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5.3 Dean, shut the hell up!

Sam and I were sitting down on the curb, staring at the man's body as the paramedics put him into a body bag. People were around us, watching the scene. My arms wrapped around Salem who nuzzled his head into my neck.

"Hey." I glanced up seeing Dean rushing over to us. He crouched down behind us, placing his hands on our backs and looked at the man.

"We kept him out of the gun store," Sam informed quietly. "I thought he was okay. I thought he was past it, at least…" He glanced at me with saddened eyes, "We should have stayed with him."

I looked away from him, swallowing slowly, staring at where the man just was. I closed my eyes scoping Salem up, getting up and turning away. I started walking away from the area staring straight ahead.

"Carmen!"

I turned around when I heard Dean seeing him running after me. "You okay, Daria?" He asked. 

I shook my head, "Not really," I admitted. "Dean, what is going on?" I looked around before back at my older brother, "This case is weird. I mean...with Sammy, It's complete far out of our realm."

"Yeah, your telling me?" He agreed and let out a sigh. "I don't know. But we're gonna find out."

"When?" I asked. "Huh? We just saw that man get killed right there...I could hav-I saw the damn bus coming and the guy just walked right in front of it."

He stared at me, glancing towards Salem before swallowing. "Carmen," He said, licking his lips before placing his hands on my arms. "There was nothing you could have done. You or Sam, or even Salem." 

I shook my head, "There was time for me to do something, anything to get him out of the way."

"If you did, you would be the one in that body bag," He retorted. "We almost lost you once 'cause of a car accident, I don't want that to happen again." He squeezed my arm before putting his hands on my shoulders, "You said it yourself we need you to keep us sane. Listen to me; This man would have died by something else if it wasn't the bus. So you and Sam can't blame yourselves for that."

Sam came up to us, "Did you find your car?" He asked Dean.

Our older brother gave him a look as he dropped his hands from my shoulders, "I was too busy running over here after you hang up the phone, instead of looking for Baby."

Sam nodded, looking down, "Right. Let's go,"

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It didn't take us long to find the car with all the windows open. "Thank god!" Dean said as we got closer to the car. "Oh. I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again."

He checked her for damage, "Well, at least he left the keys in it," He informed. "Yeah," Sam scoffed. "Real Samaritan, this guy."

"Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose, he's gotta use verbal commands," Dean said. "The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus," I informed.

"Andy must have called him or something," Sam suggested.

"I don't know, maybe," Dean said, looking down. Sam looked at our older brother in surprise, "Beg your pardon?"

"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 white Bronco and you have doubts about this?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"He just doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type, that's all," Dean said. "You know. And O.J. was guilty."

"How exactly are we gonna track this guy down?" I asked cutting in. Dean looked away from us, thinking before he looked at me with a smirk, "Not a problem."

He turned to the car in climbed into the driver's seat. "Front seat?" I asked walking to the car, "Go for it Pipsqueak," he chuckled before following climbing into the back seat.

I looked over my shoulder at him and he smirked as I glared at him. "What's the matter now, Shorty?" Dean teased as well, making Sam let out a chuckle. "Shut up," I said, letting Salem go onto the floor board.

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We found Andy's van and climbed out of the Impala. Dean grabbed a small crowbar from the trunk and placed it inside his jacket before we walked towards the van.

"Not exactly an inconspicuous ride," Dean said as we reached the back. Sam and I leaned on both sides of the van as he looked around. "Let's have a look." Then, he pried open the back door of the van and we opened the door.

The back had a small disco ball hanging from the ceiling, a fur rug and a tiger painted on the wall. There were several thick books scattered on the bedding, and an enormous bong.

Dean I looked at each other and smirked, "Awesome," we said at the same time before fist bumping.

"This is...this is magnificent, that's what this is," Dean complimented as he glanced at both me and Sam before back at the van with a smirk.

"Not exactly a serial killer's lair, though." Sam grabbed a book and read the title with a frown. "There's no...clown paintings on the walls, or scissors stuck in victims' photos. I like the tiger."

"Hegel, Kant, Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading, guys," Sam said putting the book back.

"Yeah, and uh, and Moby Dick's bong," Dean said with a smirk as he held up the large ass bong.

"Dude, put that back," I scolded and he quickly put it back on the bedding before holding his hands up. "Alright," Sam said before pulling me and Dean away from the doors and then he closed it. "Let's go back to the car."

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After a little bit, we sat in the Impala, parked in a vacant lot eating close to the van. After Sam finished, he studied the studies a stack of papers while Dean and I were still eating.

I feed Salem a frie as I rested my back on the door of my seat. Suddenly, a foil ball hit my knee and I looked up seeing Dean with a smirk as he looked at me. I narrowed my eyes at him before picking the foil back and throwing it back. I hit him back with it, making him smirk letting it fall and he glared back at me. 

I smirked back, shrugging feeding Salem a frie before continuing to eat me burger. He turned back around, "You know, one day I'd love to just sit down and eat something I didn't have to microwave at a minimart," He said and sniffed.

"What I don't get is the motive," Sam said with a frown. "I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean, why would Andy waste him?"

"If it is Andy," Dean muttered. Sam looked at our older brother, "Dude, enough," He said. "What?" 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 said. "I just don't think the guy's got it in him, that's all," Dean said.

"As much as I hate to say it- but Dean's right. I don't think so either," I spoke up. 

"See?" Dean said before frowning and looking back at me, Wait, 'Hate to say it'?" I smirked shrugging my shoulders.

"Well, how the hell would you know? I mean, why are you bending over backwards defending him?" Sam asked us. "Cause you're not right about this." Dean said. 

"About Andy?" Sam asked.

"Hey!"

Salem kept staring towards Sam's opened window. So I looked over keeping my head rested on my door, seeing Andy leaning in Sam's window. "You think I haven't seen you two? Why are you following me?"

"Well, we're lawyers," Sam lied, pointing at himself and Dean. "See, a relative of yours has passed aw-"

"Tell the truth," Andy demanded, cutting Sam off. Sam smiled a little weakly, "That's what I'm-"

"We hunt demons," 

My eyes widen and I pushed myself off of the door when I heard Dean's voice. "What?" Andy asked. "Dean!" Sam said.

"Demons and spirits. Things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam here, he's my brother and this is Carmen, my sister," Dean said.

"Dean, shut the hell up!" I said, leaning forwards. 

"I'm trying," Dean said. "Sam's psychic. Kind of like you. Well, not really like you, but see, he thinks you're a murderer, and he's afraid that he's going to 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."

"Okay, you know what? Just leave me alone," Andy said. "Okay," Dean said as I rolled my eyes. "Alright?" Andy said before starting to walk away.

I shook my head before getting out, hearing Sam do the same. "Let me guess you can make people do things, can't you? They can tell you whatever they want you to, uh?" I said walking closer to him as he held his hands out to keep from me from getting closer.

"Look, tha-" Andy started and let out a laugh, "That's crazy."

"It all started about a year ago, didn't it?" Sam said and Andy just stared at him. "After you turned twenty-two. Little stuff at first, and then you got better at controlling it."

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

"Because the same thing happened to me, Andy," Sam started explaining. "My Mom died in a fire, too. I have abilities too. You see, we're connected, you and me."

"You know what? Just, just, just, just get out of here, all right?!" Andy said as he tried to get away from us but Sam stood in his way.

"Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?" Sam asked. Andy stared at him with a shocked look, "What?"

Sam suddenly cringed, leaning forward slightly as his face showed pain. "Why did you kill him?" Sam repeated, trying to stay focused on Andy.

"I didn't!" Andy insisted and Sam cringed again. He put his hand on his head and I rushed towards him with Dean following behind.

"Sammy?" I asked as he started to fall. Dean and I caught him and lowered him gently go the asphalt. "Sam? What is it?" Dean asked. "Look, I didn't do anything to him," Andy said as he kneeled down beside us. Sam breathed heavily as his eyes focused on me and Dean, "A woman. A woman burning alive."

"What else'd you get?" I asked.

"A gas station, a woman is gonna kill herself," Sam informed. "What does he mean, going to?" Andy asked. "What is he, what is-"

"Shut up!" Dean snapped at him. "She gets triggered by a call on her cell," Sam said glaring at Andy. "When?" Dean asked.

"I don't know," Sam replied and we helped him up to his feet. "But as long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch he can't hurt her."

"I didn't hurt anybody," Andy insisted.

"Yeah, not yet," Sam sho back.

Suddenly, a fire trucks roared past us, it's sirens blaring and we all turned and watched it. Me and my brothers looked at each other and Sam suddenly nodded towards Dean, "Go."

"Me and Salem will stay here," I decided and Dean ran back to the Impala. Andy tried to follow but sam stopped him with a hand on his chest, "No, not you," He said. "You're staying here with us."

We stood still for a long moment waiting for Sam's phone to ring. When it finally did he pulled it out, "It's Dean," He informed me. 

"You talk with him, me and kitty we'll watch him," I said.

He hesitated before nodding after a few seconds and then glancing at Andy, "Try anything with her, I'll shoot you myself," He threatened. Andy's eyes grew wide and he nodded before Sam walked away a little to answer our older brother's call.

I crossed my arms and turned back to Andy before glancing down and seeing Salem sitting at my feet. He looked at me, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets. "So-- this isn't the usual way I meet a girl," He comment.

I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head to the side. "He's really trying that?" Salem said looking up at me and I smirked. 

He cleared his throat, "Just trying to make conversation," He muttered. "By trying the whole 'not the usual way I meet a girl'?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Hey, I could try something else but, uh, your brother did warned me not to try anything," He said. I let out a small chuckle, "As in something else or don't try mind controlling me?"

"I think both," He said. "But hey, this is your brother we're talking about. So it's okay for him to be protective of his sister."

I gave a small nod, "If you ask me they can get a little too protective. Especially when a guy talks to me." He looked slightly shocked, "Really?" He asked and I nodded. "So a lot of guys trying to hit on you, huh?"

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head, "Why do you want to know?" I asked as he let out a chuckle. "I just wanna know if I should be careful around you,'' He comment. "Hey, if it wasn't a problem I could have simply asked if you wanted to go get a drink."

I raised an eyebrow, "Please don't tell me your not gunna say yes?" I heard Salem say. "Well then I would say 'Sorry, crazy old man but I'm out of your league," I teased.

"Damn right she is,"

"Ouch,"

I looked over my shoulder to see Sam coming back with a frown. "What happened?" I asked, uncrossing my arms. He gave a small glare to Andy before looking at me with a sigh, "The woman is dead," He informed. "It just happened so-"

"It can't be him," I cut him off softly.

He nodded, "Yeah," Andy looked between us, "See? I told you I didn't kill anyone," He said. "Dean said he's gonna dig around. Find out who that woman was," Sam informed.

"Now, can you please tell me what's going on?" Andy asked, looking between me and Sam. We sat down on an abandoned truck and Sam and I explained to Andy everything. Andy stared at Sam, "So you get these premonitions of people about to die?" He asked and my brother nodded. "That's impossible."

Sam and I both let out a chuckle, "A lot of people would say the same thing about you," I pointed out. He smiled a little at me before looking back at my brother, "But...death visions."

"Yeah," Sam said.

"Dude, that sucks," Andy comment. "I mean, like, when I got my mind thing? It was like a gift, you know, it was, it was like I won the Lotto."

"Yet you still live in a van," I pointed out. "Yeah, I don't get it, I mean, you could...have anything you ever wanted," Sam added.

"I mean, I, I got everything I need," Andy answered. Sam glanced at me and then down before back at Andy, "So you're really not a killer, huh?"

Andy let out a laugh, "That's what I've been trying to tell you," He said.

Sam let out a chuckle, "That's good," He said. "Means there's hope for both of us." I looked up hearing the purr of a very familiar car seeing the Impala. It pulled in front and we got up as Dean climbed out of the car and he walked up to us, "Victim's name was Holly Beckett, forty-one, single."

I turned to Andy, "Who is she?"

"Never heard of her," He replied, shaking his head. "Called Ash on the way over here; he came up with a little something," Dean informed. "Apparently Holly Beckett gave birth when she was 18 years old, back in 1983. Sam day you were born, Andy."

"Andy, were you adopted?" I asked as I turned to Andy. "Well, yeah," Andy replied. "You were? And you neglected to mention that?" Dean asked.

"Never really came up," Andy said. "I mean, I, I never knew my birth parents and, and like you said my adopted mom died when I was a baby- do you, do you think this Holly woman could actually be my-" 

"I don't know," Dean cut him off. "I tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they're hard copy only, sealed in the country office." Andy made a face and shrugged, "Well, screw that."