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Simon Said; Part Two
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"Bet you didn't see that coming?" -Pietro Maximoff

EMERY AND DEAN RUSHED TO SAM'S side as he keeled over as if he was in pain. Emery knew that he had had another vision. It was obvious. And with that fact that Andy was standing right in front of them, he couldn't be the one to tell people to kill themselves.

Someone else had these powers.

"Sam? What is it?" Dean had grabbed a hold of Sam, the younger Winchester grunting in pain as he was lowered to the ground. Emery had dropped to her knees beside them, letting Sam lean his weight against her body.

"Look, I didn't do anything to him," Andy was now crouched beside the trio, Emery shooting him a look. She didn't know if her face read disapproval or anger, but Andy shrunk away anyways.

"A woman," Sam spoke, panting heavily. "A woman burning alive."

"What else you get?" Dean asked. Emery and Sam shared a look, the younger Winchester taking a breath.

"At a Gas Station, a woman is going to kill herself," Sam stated. He looked at the ground panicked and Emery felt his weight lean on her more.

"What does he mean 'going to'? What is- what is he talking-" Andy was interrupted by Dean stating a harsh 'shut up'.

"She gets triggered by a call on her cell. As long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch he can't hurt anybody," Sam stated. He had a glare on his face and Emery wondered if all the hatred was actually towards Andy or was a little bit to himself? As Dean helped Sam stand up, his glare worsened.

"I didn't hurt anybody," Andy defended, looking like he was a puppy who just got kicked.

"Yeah, not yet," Sam stated. Emery sent Andy a small, sad smile. She actually really like the kid, even if he was sort of a deadbeat. He was easy going and he really didn't take any shit from anyone. Emery admired that.

Suddenly, sirens were heard in the distance, a fire truck speeding by the place the Hunters and Andy were. Sam, Dean, and Emery shared a look, Emery thinking that they were so screwed.

"Go," Sam said, Emery being dragged to the Impala by Dean. The girl got into the passenger side, before she ran her hand over the leather.

"I've never appreciated the Impala until she was taken from us," Emery stated, running her hand over the leather interior. It was nice and Emery leaned back on the seat as Dean sped to follow the fire truck.

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Dean called Sam, leaning against a pillar, looking back at the scene. "Hey, it's me. She's dead, burned up, just like you said."

Emery sent a fleeting glance to the spot her crisp body was. She was right. It wasn't Andy. So who was it then?

Sam said something on the other line, Dean saying something about 'minutes before we got here.' And then he proceeded to say something about Sam's visions and how this one wasn't in the future. In fact, it might have even been in the past. Emery didn't know.

"Well, we'll dig around here, see what Em and I can find," Dean stated after a brief conversation before he hung up the phone. After snooping around the crime scene for a little bit, Emery found nothing of importance, the two climbed back into the Impala. Emery hummed along with the rock music playing through the tapes, as Dean drove to where Sam and Andy were still hanging out.

She knew he wasn't a bad guy. He was actually quite adorable.

Once at the place Sam and Andy were, Emery and Dean climbed out of the Impala.

"Victims name was Holly Beckett, age forty-one, single," Emery stated. "Man, I feel like a cop. It makes me warm and tingly inside. Like I'm full of Justice or something. I could be Captain America! Or the female version of Captain America."

Sam ignored Emery's ranting. "So, who was she?" He turned to Andy.

"Never heard of her," Andy stated with a shrug.

"Called Ash on the way over here," Dean said, the attention back on him. "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."

"Andy, were you adopted?" Sam turned to the shorter man. He looked at Sam and Emery could have laughed at the height difference. She didn't though.

"Well, yeah," He stated, looking like it wasn't that big of a deal. Emery almost face palmed. That could have been valuable information to know.

"You were? And you neglected to mention that!" Dean sounded angry. Emery put her hand on his chest, calming him down. He sent her a look and she subtly shook her head. It was her way of telling him not to shout.

"Never really came up," Andy said, his eyes darting between Emery and Dean. She knew he was silently asking if they were together. Again, the girl shook her head subtly. "I mean, I never knew my birth parents and like you said, my adoptive mom died when I was a baby. Did you think this Holly woman could actually be my-"

"I don't know. Tried a copy of the birth records, but they're hard copy only. Sealed in the county office."

"Well, screw that."

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Emery watched as Dean took down a box of documents and Andy 'convinced' the security guy to let them look through the records. She read through the papers placed in front of her, a sigh leaving her mouth. She honestly hated this part of any case. But, it had to be done.

"I got it," Sam announced. Emery let out a sigh of relief as she threw a paper back on the table.

She already knew Holly was Andy's birth mother. Emery also knew that he had a fraternal twin brother and it was that whole separated at birth thing going on. Man, there was some fucked up people out there.

Oh, and now Andy was freaking out about the fact he had an evil twin brother. Emery found it all a little bit hilarious and had to actually going into the hallway she was laughing so hard. Not that it was actually that funny. Emery knew the feeling of not knowing who her actual parents were (hell, she still knew the feeling), but the evil twin just made her keel over in laughter.

The creepy thing was, the other waiter from the restaurant, he was actually Andy's twin.

As they sped down the road to the restaurant that the girl, Tracy, and Ansem were hopefully still at. Though, Emery was guessing they probably weren't. Ansem was a psychopath.

Emery didn't listen to the conversation, instead just stared out the window at the darkened scenery around the Impala. That was until Sam groaned in pain, holding his head as his face contorted with the feeling.

Dean stopped the car, exiting and going to check on his younger brother. Emery smiled to herself about the concern on Dean's face. They were so cute when they were like this, it was unbelievable. Damn them for fighting so much.

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After they arrived at the bridge Sam had a vision about, the four went over the game plan. Emery and Dean were going to hide from a good vantage point, Dean with a sniper in case something went wrong. Sam and Andy were going to be the ones to try and save Tracy and get Ansem to see the error of his ways.

Emery thought it was a pretty good plan.

The girl watched from the side of the bridge far away, looking down at the scene. Sam had just busted the car's window and had dragged Ansem out of it. Andy had made sure Tracy was okay before he went and started kicking Ansem.

Tracy hit Sam with a piece of branch that was lying on the bridge. She watched as Tracy climbed onto the side of the dam (apparently they actually weren't on a bridge) and was waiting to be either ordered to jump off or be saved. Andy, who had been very close to Ansem, backed away from the man, hands up in defense.

They seemed to be talking at the moment and Emery cocked her head to the side. Distantly, she could see Ansem's lips moving, recognizing the words.

Man with the yellow eyes. Shit. Azazel.

Ansem walked closer to Andy again, still talking. Emery had no clue what he was saying now, her mind stuck on the fact that Azazel was the one behind all of this. The little asshat.

Emery glanced over at Dean as Ansem turned to them to see him putting the sniper rifle under his chin.

"Dean, no!" Emery shrieked. She rushed to him and halfway there a gun shot rang out. Emery froze, tears burning in the back of her eyes as she glanced back at the dam. Ansem was nowhere to be seen and Emery sighed in relief when she saw Andy holding the gun. The psychopath was probably bleeding out on the concrete ground and Emery was totally okay with that.

The girl went the rest of the way and ripped the rifle out of Dean's grip, unloading the bullet, before throwing it to the ground. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and he graciously hugged her back, arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

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The next morning, Dean, Sam, and Emery watched Andy use his magic ability on a couple of police officers. As he was walking back to the trio, he sent a small smile to Tracy, who avoided his stare. Emery gave him a sad look, feeling bad at the fact that it was Ansem's fault she probably would never speak to Andy again. The guy was great and Emery was going to try and keep in touch with him.

Though, she had a lot of Carver Edlund books to catch up on. Emery promised herself she would somehow make time for this guy. He was great.

"She won't even look at me," Andy stated. With the hand that wasn't holding Dean's (she hadn't let him go since the whole almost suicide thing), she put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, she's pretty shaken up," Sam justified, trying to make Andy feel better.

"No, it's- this is different," Andy reasoned. "I- uh- I never used my mind thing on her before- before last night. She's scared of me now."

"Hey, I hate to do this, but- um- we have to get out of here," Sam stated. Emery sent Andy a guilty look, one full of regret. She really, really did like the kid. He was cool and knew how to have a good time. "Here, I wrote down my cell and Emery did too. You don't have to be alone in this. Alright, if anything comes up, call one of us."

As they were walking away, Andy spoke up, "what am I supposed to do now?"

"You be good, Andy," Dean stated.

"Or we'll be back," Emery finished. "And you'll be the one on the dam next time, not Ansem."

With that, the three hunters started walking back to the Impala.

"Looks like I was right," Sam stated.

"About what?" Dean asked.

"Andy," Sam said. "He's a killer after all."

Emery wanted to slap him. That was self-defense, not murder. He had saved Dean's life, even if he had killed his own brother. Would Sam rather have Dean blow his own brains out than have Ansem be shot by Andy?

"That was self-defense, Sam. He's a hero. He saved his girlfriend's life, he saved Dean's life!" Emery said, a little bit of anger behind her voice. Dean squeezed her hand in comfort.

Sam scoffed. "Bottom line, last night, he wasted somebody."

"Yeah, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho," Dean argued. "He was just- he was just pushed into that."

"Webber was pushed too in his own way. Max Miller was pushed, hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death!"

"What's your point, Sam?" They stopped walking, Dean and Emery glancing at the taller male.

"Right circumstances, everyone's capable of murder! Everyone. You know, maybe that's what the demon's doing; pushing us. Finding ways to break us."

"Sam, we don't know what the demon wants, okay. Quit worrying about it."

"You know, I heard you before, Dean, when Andy made you tell the truth. You're just as scared of this as I am."

"That was mind control! That was like being roofied, it doesn't count."

"What?"

They were at the Impala now, Emery having to let go of Dean's hand to get into the back seat. She was giggling though at Dean's very bad example.

"No, no, I'm calling do-over."

"What are you, seven?"

"He could be," Emery stated. She giggled harder at the look Dean gave her.

"Doesn't matter, alright? We just gotta keep doing what we're doing and find that evil son of a bitch and kill him."

Emery ignored the rest of the conversation as she climbed into the back seat, resting against the leather.

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The roadhouse smelt like stale beer and way too much cologne. All in all, Emery thought it smelt like home. (She also thought Dean smelt like home. He always smelt like leather, mixed with a little bit of gunpowder and whiskey. And she had to admit it was her favourite smell.)

Emery tried to ignore the longing look that Jo gave her as she went to go get more beer, as per Ellen's demand.

Emery didn't listen to the arguing between Ellen, Dean, and Sam. She was already used to the two brothers arguing constantly. The Wilson girl just happily sipped her beer, hoping to ignore the conversation completely.

She already knew that they were at war with Azazel and the demons. Emery was taking the last bit of her beer in her mouth, when suddenly a shot of whiskey was placed in front of her. She smiled up at Jo, before taking the shot.

Emery knew this wasn't going to be the last one.

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edited.

so, this happened. i actually really like andy, and i think i actually cried when he died.

THERE IS MORE TO THE CHAPTER. I JUST DECIDED TO PUT IT AFTER THE AUTHOR'S NOTE.

also, thanks for all the wonderful comments you guys comment. i may not respond to each and everyone one of them, but i do read all of them. most of them make my day tbh XD

so, please keep up the commenting and such!

i love you all, my little... lovelies? idk, is that appropriate? oh well.

bye now!

ps: dedicated to layla aka -voidtheo because i sort of taunted her with the next part lol. here you go babe. also she is the bomb af so that's always good.

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EMERY SIGHED, ANNOYED AT HERSELF. HOW could she have been so stupid as to forget another pair of clothes and underwear so that she could shower. She really hoped Dean and Sam had exited the motel room by now, either to get food or something.

Or else this would be very awkward.

Emery gingerly poked her head out of the bathroom and smiled when she noticed no one was in the room. The girl tiptoed out, rushing towards her bag. She dropped her towel, grabbing a pair of underwear and a bra. She quickly slipped on her underwear, when suddenly the door to the room opened.

"Hey, Em, you almost done in the-"

Emery turned around, her mouth hanging open in mortification. Standing in the doorway was none other than Dean Winchester, who looked rather smug about walking in on her.

Emery couldn't move, she just couldn't. Dean's eyes raked over her exposed body a couple times, his eyes lingering on her exposed breasts.

What happened next was a complete surprise to Emery. Dean had grabbed the Do Not Disturb sign and hooked it on the outside of the door. He shut it firmly, before walking the three strides it took to reach Emery.

On the way to her, Dean shed his jacket, flannel, and undershirt. His chiseled chest was enough to make Emery's mind turn to putty and she knew she was done for.

Dean's hand cupped her face, breath fanning against her lips. Their body's were pressed flush against each other and Emery could feel how turned on Dean was at the moment.

"Finally," Dean whispered, before his lips came down onto Emery's.

It was everything Emery could have wanted. His lips moved against her's (once she got over the initial shock. Dean Winchester was actually kissing her.), and her hands went to clutching onto his hair. She ran her finger tips through the softness, before Dean's hands went to her thighs, easily picking the girl up.

Her ankles locked behind his back and her grip went from his hair to his shoulders. Emery's nails dug into his skin, probably making crescents, but the feeling of Dean's lips moving from her mouth to her neck just felt so good.

Emery let out an involuntary moan and practically hit herself. Though, she felt Dean smirk against her skin, feeling him suck a little harder on the soft, tender spot.

Emery let out a shriek as she was dropped onto one of the hotel beds, but it was cut off as Dean crawled on top of her, hovering over her as they continued where they left off. Emery smirked, breaking away from the kiss, her hot breath fanning onto Dean's ear.

"It took you long enough, Winchester."

"Shut up, Wilson," the man growled, before his mouth attacked the girl's neck.

Emery had to say, that was some of the best sex she had ever had in her life. She may not admit that to Dean, but it was the truth.

After they had finished up their fun, Emery turned to Dean, a serious expression on her face. "What does this make us now?"

Dean's smirk fell, having expected the girl to say something witty about what just happened. He contemplated the circumstances, before he placed a peck on the girl's lips.

"I think it makes us what those people call it- um-" Dean paused, feigning confusion. Emery knew it was to get on her nerves. "I think it's called in a relationship. I'm not sure."

Emery's face went from a serious expression to a full blown smile in a second. Her arms wrapped around Dean's torso as best they could and she snuggled into Dean's chest, pressing a kiss to it.

There was suddenly a knock on the door. Sam's voice filtered through the air, "Are you two done yet? I would like to come in and sleep!" There was another pause. "Also, I think you guys got like twenty noise complaints."

Emery and Dean burst into laughter. They were all generally happy right now and Sam came into the room with a smile on his face. Everything was going to be okay.

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pps: just wanted you guys to know that they weren't supposed to get together until the second book. be glad i changed the plan for you guys. i think you guys deserved demery wilchester to get together. i've put you guys through enough emotional pain lol.

hope you enjoyed. goodbye again lol.