I got a new job today. (Like a week after I started at the library it got shut down for like the owner going to jail or something) AND I FINISHED THE GODDAMN CHAPTER. I AM SO HAPPY. I REALLY like the next episode so hopefully the next chapter will be out sooner. Thanks, lovelies!
"Oh man. You-you're a torn one. You know, the sadness inside you is so strong I can literally feel your thoughts. It makes me feel dirty." I shake my head and sneer at Weber before glancing quickly to the prone Sam laying on the ground.
"Well if they make you feel dirty, you can't imagine how I feel. Now, how about you tell Tracey to get off the ledge. We can talk like adults then." Weber flicks his eyes towards Tracy, who is a lace nightgown and also currently standing feet away from unwilling death.
"Naw, that wouldn't work out. See, Tracey is my leverage, is the person standing between my brother and I finally being siblings." I suck my lip in my mouth from anger and look away for a second before glancing back to Weber, happy to see Andy slowly making his way over to the gun Sam dropped when he was knocked out by Tracey.
"Weber. Tracey isn't standing between you and your twin. You are. If you would've just told Andy who you were, you guys could've like conned people into giving you their phones or something. You could've got close. This is on you." Weber glares at me and starts to walk towards me before shaking his head.
"No. I couldn't have. He-He wouldn't let me. Told me to when the time was…" He trails off.
"Who?" I ask to keep him distracted from Andy starting to get Sam out of the line of fire. At least he has common sense.
"The man with the yellow eyes." My eyes widen and I almost look over to Sam but refrain from looking towards them at the last second, we don't want Weber knowing what Andy is doing.
"Yeah. That guy." I mutter, "He's a demon. And a liar. He was just manipulating-" A small sound of a gun safety getting flicked off can be heard and Weber glances over. To where Dean said he was going. I pale, remembering what happened in my vision.
"I see you. Bye-bye." I scream a 'no' and almost go to tackle Weber in hopes of the power getting cut off. Right before I do, a gunshot it heard. And Andy's hands are shaking as he stares at his dead twin, the gun in his hands telling me everything that I need to know.
-000-
"He shot himself. And you all saw it happen." The two cops in front of Andy nod and tell him that they did see it. I want that fucking power. Sam and Dean share a look as they observe the single twin.
"Look at him. He's getting better at it." I glance towards Sam before smiling at Andy as he starts coming over.
"She won't even look at me." He says sadly. I look over to Tracey sitting in the ambulance with a blanket around her, looking at the ground.
"It was a pretty shitty night. Just give her some time to comprehend." Andy gives me a small smile but it doesn't reach his eyes.
"I-uh-I never, I never used my mind thing on her before. Before last night. She's scared of me now." Sam smiles sympathetically and I can tell that we have to leave now.
"She'll be fine. Listen, here's our numbers," I hand him a piece of notebook paper, "I'm sorry but we have to go." Sam starts walking to the car, me following as Andy asks a final question.
"Wh-what am I supposed to do?"
"You be good. Or we'll come back." Dean threatens. I roll my eyes and glance at Andy one last time.
"Don't forget to put porn in that guy's head. And call us when you need something." And with that, we walk away. But of course Sam has to darken the conversation as we walk away.
"Looks like I was right." My shoulders sag as I already know what he's talking about. And dammit, he's pissing me off with this 'I'm destined to kill' shit.
"About what?" Dean asks clearly not catching on.
"Andy. He's a killer after all." And now the anger inside me is making me suffocated and heated. I can barely see straight.
"He saved his girlfriend's ass! And Dean's and mine and yours! So stop with this shit. He's a good guy. Stop fucking picking problems where there aren't any!" A few eyes glance towards us so I lower my voice at the end.
"Bottom line, last night, he wasted somebody." Sam relents. I roll my eyes this time and walk away, kicking a rock on the way to the car. Hard. And dammit that hurt! I ignore my throbbing foot and lean against the impala.
"Yeah, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was just, he was pushed into that." Dean argues, the boys slowly making their way to the car.
"Weber was pushed too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death. Samantha's probably going to be pushed so-"
"I already was, Sam. Two years ago tomorrow. I was captured by my brother's old friend, JayTe. He needed money, he was owed money by my brother, so he decided to torture me for information of my brother's whereabouts. I was slapped, punched, kicked, thrown into walls, and even raped. And weirdly enough, that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was his mental torture and me wondering if my brother was okay. So, after he turned his back I slipped through the rope and tried to run. He caught me before I could get away and tried to stab me. Somehow I got the power over him and got him instead.
"I held him while he gasped for breath, choking on his own blood. I saw the life leave his eyes. And all I could think about is if my brother was alright. I'm sorry that I killed someone trying to protect my brother. And if that makes me a bad person, then so be it. You need to stop with the destiny shit though. Destiny is shit. My parents always said I was destined to damn this world to Hell. And I don't see that happening. It's not going to happen." By now I'm a mere inches from Sam and with the next few words I clap my hands together with each word.
"Because. Destiny. Is. Shit." I take a deep breath. "So just simmer down with the pity party and let's focus on stopping the demon making these kids killers, okay?" He nods and Dean smiles at me before we leave this town in dust. And as Dean answers a call from Ellen, we have our next destination.
-000-
"I'm sorry, Sam. I was just angry and I haven't been getting good sleep. So I'm exhausted." Sam looks back at me and smiles.
"It's fine. I've been overreacting I guess." He pauses and I take the time to look out at the dark night. It's funny how something you love so much can be your worst enemy. I love the darkness, it makes me feel at home. But in the dark are where the monsters are, clawing out at you, screaming your name, and attacking you at the least expecting time. People used to always tell me there's nothing to fear in the dark. I know better. But what I don't reveal to them is that the darkest creatures are inside you.
"Are you okay though? We tend to forget that you're so young." Sam asks. I blink. I feel older. I feel ten times older. I'm only fifteen.
"I'm fine. Just really tired." Though, even after Dean comes out of the gas-station and hands me a soda and we still have a few hours left to drive I don't fall asleep.
-000-
"What does Ellen want?" Dean glances over at me as we all get out of the Impala.
"Don't know. Just said we need to get here." I nod and hope that it's nothing too serious. Sam pushes the door open and Ellen looks over to us.
"Have a seat, guys." I almost walk right back out the door at her lack of greetings. But, we do as told and sit at the bar as Jo walks into the room from the hallway. She goes to say hello but Ellen cuts her off, asking for another case of beer. As Jo leaves Ellen leans against the bar across from Dean.
"So. You uh, you want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?" Sam shares a look with me.
"No. Not really. No offense, it's just kind of a family thing." Dean says from beside me. As Ellen drops a stack of papers on the bar she objects Dean's secret keeping.
"Not anymore." We all look at the familiar papers before wincing slightly. "I got this stuff from Ash. Andrew Gallagher's house burnt down on his six month birthday, just like your house. You think it was the demon both times, don't you? You think it went after Gallagher's family?" Ellen questions and I almost want to tell her that Sam and I are having the same problem except my mom didn't burn up, but as Sam talks I don't have the opportunity.
"Yeah, we think so." Dean glares at him over my shoulder.
"Sam..." Dean warns. I sigh.
"Why?" Ellen asks as she ignores Dean.
"None of your business." Ellen glares over to Dean.
"You mind your tongue with me, boy. This isn't just your war, this is war. Now, something big and bad's coming and it's coming fast, and their side holds all the cards. Now, at best all we got is us. Together. No secrets or half-truths here."
"There are people out there, like Andy Gallagher, like me and Samantha. And um ... we all have some kind of ability."
"Ability?" Ellen asks, her eyes meeting mine for a split second. I look to Dean just to see him rolling his eyes, probably uncomfortable with this talk.
"Yeah. Psychic ability. Me, I have, um, I have visions. Premonitions. Samantha has visions and sometimes can hear thoughts. I don't know, it's, it's different for everybody. The demon said he had plans for people like us."
"What kind of plans?"
"We don't really know for sure." Ellen pauses before asking another question.
"These people out there, these psychics - they dangerous?" Sam hesitates so I decide to speak up now.
"No. Not all of them." Ellen nods slightly =, obviously still put off with the idea of a war happening and us being in the middle of it.
"But some are. Some are very dangerous." Sam warns and I can't really find the will in me to fight against him. It's true that not all of them were good.
"Okay, how many of them are we looking at?"
"We've been able to track a clear pattern so far. They've all had house fires on the night of the kid's six month birthday." I look over to Dean and shake my head before speaking aloud.
"No. That's not true. We never had a fire. And Weber didn't either." Dean frowns and seems to consider it before wiping a hand over his face.
"Which breaks pattern. So if there's any others like you and him, there'd be nothing in the system. No way to track 'em all down." We all pause for a minute, finally soaking all the information in.
"And so who knows how many of 'em are really out there?" Dean finally says what we're all thinking. I lean my head on my hand and huff before giving a ghost of a smile to Jo who just walked in.
"Jo honey?"
"Yeah?"
"You'd better break out the whiskey instead."
-000-
Ellen's POV
"Thanks." Samantha mutters as I pour her a shot of whiskey. I smile gently and hope that I won't regret this later. Dean looks over though and quickly swipes it away.
"No." Samantha huffs and meets his eyes.
"Yes." I almost smile at her simple answer.
"No." Sam looks towards them, on the other side of Samantha, and shakes his head before downing the shot I gave him.
"One, yes. Two, you're not my dad. Three, I could literally get murdered by a demon at any second and I don't want to die an alcohol virgin." After a few seconds of thinking it over, Dean hands her the shot.
"Not too much. I don't want to be holding your hair while you puke." Samantha makes an agreeing noise before slipping the drink back towards her. Dean carefully watches as she throws the drink back expertly before placing the glass back on the bar, only coughing once. She's a liar that one.
"By the way I was kidding about the alcoholic virgin thing."
"Of course you were." Samantha gives Dean a smile before tipping the empty glass towards me. I fill her glass up.
-000-
"Andy ended up shooting him." Dean finishes telling Jo and I about their last hunt as Samantha starts to slowly lean on Dean, falling asleep. Dean shifts uncomfortably for a second before getting over his discomfort and moves his arm so she's tucked into his side.
"She hasn't fully fell asleep since the Gordon incident." Dean whispers as to not awaken her. I smile at how fast their relationship moved from being kind-of-strangers to brothers and sister. And Dean proves my thinking as he gently scoops Samantha into his arms and carries her into one of the spare rooms. Dean walking back out a few seconds later and sitting back at the bar.
"Sam's sleeping too." He murmurs. I nod and lean against the bar as Jo walks around and sits next to him.
"So. How are you guys really? You all look beat to hell." I ask cautiously, knowing how John got when you asked the wrong question. But Dean just gives a fake smile before wiping his hands over his face.
"Ugh. We haven't slept in a while." Dean states the obvious.
"We can see that. But you look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders. You don't get that look from a lack of sleep." Jo lectures. Dean glances towards her and they make eye contact for a few seconds, and just as I'm about to whack him, he nods and sighs.
"I just….I shouldn't have got her in this life. I can already see it affecting her and we all know this life doesn't have a long life span…I just…" Dean trails off.
"You think she would still be alive if you left her? We know what happened to her. We read her background check. We know all what went on at home. I say she has a better chance of making it to twenty in this life than in her home life. And for her getting affected by this, of course she will. But she's already getting stronger. She will be okay. And you'll be okay. And Sam will be okay. You just have to understand that she chose this life too. She wanted this life." And god do I hope I'm right. As Dean nods and his posture lightens slightly I can tell that he's still not guilt free but he knows that Samantha has a better chance here. For a few more hours we make small talk before he mumbles a goodnight and goes back to one of the spare rooms. Jo and I share a glance before smiling and starting to clean off the bar.
"Girl has them wrapped around her pinkie without her knowing." Jo mutters and I nod.
"I think she knows it. Just doesn't want to admit it."
-000-
Samantha's POV
Catfight. Case. Philadelphia. Apartment. Jo shows up.
That's how my morning went. And now we're sitting around the apartment we're 'renting' and discussing the case.
"This place was built in 1924. It was originally a warehouse, converted into apartments a few months ago." Jo relays as she flips a small knife around in her hand and Dean is pacing behind her. What's up with the restlessness?
"Yeah? What was here before 1924?" Dean questions.
"Nothing. Empty field."
"So, most likely scenario, someone died bloody in the building, and now he's back and raising hell." Sam states and Jo goes on to say that there haven't been any violent deaths.
"Okay! So, uh, it's something else, then. Maybe some kind of cursed object that brought a spirit with it." Dean ponders aloud.
"Wait, cursed objects?" I speak up, fully intrigued for the first time today. Dean glances over, his eyes looking like he forgot I was there and nods.
"Cursed objects are objects imbued with black magic, that causes bad luck and-" Dean starts explaining but I interrupt him as I go to grab a soda out of the, almost, empty fridge.
"No, I know what they are. I just didn't know they were real." Jo sighs and I take that as a sign to shut up. So I do, then we talk some more before we start to search the building. Jo and Dean, of course, are on the top two floors and Sam and I have this and the floor below us.
As we search the floor we're on now, I run my hand along the brick wall and make sure to take in every detail I can.
"So…about your brother is he still in jail?" Sam asks, making conversation. I glance over at him before glancing at a vent on the bottom of the wall. God, is there a gas leak? I almost cover my noise from the strong smell of a fume that's really, really familiar.
"Far as I know. He should be getting out in a little less than a year. Unless he got out on good behavior." I mutter. He is supposed to get out in October sometime. "I really should write him." I mumble, more to myself than Sam. For the rest of the time we make small talk about his past hunts until we all meet up back at the room and we all declare that we don't have any leads. Awesome.
-000-
The rest of the case is pretty slow. Until Jo gets kidnapped then used as bait. And then we cemented the sewer closed so H.H. Holmes couldn't get out. Then, Ellen showed up. And the rest of the car ride was pretty much so awkward I would have rather walked the whole way back. Ellen didn't say one word to me.
We got back to the roadhouse. Ellen and Jo fought….and Jo revealed that John got her father killed. Then we left. And I have no fucking idea how it got to here. How it got to the S.W.A.T team busting down the motel door and taking me and Sam into custody. Well. Maybe I'll be seeing my brother earlier than I thought.