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Sam and Andy sat on the back of an abandoned pick up, just talking about their powers. John watched with a thoughtful look on his face. It was a relief to see that some of the people Yellow Eyes wanted to use were decent people like Sam. That means there was a good chance his plan would fail.

The Impala then arrived. Dean got out, walking over to them.

"What did you find out?" John asked.

"Victim's name was Holly Beckett, forty-one, single," Dean informed.

"Mean anything to you?" John asked Andy.

Andy just shook his head.

"Well I called Ash on the way over and he came up with something," Dean told them. "Turns out Holly gave birth when she was eighteen. And it was on the same day you were born Andy."

"Wait, you were adopted?" Sam asked.

"Well yeah but I didn't think it was all that important," Andy said. "Like you guys said my adopted mom died when I was a baby."

Normally, admittedly, keeping information like that secret would piss John off. In his experience, it's very common for normal people to keep information like that to themselves. Still, it annoyed John. The time wasted on useless leads could've been better spent if people gave him the info he needed. This time, John could let it slide. They had said his mother died as a baby, and never even considered that he had another mother to think about.

They thought Yellow Eyes killed the mothers, but Andy's mother hadn't been connected by blood yet Yellow Eyes did her in. What part did that play in his sick plan? Was it that his adoptive mother was closer? But then why burn the birth mother now, twenty years later? Especially when Andy seemed to hardly think about her in the first place?

Andy sat up straighter, focusing on Dean. "Wait, are you saying this woman could be my biological mother?"

Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Can't be a hundred percent sure on that. I tried to get a copy of the birth records, but their hard copies only and are sealed in the county office."

Andy promptly said "Screw that!"

Later that night, the Winchesters were looking through boxes in the records office while Andy took care of the security guard. He used his powers to assure the guard that there was nothing to worry about and to just take a coffee break.

Before the guard left, Andy quickly grabbed his shoulder and added in a deep voice "These aren't the 'droids you're looking for."

Dean snickered while John rolled his eyes. "Been saving that one for a special occasion?" He asked.

Andy gave a smile. He probably used it all the time.

"Alright I got it," Sam said, showing them some papers. "This proves it. Holly Beckett was your birth mother."

"What about Dr. Jennings? How's he connected to this?" John asked, trying to read the report over Sam's shoulder.

Sam nodded. "He was her doctor. Even oversaw the adoption."

Andy sat down just trying to process all this. "But I swear. I didn't know any of this," He mumbled under his breath.

Dean clamped a hand on his shoulder. "We believe you."

"Question is, who else is connected to this?" John asked.

"That's an easy one," Sam replied, giving the report to Andy. "Holly gave birth to twins."

"So he would have the same power," John noted in irritation.

Andy looked overwhelmed in his chair. This was becoming too much for him. While Dean tried to comfort him, John turned back to Sam.

"So these twins were adopted into different families." John reasoned.

"Yeah, as we know Andy went with the Gallagher family. Meanwhile his twin went to the Weems family from upstate," Sam explained.

Andy, who had started to calm down a little, asked "So what's my brother's name?" He looked at the paper in front of him. "Ansem." They saw something else on the document. "He lives here?"

"Yeah," Sam replied. "I got his picture printing from the DMV right now."

Dean went over to the printer just as it finished and took a look. His eyes went wide in surprise. "Hate to kick you when your freaked Andy but ummm..." he trailed off as he handed Andy the paper and everyone got a good look at the picture.

It was Weber.

Everyone piled back into the Impala. They needed to find Weber. Andy explained what he knew.

"I mean it's not much. He just showed up one day about eight months ago. Started acting like he was my best friend in the world. He acted kinda weird, ya know? Like he was trying too hard. Almost clingy." Andy explained, though it's hard to say if he was saying it to the Winchesters or to himself.

"He must have already known you guys were twins," Dean figured. "But why change his name? Why not just tell the truth?"

"Something's not right with this guy," John said before looking at his other son. Sam wasn't doing too great. He started to cringe and was rubbing his eyes. "Sam, what's wrong?"

Sam couldn't answer. He was clutching his head, screaming in pain. John quickly pulled over so that he and Dean could check on him. Sam bolted out of the car and collapsed on all fours to the ground.

"Sam! Sam!" Dean rushed to his brother. John hot on his heels. They both kneel down beside him. "What's going on, Sammy?" Dean asked.

"It's Weber," Sam panted, trying to catch his breath. "He's got that chick we met at the diner."

Andy, who was also rushing towards them, overhears this and freezes in horror. "Tracy. Where are they? Is she okay?"

"She won't be if we don't get a move on," Sam said, having collected himself and rushed back to the car. "They're at the bridge. Weber wants to make her jump."

A few minutes later, Dean stopped the car a few feet away from the bridge so they wouldn't get caught. The Winchesters get out and circle back to the trunk which Dean opens.

As Sam arms himself he warns "Look Dad, Dean, I think it's best that you stay here."

Dean nodded in agreement. "No arguments here. I've had enough of my head getting screwed at for one day."

"What about Andy?" John asked as he saw the boy taking off for the bridge.

Sam quickly followed.

Dean turns to his dad. "So what's the plan?"

John brought out the sniper rifle. He handed it to Dean. Dean was always better at the sniper than John. "We're going to get far enough away so we can't hear his voice. However there's a chance his powers have grown beyond that so I'm going to do my best to stay out of sight in case he does somehow see you and get ahold of you."

Dean nodded obediently. They both rushed off towards the woods. Dean found himself a gap in the trees and took aim. John went further back, hiding in the shadows. He brought out a pair of binoculars to keep watch of it all.

John gave himself the perfect viewpoint to watch Dean move the gun. Instead of Weber, he aimed it at his chin. John went, only for Dean to point it at John. John froze. While Dean would never shoot him on his own, this demonic mind control was a whole other level.

He waited, tense. He couldn't watch the bridge to check on Sam, and he knew that he barely had a chance against Dean. Even under Weber's control, Dean would make the shot. He needed to have faith in Sam.

A gunshot went off.

John went running. Either Dean shoots him, or not. Sam was in trouble.

John made it to the bridge. Dean came a bit behind. Weber was on the ground. Andy lowered the gun.

They called for the police. They arrived hours later along with an ambulance. Andy told the officers about Weber shooting himself, using his powers to convince them. Tracy sat in the back of the ambulance wrapped up in a blanket. After Andy finished with the cops, he tried approaching her. She avoided his eyes.

Instead of saying anything to her, he gave up. He went over to the Winchesters.

"How is she?" John asked

"She won't even look at me," Andy said.

"She does seem pretty shaken up," Sam admitted.

"No, I mean, I've never used my powers before on her. Not until last night. She's scared of me now," Andy explained.

Sam looked regretful. "Look, Andy, I hate to do this but we need to leave."

"What am I supposed to do then?" Andy asked.

"You keep your head down and you hang in there," John answered, handing Andy a piece of paper. "I wrote all our numbers on there. You need anything, you give us a call."

Andy nodded and he left.

As the Winchesters walked back to their car, Sam gave a sigh.

"So I was right," he said.

"About what?" Dean asked.

"Andy. He's a killer," Sam replied.

John tried to put a comforting hand on Sam but he just brushed it off. Still John said. "Look Sam, nothing is ever black and white. Yes, Andy killed his own brother but let's be honest. Weber was dangerous and he had to be put down. It doesn't really matter which one of us did it. He needed to be put down."

"And that's my point!" Sam yelled. "Bottom line is that in the right circumstances anyone can be pushed to murder. Andy was pushed last night. Max Miller got pushed by his abusive family. Hell, I got pushed the night I lost Jessica."

"And I was pushed the night I lost your mother and you don't see me with demonic powers!" John countered. "That's just being human."

Sam thought that over while Dean's phone started ringing. Apparently Ellen wanted to talk to them.

They drove back to the Roadhouse.

Once there, Ellen told Jo to grab another case of beer, much to her daughter's annoyance.

When Jo left, Ellen turned to them. "So you three want to tell me about this last case of yours?"

"No not really," John answered.

"To be honest it's more of a family thing," Dean said.

"Not anymore," Ellen countered, dropping a stack of papers next to the Winchesters. "I got this from Ash. It's the file on Andrew Gallagher's family. His house burned down on his six month birthday, just like with you guys. And you think that it's the demon both times, don't you."

Sam nodded before his brother or his father could say anything.

"Why?" Ellen asked.

"Nothing you need to worry about," John said but that only pissed Ellen off.

"The hell it isn't, Winchester! This goes beyond avenging your wife, this is war. Now something big and bad is coming and it's coming fast and their side holds all the cards. And all we have it's just us. Now tell me what's going on."

John gave a sigh. Ellen wouldn't give them a way out of this. Sam started it up. "There are people out there, like Andy and like me... who all have some kind of ability."

"How so?"

"Well I can see premonitions Andy could do mind control. It's different for everybody," Sam explained. "The demon said that he has plans for us."

"And are any of these people dangerous?" Ellen asks warily.

"Not any more dangerous than a person with a handgun," John said. "But we don't know what he plans to do with them and we don't know how many there are."

"We have been able to track down a pattern so far," Dean continued. "All of them lost their moms in a house fire on their six month birthday."

"Not all of them," Sam corrected. Everyone looked at him confused.

"I looked at Weber's files when we connected him to Andy," Sam explained. "There was nothing out of the ordinary."

"Which breaks the pattern. So there would be no real way to track them all down," Ellen said.

John clenched his fists in anger. His wife could have been spared. If she just hadn't gone into Sam's room that night…granted if Yellow Eyes hadn't come after their family at all, none of this would have happened in the first place.

A glass of whiskey was placed in front of him. He looked at Ellen, who said "I thought this might be better than the beer."

John took a swig and quickly asked for another.

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