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Nikki POV
I wrinkled my nose in disgust as Dean let out a burp.
"Excuse you." I said sarcastically.
"You know, once day, I'd like to sit down, and eat something that I didn't have to microwave at a minimart." Dean stated. I rolled my eyes.
"What I don't get is the motive." Sam said. We'd been talking about the whole Andy situation while Dean pigged out on gas station food.
"The doctor was squeaky clean. Why would Andy waste him?" Sam asked, frowning.
"If it is Andy." Dean muttered.
"Dude, enough." Sam snapped. "The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus. Andy just happens to have the power of mind control. You do the math."
"I never go by the math," I sighed. If I went by the math, I'd be living in a shit apartment with a boyfriend who can't keep it in his pants, drinks, knocks me around and stripping for rent money. Instead, I'm a Yale dropout, Wicca and currently unemployed. See how things don't go how you think they would?
"I don't think the guy has it in him." Dean admitted.
"How the hell would you know?" Sam snapped, surprising me. "Why are you bending over backwards defending him?"
"'Cause you're not right about this." Dean retorted.
"About Andy?" Sam asked, not believing what he was hearing.
"Hey! You think I haven't seen you guys?" Andy said, appearing at Sam's window. "Why are you following me?" Andy asked slowly.
"Well, we're lawyers. A relative of yours has-" Sam started explaining the cover story.
"Tell the truth!" Andy demanded.
"That's what-"
"We hunt demons." Dean cut Sam off. I choked on the Coke I was drinking and looked at Dean in shock.
"Demons and spirits." Dean continued. "Things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam's my brother."
"Dean, shut up." Sam said quickly.
"Nikki's a witch. But she likes to be called a 'Wicca.'" Dean kept talking, even pairing 'Wicca' with a sarcastic little head bob.
"Stop talking, Dean." I said sharply.
"I'm trying." Dean said, jaw clenched. "Sam's a physic, like you. Well, not really like you. He thinks you're a murderer, and he's afraid he's gonna become one himself 'cause you're all part of something that's terrible, Nikki to. I hope to hell that he's wrong, but I'm starting to get scared he might be right."
"Ok, you know what?" Andy said, leaning on the door of the Impala. "Just leave me alone."
"Got it." Dean said.
I groaned and got out of the car, like Sam, while Dean hit his head on the steering wheel a few times.
"What are you doing?" Andy asked, his voice going up in pitch as he really got a look at all 6 feet four inches of Sam. "Look, I-I said leave me alone."
Sam just kept walking towards him.
"Get the hell out of here!" Andy said shakily. "J-Just start driving and never stop!"
"Doesn't seem to work on me, Andy." Sam said, shrugging a little.
"W-What?" Andy asked in a small voice.
"You're little gift?" I spoke up, hands in the pockets of my jacket. "Doesn't work on us."
"Wha-What are you talking about?" Andy asked. He was a terrible liar.
"You can make people do things, can't you? You can tell them what to think." Sam said, motioning for Dean to stay back. When he didn't, I glared at him and he stayed put.
"That-That's crazy!" Andy said, his voice going high-pitched again.
"All started a year ago, didn't it? After you turned 22. Little stuff at first, then you got better at controlling it." Sam said, still walking closer to Andy.
"How do you know all of this?" Andy finally asked, his arms up in a sort of 'unarmed' expression.
"'Cause the same thing happened to me, Andy." Sam said. "My mom died in a fire, too. I have abilities too."
"Just-Just get out of here!" Andy said, completely distressed by this point.
"Why'd you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?" Sam demanded.
I wanted answers just as much as they did, but Sam was really scaring this guy, pushing too hard.
"What?" Andy asked, seeming to calm down a bit.
Suddenly Sam's face screwed up in pain and he stumbled back a few steps.
"Sam?" I asked, taking a step closer. He let out another painful groan. "Sam?" I asked, more urgent. I reached out to grab his arm, but had to jerk it back. It burned, just like last time.
"Why'd you kill him?" Sam demanded of Andy, still in pain.
"I didn't." Andy said simply.
"Ah!" Sam said quietly, one hand going to his head, the other went back to brace on an old camper-thing.
"Sam!" I yelped, forcing myself not to feel the burning where my hands grabbed his arms, trying to break him out of his trace.
"What-What's wrong with him?" Andy asked, clearly concerned, and mildly scared, about Sam's current state.
"Nothing's wrong with him." I hissed at Andy, sending him a glare.
I tried to help Sam stand, but he was just way too big. "Dean!" I called, trying to keep Sam from falling on top of me. Not that I'd mind, exactlyhis wasn't the time or place.
When Dean rushed over, he helped me get Sam on the ground. It was a tad awkward, because Sam had the sleeve of my jacket in a white knuckled grip.
"I-I didn't do anything to him!" Andy defended himself. I rolled my eyes at him as I hesitantly put a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder, squeezing it slightly. A few seconds later, Sam was breathing heavily, out of his trance.
"What'd you see?" I asked, sitting next to him. He seemed to realize he still had a grip on my jacket and quickly let it go.
"A-A woman. A woman burning alive." Sam said, his breathing still labored.
"What else you get?" Dean asked.
"A-A gas station, a woman is going to kill herself." Sam said, leaning back on one of his hands, making my stomach fuzzy again 'cause he was leaning towards me.
"What's he mean 'going to'?" Andy asked, squatting down by us.
"Shut up." I said quickly.
"She gets trigger by a call on her cell." Sam further explained.
"When?" Dean asked.
"I don't know." Sam muttered as he stood up, holding out his unbroken hand to me to pull me up. I took it, and just like when we met, he used too much force to pull me up and I ended up crashing into his chest.
"As long as we keep on this son of a bitch, he can't hurt her." Sam said, glaring at Andy.
"I didn't hurt anybody!" Andy insisted.
"Yeah, not yet." Sam snapped.
"Sam, cool it." I said under my breath, earning myself a dirty look.
A fire truck drove by, sirens on.
"Go." Sam told Dean, who took the opportunity to get the hell out.
"Nope, not you," I said, side stepping in front of Andy. He frowned, crossing his arms as he paced nervously.