Hello people! Well, here's the next chapter! Sorry, it's a wee-bit short. I may update tomorrow, or sometime soon.

And, I know that a lot of you have been telling me to heat things up between Sam and Nikki. That will happen, I can assure you, even though this chapter will sorta maybe kinda (yes) make you think that won't happen, they will get together.

But even though it may not seem like it sometimes, I do have a plan for this story.

So, enjoy the chapter, and don't hate me too much!

~Christianne

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Nikki POV

Dean called a few minutes later. Sam stood off to the side as they talked, leaving me and Andy to stand awkwardly.

"So…You're a witch?" Andy asked.

"Uh-huh." I mumbled, kicking the toe of my Converse in the dirt. "And I prefer Wicca, by the way." I added, rolling my eyes a little.

"What can you do?" Andy asked curiously.

I just shrugged, and started staring intently at a leaf on the ground. Levitation had been a tricky one for me. Made my nose bleed. But lately, it's all been easier. "Depends on what mood I'm in." I said. I wasn't really lying, I just wasn't telling the full truth.

"Yeah…That's how it was for me at first. Could only get in people's heads if I was really, really pissed." Andy said conversationally. "You think that's, like, a thing? All psychic-kids are have a little bit of the Hulk in their blood?"

"Ok, we," I gestured between us. "Are not friends, got that? I may not think you're a killer, but you did try to brainwash me into getting it on in the back of Dean's car."

"Uh…" Andy said stupidly, then opting to shut up.

Andy perched himself on the back of a pickup truck. "So, you get premonitions about people who are about to die?" Wow. This one was truly tackles.

Sam groaned a little and pulled an old, rusted hunk of metal over. I shoved an old cooler over and sat cross-legged on it, completing the triangle.

Sam nodded slowly, answering Andy's question.

"That's impossible." Andy stated.

Sam scoffed, chuckled at Andy's statement.

"A lot'a people would say the same about what you do." I reminded him. He gave me a sort of 'fair enough' face.

"But seriously man, death visions?" He asked Sam again.

"Yeah." Sam said, nodding once.

"Dude, that sucks." He said, shaking his own head. "When I got my thing, it was like a gift. It was like I won the lotto."

"But you still live in a van." Sam said slowly. "I don't get it."

"Me neither." I put in. "I mean, you could literally have anything you ever wanted."

"Yeah, but, I-I got everything I need." Andy chuckled, like it was an obvious thing.

"So, you're really not a killer, huh?" Sam finally asked.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you and your girlfriend over there!" Andy said, rocking back in his place on the truck's tailgate.

"Uh, we're-" I started to say, but was cut off by Sam. Who, by the way, was laughing. Friggen' laughing. Like someone just told a damn joke.

"No," Sam said through his chuckling. "No, we're not together."

Well that was like a smack in the face with a wet rag. I sighed, resting my chin on my fist, elbow propped up on my knee.

"But, uh, seriously," Sam said, bringing his chuckling down. "That's-That's good. Mean's theirs hope for the rest of us."

The Impala rolled up, and I physically breathed a sigh of relief as it did.

"What'd you find out?" I asked, jumping up.

"Well, victim's name was Holly Beckett." Dean said. "41. Single." He listed off.

"Who is she?" Sam asked, looking at Andy.

"Never heard of her." The shorted guy shrugged.

"I called Ash on the way over." Dean said. "He came up with a little something. Apparently Holly Beckett gave birth when she was 18 years old, back in 1983. Same day you were born, Andy."

"Andy, were you adopted?" I asked, looking at him.

"Well, yeah." He said, shrugging.

"And, you just forgot to mention that?" I asked, cocking my hip as I crossed my arms.

Squirming under my gaze, Andy shrugged. "It never really came up." He said uncomfortably. "I mean, I never knew my birth parents, and, like you said, my mom died when I was a baby. Do you think this Holly woman could actually be-"

"I don't know." Dean cut him off. "Tried to get the birth records, but they're sealed in the county office."

Andy scoffed. "Well, screw that."