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John knocked on the motel room door. His boys were making him late for their next hunt. "Boys, time to go!"

Dean opened the door, definitely not ready. He was half dressed. He looked shaken. John instantly got concerned. Before he could ask, Dean looked back in their room. John couldn't find Sam. John walked in the motel room, letting Dean by. John found Sam hunched over the bathroom sink.

"Sam?" John asked.

Sam was startled. He gathered himself, swallowing heavy breaths. "We need to go talk to Ash."

"About what?" John asked.

"The dreams. They're back." Sam told him.

John and Dean froze. Sam went around the room, getting ready to leave. Dean snapped out of it after a moment, getting his stuff together. John was already packed. It gave him time to think about what Sam revealed.

The dreams...Sam hadn't had one of those in months. The last one, John recalled, came from their last fight with the Yellow Eyed Demon. Sam would have told them if another vision happened.

Sam and Dean were finally finished packing. They loaded into the Impala. They drove straight to the roadhouse- only stopping for gas. John wanted to know what was going on with his middle son- with his boy. Sam wanted to know too, as it was his brain getting these visions. Dean was the only one that didn't want to know.

"I don't know, Sam, why don't we just chill out? You know, think about this."

"What is there to think about, Dean?" Sam asked, turning off the radio.

"I just don't know if going to the Roadhouse is a smart idea." Dean answered, trying to turn the radio back on but Sam smacked his hand away.

"Boys." John scolded. The radio would stay off for this conversation. "Dean. We're going to the Roadhouse. Your brother's visions have a habit of coming true. Any information he or Ash can give us would give us a heading."

"It's just-"

"His visions come up, and the Yellow Eyed Demon or his schemes aren't far behind." John stated. "We're going."

"That's my point." Dean sat up. "There's going to be hunters there. I don't know if...if going in there and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a demonic connection is the best thing, alright?"

John narrowed his eyes on his eldest son. "Then we don't tell anybody. This is between us and Ash. Nobody else is going to be involved."

Sam had another takeaway from Dean's statement. "So I'm a freak now?" He asked

Dean nearly slammed his head onto the dashboard. His dad would have yelled at him- and Dean wouldn't have wanted to hurt the Impala anyway. Great, now his dad is mad at him and he just hurt his brother's feelings.

"Alright, so Ash is likely to keep a secret especially if we don't say too much." Dean reached to the backseat, ruffling Sam's hair. Sam tried pushing him off. "And hey man you've always been a freak."

Sam still looked hurt.

John focused back on the road. While he knew he wasn't father of the year, Dean was not being the best big brother right now.

They made it to the Roadhouse in just under two hours. As they entered, Jo nearly ran into Dean.

"Just can't stay away, huh?" Jo asked him.

Dean gave her a cocky smile. "Yeah, looks like. How are you doing, Jo?"

Sam got in between them. "Have you seen Ash?"

"In his back room." She answered and Sam rushed off to where she pointed at. John closed behind him. "And I'm fine..." She muttered, not liking being brushed off.

Dean got closer to her. "Sorry, we're on a bit of a timetable." He then gave her a grin. "But I'm sure those two don't need me right now."

John quickly came back and pulled Dean away by his elbow. The last thing he needed was Ellen shooting both of them. Or just him.

Sam pounded on Ash's door. Or presumably Ash's door. The sign read 'Dr Badass is: in'. Ash opened the door. All the Winchesters turned away. Ash was naked.

After he got dressed, Sam gave him a drawing of the bus logo he saw in his vision. John was surprised at how good the drawing was. He never knew Sam was an artist.

It didn't take long for Ash to find something. "Well, I got a match. It's the logo from the Blue Ridge bus lines in Guthrie, Oklahoma."

John asked him to look for the signs of their demon but Ash couldn't find any.

Sam came up with another idea. "Okay, look for house fires that occured in 1983, fire's origin would be a baby's nursery, night of the kid's six month birthday."

John nodded in agreement.

Ash, however, was confused. "Okay, now that's just weird, man. Why the hell would I be looking for that?"

Sam pulled out the beer. John pulled out the $200.

"Cause there's a PBR in it for ya."

"And the $200 is for you to keep your mouth shut about it to anyone except the three of us."

Ash accepted them.

John looked over for Dean. His eldest was talking to Jo again. John sighed. When he checked, he spotted Ellen. Ellen glared daggers at him, then at his boy. John lowered his head, not wanting to get the death glare anymore.

John and Sam decided to go to another table. Ash needed some time to find out what they needed. Sam noticed the glare Ellen gave his dad. He wanted to ask about it but knowing his dad, he'll most likely get shot down so he asked about something else.

"Dad, you don't think I'm a freak do you?"

John figured a question like this was coming. Sam kept getting visions, and they tended to hunt down things that had visions. Dean's words earlier didn't help. "Is this about what Dean said?"

Sam wasn't surprised that John answered his question with another one but he wasn't shutting him down so he figured this was progress. "I mean...What if people find out what I can do and they try to hunt me down? I mean, what if I am just a monster?"

"No. You're not." John stated. Sam was taken aback by the sternest in his tone, even more so when he looked up to see his dad staring at him straight in the eye. "Sam, you're not going to turn evil."

"And how do you know?" Sam asked him.

"Because you have me and Dean," John answered. "If it feels like you're about to cross the line then the two of us can keep you in check."

Sam looked down in thought at that.

Ash came over to their table. "Hey man, got a match." He put his laptop on their table and showed them a picture of a young man. "Andrew Gallagher. Born in 83 and six months later his nursery went up in flames. Mom didn't survive the fire."

"Grab Dean, let's go," John ordered as he went over to pay for the beers.

Ellen was giving him a death glare when he came up. "Your son better not be trying anything with my Jo, Winchester."

"He's not me," John reminded her as he handed Ellen the money. She cashed him out but it was clear that she didn't believe him.

In the Impala, Sam was looking through a stack of papers Ash had handed him while Dean focused on the road. John was giving his oldest a weird look. Because the song Dean had on the radio was REO 'Can't fight this feeling'. What was even weirder was that Dean was singing along to it. John thought his oldest had better taste than that.

Even Sam was stunned once he started paying attention to the radio. "You're kidding right?" He asked.

Dean just rolled his eyes. "I heard the song somewhere, I can't get it out of my head." He explained.

"Wasn't this playing in the Roadhouse not 20 minutes ago?" John asked, giving his son a cheeky look.

If he recalled correctly, Jo put it on when Ash was doing the search.

"Look son, I'm not judging. And I don't give a crap about you and Jo but-" John started but Dean cut him off.

"Yeah, Dad, I know. Ellen scares me too." Dean admitted before going back to what Sam was doing. "Waddya got?"

Sam filled Dean in on the profile.

"You think the demon killed his mom?" Dean asked.

"Seems likely," John said. "Does it say where we can find him, Sam?"

"It doesn't," Sam responded. "There's no known address or current employment and he still owes everything on bills."

"Any collection agency flags?" Dean tried.

"None," Sam answered.

That took John off guard. "There is no damn way those people would be letting him walk! Whatever power he has must be helping him with this."

"That's a possibility," Sam agreed. "I did find a work address from his W-2, about a year ago. We can start there."

The next morning the Winchesters entered a coffee shop wearing their fake fed suits. Their waitress, Tracy, told them to sit wherever they wanted and fixed them up some coffee. "You won't get anything out of Andy, guys. I'm sorry but they never do?" she straight up told them.

"They?" Sam asked, looking confused.

"How did you know we were coming over to see Andy?" John inquired.

"We don't get many people in suits out here," She answered John before addressing Sam. "So you would be debt collectors right? These people come by once in a while. I'm not sure what Andy says to them, but they never come back."

That got John nervous. No con man's that good.

Dean then spoke up. "Actually we're lawyers. Representing his Great Aunt Lisa. She passed, God rest her soul, and left Andy with a sizable estate."

John was impressed. They had planned on coming in as debt collectors but that was some good improvisation on Dean's part.

"So are you a friend of his?" Sam asked the waitress.

"I used to be, yeah," Tracy admitted. "But I don't see much of him anymore." The look in her eyes. John suspects that there may be more going on with these two than what is spoken. At least from Tracy's perspective.

Another guy came from out of nowhere and joined the Winchesters at their table, hopping in on their conversation. "Andy? Andy kicks ass man!"

"That so?" John asked, not liking how this man approached them so casually.

"Yeah man. Andy can get you into anything. He took me backstage to Aerosmith once, it was beautiful man," the guy said.

John and Dean looked at each other with an impression and jealousy mixed in their eyes. Lucky bastard! They thought.

"Hey how about bussing a table or two, Weber?" Tracy asked him, annoyed.

"Yes boss," Weber said and got back to work.

Tracy turned back to her customers. "Look if you want to find him, try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a barbarian queen on the side."

"Barbarian queen?" Dean asked dumbfounded.

"She's riding a polar bear," Tracy explained. "Kinda hard to miss."

More like it was impossible to miss. As the three approached the van they could hear Stonehenge from Spinal Tap playing inside. Dean looked at the vehicle in amazement. John looked at it in disbelief. Sam wasn't looking at the van and just had an intense look on his face.

Dean walked around the van to fully admire her. "I'm sorry," he said. "But I'm starting to like this dude. This van is sweet."

"Really Dean?" John asked, confused as to how Dean would like such a thing.

"You don't think so, Dad?" Dean asked.

"Dean, this looks worse than that van your mom wanted me to get before I decided on the Impala," John told him.

"What kind of van did Mom want you to get?" Sam asked, amused. His dad rarely talked about Mom. Sam welcomed any kind of conversation about her.

John grew a little red before explaining. "It was covered in dye colors and had a big peace symbol on the front of it."

Both his sons chuckled in disbelief.

"Mom wanted you to get a hippie van?" Dean asked.

"Luckily I was able to see sense- got a better car." John replied. He remembered more about the story, like that a guy recommended the Impala. John wanted the boys to think John picked it himself. They didn't need to hear anything. "Sam. Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine," Sam insisted but neither John nor Dean were buying it.

"Dude, you look like you're sucking a lemon, what's going on?" Dean demanded.

"This Andrew Gallagher, he's the second person we found with powers after the Demon visited them as kids. And now they're killing people," Sam stated.

"You were also visited by the Demon, Sam, and you're not killing people," John reminded him. Sam was about to counter that but John quickly put his hand up. "And don't start listing people you've had to kill for the job. That's the job. You've never killed an innocent."

Sam fell silent, unsure of how to respond. Dean grabbed their attention, pointing to a nearby building. They see Andy leaving in his pajamas and a long robe decorated with dragons. He said goodbye to the woman leaning out her second story window. Andy greeted a man, before being offered his coffee.

Sam nudged his family. "That's the guy." He warned. He nodded at the man Andy just shook hands with. "That's the shooter."

John nodded. "Sam, you follow him, try to see if you can stop that vision of yours from occurring. Dean and I will follow Andy."

Sam nodded. He went to the pawn shop. John and Dean went back to the Impala. Andy got into his van. Both vehicles drove off.

After a few minutes Andy pulled over. He walked out towards their car. Dean and John knew instantly what to do. They slid their weapons out- Dean with his gun and John with his knife.

Dean lowered his window as Andy greets them. "Hey guys, this is a cherry ride."

"Thank you," John replied, still suspicious.

"Man, the 67? Impala's best year if you ask me. Serious classic," Andy continued.

"Yeah me and my son just rebuilt her," John admitted.

"Yeah?" Andy asked, impressed.

"Can't let a car like this one go," Dean said.

Andy nodded in agreement. "Hey, can I have it, guys?" He asked them.

Dean and John were all too happy to give Andy the Impala. Both of them were smiling as they got out of the car. Dean gave Andy the keys. Andy drove off and suddenly, as if snapping out of a spell, they stood there confused. It took them very little time to realize that Andy- that Andy- well they didn't know exactly how Andy did it. All they knew was that the Impala was gone.

They had their guesses to Andy's power.

Dean cussed up a storm. John's phone rang.

"Sam, how did it go with the doctor?" John asked.

"I pulled the fire alarm and got everyone out before he went to the counter," Sam explained. "But then he walked out onto the street and got run over by a bus."

John spun around in anger and ran his free hand through his hair.

Sam spoke up again. "Hang on, is that Andy with the Impala?" he asked.

"I know!" Dean shouted, still pissed about that. "He just asked us for it and we just gave it to him."

"You what?"

"It's mind control," John said. "That's his power."

He ended the call. He and Dean needed to get back to Sam. Things were going to get a lot more dangerous.

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