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Chapter 15: Simon Said Part 3
"I can't believe I just let that happen." I said, running my hands through my hair.
Dean was trying not to hyperventilate on the side of the road and he shook his head, pulling me towards the sidewalk. We'd obviously have to walk back to the main part of town.
"Yeah, well, I let it happen too so…" He was trying to keep himself calm and collected but you could tell by the way he couldn't keep his hands still that he was worried about his car. In and out of his pockets, playing with the ring on his finger, brushing against my hands and back again.
I grabbed one of his hands and squeezed it tightly. "I just feel like I should have known something screwy was going to happen. We are dealing with people with different psychic abilities."
We turned the corner and continued to walk down the street. It was amazing how you never thought you were that far away from things when you took a car. Then you realize its twenty minutes extra if you walk there.
"So he has some type of mind control."
I scoffed. "Obviously."
"Well that makes Andy seem a hell of a lot easier to blame for this whole shoot out thing from one simple phone call." Dean said softly, like he didn't want to believe it.
Right, it was hard for him to believe? He didn't have the emotional attachment that Sam or I could turn into the same thing one day. It made me think that we were on this path that no matter what we did to stop it, it just made us goes faster into the inevitable. What if we couldn't stop this thing? In one single second would our lives change for the worse? Would all the good work we'd done, all the lives we saved and all the sacrifices we made just be thrown to the wind one day? It made my stomach churn just thinking that the difference between me and Max Miller resembled something of a light switch.
It also didn't help that Andrew and I basically had the same name. It made me feel like I was already tail spinning out of control.
"Yeah, but we don't know that for sure. I mean, Andrew doesn't give me bad vibes Dean."
"He stole my car!" Dean breathed. His voice edged in such a way that it made you think you told him you wanted to cut his arm off.
"Yeah, okay. But he didn't ax murder you to take it." I countered, even though that excuse was kind of weak. I was trying too hard to think this Gallagher guy was misunderstood. Because if he was, then that long, dark path Sam and I were headed down didn't seem so final. "He doesn't make me feel like Gordon did. Or even Jason or Lucy. Maybe it's not him."
"You didn't get bad vibes about Max and we were wrong about him, Andy."
I stopped, running my hands over my face as a headache started to slowly pinch itself behind my eyelids. "Max was pushed to that. I'm not saying he was right but his life was screwed to hell. Andrew's isn't."
"It is if he's killing people." Dean argued, stopping in front of me.
"We don't know that! All we have is some papers from Ash that say his mother was killed in a fire…"
"And the fact he just Obi-Wan'd me into giving him my car!" Dean cut me off, letting go of my hand as we ran across the street to another part of the sidewalk.
I felt like smacking him upside the head and telling him to forget the damn car for a moment and listen to me. But that was like telling a toddler to forget about his dog that he had just seen get hit by a car.
I sighed, keeping my calmness in check as I saw that we were approaching the main road. Just because Gallagher stole a car didn't mean he was a murderer. Just because Sam and I were like Andrew and Max Miller didn't mean we'd all fall under the same fate. That was what I was trying to point out and hope for. But Dean wasn't listening.
"I'm just trying to tell you that I'm trying to believe Andrew isn't such a horrible person alright?" I asked him, as quietly as I could. My voice was pleading with him and I was embarrassed it was so apparent that this situation made me feel desperate and incredibly scared for Sam and I. "You can understand that can't you?"
Dean stopped and swooped an arm over my shoulders, craning me close to his chest. He kissed my head and nodded.
"Yeah, I understand." He replied just as quietly.
It amazed me how you could tell how a person felt just by what they said and how they said it. Yeah, Dean understood me. He also understood that this Andrew guy was already teetering on thin ice since the Impala. Sure, that didn't make him Max Miller material but he figured it was only amount of time. Especially if this whole thing with Sam's vision didn't work out. A sickening pit in my stomach confirmed that as we saw ambulances and cop cars up ahead and across the street.
"Oh no…" I looked around for Sam and saw him sitting on the curb, looking brokenly at the ambulance and at the coroners as they loaded up their own van.
Dean didn't want me to get my hopes up that this Gallagher wasn't bad news. And that's exactly what I had been doing. Until I saw this.
"You see Sam anywhere?" Dean asked me and I nodded, motioning that he was on the side of the crime scene.
"Yeah, over there." I said meekly and Dean looked at me unsure.
"You want to stay over here?…I don't know how bloody…" He tread carefully not knowing whether saying that would make me worse or better.
I merely nodded, kissing his cheek for the concern and stood my ground, shifting on my feet. "Yeah, go see how he is."
I already had a headache finding a permanent spot at the back of my head and I didn't need to feel nauseas if there was any blood. I rubbed my forehead for a moment and I noticed Dean hadn't left me yet, which was really good seeing as how a sudden pain struck the back of my head and I found myself gripping his arm to remain upright.
"Andy?"
I grabbed my head and groaned, loosing my footing and almost going down on my knees. Dean grabbed my arms; now realizing this was a vision attachment headache and held me for a moment before setting me gently down on the curb. He sat next to me and brought me into his arms, holding me tightly as he tried getting me through the worst of it.
It seemed like no matter how many times I had these I never got used to them. The pain was always different, in a different place with different amounts of intensity each time. I felt like I should have had an MRI after each one to make sure I wasn't developing some type of damn tumor. Which would, of course, be my type of luck.
As most of the pain subsided, my breathing was heavy and shaky and I felt Dean rub my back and I noticed that his lips hadn't left my head. To a passerbyer, it just looked like he was comforting someone upset from the scene across the street. I felt horrible thanking God for that good distraction because otherwise someone might have tried to come up to us to ask me if I was okay or if I needed some type of medical attention. And people in my business right about now would not have been good.
"Damn it." I swore, painful tears rolling down my cheeks. "I can never get used to how much that hurts."
Dean took a tissue from his pocket and wiped my tears away with it and handed it to me. I muttered a thanks and I saw he was looking across the street to see if Sam was still even there.
"Go," I told him. "I'll be okay; the worse of it's gone."
He looked at me somewhat ashamed he hadn't been paying attention to me and if I was even alright. I tried smiling but I'm pretty sure some part of my face was off. Everything felt kind of numb. "I'm okay; you should go see if Sam is. Plus one of his visions isn't far behind."
"Sorry." He said gently, probably because I don't think he knew what else he could say. I knew he hated seeing me in that type of pain and I felt bad he always had to be there when I went into it, especially since there was nothing he could do to stop it. But I would have hated to be alone. His rubbing and soothing usually always helped. The last time all I had was a Hooter's waitress and a couple of pills that didn't even help. I was grateful he was here but he was concerned about Sam and I didn't want him to sit here when he really didn't have to.
"Don't worry about it." I said gently and he nodded, kissing my face as he got up from beside me.
"I'll be right back." He promised.
"Obviously. If you think this is the way you're going to get rid of me you're nuts, especially since I wanna go on that date."
Dean smiled at me as he went into the street, checking both sides before he crossed. I watched him rush over and look for Sam, finding him where I saw him a few moments before my head explosion blurred my vision. I sat a few moments to make sure I wasn't dizzy and I stood up from the curb, waiting for Dean and Sam to make their way back over here.
They eventually did, Sam looking somber and upset. "Are you okay?" I asked him; understatement of the year.
He nodded and ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I'm fine. How are you?"
"I just had three hot pokers stab me in the back of my head." Sam grimaced and I nodded. Yep, that's pretty much what it felt like. "I'm super."
"Oh dear God…" Dean said suddenly and took off down the street. Sam and I looked at each other and then to Dean and followed him. I looked up ahead and felt a little better seeing the Impala sitting there, seemingly undamaged.
Dean damn near made out with his car right then and there. "I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again."
I rolled my eyes. "Right, like you left me across the street?" Dean glowered at me and I smiled, kissing his cheek. I leaned inside the car and handed him the keys. "At least he left the keys in it."
Sam scoffed, shifting on his feet. "Yeah. Real Samaritan, this guy."
I kept my comments to myself, Dean seeing them play in the back of my head and I exchanged a glance with him as I got in the car. This was so not the time to bring up that I still felt like this guy had done nothing wrong. I couldn't shake that feeling no matter how many times I told myself that he could have been the reason for the murder across the street. Not even that worked. Whoever this guy was I was convinced that he had nothing to do with it. But I kept that to myself. Stuff like that would send Sam into a rampage and that's all I would need right now.
"Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitchin' his nose. He's gotta use verbal commands." Dean said. He sat back in his seat instead of starting the car as Sam shut the passenger car door. I looked out the window and I could feel Dean's eyes on me.
Sam swore, making me consider about how the hell I was thinking. I didn't know this guy and I knew one of the reasons I was so hell bent on believing he wasn't evil was because I was too busy trying to save myself. "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 wished they could have just called him Andrew or Gallagher. My name being related with killing someone was really starting to upset me.
"I don't know, maybe." Dean said suddenly and I sighed, knowing he said that because of me.
"Dean, it's okay." I said gently.
Sam looked between the both of us, utter disgust and disbelief filling his features. "Beg your pardon? Something you want to fill me in on Andy?"
I twisted the pendant around my neck and played with the chain, refusing to meet his eyes. I swallowed, feeling sympathy practically leak from Dean. "I just think that…."
"That what Andy? How can you have doubts about this? Did you not see any of that across the street?" Sam barked.
Okay, apparently I didn't need to say much for Sam to know what I was thinking. And maybe that was a good thing because I didn't think I could defend my reasoning anyways.
"He just doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type, that's all." I tried and I could see I lit the match that was going to make Sam explode.
"Right, just like we didn't think Max Miller and Jason weren't murderers either. And look how peachy they turned out to be." He countered, making Dean snap Sam back in his seat as he whipped around to face me.
"Drop it Sam. The fact of the matter is someone is calling these people and setting them up to kill. That's all we know." Dean tried, keeping a small bridge between what Sam thought and what I thought. He just didn't want to voice his opinion because it'd cause a bigger rift. I knew he didn't think I was right. He was only dong this because he didn't want to choose between his brother and his girlfriend. So fine, we'd throw my notions out the window.
"Yeah, but how many people do we know with mind control Dean?" Sam swore and I shook my head, leaning it against the window.
"Sam's right, just forget it." I said angrily and then got out of the car. If we thought Andrew was a suspect, fine, let's check out his damn van.
"Andy…" Dean tried calling me back. He didn't need to apologize or give me guilty eyes. He thought what he thought and I thought what I thought. That's all this was.
"I said let's just forget it!" I said tiredly. I wasn't trying to show I was mad at him. "Now come on." He didn't deserve my anger because no one believed me or even showed a little interest that I might be right. Whatever happened happened. It didn't really matter what we all thought and whose side everyone was on.
I could see Dean exchange an angry glance with Sam as they got out of the car. Why the hell was he mad at Sam? Dean was the one agreeing with him.
We approached Andrew's van and I took out a tool from my back pocket to slide in between the doors.
"You got it?" Dean asked me. Okay, now he was just talking to hear himself. He knew I knew how to freakin jiggle open a door and talk at the same time.
"Yeah, I can multitask Dean."
I jerked the tool and the door unlocked. I slid it back in my pocket and opened one of the doors. My eyes widened at the completely tricked out van. It had a disco ball, carpet lining the back; no doubt for extra curricular activities, and many band posters that I'd never heard of lining the walls.
"Oh, come on. This is…this is magnificent, that's what this is." Dean said, observing the van and grinning widely. I could bet my left leg that if he could do something like this to the backseat of the Impala he would. "Not exactly a serial killer's lair, though." He looked directly at me as he said it. Like it was some sort of silent apology I was supposed to except. He didn't need to try and back up what I thought about Andrew. I knew how I felt about him. He was trying to reassure himself that he was making the right choice. "There's no little clown paintings on the walls or scissors stuck in victims' photos…" He trailed off looking at the band names on the wall.
I pointed to one of them. "I like the tiger." I said smiling and he smiled at me too, taking my hand and squeezing it.
Sam seemed preoccupied with the books that were lining the floor. "Hegel? Kant? Wittgenstein?" He picked one up. "That's some pretty heavy reading, Dean."
So I guess since I didn't think this guy was the root of all evil I didn't get acknowledged at all. Whatever. Plus, it was kind of hard to take what Sam was saying seriously. Or take Gallagher seriously as I saw Dean lift something up.
"Yeah, and, uh…Moby Dick's bong." He grinned and I burst into laughter, Sam rolling his eyes and walking back to the Impala.
"Think we could borrow it?" I asked quietly and Dean shrugged his shoulders looking over the very huge bong. Where the hell did you even get one that size?
"Think we could borrow the back of his van for our date?" He asked and I shoved him, knocking him off balance and he almost dropped the bong. I laughed as he tried to straighten himself, like he hadn't almost fallen over and gently set the bong back down in the back seat.
I closed the door and made sure no one had been watching us as we crossed the street back over to the Impala. "If you think you're cheapening out on this extravagant date…"
"I have never been cheap in my entire life."
"Are you serious?" I asked him. "You wouldn't let me buy certain tampons because they were expensive. And it's not like we even actually pay for anything anyways!" I said incredulously, my shrill voice making an amused smile tug on his lips.
"I was just making a suggestion. The ones you wanted were seven bucks, the ones that you got were five." He shrugged. Yeah, I guess it wasn't such a big deal to him. He didn't have to use them. I wanted, ya know, plastic ones. And he got these cardboard inserters that hurt like a freakin bitch. And he wondered why I was so bitchy when I was on my period. It was called Menstruating for a reason.
I shoved him again and he glared at me playfully. "Again with the shoving? I'm going to get permanently thrown off balance because of you, you know that?"
"I hate you." I said and sighed and he smiled, pulling me against him.
"That's too bad." He said, nuzzling his nose against my neck, causing me to shiver. "Because I'm getting to be really fond of you."
Yeah, he was so fond of me but he couldn't even believe my gut instincts. I bit my tongue on bringing up another fight and saw a Quickie Mart close to were the Impala was parked.
"You hungry? I haven't eaten since this morning." I said suddenly, running a hand over my growling stomach.
He nodded and slightly shrugged. "Yeah, I could eat."
"Great, ask Sam if he wants anything and we'll head to the Quickie Mart up ahead."
Dean groaned but then nodded and went around the other side of the car to ask Sam if he wanted anything. I started walking past the car and to the mart, getting a head of Dean. It's not like there was a lot of choices at a Quickie Mart. You basically had the choice of three lovely microwavable choices: burger, some type of quesillada , or a snack wrap. All of it processed and all of it leaving a really horrible taste in the back of your throat that made you miss your mom's cooking. Well…so to speak anyways.
My phone started chirping noisily in my pocket and I rolled my eyes, pulling it out to answer. It was probably Dean, saying he didn't feel like coming in for microwavable burgers or that he was gonna ask why couldn't I have waited for him? But as I looked at the phone, Dean's name wasn't the one lighting up the screen. It was Chrissie. Fourth time she had called me and it was the fourth time I hadn't had the courage to answer and just let it ring.
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I watched my phone in my hands until it stopped ringing, and then a moment later the screen lit up again stating I had a new voice mail. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Why was I so afraid to just answer the damn phone? I guess I couldn't see what she could possibly want. Especially since the last time I saw she called me and my father hacks. I headed into the Quickie Mart and scanned the microwavable items and glared at the packaged burgers. Ick. I think I'd just get a coffee and a bag of chips. I scanned the chips, wishing they had pop tarts, and opened my phone to listen to the voicemail.
You have one new message. 3:24 P.M.
"Hey Andy, it's me Chrissie, again. Look I get the feeling you don't want to see me and I understand that, I do. But you don't understand, I don't know who else to call. Please, just call me back. I have no idea what to do in this situation…"
End of Message. To delete this message press seven. I sighed and pressed seven. Message deleted. No new messages.
Situation? What situation could I possibly…then a thought reared its ugly head. Maybe she needed something that pertained to my job. I literally almost laughed out loud. The job she didn't believe in. The job she called my father and the Winchesters hacks for. Oh, if irony could smack me upside the head I'd have a black and blue mark.
"Hey." Dean said coming up behind me and I jumped, causing chips to fly up in the air. "Did you have like massive amounts of coffee this morning?"
I punched his shoulder. "Jesus, Dean. Don't do that!"
"Why are you so jumpy?" He asked smiling. When I didn't smile or send back a wise ass remark his face grew concerned. "What's wrong?"
I shook my head. "Nothing." Because that's all it could have been right? Nothing? I needed to call Chrissie back.
"Right, because that mile high jump with flying chips really helps your claim."
I nodded and looked at him and his concerned eyes. I kissed his cheek, hoping I wasn't sending him into a worry wart state. "My cousin called."
"Your cousin?" He asked. I could literally see him going over the cousins of mine he knew in his head. "Chrissie Hangton?" I nodded meekly and I felt a breath catch in his throat. "The same Chrissie Hangton that called you and your father a hack?"
"She's called me like four times."
"Did you answer?" I shook my head no and he nodded understandingly. I loved how he understood why I hadn't answered when I didn't even know why I didn't. "Leave a message?"
"Yeah, she keeps saying that she needs me for something. That it's important and that if I don't want to see her I have to at least call her back."
"Oh, no we should go see her." Dean said carefully and my eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
"You don't even like Chrissie." Dean and Sam had only met Chrissie a few times. But it had only took that one incident where I had come back crying for them to think otherwise of her. "Why would you want to go see her?" I asked and Dean cocked his head to the side.
"So she can tell me exactly where I can stick my sawed-off…" The statement caught me off guard and I broke out in giggles. He smiled, apparently happy to hear the laughing. "I'm glad you think it's funny, but I'm being totally serious."
I reached my arms up around his neck and hugged him tightly. He took a minute to shift but put his arms around me nonetheless, squeezing me equally tight. He grunted softly. It was a warm grunt; like the noise you make when you're glad someone's hugging you really tight.
"I love you." I said softly.
He brought a hand up my back and ran it down my spine. "I love you too."
I pulled back from him and smiled, giving him a small kiss on his lips. I turned around and picked up the back of chips, playing with the bag in my hands. Fritos or Regular Ruffles?
"I think after this case we should go see her. The first few messages she left said she was still living at the same house."
"Can I ask why?"
I nodded and shrugged. "She sounded urgent. I just, I have this feeling like why on earth would she be calling me unless it had to do with my job."
"The job she didn't believe in?" Dean asked skeptically. I kept feeling like I needed a 'Do not Disturb' sign on my brain even though I knew Dean wasn't a mind reader. Pretty damn close to one sometimes though.
"She was eighteen. Maybe she's matured…" That sounded way better in my head.
"Or maybe she has bad pipes and a case of rats in her basement and she thinks she has a haunting." Dean said, reaching a cup for me on the coffee maker and filling it.
"Believe me. She would have tried everything to figure out what it was before she would have called me. I'm the last straw."
Dean tipped the cup, spilling a little coffee into the drain so I would have room to add sugar and cream. "All I'm saying is maybe you should call her back to see what's up before we head all the way over to Freeport."
"We're in Oklahoma Dean, not California. Illinois won't be that far away." I said quietly and he shifted and sighed. "I'll drive if you don't want to."
Dean handed me the coffee and made a face at the packaged burgers but grabbed one nonetheless and threw it in the microwave. "That's not what I'm talking about. I have no problem driving. I do, however, have a problem heading down to that house and have her mouth off to you again if a haunting isn't really the case."
I knew that situation could happen. We could head all the way down there and Dean could have been right. Leaky pipes and rats. Chrissie could turn right around and say the same thing she said to me how many years ago. She was the type of person to do that but she was my family. And you can't trade your family; no matter who they are or how they choose to act.
I smiled at the protective gesture and knotted my one hand with his as I held the coffee with the other and put the bag of chips under my arm. "Well that's why I'm bringing you with me."
"As long as you're sure you wanna go…" He said, uncertainty filling his voice as the microwave beeped and he let go of my hand to get the burger.
I nodded, watching him sniff the burger as it came out of the microwave. "I do. She's my family and if something happens to her because I'm too scared and angry to see her then…"
"You'll never forgive yourself." Dean finished and I nodded. He kissed my forehead and ran his lips all the way down my nose to kiss my lips.
"Can I still bring my sawed-off?" He asked softly and I giggled, pushing him towards the counter.
I go back to that day millions of times; the day I told Chrissie I was leaving. I always choose the same outcome, leaving with Dean and Sam. I can't imagine what my life would be without them.
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"Ugh." Dean groaned, throwing the wrapper of the burger into the backseat. It hit me off the head and I rolled my eyes. "You know, one day, I'd love to just sit down and eat something that I didn't have to microwave in a mini-mart."
"Quickie Mart." I corrected him, throwing the wrapper back up at him.
He smiled and rolled his eyes, twisting the foil in between his hands before throwing it back at me again.
"What I don't get is the motive." Sam said suddenly, turning in his seat to look at me and Dean. I offered him some of my chips and he took a handful. "I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean. Why would Andy waste him?"
"Can we call him Andrew?" I asked, feeling uncomfortable once again.
Dean sighed, seeming to hear me but answering Sam. "If it is Andrew."
Sam sighed angrily. Angry Car Scene Part 2: Action! "Dude, enough."
"What?" Dean asked tiredly. "You have a point. He had no motive. Max had a motive."
Maybe we shouldn't have been comparing Andrew to Max since each child the demon visited was different. Especially since, if the times called for it, I wouldn't want to be compared to Max. But I kept my mouth shut. Dean was currently on my side and I wanted it to stay that way.
"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 looked at us like we couldn't add.
"No, I don't have any type of mind control. Andrew does." Why was I fighting for this again?
"The names Andrea and Andrew are completely different." Sam said with a roll of his eyes and continued to harass Dean. "Why are you bending over backwards, defending him? Besides the fact that your girlfriend is for the other side."
"'Cause you're not right about this. It doesn't matter that she's my girlfriend, it matters because she's right." Dean said angrily, gripping the steering wheel.
Suddenly, Andrew approached the car, scaring the hell out of all of us. I'm guessing he heard about everything. "Hey! You think I haven't seen you three? Why are you following me?" He asked.
Sam didn't falter. "Well, we're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed away—"
Andrew knew we were lying and he yelled, "Tell the truth!"
A sudden chill filled me, like when he had asked for the Impala. But it wasn't as effective as it had been before. Sam didn't seem effected at all because he nodded, continuing his lie from before. Andrew's mind control didn't affect Sam and apparently it only took me a few times to be resistant to it as well. Dean however, wasn't so lucky.
"We hunt demons." Dean blurted out. Sam looked at him shocked and I ran a hand over my face in embarrassment as Dean couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Demons, spirits –- things your worst nightmare wouldn't even touch. Sam here, he's my brother…" Dean continued transfixed and Sam looked alarmed while Andrew just looked dumbfounded. "And Andy back there is my girlfriend."
"Dean, shut up!" Sam grit out.
Dean shook his head. "I'm trying to." He looked back at Andrew and continued to babble. I wondered if I maybe, put my hand on his mouth he'd shut up? But then I thought he'd bite me and continue on. "Both of them are psychic. Sam here thinks you're a murderer, and he's afraid that he's gonna become one himself." I looked at Andrew and shook my head. "Because Andy and him are all part of something terrible, I hope to hell that's wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared that it might be right."
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Halt the freaking conversation. Dean was scared of us now?
"Okay, you know what?" Andrew asked, backing up from the car as Dean put his head in his hands and groaned. "Just leave me alone."
Sam got out of the car and I followed, leaving Dean the last to get out. I put my hand up and told him to stay still since he was the only one Andrew could really affect.
"Look, I said leave me alone!" Sam shook his head, advancing on him and I stood my ground hoping he didn't do something drastic. "Get out of here! Just start driving and never stop!"
Sam shrugged. "Doesn't seem to work on me, Andy."
I shifted and moved towards him. He told me to stop, but I didn't, ignoring the slight chill down my spine. "Me neither."
"What?" Andrew looked at us confused, like we were aliens or something.
"You can make people do things, can't you?" Andrew laughed like we belonged in a nut house. Although as Sam talked, he's the one that sounded crazy. "It all started about a year ago, didn't it? After you turned twenty-two. Little stuff at first, then you got better at controlling it."
Andrew stared at us, thoroughly creeped out. "How did you know all this?"
"Cause the same thing happened to me and her. Our moms died in a fire, too. We have abilities, too."
Sam was really starting to creep Andrew out and I inched foreword, putting a hand on his forearm. "You're scaring him Sam." I said gently.
"I don't care Andy." Sam jerked his arm out of my grasp. "He needs to know what's going on."
Andrew had his hands up in front of him like we were going to attack him. Sam shook his head. "Why'd you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?"
Andrew was stunned. "What?"
I knew right then and there that I had been right. He hadn't done anything. Andrew was looking at Sam oddly and I didn't think anything of it because Sam was acting like somewhat of a crazy person. But as I looked at him, he was wincing in pain but trying to ignore it. His vision was starting.
"Why did you kill him?" Sam asked roughly and I grabbed Sam's forearms as he groaned in pain and went down on his knees, just like I had done.
I held him as he reached the ground and kneeled down next to him, running my hands through his hair. Dean rushed over to us and grabbed Sam by the shoulders.
"Sam! What is it?" Dean asked.
"I didn't do anything to him." Andrew said warily, like we were going to blame him for Sam's vision.
I nodded at him and smiled, trying to be comforting. "I know, it's okay."
Sam was breathing heavily and I felt his weight shift. He was trying to stand or sit up but eventually he just collapsed against me. "A woman…a woman burning alive. A gas station –- a woman's gonna kill herself."
"What does he mean, "going to"? What is he—" Andrew tried understanding what was going on but Dean turned around and snapped at him.
"Shut up."
"She gets triggered by a call on her cell." Sam said quietly, massaging his temples. "As long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch, he can't hurt her."
I winced when Andrew tried defending himself for almost an eighth time. "I didn't hurt anybody!"
Sam winced, trying to stand. He slinked towards Andrew as he did so and spouted out, "Yeah, not yet."
A fire truck blazed by, sirens blaring into the silence. Dean and I exchanged a worried glance as Sam told him to go check it out.
"What are you doing?" He asked me and I helped Sam stand up, but he still leaned against me and I rubbed a comforting hand on his back.
"I'll stay here and keep an eye on Sam."
He nodded and hurried into his car, driving to where the fire trucks had headed. Andrew tried to come near me as I set Sam down on what looked like a bunch of cinder blocks.
"Is he alright?" He asked me and I nodded.
"He will be. Killer headaches are attached to the visions." I said, running a hand through Sam's hair. He looked uncomfortable, but grateful for the touch.
Andrew shifted nervously. "Is that…um, is that what you have too? Visions?"
"Uh, kind of. My visions are mostly set as nightmares and let's just say that some have tried to kill me."
He sat down next to Sam, even though Sam nearly pounced on him and looked at me sadly. "Dude, that sucks."
I chuckled. "No kidding." I extended my hand, ignoring the death glare Sam was giving me. "I'm Andrea, you can call me Andy."
He hesitated but shook my hand. "Andrew…and likewise."
I smirked and nodded. "Okay, Andy."
"This conversation is very heart warming but can you please stop talking to a wanted murderer." Sam spat and I moved my hand from his hair.
"I didn't kill anybody." Andy said again, almost angry now.
I nodded, taking a walk out on the limb here. "I believe him."
He looked like he wanted to hug me. "Thank you."
Sam's phone started ringing and Sam winced against the noise. "Yeah?" Sam answered and I knew it was Dean. I gave Andy a comforting smile and leaned in close to hear what Dean was saying. The woman had already burned up when he had gotten there, apparently the smell hadn't even cleared yet. I grimaced. Dean was also right in saying that we were with Andy when the phone call to kill the woman had been made. It wasn't him doing it. I felt like shoving a big old 'I told you so' right in Sam's face. But I resisted the urge to do so as he hung up his phone and nodded at me slightly, apologizing for not listening to me.
I sighed, kissing his head in a sisterly way, hoping to ease some of the headache pains.
"When I got my mind thing," Andy started, looking at us. "It was like a gift, you know? It was like I won the lotto."
"But you still live in a van." Sam countered. "I don't get it. I mean, you could have anything you ever wanted."
Andy sighed and shrugged. "I've got everything I need."
I smiled. "You're a good guy Andy." I said quietly and he smiled at me.
Sam paused, looking at me and then him. "So, you're really not a killer, huh?"
I laughed, punching his arm playfully. "Dude, that's what I've been trying to tell you." I said and Andy smiled and nodded in agreement.
"That's good. It means there's hope for all of us."
Dean arrived shortly after that and informed us that the victim's name was Holy Beckett. But Andy didn't know who she was. Dean had called Ash on the way over and came up with that Holly Beckett gave birth when she was eighteen years old, back in 1983. It had been the same day that Andy had been born. Look's like the only thing we could do was get a hard copy of the birth record. But the thing was, they were sealed in a county office.
Andy simply smiled at us. "Well, screw that."
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"I probably shouldn't have let you kids in here." The officer said, as he let us into the record rooms and we scattered about, looking for what we needed. Yeah, he probably shouldn't have seeing as how we were rarely up to anything good.
I sat down in the chair, watching Andy impersonate Obi-Wan telling the guard that it was alright and that we weren't the droids he was looking for.
I rolled my eyes as Dean smiled. "Awesome."
Sam was flipping through a box and I put my arms on the table and leaned my head down, closing my eyes.
"You alright?" I heard Dean ask me as I felt a hand go on my back and rub in small circles.
I lifted my head and nodded, rubbing my temples as Andy came back into the room. "Yeah, I'm fine. I still have that headache from before."
Dean pulled up a chair next to me, massaging my shoulders with his hands as Sam stated he found something.
"Andy, it's true. Holly Beckett was your birth mother." Sam said and Andy looked stunned.
"Does anyone have a Vicodin?"
I chuckled. "I wish."
"Dr. Jennings was her doctor, too. I mean, he oversaw the adoption. You have a solid connection to both of them."
"Yeah, but I didn't kill 'em."
I nodded, looking at Dean. "We believe you."
Sam nodded hesitantly. "Yeah."
"But, uh…who did?" Dean asked and I felt my headache kick into overdrive. Damn it, this wasn't from before. This was a whole brand new explosion ready to set my brain cells on fire.
"I think I've got a pretty good guess." Sam paused. "Holly Beckett gave birth to twins."
I moaned, clutching my head and I felt Dean and Sam come up beside me and squeeze my shoulders.
"What's going on with her?" Andy asked, his voice just as worried as Sam and Dean felt clutching my arms and shoulders.
"We got you, it's almost over." Dean soothed and after a few more moments of what seemed to be like blinding pain I collapsed against Dean, breathing heavily.
Sam squeezed my shoulder and sighed, shaking his head. "Glad to know I've got another one of those coming."
I groaned, shifting my face in between Dean's arm and shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and ran his fingers through my hair.
"Why do I have to be the freaking warning flare?" I asked, my voice muffled against Dean's leather jacket.
He rested his chin on my head. "So who's the twin?"
Sam scoffed. "Ansem Weems."
"You don't know who that is either?" Dean asked and I shook my head too, not remembering that we met anyone by that name.
Sam sighed, hearing the fax machine go off. "He has a local address. There's a picture coming over from the DMV right now." Sam tore the paper and I lifted my head to see who it was. I'll be God damned.
Webber.
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We sped out of there so fast I think my head almost spun. Actually I was a bit dizzy from the headache anyway so technically, everything was spinning. I closed my eyes as soon as I reached the back of the Impala and leaned against the window as Sam slid in next to me and Andy took the passenger seat.
"You okay back there baby?" Dean asked me, I could tell he was shifting his eyes from the rearview mirror and the road.
I nodded weakly and whispered somewhat of an answer. Sam put his hand on my shoulder and rubbed, an action I'm sure Dean was glaring at but chose to ignore at the moment.
"All right, Andy. Tell us everything you know about this guy." Dean probed, wanting to know about Webber.
"Webber shows up one day…eight months ago, acting like he's my best friend in the world. Kind of weird, like…trying too hard, you know?"
I felt Sam's hand leave my shoulder and he began to cringe in pain. I leaned up and did the same thing he'd been doing to me, gripping his shoulder tightly as his vision took affect.
Dean shrugged, not noticing Sam. "He must have known you guys were twins."
"Dean stop the car." I said as Sam began to come out of the vision, groaning in unbearable pain.
Dean skid the car to a stop and got out, rounding to open Sam's car door. Sam tried getting out and Dean gripped his shoulders. "Sam, you alright?"
"We need to get to that dam, fast."
Dean and I exchanged glances but didn't share the looks of confusion. We took out the map and located the dam, getting there as fast as Dean could take us. We got there at least five minutes later and I thanked God that he had made Dean a speed demon on the road.
We gathered some weapons from the trunk. "Dean, you should stay back." Sam said as he loaded his gun.
Dean nodded and looked at me. "No argument here. I've had my head screwed with enough for one day."
"I'm coming with you." I said and Dean nodded, holding onto my hand as we climbed up a hill deep into the trees. We had to get far enough up that we could see the bridge and how everything played out.
We'd have a vantage point to shoot from too if anything went sideways. I could hear Dean load his weapon beside me as I watched Sam break through the window of the car. I heard Sam screaming for Webber to get out of the car, and Webber just looked at him, apparently thinking his mind melding was going to work. I smiled as I saw Sam wail a punch at Webber and pulled him from the car. They placed tape over his mouth but Andy reacted too heatedly after Tracy start crying. He attacked Webber, starting to kick him. Sam tried to pull him off but Webber reacted, pulling the tape off and told Tracy to do something.
I gasped as Sam got hit on the back. Dean kneeled down close to me, seeing what was going on and cocked the rifle. But as he did so Webber slowly turned around and I swore he waved to us. I looked at Dean surprised and he pulled back from aiming, like someone was talking to him. Oh, no. Suddenly, Dean was lowering the weapon under his chin and I tried to pull the gun from him but he had a stronger hold.
"Dean don't…"
His fingers were trembling on the trigger and suddenly a shot rang out, scaring the hell out of me and knocked me back on my ass. I closed my eyes tightly; afraid I would see blood when I opened them. But, thank God, when I opened them Dean was just lowering the weapon looking stunned. I looked towards Sam and the dam. Andy. Andy had shot Webber.
I sighed, pushing myself up and throwing myself into his arms to hug him tightly. I kissed his head and I could feel him smile ever so gently into my shoulder as he hugged back. I really had had enough with mind control for one day.
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"Andy, I hate to do this…" I turned to Dean as I closed the trunk and swore when I realized that he wasn't actually talking to me. "We have to get out of here." He told Andy and he nodded meekly.
"Here, I wrote down my cell." Sam handed Andy a small piece of paper. "You don't have to be alone in this, all right? If anything comes up, you call me up."
He took the piece of paper and just looked at it for a moment. Then back at us as we started heading into the Impala. "What am I supposed to do now?" He sounded so lost.
I smiled and went to hug him tightly. "You be good, Andy."
Dean nodded, watching me. "Or we'll be back." He added quietly.
Letting him go and watching him put more of his mojo on the officers, motioning to us, no doubt getting us a way out here; I was going to miss him. He was a good guy to have around, not to mention we could basically get away with anything.
"Looks like I was right." Sam said gently as we opened the car doors.
"About what?" I asked.
"Andy. He's a killer, after all."
Dean scoffed. "No, he's a hero. He saved his girlfriend's life, he saved my life." Sam rolled his eyes and I leaned against the Impala, angry he just wouldn't let this go. Why he couldn't just let a little bit of light up our tunnel huh? "He's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was pushed into that." Dean tried, but all he did was give Sam more ammo. Hell, the same ammo I'd been thinking about when all this started.
Sam nodded. "That's my point Dean. Webber was pushed, too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death. Andy'd be pushed if something happened to you." I looked at the ground, knowing Dean's eyes were on me. I couldn't deny that. I honestly didn't know what I'd do if Dean suddenly just died on me. But I could tell you this; it wouldn't be remotely sane.
Dean's voice was gruff. It was rough because he knew this conversation wasn't going to plummet into anything good. "What's your point, Sam?"
"Right circumstances, everyone's capable of murder." Sam looked at me and narrowed his eyes. "Everyone." Jason. "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?" Dean argued but his voice was shaking. "Quit worrying about it."
He was scared and that's what reminded me of what had happened in the car. "You know, we heard you before, Dean. When Andy made you tell the truth." I said gently and Sam nodded, remembering as well. "You're just as scared of this as Sam and I am."
"That was mind control!" Dean countered; which didn't make one lick of sense. "It's like being Roofie'd, man, that doesn't count."
"Huh?" I looked at him like he was actually on drugs. "No…being Roofie'd is being Roofie'd. One has nothing to do with the other."
Dean shook his head; determined. "No, I'm calling a do-over."
Sam and I exchanged looks. "What are you, seven?" he asked and I smirked.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Doesn't matter." That was a big fat yes to that question. "We've just gotta keep doing what we're doing, find that evil son of a bitch, and kill it."
I'm guessing that was the last word on the subject since Dean got in the car. Sam shot me a questioning look and I shrugged, not knowing what to think either.
It was off to Chrissie's.
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It took us two and a half days to reach Chrissie's. And that was non stop. We slept in shifts and only stopped for gas and food. Dean and I had explained everything to Sam in between the ride there and he was hesitant to head all the way out there. These brothers were closer than they thought. Sam had had the exact same reasons for not wanting to go.
I shifted in my seat as Dean pulled up to her house, sighing as he turned the engine off. He was tired and Sam looked exhausted. I felt horrible.
"I'm sorry you guys." I said gently and leaned between them. When they saw me they perked up a bit, but only enough to try and fool me. You could see how tired they were behind their eyes.
"It's okay," Dean said softly and kissed the side of my head, closing his eyes as he leaned his head against mine.
Sam just settled with the window and leaned his head against it. "She's knows we're coming right?"
I nodded. "I called her back and left a message about a few hours ago. She should know and if she doesn't, when we open the door we can yell surprise." I said sarcastically, trying to sound a bit entertained.
Sam nodded and looked at Dean. "Yeah, with loaded shotguns aimed at her." He smiled and Dean chuckled. "Surprise."
"Come on, guys. At least try and behave. You've never even met her more than once, and we were all little." I said, trying to control them before I actually introduced them to Chrissie all over again. I could just hear the snide remarks and comments sliding from both the Winchester's mouths at different times for different responses.
"Yeah, and the second time we heard of her she made you cry and called your dad a hack." Sam said, turning his head to look at me. "I think Dean and I prefer shotguns."
"I'm just saying, don't do anything drastic unless you have to." I wanted this visit to be as perfectly calm as I could make it. "Come on."
I pulled back from them and got out of the car, observing the small house from over top of the Impala hood. The grey and white house reflected against the shininess of Dean's black car and I eyed the steps as I remembered which one I had sat one when I told her I had been leaving.
I reached to knock on the door but then hesitated, pulling my arm back ever so slightly. I glanced back for Sam and Dean. They were right behind me and gave me comforting smiles. Dean muttered something to Sam about loading his shotgun and Sam snickered.
I rolled my eyes and went to knock on the door, only for it to be opened for me. And there she was as clear as day, all recent images of her flowing from my mind. She was just as tall as me, even though she was older. Her blonde hair had even blonder highlights and still bobbed at her shoulders. She still had those amazing green eyes though and that's when she noticed my blue ones.
"Andy?" She asked, with a slight smile. Her voice was deeper but it still held a girlish charm to it. She just didn't sound so childish anymore, even though I doubted she matured with age.
I nodded and shifted on my feet. Should I hug her? "Hi, Chrissie." I wanted to. It just felt right. But I didn't and stood for clearing my throat and running hands through my hair instead.
"I didn't think you'd actually come." She said gently, leaning against the door frame and crossed her arms over her chest. It was a very uptight gesture and it made me feel like she was looking down on me.
"Well, you said you needed me."
Chrissie nodded and smiled slightly, noticing Sam and Dean behind me. "I know what I said…" She trailed off and I rolled my eyes. And it took me about fifteen seconds to realize that she wasn't going to listen to a word I said until she pictured each of the Winchesters naked.
I turned and sighed, leaning against the house. "I'm surprised you didn't notice them ten seconds ago. Your Lust radar out of batteries?" I asked and she glared at me.
Dean's mouth quirked into a smirk and he pocketed his hands. "I'm Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam."
Her eyes were practically undressing Dean and I grunted, moving to stand in between Dean and Sam. Like I hadn't realized this was going to happen the moment we got here.
"Dean's my boyfriend Chrissie." I said pointedly. "So you can stop undressing him with your eyes."
Dean smiled, snaking an arm around my waist and kissed the back of my head. "Yeah, doesn't she know that any undressing that has to do with me is strictly your job?" He asked and I smiled at him, thanking him for making me feel loads more comfortable.
Chrissie was so jealous you could practically smell it. And it smelled remotely of paper burning. Some type of fire within her that was making her seethe. Whatever, revenge was somewhat sweet. She cleared her throat and ran a hand through her hair, remembering she was twenty six and not four.
"Sorry." She muttered. I wish I would have had a tape recorder. "Why don't you come in?" She asked.
Sam went in first to follow and I turned and gave Dean a small kiss. "Thank you."
He smiled in return and ushered me inside. "Come on, that was nothing. You know that." He whispered to me as we followed Chrissie into the small kitchen.
It reminded me of my old house. Small cabinets with a refrigerator and sink. No dishwasher and a small table in the middle of the room with chairs. The room was painted a dull pink color. And when I say dull, I mean really dull. The pink almost resembled a peach color. There were roses tinting themselves on the walls and the tiles covering the floor were white…almost too white.
"Beer?" She asked us and we all nodded. She was offering so why the hell not? She handed us some out of the fridge and sat at the table, Sam and I joining her while Dean stood behind my chair.
"So what exactly did you need me for?" I asked.
She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She never looked frazzled like this and honestly, it was worrying me a tiny bit. "Look, I was in this relationship with this guy named Clark and I broke it off, right? He wasn't the guy for me, I mean, we had nothing in common."
I groaned. "Are you serious? You called me to help you with a guy?"
"He won't leave me alone."
"Well, that's life Chrissie. It's about time something like that exploded in your face." I said harshly and I could feel Dean tense at my words. What did he even care what I said to her? She treated people like crap, especially guys who actually wanted to get to know her and I was supposed to what? Just brush this under the rug for her? Not to mention I was pissed I had made Sam and Dean drive all the way out here for this. Scratch that, I wasn't pissed, I was furious.
"You don't understand." She said quietly, looking up at me with tears in her eyes. "He's dead."
I looked at her a bit surprised as she bit on her lower lip to stop the tears. Well, why hadn't she just said that? That changed everything now didn't it?
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