The day has come; the season finale!
Other than that, I don't have much to say...Well, I guess I do. This was three chapters, but I mashed it into one because, well, why not?
Enjoy! And, 5 reviews! ;)
~Christianne
Nikki POV
"Probably shouldn't have let you kids in here." The elderly clerk said, concerned.
"No, it'll be fine, all right?" Andy said comfortingly, leading him out the door. "Just got get a cuppa' coffee, 'kay?"
"These aren't the droids you're looking for." Dean said in a poorly done Obi-Wan voice. He laughed, shaking his head. "Awesome."
I sighed and kept looking through the files we'd pulled.
"You've seriously never looked at your records before?" I asked Andy for the hundredth time.
He just shrugged and shook his head. "Nope."
"But, if you wanted too, all you'd have to do was ask the guy." I said, nodding towards the elderly security guard who just left.
"Yeah." Andy nodded again.
"Jeez… I would have killed to get a look at my file." I admitted. "I would kill to get a look at my file." I added bitterly.
"You were adopted?" Andy asked, sounding surprised.
I paused in my page flipping and cleared my throat. "No."
"Then, why do you have a file?" He asked, confused.
"Grew up in the system." I said flatly. "Left on a church doorstep when I was, like, six weeks old."
"Ooo." Andy said. "That's gotta suck."
I looked up at him, half glaring. "Yeah. It does."
Andy and Dean were pulling down boxes while Sam and I looked through the files.
"You never told me that." Sam said a few minutes later.
"Huh?" I asked, looking up from the doctor's report I was reading.
"The, uh, left on a church step thing." Sam said, not looking at me. When I didn't say anything, his gaze flickered to mine. He stared at me expectantly as I stayed silent.
I shrugged. "I still have a few secrets. Nothing big." I assured him. "Just…Things I wanna keep…secret." I said stupidly. Sam nodded, seemingly understanding.
"I got it." Sam said, louder, so Dean and Andy could hear. I looked over his shoulder.
"Andy, it's true." Sam said. "Holly Beckett was your birth mother."
Andy gasped under his breath, a sad smile on his face. "Anyone got a Vicodin?" He asked.
"Dr. Jennings was her doctor, too. I mean, he over saw the adoption…You have a solid connection to both of them."
"Yeah, but I didn't kill them." Andy said.
"Yeah, we know. We believe you." I said, in what could possibly be the nicest tone I've ever used with Andy.
"But, since you didn't kill them…Who did?" I asked, looking between Andy to Sam and Dean.
"Oh." I said, my eyebrows raising as I read something I'd hoped to see in my own public record. "I think I might know."
"What'd you find?" Sam asked, putting his arm around the back of my chair to get a better look at the paper I was holding; a copy of Andrew's birth certificate.
"See this?" I asked, pointing to the small '2/2' next to Andrew's name for Sam. "There's a two-slash-two next to Andy's name." I said for Andy and Dean.
"So what?" Dean asked.
"That means that Andrew here was the second of two births at the time this birth certificate was issued." I explained. Sam understood what I was saying, Dean and Andy still looked confused.
"Holly Beckett had twins." I said slowly.
"I have an evil twin." Andy said, still stunned even though he'd known the information for a few minutes.
"Holly put you and your brother up for adoption." Sam said, looking over the familiar looking file. "And you went to the Gallagher family, obviously, and your brother went to the Weems family from upstate."
"Hey. Andy, you still with us?" I asked, nudging his arm.
"Uh, yeah…What was my brother's name?" Andy asked, sounding out of it.
"Uh…Ansem Weems?" Sam read. Andy shook his head, not recognizing the name. "He's got a local address." Sam added.
"He lives here?" Andy asked, shocked.
"Let's get a look at'im." Dean said, leaning on the wall behind me as I waited at the fax machine.
"I wormed my way into the DMV, his pictures on its way over." I explained, taking the picture from the tray it printed out in.
Dean and Sam seemed to recognize him, I didn't. Dean took the paper from me and looked at it closer. "Hate to kick you while you're freaked. Take a look at that." He handed the picture to Andy.
He looked from the paper to us, disbelieving.
I was nervously fiddling with my hands, trying to keep myself from panicking. About what we were going into, and the fact that Dean had to be driving close to 100 miles an hour.
"All right Andy, you gotta tell us everything you know about this guy." Sam said from the front seat.
"I don't know much." Andy admitted. "Webber showed up one day, like, eight months ago, acting like he's my best friend in the world. He's kinda weird, like, trying too hard, you know?"
"He must have known you guys were brothers, twins." I thought out loud.
"Why'd he change his name? Why not tell the truth?" Dean fired off.
"Sam, are you ok?" I asked, leaning forward in my seat. Sam was groaning and grabbing his forehead. He doubled over, his head by his knees and made a painful groan.
"Oh my God," I muttered, frantically digging around my bag for the thermos of Cephalalgia.
"Ahh!" Sam let out painfully.
"Sam?" Dean asked, clearly worried. I reached over the seat to grab Sam's collar. He was heavy, but his body was slack, so I was able to pull him back.
"Sam!" I said, reaching around awkwardly, putting my hands on his shoulders, ignoring the painful burning that came.
Dean slammed on the breaks, and Sam quickly got out of the car. I did too and let him put an arm around my shoulders to stand. I winced, the burning pain across my shoulders was nearly crippling.
"Hey," I said sharply, making Sam look down at me. The burning subsided, which I was thankful for. "What'd you see?" I asked plainly.
Slowing the Impala to a stop, Sam and Dean got out quickly. I opened my door, and glanced at Andy. He was staring blankly at the floor.
I got out and stood with Sam and Dean as they opened the trunk.
"Dean, you shouldn't go out there." I said, nodding towards the bridge we were a few hundred yards from.
"No argument here." Dean chuckled, opening the trunk. "I had my head screwed with enough for one day."
Sam took a gun from the stash in the trunk, checked the clip and handed it to me. I hesitated, but took it, tucking it in the waistband of my pants at the small of my back like I'd seen Sam and Dean do. It was cold and heavy against my back, but it gave me a reassured feeling that calmed me down a little.
"I'm coming with you." Andy announced, getting out of the back seat.
"Andy-" Sam started.
"That's Tracy out there. So I'm coming." He said, leaving no room for argument.
When Sam told us what he'd seen, I thought Andy was either going to cry or throw up. Thankfully, he didn't do either of them.
I hung back, like Sam told me too, as he went down to the car parked in the middle of the bridge. Dean was making his way up the hill with a sniper rifle. Andy was next to me, jittery and shaky.
"Are you going to kill him? My brother, I mean." Andy asked, watching Sam smash the driver's side window.
"No, not unless we have too." I said quietly, watching Sam like a hawk, waiting until Sam had him out of the car.
"We have to get down there." I said suddenly, that sixth sense was growing, bubbling up in my stomach. He was still in the car, but we had to get down there.
I sprinted down with Andy, who went right to Tracy's side of the car and pulled her out. I looked away as Andy tried to calm the half-dressed girl down. I went to stand behind Sam, who was pulling Andy's brother, Ansem, or, Weber, whatever, out of the car.
I was a little shocked as Sam forced Weber onto his knees and had him in a headlock, his gun at the base of his neck. "Don't move!" Sam ordered threateningly.
Just as planned, I duck-tapped Webber's mouth shut. Weber looked up at Andy with wide, disbelieving eyes.
"Andy! Andy no!" I said, knowing what he was about to do.
"I will kill you!" Andy bellowed, lunging towards Weber.
"Hey!" I yelled, grabbing the collar of Andy's coat and shaking him slightly. He was only an inch or two taller than me, so it was easier to glare at him. "We'll handle this!"
"I will kill you!" Andy screamed again. Sam came over and helped me hold Andy back.
"Ow!" I yelped, feeling something hard hit my head. I saw Sam topple forward onto the ground.
"Sam!" I knelt down to check his pulse with one hand, the other holding the bloody mass of hair forming on the back of my head. I looked up and say a crying Tracy holding a pretty good sized stick.
"Tracy! Stop!" Andy said as calmly as he could. When Tracy raised the stick, Andy used his little gift. "I said, stop it!" Keeping eye contact with Tracy, she slowly stopped crying. Still gasping for air, she dropped the stick.
"Andy." I said slowly, seeing Weber stand up, peeling the tape off his mouth.
"How'd you do that?" Andy asked carefully.
"Practice, bro," Weber said smugly. "If you just practice, you would know. Sometimes…Sometimes you don't need to use your words. If you have to, all you need is this." He tapped his temple as he walked past me. I glared up at him, still kneeling by Sam. Weber smirked at me, then violently put a foot in the middle of my back, pushing me to the ground.
"Sometimes you get a headache, but it's worth it." Webber continued, keeping his foot on my back.
"You twisted son of a bitch!" Andy yelled, lunging at Webber again.
"Back off Andy!" Weber snapped, grabbing his collar like Andy had grabbed his. Weber stepped off my back thankfully, and I was able to stand up. "Or Tracy is gonna do a little flying."
Andy abruptly dropped his brother and turned to see Tracy standing on the ledge of the bridge.
"I'm stronger than you. I can do it." Weber taunted.
"And you." He said coldly, turning to me. "Give me the gun." He said, holding out his hand. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Oh how stupid do you think I am?" Weber scoffed. "The one behind your back."
I could feel his ability, it was like a hot, sticky-humid breeze in my face. Aside from cocking my head, I didn't move.
"I said," Weber said slowly, getting visibly angry. "Give, me, the gun."
"Doesn't work on me." I explained quietly, pulling the pistol from my back, looking at it briefly before I dropped it by my side. "I'm one'a you." I elaborated, using my thumb to take the safety off.
"And what can you do?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow curiously.
"I dunno." I said honestly, shrugging a bit. "I've been known to do some pretty kick ass things. Only when something really pisses me off, though."
Weber nodded a few times, almost approvingly.
"Tracy…?" Weber said in a sing-song tone. I looked and saw Andy trying to coax Tracy off the ledge.
Tracy dropped Andy's hand and turned back to face the ravine.
"Ok!" Andy said quickly. "Ok, ok, all right, just…please don't hurt her." Andy said, backing away from Tracy with his hands up.
"Don't be mad at me, ok?" Weber asked, almost pleadingly. "I know. It's all wrong. I didn't mean for this to happen. It's just…Tracy—She was trying to come between us."
"You're insane." Andy said, shaking his head a little.
"She's garbage!" Weber snapped. "Man, they all are! We can push them. We can make them do whatever we want!"
"Are you really-Are you really this stupid?" Andy asked incredulously. "Is it—you learn you got a twin, you call him up, you go out for a drink. You don't start killing people!"
I saw Sam start to stir on the ground. I wanted to go and help him up, make sure he was ok, but I didn't want to move. I couldn't move.
"I wanted to tell you for so long, bro, but…He didn't let me." Weber admitted, shaking his head. "He said I had to wait until the time-"
"Who?" Andy asked, confused.
"Yellow-eyes." I breathed, my eyes widening. Webber turned to look at me with a crooked smile.
"Yeah." He said, winking at me in a 'We'll talk later' way. I felt my stomach churn.
"What are you two talking about?" Andy asked slowly.
"He-He came to me…In my dream. He said I was special. He told me he's got big plans for me. Just wait until you see what's in store, Andy, for both of us." Weber grabbed Andy's coat, not threateningly, but like he was trying to get him to listen and understand.
"See, he's the one who told me that I had a brother, a twin." He said slowly.
"Why'd you kill our mother? And why Dr. Jennings?" Andy asked.
"Because they split us up!" Weber snapped, making Andy flinch. "They ruined our lives, Andy! We could've been together this whole time, instead of alone. I couldn't let them get away with that."
Weber stopped, and turned towards the hill Dean was supposed to set up on with the sniper rifle. I turned my head to followed Webber's gaze.
"I see you." Weber yelled towards the hill. "Bye-bye." He added, a smirk on his face.
"No!" I yelled, whipping my head away from the hill Dean was on back to Weber. Just like with Meg, I felt a surge of power flow through my veins. The gun dropped from my hand, and they formed shaking fists at my side. I could literally feel the power I was exerting.
Andy's eyes widened a bit, and he took half a step back. "Whoa…" He said shakily.
Keeping my gaze trained on Weber, I tried to feel his abilities, pull them back, away from Dean; I kinda liked the guy, it's be a shame if he blew his brains out.
Weber started to chuckle. "Can't stop it." He said, shrugging and chuckling a little.
Hands shaking, I narrowed my eyes at Weber. His brows furrowed and he shook his head slightly.
Remembering what I'd been reading for the last three months, I held my hand out to him, palm forward fingers splayed, and took a deep breath.
"Let him go." I ordered.
"No can do sweetie-pie." Weber chuckled. I closed my eyes and started searching for his abilities; looking for something to grab onto.
"What-What are you doing?" Weber asked, a hand on his forehead, and an uncomfortable look on his face.
There it is. I grabbed onto the feeling and clenched my outstretched hand into a tight fist and squeezed.
"Let him go." I said again.
"St-Stop it!" Weber groaned, pinching his eyes shut. I twisted my fist in the air. It must have been like a railroad spike in his forehead, because he swayed on his feet and moaned before falling onto his knees.
"Let him go!" I said again, the surging feeling seemed to dissipate with every word I yelled at Weber. I twisted my fist in the air, pulling a painful groan from Weber. Through his sounds of pain, I heard a 'No!' so I tightened my fist and twisted it again.
The power blinded me for a moment, and when the surging was done, I saw Weber, laying face first on the ground, blood coming from his ears and pooling around his head.
Breathing heavy, I stumbled back a few steps to lean on Weber's car. Andy and Tracy where by the ledge of the bridge, both on their backs; passed out. Sam was out cold again behind me. My gaze went back to Webber.
I just killed someone.
Not with a gun, knife, arrow, or any other weapon.
I killed someone.