Simon Said -- Exposed
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"Sam!"
The screeching of tires, and Sam's gasp of horror set every nerve alight with worry. And from the looks of it, Dean was feeling the same. "Sam! Come on, Sam! Answer me!" Dean pleaded. Screams echoed out from the phone, and for a moment, we feared the worst.
"He just walked in front of a bus." Sam told us, his voice breaking ever so slightly.
"Who?" Dean asked.
"The... the shooter." Sam mumbled. I looked over at Dean in confusion.
"Sam, where are you?" I ask after a beat of silence. He quickly gave us a street name. Dean and I wasted no time getting over there. The sirens echoed through the streets as we approached the scene. We scanned the area for Sam.
"Lottie." Dean muttered, and tapped at my arm. Sam sat on a curb with his back to the ambulance. His shoulders were slumped in defeat. We hurried towards Sam, and I crouched down in front of him. His jaw was clenched up, and he rubbed at his cast as I grasped at his face.
"Are you alright?" I ask as I take a seat besides him. Dean and I started rubbing his back soothingly.
Sam didn't look at me, but his emotions were playing right on his expression. "I kept him out of the gun store. I thought he was okay. I thought he was passed it, at least... I should have stayed with him."
"You couldn't have known." I reminded him. Sam didn't reply; he just stared at the lifeless body of the man he believed he could've save.
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After giving Sam a moment, we decided to look for the Impala. Searching the town for a cherry '67 was an easy job at least. It was parked a few blocks down with the windows opened. Dean sighed out in relief and jogged over to it. I let out a soft snort and turned to Sam. "If I were missing, Dean would show less relief for me than he does with the Impala." I stated sarcastically.
"Thank god! Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again." Dean mumbled affectionately as he leaned down in the window. He straightened out and glanced over her to check for any visible damage before his eyes flickered over the drivers seat. "Well, at least he left the keys in it."
"Yeah, real Samaritan, this guy." Sam scoffed. I took a seat on the hood of the Impala.
"The guy just can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose, he's gotta use verbal commands." I pointed out as Dean leaned against the Impala.
"The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus. Andy must have called him or something." Sam suggested with a heavy sigh.
"I don't know, maybe." Dean said as he looked down.
Sam looked at him in surprise. "Beg your pardon?"
"I just don't know if he's our guy, Sam.' Dean objected.
"Dean, you had O.J. convicted before he got out of his white bronco and you have doubts about this?" Sam questioned in shock.
"He just doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type, that's all. You know; O.J. was guilty." Dean said with a smirk.
"Either way, how are you going to track this guy?" I ask.
Dean looked down for a second before he looked to me with another smirk present. "Not a problem." He turned, and got into the car. Sam and I shared a look before following shortly after. Sam offered the front seat to me, but I declined. I wanted to have a bit more space for a while to relax. "Hey, babe?" I hear Dean ask as he starts driving down the road. I hummed in response and looked up at him. "Did Andy use his powers on you?"
"I think he tried- it didn't really have an effect on me like it did you."
"How come it didn't work on you?" Sam asked as Dean sighed heavily.
"Maybe the fact that I seem to have a problem with dying and I can heal myself?" I shrugged. "I don't know, maybe I'm like you, Sam."
"Maybe the more mental abilities you have, the more resistance you have over this guy." Sam stated softly after turning away from me. "Either way, if we find him again, maybe you and I can take him down." I nodded hesitantly as Dean tensed up a bit. He still wasn't sure this guy was killing. Eventually, we did end up finding the gross van.
"Not exactly an inconspicuous ride. Let's have a look." Dean stated as he grabbed the crowbar, and pried open the back doors on the van. The interior revealed a small disco ball hanging from the ceiling, a fur rug, and a tiger painted on the wall. Several thick books scattered the bed area, along with huge bong.
"This... revolting..." I stated.
"Oh. Oh, come on. This is... This is magnificent, that's that it is. Not exactly a serial killers lair, though." Dean muttered as he admired the interior that probably reminded him of a cheap porno. "There's no... clown paintings on the walls, or scissors stuck in victims photos. I like the tiger."
"Hegel, Kent, Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading, guys." Sam said as he inspected the reading material.
"Yeah, and uh, and Moby Dick's bong." Dean smirked as he held up the massive object.
"We're going to need to get some hand sanitizer." I stated plainly. They both look at me in confusion. "This is a guy who spends his time buried up to the throat of leggy blondes. There's no telling what diseases he might have." With that, I turned on my heel, and stomped into a road side convenience store.
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We sat in the Impala, parking in an abandoned alleyway as we ate. Well, Dean and I ate. Sam just studied the stack of papers in his lap, and refused to eat until he found what he was looking for. Dean was only finished with half his burger when I finished mine, and gave the food in his hand a look of longing. Dean glanced over at me, and hurriedly stuffed the rest of his burger into his mouth.
"Ugh, you know, one day, I'd love to just sit down and eat something I didn't have to microwave at a minimart." Dean grumbled.
"What I don't get is the motive. I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean, why would he waste him?" Sam asked, completely ignoring Dean's comment.
"If it is Andy." Dean muttered.
"Dude, enough." Sam snapped as he looked to his brother.
"What?"
"The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus. Andy just so happens to have the power of mind control. You do the math." Sam noted.
Dean shook his head. "I just don't think the guys got it in him, that's all." Dean fired back.
"Well, how the hell would you know? I mean, why are you bending over backwards defending the guy?" Sam inquired.
"Cause you're not right about this." Dean exclaimed.
"About Andy?" Sam clarified in shock. A loud slam on the side of the car had me jumping in my seat.
"Hey! You think I haven't seen you three? Why are you following me?!" Andy shouted from where he was leaned against Sam's window.
Sam looked to him calmly as he started his lie. "Well, we're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed awa-"
"Tell the truth!" Andy expressed.
"That's what I'm-" Sam tried again, but this time Dean cut him off.
"We hunt demons." Dean started. I whipped my head over to glare at him.
"What?" Andy inquired in confusion.
"Demons and spirits. Things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam here, he's my brother. And Lottie's my girlfriend." Dean continued. "She's immortal."
"Dean-" I warned.
"I'm trying-" Dean replied as he became conflicted. "My brothers psychic, kind of like you. Well, not really like you, but see, he thinks your a murderer, and he's really afraid he's going to become one himself, 'cause you're all part of something that's terrible. And, I hope to hell he's wrong, but I'm starting to think he might be right."
"Dean!" Sam snapped.
"And I'm afraid that Lottie is going to become a monster like everything we've hunted, and I'm not going to be able to stop her from becoming one because she's so much stronger than anything I've ever seen." Dean continued to babble as the pain blossomed deep within my gut.
"You know what? Just leave me alone." Andy growled.
"Okay." Dean muttered with a nervous smile.
"All right?" Andy finished, and started walking away. I pried open my door, and stalked towards him.
"You can make people do things, can't you? You can tell them what to think." Sam yelled from behind me.
"Look, that's...." Andy cut himself off with a laugh before continuing. "That's crazy."
"It all started about a year ago, didn't it? After you turned twenty-two. Little stuff at first, and then you got better at controlling it." Sam explained and Andy's face dropped. Andy locked his hands behind his head in shock.
"How do you know all this?" He questioned, his voice becoming weak and scared.
"Because the same things are happening to me, Andy. My mom died in a fire, too. I have abilities too. You see, we're connected, you and me." Sam tried, but Andy started backing away.
"You know what? Just, Just, just get out of here, alright?" Andy stuttered.
"Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?" Sam pushed.
His reaction started me. He looked freaked out. "What?"
Sam cringed, and leaned forward as his face contorted in pain. "Why did you kill him?" Sam asked again.
"Sam?" I questioned softly, and put my hand on his shoulder. Like all the other times before, I could see the vision before me. A woman, at a gas station. She hangs up on a phone call before dousing herself in gasoline, and lighting herself on fire. I removed my hand as I back away from Sam.
"Lottie, Sam, what is it?" Dean called as he grasped at me arm. I ripped my arm from his grasp as I placed my hand on my lips.
"Look, I didn't do anything to him." Andy held his hands in defense.
"A woman.... A woman burning alive." I grit out through my tears.
"What else did you get?" Dean asked.
"A gas station, a woman is going to kill herself." Sam explained.
"What does he mean, going to?! What is he, what is-" Andy rushed out as he crouched down in front of Sam.
"Give it a rest!" I snapped at him.
"She gets triggered by a call on her cell." Sam recalled, and glanced towards Andy.
"What?" Dean questioned.
"I don't know." Sam muttered, and shook his head. Dean helped him up. "But as long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch, he can't hurt her."
"I didn't hurt anybody." Andy tried.
"Go, I got them." I told Dean softly. He hesitated for a moment, and he couldn't seem to hold my gaze without looking away in embarrassment. "Go, don't worry." I repeated. Andy tried to follow, but Sam shoved him back.
"No, not you. You're staying here with us." He growled. Andy just looked between us in fear. We made him sit down, and sat across from him. I got a good look at him. He didn't seem like the type to murder anyone, now that I think about it. The didn't give off that... disturbed aura. Sam's phone rang after a pregnant silence. "Dean?" Sam hummed. I could hear Dean's distinct voice, but couldn't make anything out of it. "When?" He asked, his voice softening. I glanced over at him in concern. "I don't know, all right? I can't control them, I don't know what the hell is going on."
"So, uh, my mind control thing doesn't work on you, either?" Andy asked, his voice quiet.
I hummed softly. "Guess not."
"Why?"
"Your guess is as good as mine, sweetheart." I reply simply and smiled when Sam walked back over.
"She died. We were too late." Sam muttered as he ran a hand through his lions mane. "And Andy was here with us, so...."
"Which mean's Dean was right." I confirmed. Sam nodded as the guilt wrapped around his face. "I'm sorry, hun." I sighed, and pulled him into a hug.
"It's... It's fine." Sam muttered as he pulled me to arms length. "So...."
"Don't bring it up." I snapped and turned away from him.
"Guys? Can someone please explain what's going on?" Andy called out. I let out a heavy sigh as Sam walked towards him, and sat him down near an abandoned truck and explained everything. He took it considerably well, considering the circumstances. "So, you get these premonitions of people about to die?" Andy asked after a beat of silence. Sam gave him a nod while Andy started shaking his head in disbelief. "That's impossible."
"A lot of people would say the same thing about what you do." I stated with a smirk.
"But... death visions..." Andy repeated.
"Yeah." Sam nodded.
"Dude, that sucks. I mean, like, when I got my mind thing? It was like a gift, you know, it was, it was like I won the lotto." Andy grinned.
"But you still live in a van. I don't get it, I mean, you could... have anything you've ever wanted." I stated.
"I mean, I, I got everything I need." Andy replied with a small shrug.
Sam looked down and then back up with a tiny smirk. "So, you're really not a killer, huh?"
"That's what I've been trying to tell you." Andy answered with a laugh.
"That's good. Means there's hope for all of us." Sam smiled. A shiver went up my back as the beautiful purr of the Impala echoed through the alleyway. We all stood up and faced Dean as he got out of the car, and walked over to us.
"Victims name was Holly Beckett, forty-one, single." Dean informed us.
Sam nodded and looked to Andy. "Who is she?"
"Never heard of her." Andy replied with a small shrug.
"Called Ash on the way over here; he came up with a little something. Apparently, Holly Beckett gave birth when she was eighteen years old, back in 1983. Same day you were born, Andy." Dean revealed.
"Andy, were you adopted?" Sam asked softly.
"Well, yeah." Andy confirmed as he furrowed his eyebrows.
"You were? And you neglected to mention that?" Dean grumbled.
"Never really came up. I mean, I, I never knew my birth parents, and, and like you said, my adopted mom died when I was a baby -- do you, do you think this Holly woman could actually be my m-"
"I don't know. I tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they're hard copy only, sealed in the county office." Dean sighed.
"Well, screw that." Andy scoffed, and headed over to the Impala. Sam followed after as he noticed the intense glare I was sending to Dean.
"Lottie..." He started softly as he gazed at the ground. He scratched at the back of his head nervously as I remained silent. "Back there... when Andy-"
"You know, save it, Dean." I snapped. Dean looked up quickly as I started to seethe. "This is just as terrifying for me as it is for you! We'll discuss this later - we've got a job to do!" I seethed, and stormed passed him.
"Lottie-"
"I said later!" The dumpsters and trashcans behind him all crushed instantly, and spewed garbage everywhere. I groaned and shook my head before getting into the Impala. Andy gazed at me in utter terror as I slid into the car besides him. "Get used to it, kid..." I sighed, and leaned on the door.
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