Supernatural: Simon Says

A/N: I did intend to update this tomorrow, but I'm choosing to do this today in order to end this story and to wish everyone a Happy New Year; I'm also doing this today because yesterday my grandmother passed away and I'm coping with her passing.

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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 FOUR: A REQUEST FOR HELP

"Our help is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven and earth."

Psalms 124: 8

The next morning, the rescue and police crews had arrived and were busy loading up Weber's body and collecting evidence. Andy was working his Jedi mind trick on three police officers, his stance confident. Sam was crouching by a wall, a paramedic tending to his hand, making sure that it hadn't taken too much damage that would hamper it healing properly; both Dean and Liz were standing at his side.

"He shot himself," Andy told them. "And you all saw it happen."

"Yeah. We did," one of the policemen confirmed.

"Look at him," Sam remarked. "He's getting better at it."

Andy walked past an ambulance where Tracy was sitting, a blanket around her shoulders, and she smiled at him; Andy returned the smile before approaching Sam, Liz, and Dean.

"Tracy's going to be fine, and we might be getting back together," he commented.

Sam straightened up after the paramedic left and smiled. "That's great, Andy."

Andy nodded, returning the smile. "Yeah, I guess it is…but I'm a bit scared about what I did with that gun earlier, and what Weber said about that man with the yellow eyes…the one that is actually a demon."

"Listen, Andy," Liz said seriously. "When it came to Weber, that was purely self-defense and nothing else. And as for Azazel…should he pop up in your dreams like he did with your twin, refuse him and ignore him."

Andy nodded, but he was still looking unsure.

"Hey, Andy, I hate to do this, but um, we have to get out of here," Sam said. "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 accepted the piece of paper and gave a weak smile. "Thanks…should anything happen, I'll be sure to do that." And then walked back over to check on Tracy.

The Winchesters watched him go before turning and walking toward to where Dean had parked the Impala.

"Looks like I was right," Sam remarked.

Dean glanced at him. "About what?"

Sam nodded over his shoulder toward Andy. "Andy. He's a killer after all."

Dean rolled his eyes. "No, he's a hero," he stated. "He saved his girlfriend's life, he saved my life, and he saved Liz's life."

"And last night, he shot that creep in self-defense," Liz added.

"I guess," Sam admitted. "But he did kill a human being…true, a psycho one."

Dean had to agree with that part. "Yeah, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was just, he was pushed into that."

Sam sighed. "That does seems to be part of the demon's plans. 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?" Liz asked.

"Right circumstances, everyone's capable of murder," Sam explained. "Everyone. Even those unsubs that the BAU go after. You know, and I'm sure that's what the demon's doing. Pushing us. Finding ways to break us so that we can become his perfect soldiers for his army."

Dean sighed, fearing that Sam might be right. "Sam, we don't know what the demon wants, okay? Quit worrying about it."

"I guess," Sam mumbled as they reached the car. "I still can't believe that you gave Andy the car," he added slyly.

"That was mind control!" Dean protested, cringing at the memory while both Sam and Liz laughed. "I mean, it's like, that's like being roofied, man, that doesn't count."

Sam frowned. "What?"

"Aw, come on Dean," Liz protested.

Dean shook his head firmly. "No. I'm, I'm calling do-over."

Both Sam and Liz scoffed. "What are you, seven?"

"Doesn't matter," Dean stated. "Look, we've just gotta keep doing what we're doing, find that evil son of a bitch and kill it."

"Yeah, I guess," Sam agreed as both he and Liz go into the car.

Just then, Dean's cell rang, and he answered it. "Hello? Ellen. What's going on? Yeah, we'll be right there."

A few hours later, the Winchesters were back at the Roadhouse and were sitting at the bar with Ash, who had his laptop set up on the counter, and Ellen, who was clearly upset about something that clearly had to do with Jo, since there was no sign of her anywhere, and her car was missing.

"Where's Jo?" Dean asked and Ellen shook her head in a way that meant she didn't want to talk about it just yet. "Ok, what'd you got, Ash?"

"Well, thanks to the info that Garcia sent me about Andy's evil twin brother, I've been able to track down other people who didn't have nursery fires when they turned six months old, but more than likely have abilities; also, I found one other person with a nursery fire, a guy named Scott Carey." And showed them the picture of a young man with longish black hair, dark eyes, a pale complexion, and was clearly on the verge of being a Goth.

"So, where does this Scott live?" Sam asked, vaguely recalling one of his multi-visions, which had a similar guy electrocuting a cat with a single touch of his hand.

"Lafayette, Indiana."

"I guess we'll be heading to Indiana next," Liz commented, sipping her beer.

Ellen spoke up just then. "Not right away, I – I need your guy's help concerning Jo."

"What sort of help?" Dean asked. "And where's Jo exactly?"

"She's gone out to Philadelphia to work on a case," Ellen answered, clearly not happy about it. "I told her that she shouldn't, but she insisted…" she sighed. "I just worry that she'll end up dead like her father."

"So, what's the case?" Sam asked. "If we know something about it, then we can help Jo with it and bring her back safely," he offered, and both Dean and Liz nodded, agreeing.

Ellen looked at them gratefully. "Thanks, guys." And she quickly told him about the case, which involved blonde women mysteriously disappearing from the same apartment building without a trace and never being seen again…alive. "If you can get her back safely, it'll be wonderful."

"We'll do our best, Ellen," Liz promised.

While Liz got the information they needed about the case and the location from Ellen and Sam got information from Ash about other people with abilities and where they lived; Dean was sitting at a table by himself, thinking about something else that they needed to do, which meant that they would have to delay finding Scott a second time.

"Got something on your mind, Dean?" Liz asked, surprising her twin as she sat down at the table.

Dean shrugged. "I guess so," he admitted. "I was thinking about the convent that Azazel visited in 1972…the one in Ilchester, Maryland."

Liz nodded, recalling everything that Dean, their dad, and their friends at the BAU had found out while she and Sam had been prisoners of Azazel. "Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, I think we need to go there to do some investigating and maybe talk to the priest that the yellow-eyed bastard possessed in order to kill those nuns," Dean explained, having thought about it a fair bit.

Liz nodded. "Yeah we should," she agreed. "And we should talk to Sam about this, too, Dean; 'cause I think he'll want to go look for that guy in Indiana after we help Jo with her case."

Dean sighed. "Yeah, that's probably true."

As much as he wanted to track down the yellow-eyed demon, Dean knew that warning as many of the other special people about Azazel's plans was high on Sam's to do list; no matter what happen, however, they would stop Azazel and his plans, no matter what it took.

A/N: And this ends the story. R&R everyone!