Supernatural: Simon Says

A/N: Merry Christmas! Yeah, I'm posting this a day early, but I'm not sure if I'll have time tomorrow, being Christmas Day and all, and so I'll just post this today and at my usual time next week.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.

CHAPTER THREE: SHOCKING REVELATION

"He shall not alter it, nor change it, a good for a bad, or a bad for a good: and if he shall at all change beast for beast, then it and the exchange thereof shall be holy."

Leviticus 27: 10

That night, the Winchesters were in the records office and were going through boxes of files, while Andy was using his ability on an elderly security guard as he walked him to the door.

"Probably shouldn't have left you kids in here," the guard said reluctantly.

"No, it'll all be fine. All right? Just go get a cup of coffee," Andy told him, and as the guard left, he continued in a dramatic voice. "These aren't the 'droids you're looking for."

Dean grinned. "Awesome."

"I got it," Sam announced, pulling a file out of one of the boxes and looked through it.

"Yeah?" Liz asked.

Sam nodded and looked up, showing them the file. "Yeah. Andy, it's true. Holly Becket was your birth mother."

"Huh," Andy remarked. "Does anyone have a Vicodin?"

"I don't think you need any drugs right now, Andy," Liz told him.

"Dr. Jennings was her doctor, too, I mean, he oversaw the adoption," Sam added. "You have a solid connection to both of them."

Andy nodded. "Yeah, but I didn't kill them."

"We believe you," Dean assured him, and both Sam and Liz agreed.

"Yeah."

"But uh, who did?" Liz asked. "I mean, is there another psychic running around that we don't know about that has the same ability like you two?"

"I think I got a pretty good guess," Sam informed them, holding up a piece of paper. "Holly Becket gave birth to twins."

Andy was now sitting in a chair with both hands on his head, staring straight ahead in shock. Dean and Liz were standing by a printer nearby, having called Penelope with the news and she was going to send them a picture as soon as she could, and Sam was pacing with a folder in his hands.

"I have an evil twin," Andy said repeatedly, still trying to wrap his head around the fact.

"It's been known to happen," Dean joked and winced when Liz jabbed her elbow into his side.

"Behave, Dean."

"Holly put you and your brother up for adoption," Sam read aloud, ignoring his bickering siblings. "And you went to the Gallagher family, obviously, and your brother went to the Weems family from upstate."

"Andy, how you doin'? Still with us?" Dean asked.

Andy nodded, although his face said otherwise. "Um. What was my brother's name?"

Sam checked. "Here. Um, Ansen Weems. He's got a local address."

Andy blinked. "He lives here?"

"Let's get a look at him," Dean said as the printer started up. "Garcia got his picture coming off from the DMV right now." He pulled some papers out of the printer and looked at them in surprise, even Liz was surprised.

"Hate to kick you while you're freaked. Take a look at that." And Dean showed one of the pages to Andy, who stared at it and then looked up in shock.

Meanwhile, the coffee shop was nearly empty, and both Weber and Tracy were closing up.

"Hey, Trace?" Weber said in a causal tone.

Tracy was working on the register. "Yeah?"

"You and Andy, you guys went together for a while, didn't you?" Weber asked.

Tracy nodded, counting the money. "Yeah, Weber, why?"

"I don't know, I was just wondering," Weber said, shrugging. "I, I was wondering how you felt about him these days. I mean, I've seen you guys together, it seems like there's still something there. Just…were you guys ever, like, serious?"

"Um, no," Tracy responded and looked over at Weber, now uncomfortable by the questioning.

"Come on, Trace," Weber said as his expression changed from cheerful to sinister. "Tell the truth," he ordered with the same commanding tone that both Andy and Sam would use.

Dean drove the Impala down a dark road with Sam next to him and Andy was in the back seat with Liz.

"All right, Andy," Sam requested. "Tell us everything you know about this guy."

"Well, I mean, not much," Andy answered, shrugging. "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?"

As he listened, Sam started cringing, rubbing his eyes.

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

Andy shrugged again. "No idea."

"Aah!" Sam cried out suddenly.

"Sam?" Dean asked, noticing the way that Sam was acting.

"Sam!" Liz gasped.

Tracy, wearing only satin lingerie, walks slowly to the side of a ravine; crying, she climbs onto the ledge and looks around. She pauses, looks back to where Weber is arguing with Andy while up on a distant cliff-side, both Dean and Liz are sticking their own rifles into their mouths, scared expressions on their faces, and are about to pull the trigger; Tracy then leaps as there are two resounding gun shots in the distance.

As the vision ended, Sam yelled in panic, struggling with the door.

"Dean, stop the car now!" Liz ordered.

Dean quickly pulled the car to the side of the road, just as Sam shoved the door open, leaning out; both Liz and Dean got out and ran around the car to kneel beside him, grabbing his shoulders, while Andy remained in the backseat, but it was clear that he was worried.

"Hey. Hey!"

"Talk to us, Sammy."

Sam took several deep breaths and then told them what he'd seen, keeping nothing back. "Weber has the same ability and he's gonna have Tracy jump from the top of the dam to her death."

"Oh god," Andy moaned. "Not Trace. But why?"

Sam swallowed. "He…I think he wants you to himself, Andy," he said honestly, thinking back to the visions he'd had when he was Azazel's prisoner, which were now making more sense.

"Well, I won't let him," Andy vowed, a determined expression on his face. "Let's go after him."

"Agreed," said Liz. "Dean and I can use the rifles from a safe distance-"

"No!" Sam snapped, surprising his siblings. "Dean, Liz, I – I think…no I know that Weber has more control over his ability than Andy and I do," he said quickly. "I think he can control you both even from a distance, and maybe even non-verbal control, too."

Dean frowned. "Sam, did you see me and Liz die in your vision?" and Sam nodded. "Dammit."

Liz groaned. "Great, so much for my idea."

"But Andy and I can deal with him," Sam promised. "Weber might have voice control, but I have a few tricks that he doesn't." and gave them his dimpled smile.

Both Dean and Liz reluctantly agreed. "Okay."

Meanwhile, Weber drove onto the bridge and pulled to a stop; Tracy, who was scared out of her wits, was in the passenger's seat, and he ran a hand slowly up her thigh.

"I take my ladies here," he told her, smiling evilly. "They like it. Well, I mean, I like it, so of course they do too."

"Please, I just want to go home," Tracy cried, hot tears were running down her cheek.

"Stop crying," Weber ordered and she did, much to her horror. "Hey. I get it. I see what you see in Andy, I mean, he's a genius," he said kindly. "Books he reads? He's gonna be a great man someday. But he is my family, not yours. You can't have him. You're not gonna have anything after tonight," he added coldly.

Near the bridge, the Impala pulled to a stop. The Winchesters got out and circled around to the trunk, which Dean opened.

"Dean, Liz, promise me that you both will stay here," Sam said, determined to keep this vision from coming true.

"No argument here," Dean promised. "Had my head screwed with enough for one day."

"And that vision you had won't come true," Liz added.

Glad that he didn't have order them, Sam pulled out a handgun, and joined Andy, who was waiting by the front of the car.

"You ready to do this, Andy?" he asked.

Andy nodded. "Yeah, after I duck tape Weber's mouth I'll get Tracy out of there before he can do anything else."

"Good," Sam said, and they headed out.

Tracy was crying again and was now unbuttoning her dress as Weber watched.

"Hey. Slower," he ordered and she slowed down. "Tracy? I want you to listen to me very carefully, okay? When we're done here, I want you to head over to the edge of that dam, okay?"

Tracy stopped unbuttoning her dress and nodded, terrified. "Okay."

"And when you get there, you're gonna think you can fly," Weber instructed. "And you're just gonna step right off. You can fly, can't you?" he asked, tracing her cheek with one finger.

"Yeah. I think so," Tracy stammered.

"You might get scared, but I want you to say that it's okay," Weber said reassuringly. "Just tell yourself, everything is okay." Just then, the window behind his head shattered, and Sam shoved a handgun in his face.

"Get out of the car!" Sam snapped. "Now!"

Weber smirked. "You really don't want to do this," he commanded.

But Sam surprised him by backhanding him, hard. On the other side of the car, Andy opened the door and pulled Tracy out.

"Tracy! Come here, come here, come here," he said, clutching a roll of duct tape in one hand. "It's okay."

"I can't control myself," Tracy cried, struggling with the commands placed in her mind.

Sam opened the door and pulled Weber out of the car; he pinned him face down over the pavement with the gun aimed at his head.

"Don't move. Don't move!"

After keeping Tracy back, Andy ran over to them and shoved a strip of duct tape over Weber's mouth, and then hurried back over to the terrified woman to get her out of there.

'I'm glad that Andy's keeping his temper,' Sam thought as he kept his gun trained on Weber, blocking his view of Andy and Tracy. "Stay down!"

Unfortunately, Weber managed to get past him and caught Tracy's eye; entranced, she shoved Andy away, picked up a large stick and went after Sam, who dropped his gun with a yelp when the stick collided with the cast on his right hand, and turned, easily catching the stick with his left hand.

"Tracy, stop!" he ordered and she released the stick, backing away; this gave Andy a chance to pull her away again.

"I'm sorry, Trace, but I have to do this," Andy told Tracy as he lead her over to a tree and used the duct tape to attach her to it, and, to be safe, put a strip of duct tape over her mouth; he was glad to see that, although still terrified, she was giving him a grateful look.

Meanwhile, Sam turned back to Weber and froze; Weber was standing and had the gun in his hand, and was pulling the duct tape off his mouth when Andy rejoined them, also freezing when he saw the gun.

"You used a non-verbal command didn't you?" Andy asked.

Weber nodded. "Yeah, I did, bro. If you'd just practice, both you and the giant here would know. Sometimes you don't need to use your words. If you have to," he tapped his forehead, "all you need is this. Sometimes the headache's worth it."

Andy glared at him. "You're a twisted son of a bitch!"

"Back off, Andy," Weber warned them. "Or I'm gonna shoot your big friend here."

"I'd like to see you try," Sam retorted.

Weber smirked. "I don't know why I can't affect you, but it's obvious that you're just like Andy and me," he commented.

"Okay, okay," Andy said, raising his hands lightly. "Okay. All right, let's…let's just talk about this."

"Andy's right," Sam agreed. "Let's talk about this without anyone else getting hurt."

Weber sighed, looking upset. "Don't be mad at me, okay?" he pleaded. "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."

Andy shook his head. "You're insane."

"She's garbage!" Weber snapped. "Man, they all are! We can, we can push them, we can make them do whatever we want!"

"Are you really…are you really this stupid?" Andy asked.

Weber was now confused. "Wha-"

"I mean, you, you learn you've got a twin…" Andy pointed out while Sam began concentrating on the gun "…you call him up, you go out for a drink, you don't start killing people!"

Weber pouted. "I've wanted to tell you for so long, bro," he confessed. "But he didn't let me. He said I had to wait until the time was…" and he shrugged.

"Who?" Andy asked.

"The man with the yellow eyes," Weber answered and a chill went down Sam's spine.

"What are you talking about?" Andy asked.

"He came to me. In my dream," Weber explained. "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! Even your friend here. See, he's the one who told me I had a brother. A twin."

"You can't trust that man, Weber," Sam told him while retaining some focus on the gun.

Weber scoffed. "Yeah right."

"I'm serious, man," Sam retorted. "That man with the yellow eyes…he isn't even a man, he's a demon named Azazel, and I know this because I was a prisoner of his for over a month and I was tortured as part of his plans."

Weber shook his head. "I don't believe you."

Andy looked between them, trusting Sam to be right since Sam had told him all that he knew about the demon's plan for them and others who had abilities thanks to the demon blood fed to them when they were all six months old.

"Why did you kill our mother?" he asked Weber, changing the subject. "Why, and why Dr. Jennings?"

"Because they split us up!" Weber exploded. "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."

And at that exact moment, Sam used his telekinesis, ripping the gun out of Weber's hand, and it launched it into the air; before he could catch it, Weber tackled him to the ground while the gun clattered to the ground somewhere.

Sam easily shoved Weber off and scrambled to his feet; Weber also got to his feet and was about to attack Sam again-

BAM!

Weber's eyes widened in shock as he staggered backward, a dark red stain spreading across the front of his shirt, and he collapsed onto the ground as the light faded from his eyes.

Sam spun around and saw that Andy was holding the gun, and his hands were trembling. "Andy-"

Andy swallowed. "I – I didn't want to do it, but…" he couldn't talk.

"I understand," Sam said, just as both Dean and Liz came running, their own guns in their hands; they'd heard the gun shot and had decided it was worth the risk to make sure that Sam was all right. "Hey, guys."

"What happen?" Dean asked, spotting the gun in Andy's hands, Weber's body on the ground, and Tracy duct taped to a tree. "Are you all right?"

"We're fine," Sam answered, exhausted, and gently took the gun from Andy. "And it's over."

"Let's hope so."

A/N: Poor, poor, Andy, but he had to do it to save Sam. Merry Christmas! R&R everyone!