~*****~

Over the next few days, I stayed at the roadhouse. Sam thought it would be a good idea to go visit their mother's grave after John's death, and Dean reluctantly agreed to go. I didn't miss the look on his face as I told him I wasn't going, considering this was a family thing. As close as the three of us are, it felt wrong to join them on this.

Ellen had put me to work, and I ended up working the bar and serving drinks while she was able to relax for a while. It was nice- being apart of something ran entirely by women. The testosterone could get a bit.... obnoxious at times.

After a few days of my burner remaining silent, the bar doors swung open an hour before opening. I was stooped down behind the bar looking for the remaining bottles of Kracken. "We're closed right now. Come back in an hour, jackass." I snapped before popping back up. Dean just leaned against the bar with a smirk wrapped on his lips.

"Some customer service. I wanna speak to your manager." He quipped quickly.

"Dean!" I yelped, and ran around the bar to delve into his arms. I inhaled that rustic scent and sighed out. "God, I hate being apart from you."

"Didn't stop you a couple of times..." Dean mumbled quickly. I pulled my head back and glared.

"Anyway~ Where's Sammy?" I ask brightly. Dean nodded his head towards the door, and Sam burst in after a second.

"Just can't stay away, huh?" I hear a voice from behind me.

"Yeah, looks like. How you doin' Jo?" Dean asked after I detached from his arms.

"Where's Ash?" Sam questioned hurriedly.

"In the back room." I inform him.

Sam brushed passed me. "Great."

"And, I'm fine..." I called back to him.

"Sorry, he's, we're... kind of in a hurry." Dean apologized. I followed after Sam as my brows started furrowing with worry.

"Ash? Hey, Ash!" Sam called out as I stepped up besides him. The sign, 'Dr. Badass Is: In' hanging from the wood. I snorted as Dean looped his arm around me.

"Open up, Mullet Man!" I called loudly. The door immediately unlatched and opened just a bit to reveal Ash - who was stark naked. I blinked rapidly before leaning backwards a bit. "Woah, All hands on deck!" I declare.

"Sam? Dean? Lottie? Sam, Dean, and Lottie." Ash breathed out.

"Hey Ash, um, we need your help." Sam told him.

"Well, hell then, Guess I need my pants." Ash grinned before sending me a wink. Dean rolled his eyes and led me to the bar, where Ellen promptly started serving, seeing as how the bar had opened, and hulking men started to pile in.

~*****~

Sam and Ash were talking about where to hit next when I sauntered over to the Juke Box. My fingers grazed over the glass as I pondered which song to play. Can't Fight This Feeling caught my eye, and a fond memory blossomed in the depths of my mind. I remember my mom and dad dancing around the kitchen one night when this song started to play. The familiar tune started to ring out, and I smiled a bit wider as Kevin Cronin started singing beautifully. Warm arms wrapped around my waist, and tugged me to a very toned chest. I turned my head, and gazed at Dean's horrified expression. "Problem, babe?"

"REO Speedwagon?" Dean asked. He smirked when my face fell to an offended look.

"Hell yeah, Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart." I recite proudly. Dean just raised his eyebrows at me. "Okay, okay, listen. This was my mom and dad's song. This song is the spirit animal to their love." I explained softly and leaned my head back against his chest. "I remember seeing how happy they were when they'd hear this song. No matter what, they'd always end of dancing or gazing into each others eyes."

"Well, as beautiful as that sounds, Lottie, Kevin Cronin sings it from the hair. There's a difference." Dean smirked widely as I pushed my lower lip out.

"You're an ass!" I snap, and turned my nose up.

"I just have good taste in music." Dean retorted playfully. "And I know you do too." I rolled my eyes, and hid that small smile as Dean started to sway slowly to the music.

"Did you come over here just to shit on my music tastes?" I ask coyly. He rolled his eyes and cupped my cheek to press a soft kiss to my lips. I sighed out; the feeling was heavenly.

"Hey, guys. Quit sucking face, we have a match. We gotta go." Sam called, and rushed out of the bar. I snorted and pulled away from him. Dean groaned heavily before pulling away.

"We'll continue this later, Dean-o." I commented as I bounced passed him. "Bye Ellen!" I called over my shoulder.

~*****~

Driving down the highway, the night felt comforting as I sat in the backseat. My legs were folded underneath me, and I was leaned against the door, just gazing at Dean's profile as he hummed softly to the tune playing through the radio. Ironically, it was Can't Fight This Feeling. I think my heart stopped as soon as he started singing. "And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight. You're a candle in the window, on a cold, dark, winter night. And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might~" Dean sang from the front seat, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel to the beat of the song.

Sam stared at his brother in confusion. "You're kidding, right?" Sam asked. I reached forward and slapped at his shoulder.

"I heard the song somewhere, I can't get it out of my head. I don't know, man." Dean  grumbled as his romantic persona completely shattered, and the embarrassment flooded over him.

"I thought it sounded wonderful." I sighed out as I gazed at him.

Dean glanced at me through the rearview mirror with a shy look. Never did I picture Dean Winchester as shy. "What do ya got?" He asked his brother.

Sam looked down to the stack of papers on his lap. "Andrew Gallagher. Born in '83, like me. Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later. Like me."

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

"Sure looks like it." Sam grumbled.

"How did you even know to look for this guy?"

"Every premonition I've had, if they're not about the demon, they're about other kids the demon visited. Like Max Miller, remember him?" Sam reminded us.

"Yeah, but Max Miller was a pasty little psycho." Dean protested.

"The point is; he was killing people. And I was having the same types of visions about him. And now it could be happening all over again with his Gallagher guy." Sam pointed out.

"How do we find him?" I asked.

"Don't know. No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills- phone, credit, utilities..." Sam explained.

"Collection agency flags?" Dean asked.

"None in the system." Sam said after scanning the page.

"That's... odd." I add.

"Seems like it. There's a work address from his last W-2, about a year ago. Let's start there." Sam suggested while looking back at me. I held up my thumb and leaned back to take a nap.

~*****~

I smiled confidently as I stared at myself in the side mirrors of the Impala, and swiped my lipstick on once more before standing up. Dean stood besides me while casting glances towards my attire. "I look okay?" I ask him with a smirk.

"You look like a dream." Dean retorted smugly, and looped his arm around my waist to press a kiss to my lips. Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes before leading us inside the cafe. The three of us stepped up to the counter. "Three black coffee's."

The waitress smiled briefly before getting our orders. "So, Tracy..." Sam started as he stared at her nametag for a moment. "We're looking for Andrew Gallagher."

"You won't get anything out of Andy, guys. I'm sorry, but they never do." Tracy told us with a shrug.

"They?" I ask after sipping at my coffee.

"You're debt collectors, right? Once in a while, they come by. I don't know what Andy says to them, but they never come back." Tracy informed us, looking a little confused herself.

"Actually, we're-we're lawyers. Representing his Great Aunt Leta. She passed, God rest her soul, and left Andy a sizable estate." Dean lied smoothly.

"Are you a friend of his?" I inquire.

"I used to be, yeah, but I don't see much of Andy anymore." She said in regret.

"Andy? Andy kicks ass, man." A man called out as he took a seat opposite of us.

"Is that right?" I ask as I raise my eyebrow.

"Yeah, Andy can get you into anything. He even got me into Aerosmith once, it was beautiful." He explained with a smirk.

"How 'bout bussing a table or two, Weber." Tracy sharply told him.

Weber looked between us before standing up to leave. "Yeah. You bet boss."

"Look, if you wanna find him, try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a barbarian queen painted on the side." Tracy suggested and Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Barbarian Queen?"

"She's riding a polar bear. It's kind of hard to miss." Tracy shrugged. We nodded our heads, and left after finishing our coffee. Once we changed back into our normal attire, we started looking for the Barbarian van. And sure enough. We found it. Completely with the Queen riding a Polar Bear. It was.... disgusting.

We stared at it from across the road. "I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet." Dean complimented with a wide smile. I made a disgusted sound. "What's wrong?" Dean asked his brother after a beat of silence.

"Nothing." Sam mumbled.

"Sam, you look like you're suckin' on a lemon. What's goin' on?" I ask as I place my hand on his shoulder.

Sam sighed deeply. "This Andrew Gallagher; He's the second guy like this we've found Lottie. The demon came to them when they were kids. Now they're killing people."

"We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, all right? He could be innocent."

"My visions haven't been wrong yet." Sam snapped at me.

"What's your point?" Dean asked.

"My point is; I'm one of them." Sam snapped again.

"No, you're not." Dean scoffed.

"Dean, the demon said he had plans for me, and the children like me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, maybe this is his plan. Maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks, maybe we're all supposed to be-" Sam ranted, his words starting to roll from the tongue.

"What, killers?" Dean growled.

"Yeah." Sam agreed with a nod.

"So, the demon wants you out there killing with your minds, is that it?? Come on, give me a break. You're not a murderer! You don't have it in your bones." Dean said sternly.

"No? Last I checked, we kill all kinds of things." Sam pointed out.

"Those things we're asking for it. There's a difference." Dean grumbled as he gazed at his brother. A figure exited a building, adorned in pajama's and a long satin robes embroidered with dragons.

"Got him," Sam mutter. Andrew blew a kiss to a hot blonde in the second story window in her lingerie. Andrew greeted a man on the street who smiled, waved, and gave him his coffee before walking off. He walked a little more before a larger man stopped him to shake his hand. Sam shot up as a gasp left his lips. "That's him! That's the older guy, that's him! That's the shooter!"

"Alright, you keep an eye on him, we'll stick with buddy boy over there." I ordered, and scrambled over the front seat after Sam leapt out of the car. He started following after the disgusting van at a safe distance.

Dean followed for a little while until the van pulled to a stop in front of us. I looked over at Dean curiously as Andrew got out, and headed straight towards us. Dean slipped his hand into his jacket, and held onto his gun just in case. "Hey." Andrew greeted with a smile while leaning down to look through the window.

"Hey." Dean replied.

"This is a cherry ride." Andrew complimented.

"Yeah, thanks."

"Man, the '67? Impala's best year, if you ask me. This is a serious classic." Andrew continued.

"Yeah. You know, I just rebuilt her, too." Dean stated proudly.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, can't let a car like this one go." Dean nodded.

"Damn straight. Hey, can I have it?" Andrew questioned. I expected Dean to pull his gun out.

"Sure, man!" Dean agreed almost immediately, and hopped out with a wide smile as my mouth hung open.

"Sweet." Andrew breathed out.

"Hop right in there. There ya go." Dean said as he closed the door after Andrew got in wit a smile. Andrew turned to me with a flirty smile as he threw his arm over the back of the seat.

"Hey, mind if I take your arm candy?" Andrew asked Dean after a moment.

"Sure, man! She's all yours!"

"Dean!" I snapped angrily.

"You heard the man, baby, wanna come with?" Andrew smirked as he started leaning in.

"Excuse me?" I snapped and shoved him away. "Who the hell do you think I am, you creep!" I quickly got out of the car as Andrew sat shell shocked. He shrugged and drove off. As soon as the purr of the Impala died out, Dean looked over at me in confusion.

"What just happened?" He asked sincerely.

I shoved him. "You just gave Andrew the Impala, and tried to loan me out!" I snapped.

"What?!" Dean started to panic. He leaned over and braced his hands on his knees as he basically stopped breathing.

"Woah, woah, don't worry- we'll get the Impala back." I reassured him. Dean's phone began to ring, so I fished it from his pocket and answered it.

"Dean! Andy's got the Impala!" Sam shouted in my ear.

"We know, Sammy. He just asked Dean for it, and he let him take it." I explained calmly as Dean continued to flip.

"He what?!" Sam shouted as I pressed the speaker button.

"He full-on Obi-Wanned me! It's mind control, man!" Dean snapped. I cocked my head slightly. How come I wasn't affected. I mean, I can't die, and I can heal myself, but thats... that's got nothing to do with resisting mind control.... The sounds of screaming echoed through the phone, coupled with tires squealing, and Sam's gasp of horror made me freak.

"Sammy?!"