(Finally got this out for you guys! Hope y'all like it!❤️)

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Alison sat on the side of the bed as Dean tied her shoes for her.

"Daddy?" She asked making Dean look up at her.

"Yeah?" He questioned.

"Can we get pie?" She asked him.

"What kind of question is that? Of course, we can get pie!" Dean stated, standing up as he had been crouched down in front of the girl.

Alison smiled a little and giggled at her father as he ruffled her hair and kissed her head. Dean then turned and started towards the bathroom where Sam had been.

He opened the door without even knocking.

"Sam, come on, zip it up. Let's hit the..." Dean trailed off when he saw his brother standing over the sink, breathing heavily and splashing water onto his face. "Road. What?" He asked him, knowing something was wrong.

Sam barely looked over at Dean.

~~~

Alison listened to the man on the radio as she was dozing off in the backseat.

"I don't know, man. Why don't we just chill out, think about this?" Dean told his brother.

Sam switched the radio off, and looked over at Dean.

"What's there to think about?" He asked.

"Just don't know if going to the roadhouse is the smartest idea." Dean said.

"Dean, it's another premonition. I know it." Sam stated. "This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where. Plus it could have some connection with the demon." Sam said. "My visions always do."

Alison looked up at the two men.

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

"So I'm a freak now?" Sam questioned him.

"Yeah, that was a bit harsh, Daddy." Alison stated, speaking up for the first time in a few hours.

She'd been focused on playing with her teddy bear, and building Lego towers in her lap.

"Come on, Sam. You've always been a freak." Dean said jokingly, as he slapped Sam's leg.

Alison huffed slightly, barely rolling her eyes at her father.

~~~

Alison held Sam's hand as they walked into the roadhouse.

Every hunter at every table turned and looked at them. Alison immediately felt uncomfortable, her grip tightening on Sam's hand.

He noticed and gently gave a comforting squeeze back.

"Just can't stay away, huh?" Jo asked as they approached her.

"Yeah, looks like." Dean chuckled. "How you doing, Jo?"

"Where's Ash?" Sam asked.

"In his back room." Jo told him.

"Great." Sam said, going towards the back as Alison let go of his hand, latching onto Deans. "And I'm fine." Jo said.

"Sorry. He's— we're kind of on a bit of a timetable." Dean stated, ruffling Alisons hair and gently pulling her head against his leg.

Jo nodded and hummed, smiling at the little girl.

Alison looked away from her, unamused. It wasn't that she didn't like Jo.

Well, not for her personality or anything. Alison noticed Dean and Jo were just a bit flirty with each other, and she didn't like it.

Dean took Alisons hand, brushing past Jo and gently pulling Alison along behind him.

Sam knocked on Ash's door, hearing loud music coming from inside.

"Ash?" Sam called out, knocking again. "Hey, Ash?"

Alison and Dean then came up beside him. Dean knocked on the door.

"Ash!"

Alison tilted her head, looking at the sign on the door that read "Dr. Badass is in."

She knocked on the door.

"Hey, Dr. Badass! Open up!" She called out.

Sam and Dean looked down at her.

The door then opened, revealing Ash who was peering from behind the door, naked.

"Oh, my god." Dean said, covering Alisons eyes.

"Sam. Dean. Short stack." Ash greeted them.

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

"Hell, then, guess I need my pants." Ash said, then smirked and closed the door.

"Gross." Alison said.

Dean picked her up and carried her with them as they walked to a table in the roadhouse.

After a few moments, Ash came out of his room, going to their table with his laptop in his arms.

~~~

"So, I got a match. It's the logo for the blue ridge bus lines. Guthrie, Oklahoma." Ash said as looked over his laptop screen.

"Okay. Do me a favor. Check Guthrie for any demonic signs of omens or anything like that." Sam told him.

"You think the Demon is there?" Ash asked him.

"Yeah. Maybe." Sam nodded.

"Why would you think that?" Ash asked.

"Just check it, alright?" Dean told him.

Ash looked up at him, then back to his laptop, typing on the keyboard.

"No, sir, nothing. No demon." Ash told them.

"Alright. Try something else for me." Sam started. "Search Guthrie for a house fire. It would be 1983. Fires origin would be a baby's nursery, night of the kids 6-month birthday." He told him.

Ash looked at him like he was talking gibberish. Alison looked at Sam, then Dean who looked around.

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

Sam set a beer in front of Ash.

"'Cause there's a pbr in it for you."

"Give me 15 minutes." Ash said, making Alison giggle.

~~~

Dean looked up as Jo put something in on the jukebox, the song starting to play.

He made a face, and took a drink of his beer.

Jo set a tray of two glasses on a table and noticed Dean looking at her.

"What?" She questioned him.

"R.E.O. Speedwagon?" Dean questioned.

"Damn right, R.E.O." Jo nodded, coming over to him. "Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart."

"He sings it from the hair. There's a difference." Dean told her.

Jo looked around, her eyes going to her mother before she looked back to Dean.

"That profile you've got Ash looking for?"

Dean hummed.

"Your mom died the same way, didn't she— the fire in Sam's nursery?" She asked.

"Look, Jo, it's kind of a family thing." Dean stated.

"I could help." Jo told him.

"I'm sure you could, but we got to handle this one ourselves. Besides, if I ran off with you, think your mother might kill me." Dean stated.

He glanced over to see Ellen slightly furrowing her brows at him in question. He sent her a smile, nodding his head to her.

"You're afraid of my mother?" Jo questioned him.

"I think so." Dean nodded with a smile.

Suddenly, Sam came up to them with papers in his hand, Alison rushing along behind him.

"We have a match. We got to go." Sam told his brother.

"Alright, Jo, see you later." Dean said to the young woman as he got up from his chair.

Alison immediately grasped onto Deans hand, he picked her up with a slight grunt, fixing her on his hip.

"You good?" Dean asked her as they headed for the door.

"Yeah. Are you?" Alison asked.

"I'm good as long as you are." He smirked at her.

Alison slightly rolled her eyes at him, laying her head against his.

~~~

"And even as I wonder, I'm keeping you in sight." Dean sang as he drove down the road.

Sam raised his brows a little, pulling a face at his brother. Alison was dozed off in the backseat.

"You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winters night, and I'm getting closer than I ever thought I mi-ight." He finished.

"You're kidding, right?" Sam asked him, looking over at him.

"I heard the song somewhere." Dean told him. "I can't get it out of my head. I don't know, man. What do you got?"

"Andrew Gallagher. Born in '83, like me." Sam said, reading off of a paper in his lap. "Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like me."

"You think the demon killed his mom?" Dean asked, glancing into the rear view mirror at his little girl who had finally given into the fight against sleep.

"Sure looks like it." Sam said.

"How did you know to look for this guy?" Dean questioned him.

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

"Yeah, but Max Miller was a basic little psycho." Dean stated.

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

"How do we find him?"

"I don't know. Now current address, no current employment. Still owes money on all his bills— phone, credit, utilities."

"Collection agency flags?" Dean asked.

"Not in the system." Sam said.

"They just let him take a walk?" Dean questioned.

"Seems like it." He pulled a face. "There's a work address from his last W-2 about a year ago." Sam said, looking over at Dean. "Let's start there."

~~~

"You won't get anything out of Andy, guys. I'm sorry, but they never do." The woman said as she poured their coffee into their cups.

"They?" Sam asked.

"You're debt collectors, right?" The woman asked. "Once in a while, they come by. I don't know what Andy says to them, but they never come back." She stated.

"Actually, we're lawyers representing his great-aunt Lita." Dean spoke up. "She passed— god rest her soul— but left Andy a sizable estate." He told her.

"Yeah. So, are you a friend of his?" Sam asked.

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

"Andy?" A boy questioned as he came up to them. "Andy kicks ass, man." He said, sitting at their table.

"Is that right?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Andy can get you into anything. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once. It was beautiful, bro." He told them with a chuckle.

"How about busting a table or two, Webber?" The girl told the boy.

"Yeah, you bet, Boss." He got up from their table.

"Look, if you want to find him, try Orchard street." The woman told them. "Just look for a van with the barbarian queen painted on the side."

"Barbarian queen." Dean said.

"She's riding a polar bear. It's kind of hard to miss." The woman stated.

The brothers looked at each other.

~~~

"I'm sorry. I'm starting to like this dude." Dean said as they sat in the impala across the street from the van. "That van is sweet."

Alison pulled a face, looking out the window at the van.

Dean looked over at Sam who had a look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked.

Alison turned her head towards the two men.

"Nothing." Sam shook his head.

"Sam, you look like you're sucking on a lemon. What's going on?" Dean said.

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

"We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is. He could be innocent." Dean stated.

"My visions haven't been wrong yet." Sam said.

"What's your point?" Dean asked.

"My point is I'm one of them." Sam said.

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

Alison fully turned to them.

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

"Yeah?"

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

"Killers?" Dean questioned.

"Yeah."

"So the demon wants you out there, killing with your minds?" Dean said. "Is that it?"

Alison looked between them.

"You're not a murderer, Sam!" Dean told him. "You don't have it in your bones."

"No?" Sam asked. "Last I checked, I kill all kinds of things."

"Things that aren't innocent." Alison spoke up, furrowing her brows.

"Yeah, those things were asking for it. There's a difference." Dean stated.

Sam went quiet, Dean turned his head back towards his rolled down window.

Alison gave a small sigh, sitting back in her seat.

Sam then noticed Andy coming out of an apartment.

"Got him." He said.

Dean glanced at him, then turned his head back towards the window where he spotted Andy.

Andy started walking down the sidewalk, the Winchesters watched him look up at the apartment building and wave.

They looked up and saw a woman leaning out of an open window, waving at Andy with a big grin on her face.

Andy kept walking, and came up to another man walking down the sidewalk with a cup of coffee in his hand.

Andy stopped him, holding his arms up to him as he talked to him with a smile. Out of nowhere, the man just handed Andy his cup of coffee.

Andy smiled wider and took it, then they went their separate ways.

Andy kept walking and approached another man, who he shook hands with.

"That's him, that older guy." Sam spoke up again. "He's the shooter."

"Well, you keep an eye on him. We'll stick with Andy." Dean told his brother. "Go."

Sam turned and got out of the impala, closing his door behind him.

Alison watched out of her window along with her father.

They watched Andy get into his van, and start it up.

"Sit back, Ali." Dean told the girl as he started up the impala.

"Okay." Alison sat back in her seat.

The van started driving off, and Dean not so subtly followed.

Andy didn't drive far. He pulled in towards a dead end, then stopped. So, Dean stopped behind him.

Alison slightly furrowed her brows, tilting her head.

Andy then got out of the van.

"What's he doing?" Alison asked.

Dean shushed her.

Andy started towards the impala, and Dean grabbed his loaded pistol sitting beside him in the seat. He shoved it into his jacket.

"Hey!" Andy greeted Dean with a smile.

"Hey." Dean said.

"This is a Cherry ride." Andy stated, leaning down into Deans window.

"Yeah. Thanks." Dean said.

He was uncomfortable.

Andy's eyes shifted to Alison who sat in the back seat, watching him.

"Man, you know, '67— impala's best year, if you ask me." Andy told Dean. "This is a serious classic."

Dean pulled his hand out of jacket, feeling like maybe Andy just wanted to talk cars. Alison on the other hand, had a bad feeling in her stomach.

"You know, I just rebuilt her, too. Can't let a car like this one go." Dean said.

"Damn straight." Andy hit Deans shoulder. "Hey. Can I have it?"

"What?!" Alison's eyes went wide.

"Sure, man." Dean chuckled, getting out of the car.

"Are you insane?! Have you lost your mind?!" Alison yelled, sitting up and leaning out of her window as Dean stepped out of the way for Andy.

"Sweet." Andy said.

"Hop right in there." Dean told him as he picked Alison up through her rolled down window.

"Daddy!" Alison looked at him as if he was insane.

Dean closed Andy's door for him after he'd just hopped into the drivers seat.

"There you go." Dean smiled.

"Very nice." Andy grasped onto the wheel, shifting the gears as the car was still running. "Take it easy."

"Alright." Dean nodded, fixing Alison on his hip.

Dean then stood there with his daughter as Andy drove away with the impala.

"Oh, my g— I can't believe you just did that! You just gave him our home! My stuff was still in there!" Alison yelled at Dean, hitting his arm.

Dean just glanced at her with wide eyes.

"I know." He nodded, sounding panicked.

He quickly fished his phone out of his pocket, calling Sam.

Sam was quick to answer.

"Dean, Andy's got the impala!"

"I know! He just sort of asked me for it—"

"And he just let him take it!" Alison cut him off.

"You what?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"He full-on Obi-Wan'd me. It's mind control, man." Dean told him, setting Alison on the ground and taking her hand instead.

He then began walking, gently pulling her with him.

"I can't even believe mind control could let you give baby up like that." Alison stated.

Dean shot her a look.

~~~

Alison stood behind Dean at the crime scene, Sam sat on the ground, Dean was crouched beside him as the police covered the body of the man that had been hit by a bus.

"I kept him out of the gun store." Sam said. "I thought he was okay."

"I thought he was past it. At least...I should've stayed with him." He said.

Alison let out a small sigh.

~~~

The three Winchesters rounded the corner of a building, and there sitting across the street was the Impala.

"Baby!" Alison gasped.

"Oh, thank god." Dean breathed out.

Alison looked both ways before sprinting across the road, Dean was right on her tail.

"I'm sorry, Baby. I'll never leave you again." Dean apologized to the car, leaning in through the rolled down windows.

Alison opened the back door, and climbed up into the car, grabbing her teddy bear out of the floor. She hugged it tightly.

"At least he left the keys in it." Dean stated.

"Yeah. Real Samaritan, this guy." Sam said.

"It looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose. He's got to use verbal commands." Dean stated, leaning in towards Alison. "The bear okay?" He asked.

"He's mad at you." She told him.

"Yeah, well, I would be too." Dean told her, leaning back out to Sam.

"The doctor had just gotten off his cellphone when he stepped in front of that bus." Sam said then sighed. "Andy must've called him or something."

"I don't know. Maybe." Dean said.

"Beg your pardon?" Sam asked.

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

"Dean, you had O.J. convicted before he got out of his bronco, and you have doubts about this?" Sam said, Alison leaned out of the open car door.

"He doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type." Dean stated to his brother. "That's all. And O.J. was guilty."

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

Dean thought for a moment before looking up at Sam.

"Not a problem." He said, then turned to Alison. "Come on." He went to pick her up.

He picked her up, pulling her out, but she grabbed onto the door.

"Alison, you gotta let go." Dean told her, gently pulling her. "Come on."

Alison finally let go, groaning as Dean held her legs with one arm, his other around her stomach as she hung upside down. She was grasping her teddy bears arm tightly with one hand, hoping not to drop him on the ground.

He'd been through enough trauma.

Dean closed the door with his back, then started walking, carrying Alison upside down.

Sam followed along.

~~~

"Not exactly an inconspicuous ride." Dean said as they approached Andy's van, Alison was now upright in Deans arms. "Let's have a look." He dug into his jacket, pulling out a smaller version of a crowbar.

He then popped the door open.

Dean chuckled as they saw the inside of the van.

"Oh, come on." He said.

There were posters on the walls, a disco ball hanging from the roof, and Andy's bed.

"This is magnificent, that's what this is. Not exactly a serial killer's lair, though." Dean stated. "There's no clown paintings on the walls or scissors stuck in victims' photos. I like the tiger." He pointed towards the Tiger poster.

"Hegel? Kant?" Sam questioned, holding a book in his hand, he tossed it back onto the bed. "Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading, Dean."

"Yeah, and, uh..." Dean cleared his throat, reaching in and grabbing a huge bong. "Moby Dick's bong." He said.

The brothers looked at each other.

Alison laughed at the word 'Bong.'

~~~

Alison ate one of her French fries in the backseat of the impala.

"Blech." Dean scrunched his nose up, crumpling up his burger wrapper.

He then tossed it over the seat into the back with Alison. It landed in her lap.

"Hey!" She grabbed it, tossing it into the floor.

"You know, one day I'd love to just sit down and eat something that I didn't have to microwave at a minimart." Dean stated.

"What I don't get is the motive." Sam spoke up. "I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean. Why would Andy waste him?"

"If it is Andy." Dean commented.

"Dude, enough." Sam said making Alison look up.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus. Andy just happens to have the power of mind control. You do the math." Sam told his brother.

"I just don't think the guy has it in him." Dean stated.

"How the hell would you know?" Sam asked, furrowing his brows. "Why are you bending over backwards defending him?"

"'Cause you're not right about this." Dean told him.

"About Andy?" Sam questioned.

All of a sudden, Andy appeared in Sam's window, hitting the side of the impala.

"Hey!" He yelled, Alison jumped. "You think I haven't seen you three? Why are you following me?"

Alison looked to Sam and Dean.

"Well, we're lawyers. A relative of yours has—" Sam started, but Andy cut him off.

"Tell the truth!"

"That's what—"

"We hunt demons." Dean cut his brother off.

Sam whipped around to look at Dean. Alisons eyes widened.

"What?" Andy asked.

"Demons and spirits. Things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam's my brother, Alison's my daughter." Dean went on.

"Dean, shut up." Sam told him.

"I'm trying." Dean stated. "He's psychic, like you." Dean continued. "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 part of something that's terrible. And, I hope to hell that he's wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared that he might be right."

Alison leaned up to her father.

"Are you done?" She asked him.

"Yeah, I think so." Dean nodded.

"Okay, you know what?" Andy said, shaking his head. "Just leave me alone."

"Okay." Dean nodded quickly.

"Alright?" Andy said then walked off.

Dean groaned, putting his head in his hands.

Sam got out of the impala, hurrying after Andy.

"What are you doing?" Andy asked Sam in a panic as he walked backwards away from Sam who walked towards him. "Look, I-I said, leave me alone." Andy said sternly, trying to control Sam's mind, but it wasn't working. "Get out of here! Just start driving and never stop!"

"Doesn't seem to work on me, Andy." Sam stated.

"What?" Andy questioned.

"You can make people do things, can't you?" Sam said, still walking towards Andy, but now they were just walking in a circle.

Dean and Alison got out of the impala, slowly making their way to the two men.

"You can tell them what to think." Sam continued, he looked back to Dean and held his hand up to him, telling him to stay there.

Dean gently pulled Alison behind him.

"That's crazy." Andy gave a forced chuckle.

"It all started a year ago, didn't it? After you turned 22. Little stuff at first, then you got better at controlling it." Sam went on, Dean took a few more steps forward.

"How do you know all this?" Andy asked.

"'Cause the same thing happened to me, Andy. My mom died in a fire, too. I have abilities, too. You see, we're connected, you and me." Sam told the man.

"You know what? Just— just get out of here!" Andy told him, walking the other way.

"Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?" Sam questioned, following after Andy quickly.

Andy stopped, Dean told Alison to stay by the car, then he slowly started his way to Sam and Andy.

"What?" Andy asked.

Sam then had another vision, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment.

"Why did you kill him?" Sam asked.

"I didn't." Andy shook his head.

Sam winced, squeezing his eyes shut again.

Dean ran to his brother who stumbled backwards.

"Sam? What is it?" He grabbed onto Sam's arms as Sam fell to the ground, Dean crouched down with him.

"I didn't do anything to him." Andy stated, crouching on the ground.

Sam breathed heavily, sitting on the ground.

"A woman." He breathed out. "A woman burning alive."

"What else you get?" Dean asked.

"A gas station. A woman is gonna kill herself."

"What does he mean, going to?" Andy asked.

"Shut up." Dean told him.

"She gets triggered by a call on her cell." Sam said, looking at Andy.

"When?" Dean asked.

"I don't know." Sam said, holding up his arm as he started getting up, Dean helped him off the ground. "As long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch, he can't hurt her."

"I didn't hurt anybody!" Andy told them.

"Yeah, not yet." Sam said.

"Daddy!"

The three men looked back at Alison who looked to them, then pointed down the road. A fire truck then sped past.

Sam and Dean looked at each other.

"Go." Sam told his brother.

Dean hurried towards the impala.

Andy went to step forwards, but Sam was quick to stop him.

"No. Not you." He told him. "You're staying here with me."

Dean picked Alison up, going to the driver's side door, opening it.

"What happened?" Alison asked Dean as he slid her into the middle of the front seat.

"Sammy had another vision." Dean stated, closing his door after sitting in the drivers seat, starting up the engine.

"About what?"

Dean glanced at her.

~~~

Alison held Deans hand tightly as she stood somewhat behind him.

Dean was holding his phone up to his ear, calling Sam.

"Hey, it's me." Dean said once he heard his brothers voice. "She's dead." He told him. "Burned up, just like you said."

"When?" Sam asked.

"Like minutes before we even got here. The smell hasn't even cleared. What's up with your visions? This wasn't even a head start." Dean stated.

"I can't control them, alright? I don't know what the hell is going on." Sam stated.

"Listen, you were with Andy when this whole thing went down, so it can't be him. It's gotta be somebody else doing this." Dean stated, gently playing with Alisons hair as she rested her head against his leg.

"That doesn't make any sense."

"What else is new?" Dean sighed. "I'll dig around here, see what else I can find." He said, then hung up.

Alison looked up at Dean.

"I have a bad feeling." She told him.

Dean lightly hummed, picking her up, fixing her on his hip.

"Let's see what else we can find, okay?" He told her.

"Okay." Alison nodded, laying her head against Deans, lightly fiddling with his amulet.

~~~

Dean pulled the impala to a stop, then he and Alison got out.

Alison ran to Sam with her arms up, he lifted her up, fixing her on his hip.

"Victims name was Holly Beckett." Dean said as he walked up to Andy and Sam. "41. Single."

"Who is she?" Sam asked Andy.

"Never heard of her." Andy shrugged.

"I called Ash on the way over here. He came up with a little something. Apparently Holly Beckett gave birth when she was 18 years old, back in 1983– same day you were born, Andy." Dean looked to Andy.

"Andy, were you adopted?" Sam asked.

"Well, yeah."

"You were?" Dean asked. "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. Do you think this Holly woman could actually be— "

"I don't know." Dean cut Andy off. "Tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they're sealed in the county office."

"Well, screw that." Andy said.

Alison looked at him.

~~~

"Probably shouldn't have let you kids in here." The security officer said as Andy walked with him.

"No. It'll all be fine, alright? Just go get a cup of coffee, alright?" Andy said. "These aren't the droids you're looking for." He said as Obi-Wan.

Dean smiled, chuckling.

"Awesome." He said, setting a file box on the desk where Sam was sitting.

"So, Andy," Alison started as Andy started back towards them. "Could you make me spin around in circles for hours if you wanted to?" She asked him.

"Actually, it doesn't work with kids." Andy stated. "Learned that the hard way." He sighed, thinking back to when he tried to make a kid give him their ice cream, the kid called him a creep and kicked him in the shin.

"That's too bad. You could be like the Pied Piper." She said.

Andy gave a small chuckle, but then his smile fell, realizing how dark that actually was.

He slightly furrowed his brows, stepping away from Alison.

"I got it." Sam spoke up.

"Yeah?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Andy, it's true." Sam said. "Holly Beckett was your birth mother."

Andy's mouth fell open slightly.

"Does anyone have a Vicodin?"

"Dr. Jennings was her doctor, too. I mean, he oversaw the adoption. You have a solid connection to both of them." Sam stated.

"Yeah, but i didn't kill them." Andy stated.

"We believe you." Dean told him.

Sam looked at Dean.

"Yeah." He looked back to Andy.

"But, uh, who did?" Dean asked.

"I think I got a pretty good guess." Sam said. "Holly Beckett gave birth to twins."

Andy leaned back, pulling his arms up on top of his head.

~~~

"I have an evil twin." Andy said in disbelief, now sitting in a chair, his arms still above his head.

"Holly put you and your brother up for adoption, and you went to the Gallagher family, obviously, and your brother went to the Weems family from upstate." Sam said, looking over a file as he walked.

Andy closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Andy, how you doing? Still with us?" Dean asked.

"Um..." Andy lowered his arms. "What was my brothers name?"

"Here. Um, Ansem Weems?" Sam said.

Andy slightly shook his head.

"He's got a local address." Sam said.

"He lives here?" Andy questioned.

"Let's get a look at him." Dean said. "Got his picture coming over from the DMV right now." He said, a picture coming up through a machine.

Dean grabbed it and started over to Sam and Andy.

"Hate to kick you while you're freaked." He said.

Sam shook his head.

"Take a look at that." Dean held it out to Andy.

Andy took the picture, looking at it, then looking at the brothers.

~~~

"Alright, Andy." Sam started as Dean sped down the road. "Tell us everything you know about this guy."

Andy was leaned up against the front seat, sitting the middle of the backseat. Alison sat behind her fathers seat.

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

"He must've known you guys are twins." Dean stated, Sam brought his hand to his head again. "Why did he change his name? Why not tell you the truth?" Dean questioned.

Sam groaned lightly, Dean looked over at him.

"Sam?" He asked.

Sam then had another vision.

Alison slightly sat up, looking to her uncle who groaned louder.

"Sam?!" Dean asked a little more frantically.

"Oh, god!" Sam grasped his head as Dean stopped the car.

Sam opened his door, leaning out of the impala. Dean quickly opened his door, getting out and rushing around to tend to his brother.

Sam panted as Dean came up to him.

"Hey. Hey!" Dean grasped his little brothers shoulders.

Alisons eyes shifted between them, a slight hint of worry in them.

~~~

Dean once again pulled the car to a stop, he and Sam got out once he cut the engine.

The two made their way to the trunk, Dean sorting through his keys to unlock it.

"Dean, you should stay back." Sam stated to his brother.

"No argument here." Dean said, opening the trunk. "I had my head screwed with enough for one day." He said, Sam reaching into the trunk and grabbing a pistol.

When he leaned back out, Andy was walking around to them.

"I'm coming with you." He told Sam.

"Andy—"

"That's Tracy out there, and I'm coming." Andy stated.

Alison leaned out of the car door window, looking between the three men.

~~~

Alison walked with Dean who carried a sniper rifle. Dean crouched slightly, getting down on the ground, Alison got down on her knees, sitting somewhat behind Dean, but beside him.

He pointed the rifle towards Andy's twin, Webber. He cocked the rifle, and looked through the scope.

He had almost had it, but then Webber turned, looking right at Dean.

He smirked.

"I see you." Webber said.

Dean pulled back a little. Alison looked up at him, silently questioning why he pulled away.

"Bye-bye." Webber said to Dean, Dean somehow hearing it in his head.

Dean pulled the rifle down, then turned it around, and before Alison could even register what he was doing, Dean put the rifle under his chin.

"Daddy." Alison spoke up, putting her hand on his arm, but he didn't stop.

Alison knew that he was being controlled, but she worried for what she was about to witness.

"Fight it, okay?" Alison told him. "Fight it, daddy."

Alison swallowed thickly, tears forming in her eyes. She could see in Deans eyes, he wanted nothing more than to pull the gun away. He was regretting the choice of bringing Alison along.

He couldn't even imagine how traumatized Alison would be if she were to witness this.

Dean tried fighting against it, he tried so hard to pull the gun away, but he couldn't.

He felt Alison squeeze his arm, and he thought the last thing he would hear was his little girl telling him to put the gun down, trying everything in her power to help him not lose the fight against mind control.

And all of a sudden, Alison heard the gunshot.

Her heart dropped, she felt a pit in her stomach that made her eyes fill to the brim with tears.

It felt like every breath of air was sucked from her lungs.

But it took her a moment, to realize it wasn't the rifle in her fathers hands.

It was the pistol in Andy's.

Andy had shot his brother, killing him.

Dean immediately lowered the rifle away from his head, then he turned to Alison who was almost in shock.

She hadn't been expecting it. It happened so fast.

Too fast.

She couldn't even hear her father calling her name.

"Alison? Baby, look at me!" Dean cupped her face and Alison finally snapped back into reality, her teary green eyes shifting to Deans teary green eyes, filled with worry and a dash or so of guilt.

Alison lunged forward, wrapping her arms tightly around Deans neck.

Dean wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight to his chest.

One of his hands went to the back of her head, gently stroking her hair as Dean clenched his jaw, holding back his own tears.

"It's okay." He finally spoke. "We're okay."

Alison squeezed tighter, burying her face into Deans neck. She didn't cry, at least, not completely anyway.

Alison wasn't quite sure whether or not she was breathing, but she just wanted her father.

And she had him, so she figured she might've been okay.

~~~

"He shot himself." Andy said, talking to the cops. "And you all saw it happen." He told them, making them believe it.

"Yeah. We did." The one in the middle nodded.

"Look at him. He's getting better at it." Sam said as they watched from afar.

Alison held onto Deans hand tightly.

Andy walked towards the ambulance where Tracy sat, wrapped in a blanket. She looked at him, then looked away.

Andy got the message, and walked to the Winchesters who stood up when he approached them.

"She won't even look at me." Andy stated.

"Yeah, she's pretty shaken up." Sam stated.

"No, it's— this is different." Andy said. "This is— I never used my mind thing on her before, before last night. She's scared of me now." Andy told them.

Sam and Dean slightly looked at each other.

"Andy, I hate to do this, but, um...we have to get out of here." Sam told the man. "Here. I wrote down my cell." He pulled a folded piece of paper out of his jacket pocket, holding it out to Andy. "You don't have to be alone in this, alright? If anything come up, you can call me up."

Andy took the paper, nodding his head slightly.

Sam and Dean then turned and started towards the impala, Dean gently pulling Ali along behind him.

"Wh-what am I supposed to do now?" Andy spoke up with a light chuckle.

The three turned to look at him.

"You be good, Andy...or we'll be back." Dean told him.

They then turned again, walking towards the impala.

"Looks like I was right." Sam spoke up.

"About what?" Dean asked.

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

"No, he's a hero." Dean stated. "He saved his girlfriend's life. He saved my life. He saved my daughter from a lifetime of trauma." He said the last part a little quieter.

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

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

"Webber was pushed, too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death." Sam told his brother.

"What's your point, Sam?" Dean asked.

"Right circumstances, everyone is capable of murder— everyone. Maybe that's what the demon is doing— pushing us, finding ways to break us." Sam said as they stopped walking, turning to face each other.

"Sam, we don't know what the demon wants, okay?" Dean stated. "Quit worrying about it." He lightly hit Sam's shoulder, then started walking again.

"You know, I heard you before, Dean, when Andy made you tell the truth." Sam said, making Dean once again stop walking, making Alison stop walking. "You're just as scared of this as I am."

"That was mind control!" Dean defended. "It's like being roofied, man. That doesn't count."

"What?" Sam furrowed his brows.

"No, I-I'm calling do-over." Dean pointed his finger.

"What are you, 7?" Sam questioned.

"Doesn't matter." Dean shrugged. "Look, we just got to keep doing what we're doing, find that evil son of a bitch, and kill it." He told his little brother.

Alison looked up at Dean, then back to Sam just before Deans phone started ringing.

He fished it out of his pocket.

"Yeah, I guess." Sam finally said.

Dean answered his phone, putting it to his ear.

"Hello?" He asked. "Ellen."

Dean leaned down to Alison as Sam got into the passenger seat of the impala.

"Go ahead and get in the car, okay?" Dean told her, slightly pulling the phone away.

Alison barely nodded, reluctantly letting go of Deans hand and going to get in the impala.

"What's going on?" Dean asked the woman on the other end of the phone.

He got his response, his face slightly fell.

"Yeah. We'll be right there." He said, then hung up.

~~~

"Jo?" Ellen asked, wiping her hands on a towel.

Jo stopped, looking at her mother.

"Go pull up another case of beer."

"Mom—"

"Now. Please?"

Jo reluctantly went to get another case of beer.

"So, you, uh, you want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?" Ellen asked the Winchester brothers.

"Nope." Sam said.

"Not really." Dean said, going to sip his glass of beer, but stopping when he saw Ellen looking at him. "No offense. Just kind of a family thing." He told her, glancing at Alison who sat on the barstool, the straw of her juice box in her mouth, but she wasn't drinking it.

"Not anymore." Ellen told them, tossing a file in front of them onto the counter. "I got this stuff from Ash."

Dean's eyes shifted up to her.

"Andrew Gallagher's house burned down on his 6-month birthday, just like your house. You think it was the demon both times, don't you? You think it went after Gallagher's family?"

"Yeah, we think so." Sam said.

"Sam." Dean said.

"Why?" Ellen asked.

"None of your business." Dean told her.

"You mind your tongue with me, boy." Ellen warned him.

Alison raised her brows.

"This isn't just your war. This is war. Something big and bad is coming, and it's coming fast, and their side holds all the cards. Now, at best, all we got is us— together. No secrets or half-truths here." Ellen told them.

Sam looked at Dean who stared at Ellen until his eyes shifted to Sam.

"There are people out there like Andy Gallagher...like me...and, um...we all have some kind of ability." Sam told the woman.

"Ability?" She questioned.

"Yeah. A psychic ability." Sam said.

Dean let out a sigh, looking to Alison who looked at him.

"Me, I have, um...I have visions...premonitions. I don't know. It's different for everybody." Sam shook his head. "The demon said he had plans for people like us."

"What kind of plans?" Ellen asked.

"We don't really know for sure." Sam gave a light shrug.

"These people out there, these psychics,  are they dangerous?" Ellen asked them.

"No." Dean finally spoke up. "Not all of them."

"But some are. Some are very dangerous." Sam stated.

"How many?" Ellen asked.

"We've been able to track a clear pattern so far." Dean said. "They've all had house fires on the night of the kids 6-not h birthday."

"That's not true." Sam said.

Dean looked at him.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Webber or Ansem Weems or whatever his name is— I looked at his files, and there was no house fire." Sam stated. "There's nothing out of the ordinary." He said as Jo came back with another case of beer.

"Which breaks pattern." Ellen stated. "So if there's any others like him, there would be nothing in the system, no way to track them all down."

"And so who knows how many of them are really out there?" Dean said.

"Jo, honey?" Ellen said, Jo stood behind her with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Yeah?" Jo asked.

"You better break out the whiskey instead." Ellen told her.

Alison let out a small sigh.

She put her elbow on the table, her chin in her hand, sipping her apple juice through her straw.

It was gonna be a long couple of days.

Thank you so much for reading!