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Nikki POV

"I'm sorry, but I'm starting to like this dude." Dean said from the front seat of the Impala, looking at the van on the other side of the street. The one with a slutty barbarian queen riding a polar bear on it.

I sent him an annoyed look and went back to listening to Sam tell me about what they learned at the dinner. I didn't have a fed suit, or anything other than jeans for that matter, so I was forced to wait in the car while they went and tried to find Andy.

"That van is sweet." Dean kept going, making me roll his eyes.

"She say anything else?" I asked Sam, trying my best to ignore Dean.

"No, just the street name and the van description." Sam told me, distracted.

Now fully caught up, I leaned back in my seat and stared at the van, wishing I had a spell to make the painting on the side disappear.

"What?" Dean asked, looking at Sam and seeing his, almost distressed, expression.

"Nothing." Sam muttered, shaking his head.

"Liar." I said automatically. Both brothers looked at me in the rearview mirror questioningly. "Am I wrong?" I asked.

"She's right." Dean admitted a moment or two later. "You look like you're sucking a lemon."

"This Andrew Gallagher…He's the second guy like this we've found, Dean. And there's Nikki, who the demon wants for God knows what reason." Sam paused, frowning. "The demon came to them when they were kids. Now, they're killing people."

"We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is. Could be completely innocent." Dean pointed out.

"With a van like that I doubt it." I mumbled.

"Hey, don't knock the van." Dean said, sending me a warning look.

"My visions haven't been wrong yet." Sam ignored us.

"What're you getting at, Sam?" I asked, leaning forward again.

"My point is I'm one of them." He responded, well, snapped.

Dean chuckled once and shook his head. "No, you're not."

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

"Yeah?" Dean muttered, almost sarcastically.

"Maybe this is his plan. Maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks. Maybe we're all supposed to be-"

"Killers?" Dean offered, clearly upset by his brother's words.

"Yeah." Sam said, nodding.

"Then why does he want me?" I asked, trying to get rid of the tension. "I don't have any abilities that aren't from my Wicca blood. So why does he want me?" Both Sam and Dean looked stumped at that, and I can't deny I felt a little proud that I got them to stop fighting.

"I mean, you're not killers. I'm not a killer." I added. "You're not a murderer Sam, I doubt you could if you were forced to."

"Yeah, well, last time I checked, I kill all kinds of things." He mumbled in a self-deprecating tone.

"Those things are asking for it." Dean pointed out. "There's a difference."

"Shh!" I said, smacking a hand on each of their shoulders, looking at a door across the street.

"What-"

"Shh!" I smacked Dean again, harder.

A door opened across the street, and a guy in sweats and a robe came out. "That's him, right?" I asked.

"That's really freaky, you know that?" Dean said gruffly, referring to my sixth sense. I rolled my eyes at him.

Andrew walked out of the apartment with a grin on his face, not the slightest bit embarrassed that he was in what I hoped were his pajamas. He stopped and looked up at a girl sitting in her window, dressed in a silky black robe and a teddy, who was waving down at him. He stopped a guy on the sidewalk, and after conversing quickly, the guy gave the robe-clad man his coffee cup which he promptly drank from and kept walking.

When he stopped to shake hands and talk briefly with a heavy set, older black man, Sam stiffened. "That's him, that older guy. He's the shooter."

I shivered. That nice looking old guy in a tweed jacket was going to kill someone, then himself in a few hours.

"You keep on him. Nik and I'll stick with Andy." Dena said. I sent him a confused look. He never volunteered to stick with me. He just shrugged, uncomfortable under my gaze. "If this guys really is somethin' I don't wanna let him have the upper hand."

"He has a point." I said, looking at Sam. He frowned, hesitating before nodding. He got out of the car and followed the shooter guy. I quickly got out of the back seat and sat in the front. Dean was looking at me oddly as I shut the door.

"What?" I asked flatly. He just made this little grunt and looked back to where Andy was getting into his van. Not long after, Dean put the Impala in gear and followed the gross van.

"Something isn't sitting right with me." I admitted to Dean as we followed Andy down the street.

"You just hate his van." Dean said, almost pouting.

"I do, but it's bigger than that." I sighed, resting my elbow on the ledge of the open window and leaned my temple on my hand.

I frowned as Andy turned into an empty lot a few blocks from the apartment he'd just left. He got out of his van, making Dean put his gun in his jacket. "You still got that knife?" He asked me quickly.

"Uh-huh," I said, the uneasy feelings churned in my stomach.

"Hey!" Andy said happily, sauntering over to the driver's side of the Impala.

"Hey." Dean repeated coldly.

"This," Andy said, putting his hands on the door as he leaned down. "Is a cherry ride."

"Yeah. Thanks." Dean said in the same tone as before.

"Man, ya'know, '67, Impala's best year if you ask me." Andy said conversationally. He looked towards me and a grin spread on his face. He sent me a wink before looking back at Dean.

Dean's expression softened a bit and he took his hand out from his jacket, away from his gun. "Ya'know, I just rebuilt her, too. Can't let a car like this one go." Dean said, lovingly patting the dashboard.

Still resting my elbow on the door, head on my hand, I gave Dean the best 'What the hell?' look I could manage when he glanced at me. He just shrugged, a little smile on his face.

"Damn straight." Andy said, giving an enthusiastic punch to Dean's shoulder. "Hey, could I have it?" Andy asked suddenly.

I snorted. This guy just went from great terms with Dean to being on his hit list.

"Sure, man." Dean said, that stupid smile on his face as he took the keys out of the ignition and opened the door.

I cleared my throat loudly and sent Dean another 'What the hell?' look. "What?" Dean asked, handing Andy the keys.

"Oh, this is sweet," Andy said as he got in the driver's seat. "You wanna get out, or go for a drive?" He asked me suggestively.

"I'm fine here, thanks." I snapped, looking over his shoulder, keeping my gaze steady and watching Dean.

"Cool. Hot car, hot girl," Andy listed off as he put the Impala in gear. "Not a bad morning." I groaned and rolled my eyes. I saw Dean, still smiling stupidly as he watched Andy and I drive off. I threw up my middle finger in the rearview mirror at him.

"You know you made his hit list right?" I asked casually, still looking straight ahead.

"Who? Mr. Macho back there?" Andy chuckled, shrugging. "I like my chances."

"I don't." I muttered, raking my hand through my hair once.

"So, what, he your boyfriend or somethin'?" Andy asked slyly.

I snorted, smirking. "He wishes."

"So, no boyfriend?" He asked.

"Uh-uh." I groaned. This guy was like a cheese greater on my nerves.

"You wanna drive to the woods and fool around in the backseat?" He asked suddenly.

Shocked, I turned to look at him. "Excuse me?" I asked, eyebrows raised.

He still had that grin on his face as he looked at me and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Uh, no." I said slowly. His grin faltered and he slammed on the breaks.

"W-What?" He asked, looking like a kid whose mother just told him that he can't have dessert because he didn't take a second helping of broccoli.

"No, I don't want you to drive to the woods so you can feel me up in the backseat." I snapped, looking forward again.

Andy had a confused, perplexed expression on his face as he turned back towards the road and started driving again.