ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ: "Liar says what?"
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"I'M SORRY."

Venus and Sam exchanged a look from where they stood on the side of the road, Dean's words catching them off guard.

Sam moved to sit beside his brother on the hood of the Impala, while Venus slowly began to walk back to where she parked her motorcycle behind them, sensing that this was a private moment. 

But then Dean turned to her. "No, stay. You should hear this too."

Venus examined him for a moment, sensing the silent plea in his eyes. I need you here.

So, she walked over and sat in the small space between the boys, looking out at the sunny landscape before them. It was so beautiful and quiet, a sharp contrast to the things the hunters had seen and felt over recent days.

Venus was long past upset with Dean, now only feeling saddened by the spiral he'd been experiencing for the past month. He'd been angrier and more cruel than ever, starting with a vampire hunt gone haywire in Montana, and now ending at their run-in with a resurrected college girl slash zombie. She had been mostly distant from him during it all, hoping to avoid another argument because it wouldn't do either of them any good.

But it currently seemed that Dean had reached his breaking point.

"What are you sorry for, Dean?" Venus turned and looked up at him, her sincerity evident in her tone and body language. It only made Dean feel worse about how he had been treating them.

"The way I've been acting," he answered, glancing down in shame.

Venus kept her eyes on Dean, watching his face soften into a mix of sadness and regret.

"And for dad," he added after some time, "Well, he was your dad too, Sammy."

Sam's eyes snapped to Dean at the mention of their father.

Even Venus found her jaw slackened. She wasn't expecting him to directly address this any time soon.

"It's my fault that he's gone."

"What are you talking about?" Sam's brows furrowed.

"I know you've both been thinking it, and so have I. Doesn't take a genius to figure it out," Dean said, avoiding both their stares. "Back at the hospital, I had a full recovery. It was a miracle. Five minutes later, Dad's dead, and the colt's gone. You can't tell me there's not a connection there."

Sam swallowed harshly, tears welling in his eyes as his brother spoke.

"Doesn't mean it was your fault, Dean," Venus gently rebutted.

Dean peered down at her with tears in his eyes, "Yes it does. I don't know how the demon was involved. I don't know how the whole thing went down exactly but...dad's dead because of me. That much I do know."

Venus' heart ached as she took in Dean's words. He'd been carrying this guilt by himself and it had been eating him up inside, breaking him down slowly. And he didn't deserve any of it.

"We don't know that, not for sure, Dean," Sam disagreed.

"Guys," Dean paused, taking a breath. He almost looked pained to say every word. "You two and Dad...you're the most important people in my life. And now..."

Venus sent him a sad smile, not even noticing the tears falling from her own eyes.

"I never should've come back," Dean insisted, "It wasn't natural and now look what's come of it. I was dead and I should've stayed dead."

"Don't say that," Venus muttered, barely above a whisper.

Dean met her eyes once again. "You wanted to know how I was feeling. Well, that's it. So, tell me. What could either of you possibly say to make that alright?"

Sam silently cried as he mulled over his brother's words, unable to conjure a response of any kind.

But Venus had a few in mind. She knew the right things to say at that moment, yet she couldn't bring herself to say them.

Because Dean didn't need to hear that right now. He didn't need to be fixed or helped.

So, Venus leaned over and pulled Dean in for a hug, feeling him instantly accept it. She cradled his head on her shoulder and held him there, soaking up the quiet cries that echoed from his lips. "It won't always be like this," she gently pulled away, cradling his face in her palms.

Dean sniffled, shaking his head slightly and looking down. His hands remained on her waist, nervously fiddling with the skin there.

"Hey, I mean it," she gently urged, smiling up at him through her wet lashes, "It may not feel like it right now. Hell, it might not feel like it a few weeks from now. But eventually, it won't suck so much, and you're going to be okay."

Dean shakily exhaled, letting her words wash over him.

"And hey, even if it still sucks," Venus paused and gestured to where Sam stood watching them with a small smile, "We'll be here."

Dean managed a smile at her, truly believing her this time around.

Venus used her grip on his face to bring his forehead to her lips, pressing a soft kiss there. "I got you."

-ˋˏ [       ] ˎˊ-

Two weeks later...

Venus was leaning on the back of her parked motorcycle, idly checking a few messages from Bobby, when Dean came rushing out of the gas station bathroom, his arms slung around a distressed Sam. "What the hell happened?" she instantly flipped her phone shut and stood up.

Sam waved Dean off him, using the Impala hood as a crutch when he got to it.

"Another vision," Dean briefly explained to her.

Sam clutched his temple for a few more seconds, then took a deep breath to stabilize himself.

Venus was immediately worried. "This seemed a lot more painful than the last one."

"We have to go to the roadhouse," Sam demanded.

Dean and Venus' brows furrowed. "Why?" they chorused.

Sam went on to explain the basis of his vision to them, even telling them that he believed it might be related to the demon.

"I don't know man," Dean said afterward, folding his arms across his chest, "Why don't we just chill out and think about this?"

Venus looked up from where she had just twisted the key in her bike's ignition. "I mean, what's there to think about? I believe him," she shrugged.

"I'm not saying I don't," Dean was quick to reason, "I just don't know if going to the roadhouse is the smartest idea."

"Dean, it's another premonition, I know it," Sam argued from where he stood between them, "This is going to happen and Ash can tell us where. Plus, like I said, it could have some connection with the demon. My visions always do."

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

Venus' eyes widened at Dean's statement. Supernatural freak...is that what she was?

"So I'm a freak now?" Sam asked, clearly offended.

Dean peeked over at Venus for help but found the girl equally offended. He sighed and patted Sam on the shoulder. "You've always been a freak," he attempted to joke before hopping into the Impala.

It was nearly packed when they arrived at the roadhouse later that night. Jo stood in the center, counting some dollar bills when she looked up and smiled at the hunters. Her eyes clung to Sam's. "You just couldn't stay away, huh?"

Sam mustered a small smile at the blonde. "Yeah, looks like. How you doin' Jo?"

"I'm fi–"

"Where's Ash?" Sam almost immediately followed up.

"In his back room," the blonde answered, slightly peeved.

"Thanks," Sam took off.

Jo turned to Venus and Dean in question.

"Sorry, we're kind of on a bit of a timetable," Dean awkwardly apologized on his brother's behalf, taking off behind him shortly after.

Venus rolled her eyes at the boys and their lack of manners. "Catch you in a bit, Jo," she smiled at the younger girl. Venus rounded the corner to see Sam frantically knocking at Ash's door, getting no response. 

She stepped up and knocked twice, calling out for 'Doctor Badass' like the sign on the door suggested.

"¡Puta madre!" she exclaimed when he swung the door open wearing no clothes.

Dean quickly stepped in front of her, glaring at Ash.

"Sam, Dean, Venus," the dirty blonde genius greeted them.

Venus shifted her eyes up to the ceiling, "Hey man, what did I say about getting naked when you're drunk off your ass?"

"You encouraged it," Ash answered after a few seconds of thought.

Venus scoffed, "No, I did not!"

"Anyways," Sam steered them back on track, "Ash, we need your help."

Ash blinked. "Well then, I guess I need my pants."

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"So, I got a match," Ash told them a few minutes later. At his elbow sat Sam's drawing of one of the only images he could decipher from his vision. "It's the logo for the Blue Ridge bus lines. Guthrie, Oklahoma."

"Okay, do me a favor," Sam leaned forward in his seat, "Check Guthrie for any demonic signs or omens, or anything like that."

"You think the demon is there?"

Sam's eyes briefly flickered to where Venus and Dean stood on his right, watching Ash work. "Yeah, maybe," he answered.

"Why would you think that?" wondered Ash.

Dean fidgeted awkwardly. "Just check it, alright?"

Ash obeyed, his fingers flying away at his keyboard for a few seconds. "No, sir, nothing. No demon."

"Damnit," Venus muttered to herself, closing her eyes for a moment.

Sam anxiously fidgeted with his short arm cast. "Alright. Try something else for me," he told Ash, "Search Guthrie for a house fire. It would be 1983, fire's origin would be a baby's nursery, the night of the kid's six-month birthday."

Dean and Venus exchanged a glance before she looked around the bar to see Jo listening in. Luckily most of the hunters had cleared out by then.

Ash eyed Sam strangely. "Okay, now. That is just weird, man. Why the hell would I be looking for that?"

Venus cleared her throat and crouched to Ash's level, pulling a folded twenty-dollar bill from her hoodie pocket and smacking it onto the tabletop. "I'll even throw in two cold beers, sweeten the pot and all that." she offered with a striking smile. 

Ash turned back to his computer screen within seconds. "Gimme fifteen minutes."

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Venus turned to where Dean sat, quietly nursing a glass of beer, with a smile on her face. She walked away from the jukebox once Billy Joel's voice began to fill the room, 'Uptown Girl' taking over Dean's moment of contemplation.

He looked up in annoyance to see Venus pulling up a chair beside him. "This is you, isn't it?"

Venus held up three fingers. "Track tres of 'Dean's Most Hated'—Uptown Girl, by Billy Joel," she recited fondly. She rolled her eyes at the glare that he sent her. "Come on, don't make that face. I know you miss hearing that tape."

"I don't. I really don't," he deadpanned. But he did.

Venus smiled even wider, reaching down to take a sip of his beer. Her face scrunched up in disgust at the taste, making Dean chuckle softly. She hadn't heard that sound in months. "God, that's disgusting," she declared, wiping her lips dry.

Dean glanced back at where Jo sat with Sam, the youngsters engaged in a deep conversation. "Don't let her hear you say that. She might pull out her rifle again."

"Oh, I say it all the time," Venus shrugged, "I usually stick to the bottles when I'm here."

Dean nodded, returning his attention to his beer. Venus chewed on her bottom lip, fumbling for words to say. An awkward silence descended on them, which seemed to be more common in recent days.

Ever since that day in Illinois two weeks prior, Venus noticed Dean slowly distancing himself. But it wasn't like the distance that lingered in the week after John died, it was a different kind, one that held some other reason that she couldn't decipher. Some days Dean would be glued to her side, affectionate and touchy. Then others he'd wake up and decide to keep her at arm's length. It was giving her emotional whiplash.

Dean looked up to say something, watching Venus' eyes flicker up to his expectantly, but then stopped himself.

Thankfully Sam walked over at that moment, holding a folder. "We have a match. We gotta go."

The older hunters released a relieved breath, each standing to their feet. Venus sent Jo and Ellen a smile and a wave then followed the boys out.

"What'd you find out, 'mano?" she radioed Sam a few hours into their drive to Guthrie, her bike barreling along the open road ahead of the Impala as always.

Sam's response came soon after. "Andrew Gallagher. Born in '83, like me. Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like me."

A question popped into Venus' head but before she could ask it, she noticed something else. "Is that Dean I hear humming 'Uptown Girl'?"

The previous humming she heard instantly stopped. "No," came Dean's unconvincing response.

Venus smiled to herself then jumped back on topic. "So how'd you know to look for this guy? Did you see him in your vision?"

"Not exactly, but every premonition I've had, if they're not about the demon, they're about the other kids the demon visited," Sam explained to them, "Like Max Miller, remember him?"

Venus sighed at the reminder of the young man, the morbid ending to his case replaying in her mind.

"Yeah, but Max Miller was a basic little psycho," she faintly heard Dean say through the walkie.

"Point is," Sam continued, "He was killing people and I was having the same type of visions about him. Now it could be happening all over again with this Gallagher guy."

Venus lifted her walkie to her lips. "If it is, then we'll stop him, Sam, I promise," she tried to ease his obvious worries, "How do we find this dude? Got a home or work address?"

"Nothing current," Sam answered, "and he still owes money on all his bills—phone, credit, utilities."

Venus' brows furrowed. "Collection agency flags?"

"Not in the system."

"They just let him take a walk?" Dean echoed Venus' thoughts.

"Seems like it."

Venus scoffed. "Lucky bastard."

"There's a work address from his last w-2 about a year ago," Sam informed her, "Let's start there."

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Their visit to Andrew's last place of work proved mostly pointless, with the hunters only being met with talks of how elusive the man was and his ability to get his friends into Aerosmith concerts.

But one waitress informed them that his van with the Barbarian Queen riding a polar bear painted on the side could be found on Orchard Street.

So, after slipping out of their 'lawyer' suits and into street clothes, the trio found themselves parked off Orchard Street. 

Venus stretched her legs across the backseat of the Impala as she twirled the keys to Freddy around her index finger, silently wishing she hadn't left her bike at the motel. Her eyes locked onto Andy's van through Dean's side mirror. 

It was, by far, the ugliest thing she'd ever seen.

"I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude," Dean mused, also eyeing it, "That van is sweet."

"As sweet as a lollipop dipped in battery acid," Venus replied with a phony smile.

Dean glared at her through the rearview mirror before glancing over at Sam, taking note of his distressed expression. "What's wrong?"

Venus turned her attention to Sam too, spotting the deep furrow of his brows, the subtle clench of his jaw, and the way he avoided her stare once she looked at him. Something was more than bothering him.

"Nothing," he answered.

Venus leaned over the front bench, looking directly into Sam's eyes. "Liar says what?"

"What?" Sam replied out of instinct.

Venus smirked triumphantly.

"Look, it's this Andrew Gallagher..." Sam began, "He's the second guy like this we've found—the demon came to them when they were kids, and now they're killing people."

"We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, okay?" Dean tried to ease his brother's concerns, as well as his own, "Could be innocent."

"My visions haven't been wrong yet," Sam argued.

"What's your point?"

"My point is, I'm one of them."

Venus finally spoke up. "No you're not," she insisted.

Sam looked over at her. "Venus, the demon said he had plans for me and other children like me."

"So?" she scoffed.

"Maybe this is his plan. Maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks. Maybe we're all supposed to be–"

"Killers?" Dean cut in.

"Yeah."

"So the demon wants you out there killing with your minds? Is that it? Give me a break," Dean scoffed.

Venus' face took on a deeply serious glint. "I've known you since you were in diapers, Sam, you are not a murderer. It's not in you," she told him, meaning every word.

"No?" Sam raised a brow, "Last I checked, I kill all kinds of things."

"Keyword, things. Not people. There's a difference," Venus rebutted.

"And those things were asking for it," Dean chimed in.

Venus glimpsed at Dean. "...sure." She then turned back to send Sam a small smile, missing the way Dean stared out the window, his jaw clenching as his father's last words hung heavy on his chest.

"Got him," Sam directed both their attention to where Andy was walking out of an apartment across the street.

Venus watched the short man in a silk robe and sweatpants wave up at a beautiful blonde on the second floor, a satisfied smile on his stubbled face. He even stopped a pedestrian on the street and had a short conversation with him that ended with the man handing over his cup of coffee.

Finally, Andy came to a stop at the end of the block and shook hands with a darker-skinned old man in a suit.

"That's him, that older guy, that's the shooter," Sam told them.

Dean looked between Sam and Venus. "Well, you two keep on him, I'll stick with Andy."

Venus nodded and quickly slid out of the Impala, jogging to catch up with Sam. They hurriedly crossed over to the other side of the street, now trailing behind the older man.

But Venus suddenly tugged on Sam's good arm, bringing him to a stop beside her. "We're too close," she mumbled for him to hear.

The pair continued to follow the man from a safer distance until he stopped walking a few minutes later, turning to stand in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Shit," Venus muttered, grabbing Sam's arm and throwing it over her shoulder. They stood near a tree and gazed out at the street, blending in while still keeping an eye on the man.

The man's phone rang and he answered it, still not spotting the hunters on his tail. They couldn't hear any of it but Venus spotted the way the man's face fell. But she couldn't linger on it because Sam pulled her across the street to a gun store, almost getting hit by a bus in the process.

"What's the plan?" Venus softly questioned from Sam's side, eyeing the numerous patrons in the shop at the moment.

Sam looked around in thought for a few more seconds then landed on an alarm by the door. Venus watched with wide eyes as he reached up and yanked the cord, instantly triggering the alarm. She walked out of the door at a normal pace by his side, spotting the older man on the steps, seconds from coming in and carrying out the rest of Sam's vision.

"Good plan," she nodded.

But before she could fully relax, she spotted Andrew Gallagher cruising down the street behind the wheel of Dean's Impala, cellphone in one hand and a smug smile on his face. "What the fuck?" she muttered to herself. After directing Sam's attention to it, Venus pulled out her phone and dialed Dean.

"Did you get jumped by Andy? He's got the Impala," she hurriedly spoke, her eyes still on where the vehicle had just passed. 

"I know," he replied, "He just sort of asked me for it and then I let him take it."

Venus paused, taking in his words. There's no universe where Dean Winchester would willingly let someone take that car. "Okay so we're dealing with mind control, got it," she concluded, gaining a strange look from Sam who couldn't hear the conversation.

"He full-on Obi-Wan'd me," Dean spat, still angry.

Venus giggled, imagining the scowl on his face. "Loser."

Dean's response fell on deaf ears, however, because at that moment, Venus and Sam turned to see the old man they were previously following step off the curb and into oncoming traffic, getting struck by a bus.

"Oh my God!"

-ˋˏ [    ] ˎˊ-

Venus was perched on a rock beside Sam, her face in her hands as she tried to erase the image of the innocent man's blood and body parts being carted off the street. Dean found them soon after the accident, now kneeling by their sides with his hand rubbing soothing circles on Venus' upper back. His lips curled in a small frown, sensing how shaken up they were.

"We kept him out of the gun store," Sam began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I thought he was okay. I thought he was past it."

Venus finally looked up, inhaling a shaky breath. "We should've stayed with him," she softly added, eyeing where the paramedics were wheeling a black body bag to their truck, "Oh God, he probably had a family—" she broke off, bringing the heel of her palm up to dry her eyes.

Dean used his grip on her back to pull her into his chest, now fully hugging her. "Hey, you did what you could," he paused and looked over to where Sam was drying his own tears, "You both did."

Venus sunk into his hold, wrapping her arms around his midsection.

"Come on, let's get out of here," Dean told them both, gently helping Venus to her feet. He kept his arm around her shoulders, occasionally comforting her with soft whispers that none of what happened was her fault.

The brunette calmed down some time into their walk, sniffling away the last of her tears and clutching onto Dean's side.

But then they stumbled onto the Impala, parked at a random intersection.

"Thank God!" he exclaimed at the sight of the vehicle, promptly letting go of Venus and running across the street.

Venus found herself laughing at the way he sprinted over, her and Sam eventually following.

"I'm sorry, Baby. I'll never leave you again," he declared to the car, his eyes darting all around it to inspect its condition, "At least he left the keys in it."

Venus scoffed in amusement. "Yeah, real samaritan this guy."

Dean came to stand by Venus and Sam. "Looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose. He's gotta use verbal commands," he explained.

"The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus," Sam recalled with a sigh, "Andy must've called him or something."

"I don't know, maybe," Dean shrugged.

Venus and Sam sent him bewildered stares. "Beg your pardon?" Sam countered.

"I just don't know if he's our guy."

Venus folded her arms across her chest, eyes narrowing slightly. "So you had a life sentence ready and waiting for OJ before he hopped out of his white Bronco, but you have doubts about this?"

"He doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type, that's all," Dean tried to reason, "And OJ was guilty," he added with a sharp point of his index finger.

Venus remained silent. He could be right about Andy not seeming like a killer, but there'd be no way for her to know without meeting the guy first. There was usually something different about a man capable of cold-blooded murder, it was in his eyes, the way he carried himself, even if he tried his best to hide it, it was always clear enough for Venus to see.

It's how she knew Gordon Walker was a bad person from their very first interaction.

"Either way, how are we gonna track this guy down?" Sam asked.

Dean looked away in thought for a moment before perking up. "Not a problem."

Venus and Sam followed Dean around the neighborhood for some time, asking people they saw if they'd spotted a van matching the description of Andy's.

Within minutes, they had located the eyesore.

"Not exactly an inconspicuous ride," Dean mused, pulling a crowbar out of his jacket, "Let's have a look."

Venus kept an eye out for any nosy pedestrians while Dean pried the back doors of the van open. Once she took a look inside, she instantly burst out laughing.

There was a sparkly disco ball hanging from the roof, leopard print sheets, and a tiger tapestry on one side. "What a loser," she said in between laughs.

"Come on," Dean grinned, eyes roaming the van in awe, "This is magnificent."

"Yeah this guy's not killing anything except for his parents' hopes and dreams of having grandchildren," Venus added, locking eyes with the largest bong she'd ever seen.

Dean smiled triumphantly. "See?" he turned to Sam, "Not exactly a serial killer's lair. There's no clown paintings on the walls or scissors stuck in the victims' photos. I like the tiger."

Venus turned to the large tapestry, resisting the urge to laugh again. "I'm worried that you might not be joking when you say that."

"I'm not," Dean replied, "It's cool."

Venus stared at him, silently questioning why on earth she was in love with him. But then he offered her that stupid smirk, his green eyes sparkling, and the question disappeared as quickly as it came.

"Hegel, Kant, Wittgenstein?" Sam grabbed their attention, reading off the authors of a few of the books strewn about Andy's messy 'bed', "That's some pretty heavy reading, guys."

Venus' brows shot up at the mention of the free-thinking philosophers. She hadn't heard those names since her earlier years at Stanford. "Him liking Wittgenstein is pretty ironic if you think about it," she chuckled.

"Right, didn't he argue that the world is given meaning by the words we choose, and if we limit our words, we limit our own reality?" Sam chimed in, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Venus nodded, "And Andy's been shaping his own 'reality' with just his words. Telling people what he wants, making them do what he chooses. But then Kant's argument is like a full 360–"

"Guys, come on," Dean cut in, their words almost seeming like a different language to him.

"Kant's all about goodwill and only doing to others what you would want to be done to yourself," Venus ignored Dean, continuing her conversation with Sam, both deeply invested, "Then you got Hegel who's just a madman. I mean who the hell writes like that? I get that it was the early nineteenth century or whatever but still..."

Sam chuckled at her words, "Hey, he did say that all art had a purpose."

"Yeah, and his purpose was to get me to blow my brains out," Venus joked.

"Are you nerds done yet?" Dean stuck his head in between them, finally loud enough to bring their convo to a screeching halt.

Venus and Sam stopped smiling at the sight of Dean's judgemental brow raised in their direction.

"Anyways," the eldest perked up and reached into the van, "I found Moby Dick's bong," he presented the glass object to them with a proud grin.

Venus sighed and brought a hand up to pinch his stubbled cheek. "You're lucky you're so pretty."

Later that day, the hunters sat in the Impala around the corner from the latest place where Andy's van was parked.

Sam held in his lap all the information on the old doctor that Venus managed to grab from the town's library. Dean was nearly finished with his second gas station burger, and Venus sat in the back reading one of the philosophy books she grabbed from the back of Andy's van, a half-empty bag of pretzels in her lap.

It was one of Hegel's books, the first one she recalled ever reading as a teenager. But this time around she found herself understanding it better. Hell, she was even intrigued. So much so that she didn't pay attention to the short argument between Dean and Sam, only being pulled out of the book when Andy's figure popped up on her side of the car, an angry look on his face.

"Hey! You think I haven't seen you three?" he stuck his head into Sam's open window, glancing at each of them, "Why are you following me?"

Venus hid the stolen book under her leg and sat up, slowly reaching for her gun.

"Well, we're lawyers," Sam started, "See, a relative of yours—"

"Tell the truth," Andy demanded.

Venus sat forward, prepared to continue Sam's lie with a convincing smile, but was interrupted by Dean's voice.

"We hunt demons."

Venus and Sam's head snapped in his direction, both equally shocked.

"What?" Andy gaped.

Venus eventually realized that Dean was under Andy's mind control, but then questioned why it hadn't worked on her. "Dean stop talking," she sternly spoke.

But Dean kept going. "Demons and spirits. Things your worst nightmares couldn't even touch. Sam here's my brother. Venus back there's my best friend. Or, more than that, actually. Sometimes we sleep together when Sam's not around, but we haven't for a couple of months and I miss it—

"Dean!" Venus shouted before he could involuntarily expose any more details about their relationship, her cheeks tinged a deep red from embarrassment.

"I'm trying—Sam's a psychic, like you," Dean continued, now rambling, "Well, not really like you, 'cause he thinks you're a murderer and he's afraid that he's gonna become one himself 'cause you're all part of something that's terrible. I hope to hell that he's wrong but I'm starting to get a little scared that he might be right," he ended with a nervous grin.

"Just leave me alone," Andy commanded.

Dean nodded, "Okay," he obeyed, his voice strained.

Sam hopped out of the car to follow Andy, Venus turning to do the same. "Get back in the car, V," he hurriedly told her, concerned about Andy's powers.

Venus waved him off, "It didn't work on me, don't worry about it."

"What?" Sam's eyes widened. 

Venus smiled awkwardly then pointed at where Andy was walking further into the alleyway. "Eyes up, 'mano."

"What are you two doing?" Andy called out, backing away with every step they took closer, "Look, I said leave me alone. Get out of here!"

Venus wasn't swayed by his commands one bit, and neither was Sam. Both continued to take threatening steps towards the shorter man.

"Just start driving and never stop!"

"What, not even some gas money first?" Venus scoffed, circling him.

"Doesn't seem to work on us, Andy," Sam spoke, coming to a stop by Venus' side.

Andy looked up at the hunters in fear. "What?" he muttered.

"You can make people do things, can't you?" Sam pressed, "You can tell people what to think," he paused and held a hand up for Dean to keep his distance.

Venus glanced back to see Dean standing by the trunk of the Impala, eyeing the ongoing confrontation warily, but also sending her a strange look. She quickly turned away.

"That's crazy," Andy chuckled, sweat lining his forehead.

"It all started about a year ago didn't it? After you turned twenty-two?" Sam said.

Venus examined Andy while Sam continued his speech, forming her own conclusions about the younger man. He seemed genuinely afraid and confused by them. He nervously ran his hands through his messy hair and began to walk away. "Just get out of here!" he attempted to send them away again to no avail.

Venus and Sam followed him, the brunette in front. His reaction to her next words would tell her the rest of what she needed to know. "Did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?"

Andy stopped moving. "What?" he faltered, looking close to throwing up.

But before Venus could stare him down further, Sam turned away, wincing in pain. She spun to see his eyes screwed shut, a sight that was becoming more familiar than ever.

He was having another vision...

"Why did you kill him?" the youngest hunter continued Venus' line of questioning, talking through the pain.

"Sam, hold on. What are you seeing?" Venus grabbed his arm before he fell onto a nearby truck, no longer concerned with Andy.

Dean came running over and grabbed Sam's other side, both falling to the ground with him. "Sam, what is it?"

"I didn't do anything to him," Andy swore, kneeling by them. Venus could tell he was worried about Sam but raised a finger to her lips, telling him to be quiet.

"A woman," Sam panted after a few seconds, the vision seemingly passing, "A woman burning alive."

Venus held Sam's head in her hands, silently examining him. "What else?" she calmly prompted.

"A gas station," Sam added, "A woman is going to kill herself."

"What does he mean, 'going to'?" Andy loudly questioned from beside them, slowly panicking.

"Shut up," Dean and Venus snapped in unison.

Sam took a few deep breaths. "She gets triggered by a call on her cell."

"When?"

"I don't know," Sam answered, allowing Venus and Dean to help him to his feet, "As long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch, he can't hurt her," he maintained a harsh glare at Andy.

"I didn't hurt anybody," Andy attempted to defend himself.

Venus believed him. "Guys, maybe—"

Her statement was interrupted by approaching sirens. They all turned to see a firetruck speeding past.

"Go," Sam urged her and Dean.

Venus sent Andy one final glance then nodded, running off behind Dean.

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A/N: Bye why'd I start crying while I was writing the first part of this chapter.

Also, fun fact. That little awkward ass tidbit in the bar was originally supposed to be filled with LOADS of sexual tension but the writer's block was kicking my ass and the dialogue just kept sounding awkward...so I ran with that :)

If this is poorly edited I'm so sorry but I'm tired as hell 😭

Translations:
¡Puta madre! - Motherfucker

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