The only information we got at the coffee shop where Andy had been employed is what the vehicle he drives looks like, so the boys and I drive around town looking for a van with a barbarian queen riding a polar bear painted on the side. We find it parked on Orchard Street, just like we were told.

"That van is sweet," Dean says. "I'm starting to like this dude."

Sam throws a perfect bitchface his brother's way, prompting Dean to ask him what's wrong.

"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. "

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

"My visions haven't been wrong yet," Sam replies.

"What's your point?" Dean asks his brother

"My point is, I'm one of them."

"No, you're not," Dean retorts

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

"Yeah? And?"

"And yeah, maybe this is his plan, maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks, maybe we're all supposed to be-"

"What, killers?" Dean implores, astonished at his brother's thoughts.

"Yeah."

"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."

"Those things were asking for it. There's a difference," Dean clarifies, clearly done with the whole conversation. "Guys, there he is," I interrupt them, seeing Andy exiting a building, wearing pajamas and a long satin robe embroidered with dragons. "That's our killer?" I am dumbfounded that this dude could be our killer.

Sam suddenly sees the man from his vision so we let him out to follow him while we tail Andy. The van suddenly stops in the middle of the street and Andy walks back to the Impala. Dean grabs his pistol and lays it in his lap, concealed by his jacket. I reach down and grab the knife I had hidden under the seat as we watch Andy lean down to talk to us.

"Hey," Andy greets us.

"Hey... hey," Dean and I say almost simultaneously.

"This is a cheery ride" Andy declares, giving a longing gaze to the outside of the car.

"Yeah, thanks," Dean agrees

"Man, the '67? Impala's best year if you ask me. This is a serious classic!" Andy exclaims and I can see Dean's chest puff up in pride.

"Yeah. You know, we just rebuilt her, too."

"Yeah?" Andy asks, glancing over at me.

"Yeah, can't let a car like this one go," I tell him. I can see that he isn't too sure about my presence. "Damn straight!" He proclaims, nodding toward me before looking back at Dean. "Hey. Can I have it?"

"Sure, man," Dean says opening the door and exiting the car. I slide over and get out the passenger side. As Andy drives away in Dean's beloved Baby, I look over at him, "Uh, Dean what just happened?"

"God dammit! He just Obi-wanned us, Nic!"

Sam calls as we are walking back toward the center of town where we had previously dropped him off. "Dean! Andy's got the Impala!" I can hear him through the phone.

"We know," Dean replies, downhearted. "He just sorta asked me for it and I...I let him take it."

"You what? Where's Nic?"

"I'm here, Sam," I speak loud enough for him to hear me through the phone. Dean continues explaining what happened. "It's mind control, man!"

As Dean and I walked up to where Sam said he'd meet us, we are faced with a very grim sight. Lights blink as we watch paramedics put a body bag into the back of an ambulance and pull away. We see Sam sitting on the curb and rush over to him. Dean crouches down and puts a hand on his younger brother's shoulder.

"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."

After the police leave the scene and the crowd begins to dissipate, the three of us walk down the street back toward the coffee shop we had visited just an hour ago. Sitting in the street is the Impala. Dean lets go of my hand and takes off. "Oh, thank god! I'm sorry, Baby. I'll never leave you again," Dean talks to the car, relief evident in his voice. "Well, at least he left the keys in it," I state, looking into the window. "Yeah, Real Samaritan, this guy," Sam huffs, sarcastically.

Getting into the car, we begin discussing the case. "Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose, he's gotta use verbal commands," Dean says. "The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus. Andy must have called him or something," Sam explains. "I don't know, maybe." Dean doesn't seem to sure. "Beg your pardon?" Sam asks incredulously.

"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."

"Either way, how are we going to track this guy down?"

"We could always go check out his van," I suggest.

"Good idea babe," Dean announces as he winks at me

The back of his van looks like some sort of hippie refuge with its disco ball, fur rugs, a tiger painted on the wall, several thick books, even an enormous bong.

"Not exactly a serial killer's lair," I say looking around the interior of the vehicle. "There's no... clown paintings on the walls, or scissors stuck in victims' photos. Ooh, I like that tiger."

Dean chuckles and looks at me, "I'll give you the tiger if I can have Moby Dick's bong."

I just shake my head at my boyfriend and continue going through Andy's belongings.

Later as we are sitting in the car, eating our mini-mart specials, Dean speaks up, "Ugh. You know, one day I'd love to just sit down and eat something you've cooked for us, Nic. Something homemade and not out of a microwave."

"Soon as we get to Bobby's I'll make you a big pot of spaghetti and even a pie," I promise him as I continue chowing down on my hot dog. We go back to the discussion of whether or not Andy had anything to do with the murder Sam witnessed, both in his vision and first-hand, when Andy appears at Sam's window.

"Hey! You think I haven't seen you three? Why are you following me?"

Sam calmly starts telling Andy the same spiel we told his co-workers. "Well, we're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed aw-"

"Tell the truth!" Andy demands.

"We hunt demons," Dean confesses abruptly.

"What?" Andy looks stunned.

"Dean!" Sam shouts, surprised that his brother so easily disclosed that information.

"Demons and spirits. Things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam here, he's my brother. And Nic my girlfriend," Dean continues with his confession.

"Dean, shut up!" Sam yells at his brother.

"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."

"This hot dog tastes like ass warmed over. Plus Sam here thinks you're a killer while Dean has been defending you. Hey, let me ask you this. How much stuff can your bong hold?" I start rambling.

"Okay, you know what?" Andy says, startled. "Just leave me alone."

"Okay," Dean and I agree.

"All right?" Andy says and walks away.

Sam gets out to go after Andy while Dean and I sit in the car, looking stunned. Dean starts laughing, "Nic, did you really ask him about his bong?" I just shrug and giggle.

We watch Sam and Andy have a conversation when Sam grabs his head all of a sudden and almost fall to his knees. Dean and I jump into action and rush to check on him.

Dean catches him before he hits the ground and helps him to sit. "What is it Sam?" Andy walks up to me and claims, "I didn't do anything to him."

Sam describes his vision of a woman setting herself on fire to Dean and as soon as he gets done a fire truck with sirens blaring, speeds by. Dean looks at me, silently asking me to stay with Sam and Andy. I nod and he jumps into action to follow the firetruck. Andy goes to walk away and I stand in front of him, put my hand on his chest and tell him, "No. You're staying here."

A few minutes pass when Sam's cell starts ringing. It's Dean calling to tell him that his vision had come true. A woman had doused herself in gasoline and then, using the vehicles cigarette lighter, ignited herself. "Yeah, yeah. I know. Yeah, here the whole time. Ok, we'll figure it out."

Sam ends the call and looks up at me. "She's dead. Burned up just minutes ago." He looks at Andy, almost apologetically. "You were here the whole time, didn't make any phone calls, can't be you. It's gotta be someone else. Sorry, I suspected you man."

Sam and Andy sit and discuss their abilities while I wait for Dean to return. When he gets there, he gives us the details of the death and says he had called Ash and found out the woman had given birth in 1983 on the same day Andy was born. We find out Andy had been adopted, which could've helped us out. We debate on ways to get Andy's birth certificate and information since they are sealed in the county office. Andy offers to help get us into the building.

In the records office, we quickly find the information we are looking for. Turns out the woman who torched herself was Andy's birth mother. But the big shocker is that she had given birth to twins. Andy is freaking about this new information until Dean pulls out even more surprising facts, Andy's twin is actually his co-worker, Weber. We all leave the records office and make tracks back to the coffee shop to try to talk to Weber, or Ansen Weems, as that is his given name.

I'm sitting in the back with Andy as he is telling us all he knows about his co-worker turned twin brother when Sam starts screaming and holding his head. He starts grabbing for the door handle when Dean immediately pulls off the road. Sam practically falls out of the car and Dean rushes out and around to get to him. I lean up and bend over the front seat to see if I can help.

This vision includes the woman that we had spoken to at the coffee shop that morning, which Andy informs us her name is Tracy; and Weber/Weems. Sam tells us his vision was of her jumping off a ravine which causes Andy distress.

We find the bridge and ravine from Sam's vision fairly easy. After some debate, it is settled that Sam and Andy will approach Weber/Weems car on the bridge and try to talk him down, while Dean and I sneak onto the ridge for backup.

After they leave, Dean and I make our way to a spot where we can get a good view of everything and crouch down to wait and see if Sam can accomplish his mission. Without warning, Dean tucks the barrel of his rifle under his chin, his finger dangerously close to the trigger. "Dean," I whisper-yell. "What the hell are you doing?" He seems to be in a trance as I continue trying to get through to him. Tears are blurring my vision and I hear a gunshot. I close my eyes, afraid to see that Dean has been mind controlled to shoot himself. I feel arms wrap around me and I open my eyes to see Dean, in one piece. We look toward the bridge and Andy is standing over Weber/Weems' body with a smoking gun.

Morning arrives and emergency services are on scene. We all give our statement to the cops: Weems shot himself after we accosted him trying to attack Tracy. They buy it and we turn to leave. Andy grabs my arm and I turn to look at him. "Ronald Patrickson."

"Who?" I ask Andy, puzzled. Sam and Dean come up to stand beside me as Andy says, "The guy who attacked you. His name is Ronald Patrickson. He lives in Midwest City."