"

She laughed, "You're debt collectors, right? Once in awhile they come by. I don't know what Andy says to them, but they never come back."

Dean cleared his throat, "Actually we're, we're lawyers. Representing his Great Aunt… Um, Leta. She passed, God rest her soul, and left Andy a sizable estate."

Jen smiled, "Are you a friend of Andy's?"

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

A dishwasher came over, talking excitedly, standing too close, "Andy? Andy kicks ass, man."

Dean glanced at him, "That right?"

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

Tracy shot him a nasty look, "How about bussing a table or two, Weber?"

"Oh, yeah, you bet boss." He scurried away. Tracy scribbled the total on their check, "Look, if you want to find him, try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a barbarian queen painted on the side."

"Barbarian queen?" Dean asked.

"She's riding a polar bear. It's kind of hard to miss….I can take that whenever you're ready."

Jen scoffed, "The guy sounds like a stoner, not a mass murderer."

"We don't know that." Sam said. Dean shrugged, "Well, either way, we need to get moving."

They paid and left, looking for Orchard Street. Once they found it, the van definitely noticeable. A half naked queen rode a polar bear on the dark indigo van. After awhile Jen spotted him, "Hey guys...Second story, hanging out the window."

Andy was in a t-shirt and a blue robe, waving at a tall brunette on the street who was apparently thrilled to have spent the night with him. Andy looked like a typical stoner mixed with an IT guy. Messy black hair, hadn't shaved in awhile, short and twitchy. Dean laughed, "I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet."

Jen shook her head, and joked, "You say that again and you will no longer have a girlfriend."

"The van or liking Andy?"

Jen chuckled, "That van, man. I think the Mystery Machine would be classier."

Sam was scowling, Dean saw it, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Sam, you look like you're sucking on a lemon, what's going on?"

Sam sighed, "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."

Dean shrugged, "We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, all right? He could be innocent."

"My visions haven't been wrong yet." Sam's voice raised. He was upset.

Jen sighed, still watching the door to the apartment building, "Calm down. We don't know anything yet."

Sam huffed, "I'm one of them."

"No, you're not." Dean said firmly.

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

"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, maybe this is his plan, maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks, maybe we're all supposed to be...killers" Sam's voice was worried.

"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."

"No? Last I checked, I kill all kinds of things." Sam was yelling.

"Sam, there is no way…" Jen tried to diffuse the situation, "...The things we go after are asking for it. Me a cold blooded killer; more than likely. Dean, there is a chance...But you? No way in hell."

Andy exited the building in the blue robe and satin pajama bottoms. He greets a man, who hands him a coffee. Once he reaches the corner he greets a black man in a suit, who he apparently knows well. Sam points, "That's him. That older guy, that's him, that's the shooter."

Dean patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, you stick with him. Me and Jen will follow Andy...Go."

Sam rushed out of the car, chasing after Jennings. Andy got into his van and drove off, Dean pulled them Impala behind it.

We followed Andy for a while, "I don't know Jen, this guy doesn't seem like some sort of freak or murderer."

"If Sam is having a vision over it, there is a good chance...Why is he stopping?"

Andy was pulling over on a deserted street. He got outta his van and walked right towards Dean's window. I watched as Dean gripped his gun in his jacket. He rolled down the window, Andy leaned against the door, "Hey."

"Hey hey." Dean responded. Andy looked over the car, "This is a cherry ride."

Dean relaxed little, "Thanks."

"Man, the '67? Impala's best year if you ask me. This is a serious classic."

"Yeah. You know, I just rebuilt her, too." Dean smiled.

"Yeah?" Andy smiled. I watched, but there was nothing threatening about this guy. He just seemed interested in the car.

"Yeah, can't let a car like this one go."

"Damn straight. Hey. Can I have it?" Andy asked.

"Sure, man." Dean hopped out of the car, smiling.

"Sweet."

I was shocked, pretty sure he just had a stroke, "Dean? What the hell?"

Andy looked over at me, making direct eye contact, "Hi there...It's okay. Go ahead and get out of the car."

My head pounded and it felt like my brain compressed. I was getting out of the car even though I didn't want to. What the fuck was happening? I could vaguely hear the exchange between Andy and Dean. I pushed at the blackness, trying to regain some control. Unfortunately, it didn't happen until Andy was driving down the road.

"Hey!" I yelled, running after him. At the corner I stopped, turning. Dean was still standing there with a smile on his face. I jogged back, "Dean?!"

He didn't respond, I grabbed his collar, "Hey! Snap outta it."

Dean shook his head, "What the fuck was that?"

"No shit! I guess we know what Andy's psychic thing is...Let's go find your car."

We started hoofing it down the street. A few blocks down Dean's phone rang, I could hear Sam yelling through the phone, "Dean! Andy's got the Impala!"

"I know! He just sorta asked me for it and I, I let him take it."

"What?!"

"He full-on Obi-Wanned me. It's mind control, man!"

"Holy shit!"

"Sam? What's going on?"

I couldn't hear Sam's response, but I did hear the ambulance screaming by. Dean snapped the phone shut, "The guy just got pancaked by a bus."

"What the hell...I thought he was shooting himself?"

"I guess it changed."

We jogged up the streets and spotted Sam sitting on the curb, watching the paramedics load what was left of the guy into a body bag. Dean crouched behind him, placing his hand on Sam's back, "You okay man?"

"I kept him out of the gun store. I thought he was okay. I thought he was past it, at least... I should have stayed with him."

I sighed, "Sam there is nothing you could have done. This isn't your fault. But we better get outta here before the cops ask for a statement."

Sam glanced up and nodded, "What about the car?"

"Dean chewed the inside of his cheek, "Luckily this isn't a huge town. I guess we walk until we find it."

Well, not a huge town didn't mean it was small. It took us almost two hours to find the car. But we found her, parked on the corner of a street. Dean ran right up to it, checking for scratches, "Thank god! Oh. I'm sorry, Baby. I'll never leave you again... Well, at least he left the keys in it."

Sam scoffed, "Yeah. Real Samaritan, this guy."

Dean shrugged, hopping into the car. He was just happy his car was okay. "Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose, he's gotta use verbal commands."

Sam got panicky, "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 got in the car. I had been able to snap out of it a lot faster than Dean. I highly doubted Andy could work it over a cell phone; he had had to make eye contact with me. Dean turned the key, "I don't know, maybe."

"Beg your pardon?" Sam scoffed.

"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."

"And Sam…" I spoke quietly, "...Being in the same space as someone is one thing. Forcing someone to do something over the phone would be some hardcore shit."

"We have no idea what he may be capable of."

I shrugged, "All I'm saying is that before we put a bullet in him that we get all the facts."

Sam shook his head, "Either way, how are we going to track this guy down?"

Dean pulled the car out, "Not a problem."

They drove back to where Andy had ditched his van and taken the Impala. Dean chuckled, "Not exactly an inconspicuous ride. Let's have a look...Jen, there is a crowbar under the seat."

Jen grabbed the small crowbar and pried open the back door, snapping the locks. She gasp at the site of the interior, "Oh my god!"

The inside was made of fur rugs and there was a disco ball hanging from the ceiling. Shag carpet covered the seats, a tiger was painted on the wall and books were scattered everywhere. Dean started laughing, "This dude is awesome. 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."

Jen shook her head, "You need new standards...It smells like wet fur."

Sam picked up the books, "Hegel, Kant, Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading, Dean."

Dean grabbed something from under a rug, "Yeah, and uh, and Moby Dick's bong."

Jen laughed, "Seriously? I'm surprised he isn't lying in the middle of the street eating bags of chips...Dean, put that back before someone sees us."

He shot her a disappointed look and tossed it back, "You're no fun."

"I know." She smiled, and turned to go back to the car, Dean reach out and pinched her ass.

She turned, surprised but laughing, "Dean Winchester! I'm gonna kill you."

He winked. Jen rolled her eyes, Dean was in a playful mood. Compared to the last month this wasn't that bad of a case, they weren't getting stabbed or thrown against walls. At least not yet. Dean and Sam closed up the van and headed for the car. Jen leaned over the back seat, "Let's go get some food, I'm starving."

I was chewing on gas station food, sipping ice tea out of a Big Buddy foam cup. Sam was up front flipping through papers. Dean threw his wrapper in the back on the floor, licking his teeth clean, "Ugh. You know, one day I'd love to just sit down and eat something I didn't have to microwave at a minimart."

"Well, Dean, next time we are at somewhere with a half decent kitchen we can whip up some Easy-Mac." I laughed.

"Cause that's so much better."

"Fine. We can hit up a decent diner or restaurant."

"Or I could cook." Dean turned towards the back.

"You can cook?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yeah...I'm like a five star chef. Didn't you now that?"

I smiled, "What Spaghettios, Chef Boy-R-D?"

"Damn straight."

Sam tossed the papers down, "What I don't get is the motive. I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean, why would Andy waste him?"

Dean rummaged through the bag up front, looking for a candy bar, "If it is Andy. Tha.."

"Dude, enough!" Sam snapped.

"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." Sam's voice was raising.

"I just don't think the guy's got it in him, that's all." Dean unwrapped the Reese's and threw one back to me.

"Well, how the hell would you know? I mean, why are you bending over backwards defending him?"

"Sam!" I huffed, "We have been tailing the guy all day. The guy hasn't done anything wrong. Other than the bong and owing money, he's squeaky clean. Why are you so sure he is wasting people?"

Dean talked through the mouthful of chocolate, "You're not right about this Sam."

"About Andy?"

A hand slamming on the car outside Sam's window made me jump. It was Andy, he looked nervous, "Hey! Hey! You think I haven't seen you? Why are you following me?"

I saw Dean's jaw clench. I felt the same clenching in my head as earlier. My eyes widened, trying to push away the dark cloud on my thoughts.

Sam replied to Andy, calmly, "We're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed aw…"

"Tell the truth!" Andy said sternly, making eye contact with me. I felt my will bend.

Sam continued, "That's what I'm…"

"We hunt demons." Dean blurted.

"What?" Andy was confused.

"Dean!" Sam was admonished.

I struggled, biting on my tongue, "We hunt stuff. Stuff people don't think is real...ghosts, werewolves."

"Jen!"

"Demons and spirits. Things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam here, he's my brother. Jen''s my girlfriend." Dean choked out, rambling.

"Dean, shut the hell up!" Sam was yelling.

"I'm trying. He's psychic. Kind of like you. Well, not really like you, but see, he thinks you're a murderer, and he's afraid that he's going to become one himself, 'cause you're all part of something that's terrible. And, I hope to hell that he's wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared that he might be right."

Andy paused for a moment, confused, "Okay, you know what? Just leave me alone."

"Okay." Dean replied, cupping his head in his hand, pressing his temples, cringing. And just like a rubber band snapping back my head cleared.

"Dean?" I reached up and grabbed his face, "Hey...Hey. Look at me."

Sam was out of the car, chasing Andy down the alleyway. I forced Dean to look at me, "You okay?"

He nodded, obviously still struggling. I hopped out of the car and ran after Sam who was still stalking after Andy, "Doesn't seem to work on me, Andy."

"What?" Andy was clearly confused.

"You can make people do things, can't you? You can tell them what to think."

"You can force them to tell you stuff. Do whatever you want?" I was right behind Sam

Sam turned at me, "Get back in the car...Dean get back."

Dean was moving towards us, but stopped, hanging back. I waved Sam off, "I'm fine. I can fight it if I concentrate…"

"You people are crazy! This is crazy..." Andy was backed against a chain link fence.

Sam towered over him, "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."

"Ho-How do you know all this? Go away."

I felt the push but suppressed it, "Not going anywhere."

"How do I know this?" Sam scoffed, "Because the same thing happened to me, Andy. My mom died in a fire, too. I have abilities too. You see, we're connected, you and me."

"You know what? Just, just, just, just get out of here, all right?!" He was gesturing wildly, confused and frightened. But Sam grabbed him by his collar, "Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?"

"What?" Andy tried to shrink away. Sam cringes, pressing his eyes together, "Why did you kill him?"

"I didn't!' Andy shouted. Sam collapses and I immediately pull my gun, "What the hell are you doing to him?"

"No-Nothing. I swear!" Dean runs over to his brother who is clutching his head. I stare down the barrel at Andy, "Move away."

"Okay." He puts his hands up and slides away.

"Dean? What's going on?"

"I don't know. I think he is having a vision." Dean tried to haul him up. I continued to watch both Sam and Andy. Andy made a move to run and I cocked the hammer, "No."

"Sam? What is it?" Dean was shaking him.

"Look, I didn't do anything. I'm not doing anything." Andy insisted.

"Well you stand right there until I know that for sure...Dean?"

Sam grabbed his head, stumbled to get up, "A woman... A woman burning alive."

Dean pulled him to his feet, "What else'd you get?"

"A gas station, a woman is gonna kill herself."

"It was a vision? How long we got?" I asked.

Andy fidgeted, wanting to run, "What does he mean, going to? What is he, what is…"

"Shut up!" Dean growled at Andy.

Sam was blinking wildly, "She gets triggered by a call on her cell."

"Sam, we need a time!" I insisted.

"I don't know...But as long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch he can't hurt her."

"Whoa! I didn't hurt anybody." Andy said.

Sam snarled at him, "Yeah, not yet...Jen? You sure you're good?"

"Ye-." A fire truck thunders past, an ambulance in pursuit.

"Sam? What's going on?" I asked.

"Give me the gun, you and Dean go!"

Me and Dean took off, hopping into the Impala, the tires squealing as Dean slammed it in reverse and turned the corner.

"That was some mind fuck shit! How did you get it to stop?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. I just concentrate really hard...And when I saw you in pain…"

"Aww...You do care"

"Shut-up Dean."

The firetruck pulled off at a gas station, the same one we had gotten the food at earlier. In the middle of the pumps there was a smoldering body.

"Holy shit." I breathed. I had seen a lot of shit but this was awful, horrible.

"Dammit." Dean sighed, pulling out his phone.

"Hey, it's me. She's dead. Burned up, just like you said….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….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...Yeah, we will dig around a little bit."

He hung up the phone, "Let's figure out what's going on."

We waited a little bit and then I pulled out a reporter's business card and the ID that matched. I walked straight up to a young cop, and put on my award winning smile, "Hi. I'm with The Guthrie News, what's happened here? Can you give an official statement?"

"Sorry miss. I can't give you anything."

I moved closer, turning the corners of my lips into a sly smile, "How about off the record?"

Andy and Sam were sitting in the alley, opposite of each other. Andy was confused but relieved that his life wasn't being threatened anymore, "So you get these premonitions of people about to die?"

Sam nodded. Andy shook his head and scoffed, "That's impossible."

Sam laughed deeply, "A lot of people would say the same thing about what you do."

"But ... death visions…Dude, that sucks. I mean, like, when I got my mind thing? It was like a gift, you know, it was, it was like I won the Lotto."

Sam thought for a moment, "But you still live in a van. I don't get it, I mean, you could ... have anything you ever wanted."

Andy shrugged, pulling his hands into the sleeves of his hoodie, "I mean, I, I got everything I need."

"So you're really not a killer, huh?"

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

Sam sighed, thoughtful, relaxing, "That's good. Means there's hope for both of us."

The Impala rumbled around the corner, Sam pointed and him and Andy walked towards it. Dean and Jen got out. Jen started talking, "Did some fancy footwork, the chick's name was Holly Beckett, she was forty-one and single. Lived alone, quiet life. Same old shit."

"Who is she?" Sam asked Andy who shrugged, "Never even heard of her."

Dean cleared his throat, "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."

Sam was taken aback, "Andy, were you adopted?"

"Well, yeah."

Dean furrowed his brow, "You were? And you neglected to mention that?"

Andy played with his hands, speaking quickly, "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...my mom?"

Jen shrugged, "That would be the logical conclusion but unfortunately I was unable to get into the county office."

Dean chuckled, "She couldn't flirt her way in…"

"Well if I would have known he swung the other way I would have sent you in Dean...We couldn't get our hands on the only hard copy in the office. It is sealed."

"Well screw that!" Andy smiled and threw up his hands.

When we arrived at the county office the night security was there. He was an older man that Andy walked right up to, "Could you let us see the records?"

The older man stared at Andy blankly and nodded, "Yes...follow me."

Andy smiled politely and we followed them into the back, I chuckled, "Sam... Our job would be a hell of a lot easier if you had that instead of visions."

"You're telling me…"

Inside the back there were file cabinets against every wall. The man turned to us, flustered, confused as to why he was back here, "I shouldn't have left you kids in here."

Andy put an arm over his shoulder, guiding him out, "No, it'll all be fine. All right? Just go get a cup of coffee...These aren't the 'droids you're looking for."

Dean and I laughed, "Now I really want to watch that movie."

Dean winked at me, "Next time we get a day off we can watch all three of the old ones...Okay?"

I started scanning the fronts of the cabinets, looking for adoption records and 1983, "Alrighty."

Dean's hand pressed against the small of my back as he whispered, "We could watch them in bed, naked."

I felt the blush run up my neck to the tips of my ears. He chuckled at my reaction and I did my best to bitch-face him, and Dean laughed harder before pulling a drawer open. I shook my head and kept looking.

"Over here." Sam called. He pulled a file out. Andy came back in the room, "What does it say?"

"It's true. Holly Beckett was your birth mother."

Andy sat, in shock, "Huh. Does anyone have a Vicodin?"

Sam kept reading, "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."

Dean patted him on the back, "We believe you man."

I pulled a chair out, "Umm...Not to state the obvious boys. But if Andy ain't offing people, then who the hell is?"

Sam flipped through a couple more pages, "I think I got a pretty good guess... Holly Beckett gave birth to twins."

I shrugged, nodding slowly, "Well then...Three guesses, first two don't count."

Sam rolled his eyes at me, "There is a name in here, we could pull up DMV records."

Dean grabbed the folder off of Sam and sat at a computer in the corner, turning it on. Andy put his head in his hands, mumbling, "I have an evil twin?"

"Smart money is on yeah." I replied.

Sam shot me another look, clearly telling me to be a little more sensitive. I got up and went over by Dean. Sam kept talking to Andy, "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."

Dean glanced over his shoulder, "Andy, how you doin'? Still with us?"

"Um. What was my brother's name?"

Dean looked down at the file, "Umm... Ansen Weems. And he's got a local address."

"He frickin lives here?" Andy's voice was distressed. I guess this was probably a lot for someone who isn't used to weird shit. I always forget that this isn't just another day at the office for most people.

"Let's get a look at him. Got his picture coming off from the DMV right now." Dean pulls the paper out of the tray and the surprise crosses his face. I snatch it out of his hands, "No freakin way."

Dean took it back, "Hate to kick you while you're freaked... Take a look at that."

The picture that he puts before Andy is the guy that worked at the cafe with him. Andy looked at us in shook, "Webber? Webber is my twin?"

I cleared my throat, "Would he still be at work?"

"Umm...um. They should be closing up now...Ma-Maybe like another ten minutes. We gotta stop him before he hurts anyone else."

I saw Dean and Sam exchange a quick glance. Dean nodded, "Alright, let's go."

We scampered out of the county office. Sam got shotgun and I sat in the back with Andy. Sam turned, "All right, Andy. Tell us everything you know about this guy."

"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?"

Dean pushed the speedometer higher, "Must have known you guys were twins. Why did he change his name? Why not just tell you the truth?"

"No idea."

Sam cringed, a small yelp escaping. Dean almost swerved the car off the road, "Sam?"

Sam didn't answer, just clutched his head between his hands.

"Sammy?..Sam!" Dean grabbed his shoulder. Sam was breathing harder and sweating.

"Dean! Pull off the damn road before you kill us." I snapped. As soon as the tires were on the shoulder Sam opened the door and fell out, kneeling on the ground. Before we could even get out, it was over. Sam's breathing returning to normal. Dean kneeled in front of him, grabbing his shoulders, "You alright?"

"I will be fine...He has Tracy at a dam."

I turned to Andy, "Where is the nearest dam?"

"Ah... Five minutes up the road we just passed."

I nodded, helping Dean haul Sam to his feet, "We gotta go."

"There!" Andy pointed, "Its right over this next hill."

Dean pulled the car off, gets out and circles to the trunk. I'm there with him, getting out a few guns and making sure they are loaded. Sam watches, "Dean, you should stay back."

Dean scoffed, pulling out a large case, "No argument here... Had my head screwed with enough for one day."

Sam grabs two handguns and starts walking off. Andy stops him, "I'm coming with you."

"Andy, no." Sam warns.

"If it's Tracy out there ... then I'm coming."

Sam pauses and then hands him the gun, "Okay."

They walk off and I start to follow. Dean's hand clenches around my forearm, holding me in place, "No. You are not going anywhere."

Sam stops for a moment. Dean waves him off, "You guys go. We got your back."

"Dean!" I try to pull away, but he grips my arm harder.

"Absolutely not. Non-negotiable."

"Goddammit, Sam has no back-up!"

"We got his back. You are not going anywhere near that psychotic killer...We are going to play this smart for once "

"I can fight it!"

"Andy. You can fight Andy...We don't know what this guy can do."

I stared at him angrily. He shook his head, "No Jen. For once in your goddamn life would you listen to someone...Listen to me."

"Asshole." I hissed, resigned.

He smirked, knowing that was the closest to admitting he was right I was ever going to get, "I know...c'mon. You can spot for me."

I rolled my eyes, "Fantastic...Glad I'm sitting this one out."

"Do you get off on almost dying every day or is it just giving me a heart attack?" Dean joked.

I smiled, "Nope, just an adrenaline junkie."

He handed me a bag, closed the trunk and we started hiking up the small hill. By a tree Dean pulled out a large rifle with tactical stock, "Nice gun."

He set up the tripod under it, "Such a tease."

"I was being serious...What you steal that off of? A military base?"

"I bought it...It's technically legal."

"Dean...Sam and Andy are on the bridge."

"Alrighty." He laid down , crossing his arms and stared through the scope. I laid down next to him, watching through binoculars. A fight was breaking out, Sam was dragging Webber out of car. Andy opened Tracy's door and helped her out. She looked terrified, crying. Sam pinned Webber to the ground, knee on his back, gun at the head. Andy scrambled over, covering Webber's mouth with tape.

"He's got him Dean."

"I'm still staying on him."

Suddenly, Tracy attacked Sam with a stick, knocking him to the ground. I pushed to get up but Dean grabbed my shirt, pulling me back down, growling at me, "No. We still have options."

I saw Andy yelling at Tracy, who backed away, dropping the stick. Webber got up, pulling the duct tape off. As soon as Andy stopped watching her she moved the edge of the dam, climbing up on the ledge.

"Dean, he is gonna make her jump. Take the damn shot!"

"I can't... Andy is in the way."

Watching helplessly was killing me. Andy and Weber were yelling and moving too much for Dean to get the shot. Suddenly, Weber turns on us, staring like he was right here face to face, his voice clear as day in my head. I see you. Kill him. I was a puppet and felt this burning, searing rage as I grabbed the back of Dean's head and slammed it against the ground.

"Jen?" He groaned in pain. Good. I jumped, rolling and attacking him; going for the face.

"Jen. Stop...Shit!' My right fist pounded into his cheek. He grabbed my wrist when I reeled back again. Dean kneed me hard in the stomach, grabbed my shoulders, tossing me across the ground. It only fueled the rage I felt. I lept up, knife from my boots in hand. He deflected my blows as I searched for a weakness. His biggest: Dean didn't want to hurt me. I slashed and came back down. He had no choice but to throw me again. His mistake, because I was right next to the rifle. I grabbed it, swinging it upwards, his chest in the sights. His hands flew up.

"Jen. Babe...calm down. It's me. Everything is okay." I smiled, knowing I had won. A gunshot cracked through the air. Just like that, everything fell away.

"Dean." I breathed, watching him cringe on the other side of the scope. My head was clear, rage replaced by fear. I started hyperventilating, tossing the rifle away.

"Dean?"

He stood upright, clearly relieved that there wasn't an extra hole in him, "Jen? Is that you in there?"

I scrambled up, slowly approaching him. Tears threatening to pool over my eyelids. I grabbed the collar of his jacket and quickly checked him over. He ignored me, pulling me into a bear hug, "Are you okay baby?"

I scoffed, pushing back, wiping the wetness away from my eyes, "Am I okay?...Dean, I tried to kill you!"

"Par for the course...Are you okay? You didn't give me much of a choice."

"Next time be a little harder…I cou-"

"It wasn't you." He pulled me back against him, enveloping me in his chest. I started crying, not being able to believe what I had just tried to do, "Shh...Jen. It's okay. Babe, I'm okay."

By the dawning hours of the morning the emergency services had arrived on scene and were loading Weber's body for the coroner's office. Sam sat still as a paramedic patched up his shoulder. Dean and I stood nearby, his arm hooked around my waist. I still had this overwhelming feeling of guilt that Dean kept trying to push aside. I wasn't having any of it.

Andy was talking to a group of police nearby, "...He shot himself. And you all saw it happen."

The one nodded, "Yeah. We did."

The paramedic walked away from Sam, "Look at him. He's getting better at it."

Andy walked past Tracy who quickly looked down at her feet. Andy watched her for a moment, saddened by her reaction. Then he came over by us, "She won't even look at me."

Sam nodded, "Yeah, she's pretty shaken up."

Andy shoved his hands in his pockets, "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."

Sam stood and clapped him on the shoulder, "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."

Andy too the piece of paper, "Wha... what am I supposed to do now?"

"You be good, Andy. Or we'll be back." Dean said sternly. We shook hands with Andy and turned to go. Sam spoke lowly, "Looks like I was right."

Dean stopped, "About what?"

"Andy. He's a killer after all."

Dean scoffed, "No, he's a hero. He saved his girlfriend's life, he saved my life."

I looked down at the ground, swallowing, that wave of guilt coming back. Sam continued walking, "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."

"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?" Dean opened the car door.

"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."

"You know, I heard you before, Dean, when Andy made you tell the truth. You're just as scared of this as I am."

I crawled into the back, Dean was slamming the keys into the ignition, "That was mind control! I mean, it's like, like, that's like being roofied, man, that doesn't count."

"You don't get a do-over...What are you, seven?"

"Doesn't matter. Look, we've just gotta keep doing what we're doing, find that evil son of a bitch and kill it...And you wanna know why?"

"Why?"

"Because sitting in this car are the three biggest badasses on the face of the earth. We will be able to waste that S.O.B."

"Yeah, I guess." Sam was doubtful. Dean pulled away from Guthrie and I leaned my head against the window. A few miles down the road, Dean's cell rings, "Hello? ...Ellen. What's going on? ...Yeah, we'll be right there."

He hung up, "Looks like we are heading for the Roadhouse. Ellen wants to talk."

"Can you pull off at the next exit?" Sam asked.

"What Nancy? You gotta piss already?" Dean chuckled.

"No...I will switch with Jen. I need a couple hours of shut-eye."

I spent the hours, watching out the window. We were almost to the Roadhouse when Dean reached over and grabbed my hand, "You gotta let this go Jen."

"No." I replied curtly, pulling away from him.

"If you hold on to shit it will eat you from the inside out. Take it from someone who knows."

"I tried to fucking kill you! We have to worry about everything else trying to kill us...now I turned a gun on you?"

"You didn't pull the trigger."

"Dean...I was going to." I bit my cheek. I was so pissed at myself. Dean gripped my upper arm and pulled me across the seat, up against him. Dean wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I leaned into his, "Dean I am so sorry. I can't even start to make this up to you."

"Don't worry about it. Just another day at the office." His hand rubbed up and down my arm reassuringly. I still hated myself.

Fifteen minutes later we were stumbling into the Roadhouse. I was exhausted, Dean hadn't slept either, and Sam had been in and out of consciousness. We sat at the bar and Ellen put drinks in front of us. I could feel her eyes on us, "Jo...Go pull another case of beer."

"Mom…"

"Now. Please." Her voice was stern and Jo went out the back door. As the door slammed shut, Ellen leaned on the bar, "So. You uh, you want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?"

Dean set his glass down, "No. Not really. No offense, it's just kind of a family thing."

"Not anymore…" She dropped a stack of papers on the bar top, "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 sighed.

"Sam…" Dean warned. Ellen ignored him, "Why?"

"None of your business." Dean snapped.

Ellen raised an eyebrow, "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."

Sam shared a look with Dean and then continued, "There are people out there, like Andy Gallagher, like me. And um ... we all have some kind of ability."

"Ability?"

Dean rolled his eyes. Silently begging me to stop Sam as he continued, "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."

"What kind of plans?"

"We don't really know for sure."

"These people out there, these psychics are they dangerous?" She was concerned. Before Sam could speak I cut him off, "No...We don't think so."

Sam shook his head, "Some are. Some are very dangerous."

Ellen nodded, "Okay, how many of them are we looking at?"

Dean shrugged, "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."

"That's not true." Sam said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Webber? 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."

Ellen gripped the bar, pouring us each another drink, "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."

I huffed, "So we have no idea. No way to know."

The door creaked as Joe came back in. Ellen stared between us for a moment, "Jo honey?...You'd better break out the whiskey instead."

Jo reached through the door and grabbed a bottle, setting it on the bar. Ellen was quiet for a long time as we drank, "If you three want...I have two rooms open out back. You guys look like you could use a decent night's sleep."

I nodded, sipping my drink, "Thanks Ellen."