|Questions of The Chapter|: —Are there any certain episodes you guys are excited to read about? I'm excited to write about 'Tall Tales' (Season 2 Episode 15), 'What Is and What Should Never Be (Season 2 Episode 20) 'Bad Day at Black Rock' (Season 3 Episode 3), 'No Rest for The Wicked' (Season 3 Episode 16), 'Lazarus Rising' (Season 4 Episode 1), 'Yellow Fever' (Season 4 Episode 6), 'It's a Terrible Life' (Season 4 Episode 17), 'The Monster at the End of This Book' (Season 4 Episode 18), and basically all of season 5-6. Also for season 9-10 as well. I'm gonna stop listing here or this would go on forever. 

—Do you guys have any predictions on how I'll end this book and how I'll start off the second book 'Haunting'? I mean, obviously with Sam dying and him coming back, but how do you think this is going to take a toll on Odessa? Her best friend and the man she sees as a brother dies, the man she's falling for has a limited amount of time to live, them finally killing the demon, seeing John again. This is all going to have a very large impact on Odessa and will show a much more vulnerable side of her character. I wish I could good things are coming, but then I'd be lying if I did. 

—What is your favorite book/book series? *Not on Wattpad* I really love the Mortal Instruments Series, and basically everything written by Cassandra Clare.

—This isn't a question but I hope you don't mind that I most likely will skip the next episode and not write a chapter for it. I really don't like watching that episode and Jo used to annoy me in the earlier seasons so I'm just choosing to skip it.

Odessa glanced behind her narrow shoulder warily, observing Sam's frantic movements as they entered the teeming Roadhouse. He'd been behaving hectically ever since he witnessed the unforeseen vision of some man killing a storekeeper then himself. Her heart brimmed with condolence every time Sam perceived a horrid vision, primarily because there was nothing she could do to help him or ease the pain he received. So, instead of bombarding him with questions she knew he didn't have answers to, she focused on listening to him explain his theories and searching for towns with details he noticed. 

He didn't seem to take her attentive observations into consideration as he pushed passed her smaller frame and in the direction where Dean and, the petite blonde from their first encounter with the Roadhouse, Jo were conversing. From the distance, Odessa couldn't conceal the threatening scowl as she listened into their conversation, inwardly gagging at her foolish attempts to charm him with flirtatious comments. Sam suddenly appeared by Dean's side, gaze boisterously flickering between his brother and the dainty blonde. "Where's Ash," He asked.

Jo directed her fixed stare from Dean's glimmering eyes to Sam's towering figure. She didn't appear to appreciate Sam's infiltration on their conversation, and responded rather snarlingly. "In his back room," She said, eyes following his departing form. "And I'm fine." Sam didn't bother apologizing for his crude behavior and continued to the back room. 

Odessa sighed heavily, looming to Dean's side with an indistinct expression. She didn't want to have her jealously become apparent to everyone, including Dean. "I'm pretty sure you both can continue this flirting later," She said sharply, realizing she was capable of harboring emotions on her face, but not her tone. "We're kind of busy." Dean stiffened beside her, coming to realize now wasn't the time on trying to pursue some form of relationship with Jo. 

She didn't waste another second wallowing in their schoolgirl crush-atmosphere and sashayed in the path Sam entered seconds prior. Footsteps followed after her as she balled her fists while stopping beside the youngest Winchester. He was repeatedly banging his fist on the wooden door, calling for Ash over the blaring speakers in his room. Sam sent her an exasperated expression when she halted inside the narrow hallway. Glimpsing at the man-made sign, she rolled her eyes as she read the words plastered in black paint. "Hey, Dr. Badass, open the door," She said over the blasting speakers. "It's Odessa."

The locks on the other side of the wooden door unlocked and she egotistically grinned in response to Sam's bewildered look; however, her smile hastily diminished as the door swung open and she was greeted with Ash's exposed crotch. Her eyes briefly widened and she evaded her gaze and focused on fiddling with her pendent. "Hey, Ash, um, we need your help." 

"Well, hell, then, guess I need my pants." He said, grinning widely. He closed the door and they immediately departed the secluded hallway and shook their heads, trying to rid the image of Ash's crotch from their minds.

It'd simply been minutes when Ash received a match of the logo Sam swiftly composed on a discarded napkin for reference. Odessa was perched on the wooden chair beside him, occasionally glancing at Dean's nonchalant figure as he leaned against a support beam. Her ankles were crossed and settled on Sam's lap, sipping her nameless beer recurrently. "So, I got a match," Ash said, typing furiously at his keyboard. "It's the logo for the Blue Ridge bus lines. Guthrie, Oklahoma. " 

Sam gently jerked forward. "Okay. Do me a favor," He said, tapping his fingers against the tabletop. "Check Guthrie for any demonic signs or omens or anything like that." 

Ash froze momentarily. "You think the demon is there," He asked, not certain as to why the demon's focal point would be some town. Odessa was thinking the same thing, but she wasn't going to argue with him, especially when he was so sure about this. Sam reluctantly voiced his thoughts, mumbling a 'yeah, maybe'. "Why would you think that?" 

Odessa raised the rim of her beer to her lips, licking the residue from the corner's of her mouth. Furrowing her brows with discontent, she placed the bottle back on the table. "Ash, just check, all right?" She didn't like when people doubted Sam, and she certainly didn't like watching people making him uncomfortable with questions he couldn't answer.

Sending her questioning glance, he continued typing loudly and shook his head. "No, sir, nothing. No demon." 

Sam sighed, swallowing a lump in his throat as he massaged his hand. "All right, try something else for me. Search Guthrie for a house fire. It would be nineteen-eighty three. Fire's origin would be a baby's nursery, night of the kid's six-month birthday." Odessa froze, pursing her lips as she felt herself go rigid. She peered over her shoulder covertly, making sure no one was listening in or heard that portion of the conversation. She couldn't have random strangers coming to them and asking why they were looking for nursery fires.

Ash craned his neck to face him, eyebrows scrunched. "Okay, now, that is just weird, man. Why the hell would I be looking for that." 

Sam grabbed Odessa's beer bottle by the neck and placed it in front of Ash. "Because there's a PBR in it for you." 

Odessa puckered her eyebrows together as she opened her arms in a questioning manner. "Dude, I just bought that," Sam sent her a bland expression, almost to say 'Odessa-please-shut-up'. She rolled her eyes, not very keen with giving away her beer. "Fine, but you owe me another one."

<<>>

Odessa was more than irked, definitely more than aggravated, and she was absolutely more than envious. She'd been speaking with Sam over a variety of topics as Ash worked in the backroom, such as possible theories on his vision and how long transportation to Guthrie would take in the Impala. She was functioning just fine, smiling and laughing as she drank her newly-purchased beer, but that was until the jukebox near the entrance began blaring 'Can't Fight This Feeling'. She had rolled her eyes so viciously when discovering who'd been the source of the alteration in music, it physically pained her eyes after. 

The raven-haired Guardian had never been one to be jealous of other women, especially those the presumably the age of nineteen, and she despised the suspicion of a soon-to-be rivalry. Now she was just behaving childishly. Odessa was turning the age of twenty-six soon and here she was envying some teenager who had terrible taste in music. She'd never seen herself stoop down so low, and she detested it.

Sam scoffed beside her, a knowing smile formed as he stole a glance at his brother in the distance. "Really," He asked, "She's, like, nineteen." Dramatically craning her head to face him, she shoved her hair back away from her face. She was clandestinely wishing Sam wasn't as perceptual with her begrudging ways, but that didn't come true and he read her like an open book. Unfolding one of her arms, she grabbed her near-empty bottle, and quirked an eyebrow as she evaded his insightful gaze.

Bringing the rim to scarlet-stained lips, she exhaled sharply. "Doesn't mean I can't stab her with a fork," She replied piercingly, raising one of the used forks and effortlessly twirling it around her fingers. Sam narrowed his eyes, giving her tedious look. Her jaw tightened, and stared heavenwards, pondering on how she grew to be so immature. "Yeah, yeah, I know what you're going to say. 'No, Essie, you got to be the bigger person and just tell Dean how you feel because the sexual tension is too much for me—'" 

Sam's brows knitted as he laughed at her terrible impression of his voice. "No, actually," He interceded, "I was going to say why use a fork when you can use a knife?" He raised one of the knives beside the other discarded forks and spoons were. Odessa raised an eyebrow, somewhat impressed with his lighthearted jokes. Sam opened his mouth to continue to distract her from her overwhelming jealousy when Ash suddenly appeared by her side.

Ash tossed the file on the table, grabbed the PBR and departed the room without a word. Odessa chuckled, shaking her head as she took the file and stood from her seat. Jaunting in the direction of Dean and Jo, she displayed the file for him to see. "We've got a match," She said, "So enough of whatever this is and let's go." From Jo's pursed lips and blazing eyes, she wasn't happy with Odessa's abrupt appearance and demands. 

Odessa didn't seem to care if Jo was happy or not. She merely feigned a dazzling grin, sumptuously tossed her hair back, and sauntered to the exit with dignity radiating off her retreating figure.

<<>>

Midnight passed and soon dusk arrived, now the afternoon sun was searing down as the trio remained perched inside the Impala's walls. From the distance, Odessa eyed the van with distaste, uncertain as to why anyone would consider painting a barbarian queen carried by a polar bear was a good idea. "I'm sorry. I'm starting to like this dude." Dean said.

Scoffing lightly, she averted her gaze from the navy-blue van and to Dean's reflection in the rearview mirror. "You're not supposed to like him," She informed, "He's the enemy. And he's got terrible taste in color-coordination." She added, taking another glance at the van that just screamed 'kidnapper'. 

Dean peered over his shoulder to face her in the backseat. "I'm not talking about making friendship bracelets with him, Essie. I'm just saying that van is sweet," He turned to face Sam with a soft smile, see if he agreed with his opinion on the van, but faltered as he realized Sam wasn't contended at all. "What's wrong," He asked. Sam merely shook his head, muttering a single 'nothing'. "Sam, you look like you're sucking on a lemon. What's going on?" 

"This Andrew Gallagher—he's the second guy like this we've found, Dean. Demon came to them when they were kids. Now they're killing people." 

Odessa situated herself closer to the brothers, her face contorting into apprehension and concern. "We don't what this guy is, all right? He could be innocent for all we know." 

"My visions haven't been wrong yet." He protested

Furrowing her brows, she pestered on. "And? What's your point?" 

"My point is I'm one of them," Dean shook his head, claiming he wasn't one of them, that he was wrong. "Dean, the demon said he had plans for me and children like me. Maybe this is his plan. Maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks. Maybe we're all supposed to be—" 

"What? Killers? You're all meant to be killers? So, this demon wants you out and about killing people with your minds," Odessa interrogated rhetorically. "He's got some really weird plans then. But, come on, sweetheart, you're not a murderer. There's not one bad bone in your body."

Sam's wary gaze flickered from the van to her. "No? Last I checked, I kill all kinds of things." 

"Those things were asking for it," Dean said, "There's a difference." Sam evaded his gaze from their uneasy stares. He nodded softly, not wanting to continue this conversation any further. Odessa understood, deliberately choosing to remain reticent about the topic. She didn't want Sam thinking of himself as a ticking-time bomb seconds from detonating. Because he wasn't. 

Sam wasn't anything remotely similar to Max or even this guy, and she couldn't possibly imagine him becoming anything comparable to these men. Sam was there for Odessa when she didn't even want to consider herself a Guardian, and now she was going to be by his side to convince him that he was a good person and wasn't seconds from blowing some stranger's head. 

Stiffening, Sam's face went blank. "Got him." Odessa swiftly trailed his fixed stare, watching as an average-looking man nonchalantly ambled on the sidewalk. His apparel made the raven-haired beauty want soak them in gasoline and ignite them with flames. He was attired in tattered, shaggy garments and his disheveled hair and scruffy face had him resemble a homeless man on the curb. He waved goodbye to an attractive woman who was perched on a windowsill a couple stories above, beaming lovingly down at him.

He continued onward with a prideful expression, grin not faltering for a second as he stopped once more to greet another man. He pointed to the coffee cup in the man's hand, and he was handed the cup with ease. Odessa furrowed her brows together as she continued watching him speak to yet another man. "That's him, that older guy. That's him. He's the shooter." 

Tearing her gaze away, Odessa readjusted her charcoal-black tank-top, lowering the neckline significantly and ruffled her hair gingerly. "Keep an eye on the shooter," She demanded, examining her reflection in the rearview mirror. "I'll go deal with Andy." Sam nodded, dashing out the vehicle and followed after the shooter.

Hastily, Dean jerked his head towards her with a bewildered expression. "What? No, you're not," He retaliated, shuffling to the side as Odessa climbed over the backrest and landed gracefully on the passenger's seat. The back of her bondage boots roughly collided with his temple, and winced, pushing her legs down. "I'll go deal with him. You can sit here and look pretty." 

Odessa ignored the fluttering sensation blossoming within her abdomen and gave a bitter laugh. "That's cute," She said, threading a hand through her hair. "Thinking you can tell me what to do. But I think you know me too well to actually think I'd follow your orders." Her mouth curved into a striking smirk, and Dean sighed. Of course she wasn't going to listen to him. 

He continued to pester on. "Essie, come on, he's dangerous and probably—"

"Dean, shut up and start the car. He's leaving."

"Yup, okay. Let's go."

<<>>

They'd been trailing Andrew Gallagher for no longer than ten minutes when he parked his car in the middle of a desolate road. The duo had been bickering relentlessly, usually deriving from Odessa's inability to remain silent when Dean was being an idiot. "If you would've just taken the turn I told you to take, he wouldn't have noticed us." Dean rolled his eyes, turning around the corner Andrew had taken seconds before. 

"Well, I didn't want to take that turn. There was too much traffic and we would've lost him." 

"The map specifically said that turn would've—" 

"I don't care what the map said—and he's stopping. Why is he stopping?" 

Odessa folded the map on her lap and pursed her lips. "Maybe he stopped because you didn't take the turn." She muttered, crossing her arms defiantly as she chose to disregard his harsh glare. The rumbling of the van ceased, and Odessa took this chance to lower her neckline once again. 

Dean parked the car as well, doing a double-take as he witnessed Odessa minimizing the coverage on her cleavage. "Essie, I swear, if you lower your shirt one more time, I'm gonna burn your favorite boots." 

She froze, gaping at him with blazing eyes. "You're crazy," She said in a hushed tone. "Why the hell would you do that? And put your gun away, dumbass. Apparently lethal weapons make people nervous, I wouldn't know. I'm not good with normal people."

He rolled his eyes, then gave her a bland expression, almost as if to say 'Really?'. "Because he doesn't need to see—hey!" He abruptly said, greeting Andrew Gallagher with a feigned grin.

Andrew, who was often referred to Andy, placed his hands on the windowsill as she crouched down to view the people who'd been stalking him for the past fifteen minutes. "Hey. This is a cherry ride," Dean reluctantly thanked him. "Man, you know, '67—Impala's best year, if you ask me." 

Dean shoulder's eased. "You know, I just rebuilt her, too. Can't let a car like this one go." He said, caressing the steering wheel lovingly as he laughed. 

Andy smiled widely. "Damn straight," He said, playfully smacking Dean's shoulder. "Hey, can I have it?" Odessa's head snapped in his direction, furrowing her brows at his bluntness for his yearning for the vehicle. Andy didn't seem to take notice of Odessa's presence yet, and Dean seemed overly cheery as he hopped out the Impala with a sparkling smile.

"Sure, man," He said, and Odessa scoffed as she remained perched in the passenger's seat with a gobsmacked expression. "Just hop right in there. There you go." 

Scoffing quite dramatically, Odessa spread her arms wide in a questioning manner. "Dean, what the fuck is wrong with you? Get back in the car." She went to unlock the door, but was halted when Andy grabbed her forearm and stared deeply into her eyes. 

"I'm Andy, nice to meet you," Odessa felt her tension ease considerably and any form of concern wash away. "Aren't I the most handsome, charming man you've ever met?" Odessa, normally would've given him such a repulsed expression and explained she wasn't interested in the slightest; however, she felt her cheeks flush as she giggled and nodded.

He grinned with satisfaction, resting his arm around her shoulders and reassuringly kneaded her shoulder blade. "Take it easy." She heard Dean say, saluting him a farewell. Odessa didn't seem to care and focused her attention on Andy.

<<>>

Odessa was pissed. 

Actually, she was more than pissed. She was absolutely enraged and fuming with burning wrath. It'd been merely minutes since Andy abandoned her inside the Impala, claiming he needed to speak with someone. She remembered being utterly disappointed he was departing from her embrace, and pouted foolishly as he entered the building. That was when her legitimate emotions came flooding back, along with a blazing desire to break his neck with her bare hands. And as her emotions returned, so did her standards. She groaned in discontent as she remembered the brief make-out session they had. 

She was seconds from marching inside the diner and shooting him when the familiar and comforting voice rang through the air. "Thank God," Dean exclaimed, jogging to the Impala's side with relief coating his expression. "I'm sorry, Baby. I'll never leave you again. At least he left the keys in it." He said after a moment's pause. Odessa rolled her mocha-brown eyes at his lack of concern for her well-being.

Sam ambled to Odessa's side. "Yeah. Real Samaritan, this guy." Glancing down his best friend, he narrowed his eyes to prevent the blinding sun from screening his sight. "You all right? You seemed pretty cozy earlier." He asked teasingly, knowing very well this was going to piss her off even more. 

She cringed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "I'm fine, putting aside the fact I want scrub my face off," She shuddered visibly, shaking her head to rid the images. "I'm gonna kick his ass. I'm gonna kick his pathetic, mind-controlling ass." Sam chuckled, wise enough to know she could kick all their asses with ease. 

Dean touched the Impala gingerly one last time before directing his attention to them. "It looks like he can't work his mojo without twitching his nose. He's gotta use verbal commands," He said, face hardening as he processed the words that fell from Odessa's perfect mouth. "Wait, he used his mojo on you? He touched—I'm gonna kill him."

Sam scrunched his eyebrows at his brother's 'strange' behavior. "Calm down," He said, "The doctor had just gotten off cellphone when he stepped in front of that bus," He sighed heavily, staring off into the distance. "Andy must've called him or something. He was on the phone while you were in the car. Do you know who he was talking to?"

Odessa ran her fingers through her hair, shaking her head. "No, I was bit occupied counting his eyelashes," She replied, shuddering once again. "Ugh, he made me think he was 'the most handsome man I'd ever seen'." She said, quoting with her fingers.  

Dean pursed his lips, exhaling sharply through his nose. "Yeah, I don't know. Maybe." 

Raising his eyebrows, Sam sent him a bewildered expression. "Beg your pardon?" 

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

"Dean, you had O.J. convicted before he got out of out of his white bronco, and you're having doubts about this?" 

Dean turned his head. "He just doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type. That's all," He paused, "And O.J. was guilty."

Odessa rolled her eyes, groaning aloud. "It doesn't matter! How the hell are we going to track this scumbag down?" 

"Not a problem."

<<>>

Odessa didn't have much of an appetite after her encounter with Andy, and the only thing she wanted to do was punch him repeatedly until she broke at least six bones. Dean, however, seemed more than competent on finishing a meal despite the situation taking place. Though, in spite of his incredibly loud chewing, he didn't seem to actually enjoy the food. "Blech," He muttered in distaste, tossing his balled trash in the backseat. His trash gently hit her forehead, and punched his shoulder in response. "You know, one day I'd love to just sit down and eat something that I didn't have to microwave at a minimart." 

Sam disregard Dean's discontent for microwavable food and continued to intently examined the file that contained information of the case. "What I don't get is the motive. I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean. Why would Andy waste him?" He questioned aloud.

Dean gave a half-shrug in response. "If it is Andy."

Sighing heavily, Sam placed the papers down on his lap. "Dude, enough," He said, "The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus. Andy just happens to have the power of mind control. You do the math."

Odessa rolled her eyes for what seemed to be the millionth time that day. "And he mind-controlled a make-out session from me," She exclaimed, "Even if this wasn't him, I'm still kicking his ass." Folding her arms across her chest, she reclined her back against the seat.

"I just don't think the guy's got it in him, that's all." 

"How the hell would you know? I mean, why are you bending over backwards defending him?" Sam retaliated.

"'Cause you're not right about this." 

Sam furrowed his eyebrows. "About Andy?" 

Odessa opened her mouth to retort some form of sarcastic comment, but was interrupted with an echoing bang on the side of the Impala. "Hey," A familiar voice declared from the opened window. "You think I haven't seen you three? Why are you following me?"

She jerked forward, an inexplicable urge to speak forming from the bottom of her throat. "Well, we're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has—" Sam began, his web of lies falling effortlessly. Odessa wanted to speak, collaborate with the deception, but she couldn't. If she were to speak right now, she wouldn't be able to control herself and would explode with the truth.

Andy pushed further. "Tell the truth." He demanded, voice abnormally distorted.

Odessa tightly closed her eyes, biting into her lower lip to refrain herself from speaking. "We hunt demons," A voice said, but she was surprised it wasn't her talking. It was Dean. "Demons and spirits. Things your nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam, here, is my brother. Odessa, I'm not even sure what she is. I'm just as confused as you are. One minute we're kissing—" 

Eyes widening, Odessa didn't even bother delaying the blood flow deriving from her lips. Sam's eyes widened considerably as well. "Dean, shut up!" He demanded.

Through clenched teeth, he continued on. "I'm trying. He's psychic, kinda like you. Well, not really like you. But, see, he thinks you're a murderer, and he's afraid he's gonna become one himself. 'Cause you're all a part of something that's terrible. And I hope to hell that's he wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared he might be right." Dean feigned a grin, and nodded with crow's feet forming at the corner's of his eyes.

Odessa couldn't restrain herself any longer. "And I'm honestly this close to grabbing my gun and shooting your leg right now." 

Andy's eyes enlarged. "Okay, you know what? Just leave me alone, okay?" Both Odessa and Dean nodded frantically, groaning as they massaged their heads from the pulsing pain erupting. He stepped away, puffs of dust swirling in the air with each hurried step. As his footsteps hushed in the distance, she winced reticently as she clutched her temple. She managed to hear Sam's door swiftly open and close over the thumping, and he trailed the other psychic with her ferocity. His voice was muffled as he spoke with Andy, and the gradually diminished along with the pounding. 

Odessa apprehensively opened her eyes, blinking repeatedly to eradicate the blurriness. Her fogged vision cleared, and she was immediately taken aback by Dean's concerned expression. His obscure edges that were clouded and smeared softened as she scrutinized him with hesitancy, as did he. She didn't know what to say, and it appeared he didn't either. He was just as confused with their 'relationship' as she was, and that startlingly comforted her. 

He opened his mouth to speak, but she didn't know what to respond with if he did. Releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding, Odessa hastily huddled her composure and exited the Impala with a strained expression. Sam was speaking with Andy, attempting to convince him they were alike, even though they weren't in the slightest. Upon hearing her footsteps, Sam stole her a quick glimpse, motioning for her to remained put where she was. "It all started about a year ago, didn't it. After you turned twenty-two," Andy's face went blank. "Little stuff at first, then you got better at controlling it." 

Andy's mouth formed an 'o' shape. "How do you know all this?" He asked, breathless. 

Sam pointed to his chest. "'Cause the same thing happened to me, Andy. My mom died in a fire, too. I have abilities, too," He said, "You see, we're connected, you and me." Andy didn't appear to like Sam's words, and attempted to use his abilities one more time, demanding he leave. Sam wasn't having it, though. "Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?" 

Andy's face softened. "What?" He asked, sounding genuinely bewildered with the mere suggestion of murdering the doctor. 

From the distance, Odessa watched as Sam swayed as he winced to himself. "Why did you kill him?" He asked through gritted teeth. 

Shaking his head frantically, he extended his hands out in a surrendering manner. "I didn't." 

Odessa's eyes momentarily widened as she realized what was happening; Sam was having a vision, and a painful one at that. Rushing to his side, she grasped his forearms as she assisted with bringing him down to the floor in a gentle manner. "Hey, hey, you okay?" She asked,eyes hectically flickering all throughout his face. 

"I didn't do anything to him." Andy declared, but she didn't bother glancing in his direction.

Sam's heavy breathing filled her ears, and he peered upwards at her. "A woman," He said, "A woman burning alive. A gas station. A woman is gonna kill herself." 

Andy watched the scene unfold before him with astonishment, and a hint of fear, as he too crouched on the floor. "What does he mean 'going to'?" 

Dean peered over his shoulder. "Shut up." Andy immediately froze, appearing petrified of Dean's nature. 

"She get's triggered by a call on her cell," Dean didn't hesitate to ask when. "I don't know. As long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch, he can't hurt her." 

"I didn't hurt anybody!" Andy protested.

"Yeah, not yet." 

In the distance and across the street, sirens blared and horns honked as a firetruck sped by. Odessa furrowed her brows, pondering on the possibility that maybe the woman was already dead and perhaps Andy was indeed innocent. Sam replicated her expression, jutting his chin in the Impala's direction. "Go." He said, referring to Dean.

Dean scurried away and Odessa was milliseconds from following after him, but she refrained herself. She evaded his gaze and focused on Sam's sympathizing glimmer in his eyes.

<<>>

Odessa was beginning to strongly regret choosing to remain with Sam and Andy with zero form of entertainment or anything remotely amusing. They'd been conversing with one another in soft murmurs, and she was no longer interested in Andy's existence after Dean's phone call. The three of them concluded the mind-controlling scumbag couldn't possibly have been responsible for the drastic murders committed. 

From the few feet away where Odessa was leaning against the metal fence, she heard Sam chuckle. "So you're really not a killer, huh?" Sam asked, and Odessa craned her neck to face them both. The sunlight's rays beamed across her face, and although the warmth was comforting, she couldn't see a damn thing.

Andy laughed, head bobbing with each intake of air. "That's what I've been trying to tell you." He replied, corners of his mouth tugged. 

Odessa swiftly crouched to the floor, snatching a medium-sized rock inches from her heels. "You might not be a killer, but you're still an asshole!" She shouted, quickly tossing the rock in Andy's direction. The rock collided with his shoulder blade, landing on the floor with a soft thud. She heard him wince and mumble an 'ow' as he kneaded his shoulder. She smirked an satisfaction. 

Her grin faltered as she heard the low, familiar rumble of the Impala's engine become increasingly louder with each second. Puffs of smoke churned in the air as Dean parked the car rapidly. The door creaked as Dean closed it, rushing to them. "Victim's name was Holly Beckett. Forty-one. Single," He said. Sam didn't hesitate to ask Andy who she was, and claimed he'd never heard of her. "I called Ash on the way over. He came up with a little something. Apparently Holly Beckett gave birth when she was eighteen-years old, back in nineteen-eighty three—same day you were born, Andy." 

Odessa shifted, furrowing her brows as she glanced in Andy's direction. "Were you adopted?" 

Andy's shoulders slumped. "Well, yeah." 

"You were? And you neglected to mention that?"

"It never really came up. I mean, I never knew my birth parents, and, like you said, my adopted mom died when I was a baby," His head snapped towards Dean. "Do you think this Holly woman could actually be—" 

Dean intervened. "I don't know," He said, "I tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they're hard copy only. Sealed in the county office." 

Andy shrugged nonchalantly. "Screw that." 

<<>>

The charcoal-haired Guardian was beginning to question if her life was a work of fiction, a creation of some twisted author who thought her life was deserving of a book title. She was resided in the backseat with Andy, whose chin was perched on his hands as he rested on the passenger's back rest. He still appeared dumbfounded he had a twin, an evil one at that, that was shamming a friendship with him for months. In addition, he also discovered who his birth mother was, but he only uncovered the truth because she lit herself on fire. This was some sleazy story line from some book, this couldn't be her actual life.

Stealing a glance at Andy, she wondered how he was processing this bundle of brand-new information. He wasn't behaving erratically as she assumed he would, or any rational person would, and didn't appear entirely dismayed. "All right, Andy," Sam began, disrupting Odessa from pondering thoughts. "Tell us everything you know about this guy." 

Andy half-shrugged. "I don't know much. Webber shows up one day, like, eight months ago, acting like he's my best friend in the world," He says, "He's kind of weird, like trying too hard, you know?" 

Odessa toyed with the golden bracelet on her wrist. "Sounds like he knew you guys were twins," She wondered aloud. "What I don't get is why he changed his name and didn't just tell you the truth." Sam didn't answer, instead he groaned intensely as he clutched his temples. His face scrunched in discomfort. He was blinking repeatedly, steadying himself as he settled his hands against the dashboard. "Sam? Oh, my god, Sam? Dean, stop the car!" She demanded, immediately dashing outside the door once the car parked. 

Sam fumbled for the lock, erratically unlocking the door and stumbled to remain seated. Both Dean and Odessa were instantaneously by his side, eyes flickering all throughout his face to make certain he was okay. He winced once more, his heavy breathing steadying. "I'm okay," He muttered, nodding his head in affirmation. "I swear, I'm good. Let's go." He didn't waste another second and situated himself on the passenger's seat properly, closing the door once again. 

Odessa stepped back, chancing a glance at Dean's frigid demeanor. When she looked, he was already staring. Both their expressions revealed they hadn't believed him, but they knew Sam wasn't up for discussion. Dean jerked his head towards the Impala, wordlessly saying they should return back inside. She nodded softly, bypassing his intensive gaze as she made her way back to the seat directly behind the driver's seat.

The hinges of the car door creaked, and she was enveloped with the Impala's warmth once more. Andy sent her a pursed, hesitant smile, one she didn't return.

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Apprehensively, Odessa agreed to remain back with Dean as Sam and Andy ventured to the dam where the evil twin and Tracy were resided. She wasn't necessarily in the mood to have her mind controlled again, and the ambiance exchanged between her and Dean was soothing. They were perched on the back of the Impala, bottoms resting against the trunk. Dean's hand were clutched on the rifle he'd assembled moments prior, and Odessa was toying with her pendent.

The moonlight cascaded on his face hollowed his eyes, sharpened his cheekbones, and reflected off the sheen on his skin. She couldn't comprehend how someone was so effortlessly beautiful. Each of his features appeared to have been sculpted with superior instruments, every detail was paid close attention to, and she was typically overwhelmed with the beauty in front of her. He turned to face her, the luminescence brightened his eyes. "Are we ever going to talk about this," He questioned, motioning his hand back-and-forth from him to her. His voice was remarkably tender, and his eyes were no longer sharp and acute. They were suffused with passion and fondness she'd only ever seen in the movies. "You know, about us. Because all I'm getting is mixed signals."

Odessa sighed, avoiding his fixated stare. She didn't want to talk about this now, or ever. If Dean somehow miraculously had romantic feelings for her, she wasn't prepared for a relationship built solely on fear, apprehension, and a constant concern for the other. She shook her head. "There's nothing to talk about," She replied, "And if there was something to talk about, now wouldn't be the right time." He looked as if he wanted to say something, but he refrained himself from continuing any further. 

Minutes passed when Odessa finally heard the sounds of fighting, the sounds that Sam demanded she listen for and act upon. Her shoulders tensed, standing upright and cocked her head in the direction where the sounds were deriving from. They hastily dashed for one of the several mountain sides, and Dean swiftly loaded the rifle as he peered through eye piece. From the distance, she saw as Andy's brother pivoted to face the hillside Odessa and Dean thought concealed them from his view. A distorted voice filled her mind, and she shuddered at the eerie sound. "I see you," Webber said, "Bye-bye."

Furrowing her brows, she watched as Dean pointed the rifle's chamber to his chin, the end directed heavenwards. Her eyes widened as she realized what he was commanded to perform. "Stay still," Webber's warped voice said. "And watch." Odessa released a strangled gasp as she attempted to move and yank the rifle from Dean's grasp, but couldn't. 

A gunshot rang through the air, and Odessa jerked back as she closed her eyes. For a moment, she thought the shot came from the rifle inches from her, but realized the discharge of the ammunition was far from where she was. Opening her eyes, she was greeted with the wondrous sight of Dean's alive figure. She released a breath she wasn't aware she was holding, and took a hold of his hand. The warmth of his hand brought her some form of comfort, and she sighted in relief as he intertwined their fingers together.

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