Jenny covered her nose as the firemen put out the dead woman's body, turning to look at Dean, who was trying to conceal his disgust at the smell.

"Well. Guess it's not Andy." Jenny spoke with an odd voice, Dean nodding. He pulled out his phone, turning away to talk to Sam on the phone.

"Hey, it's me. She's dead. Burned up, just like you said. Like minutes before we got here! I mean the smell hasn't even cleared. What's up with your visions, man? This wasn't even a head start." Jenny looked at Dean, stepping back from the smell as the two started walking. "Listen, you were with Andy when this whole thing went down, so it, it can't be him, it's gotta be somebody else doing this. What else is new? Well, Jen and I'll dig around here, see what else we can find." Dean hung up the phone, gesturing for Jenny to follow him.

"None of it makes sense, Dean. I mean, as far as we're concerned, Andy is the only person that can control what people do." Dean nodded, sucking in a sharp breath, and Jenny fell quiet, thinking.

...

"Alright, thanks Ash." Jenny hung up the phone, shaking her head as Dean pulled up to Andy and Sam.

The two got out of the car, walking over to the others. "What'd you get?" Sam asked, Jenny waving her phone.

"Victim's name was Holly Beckett, forty-one, single." Jenny started, slowly walking to a stop. Sam turned to Andy.

"Who is she?" The stranger shrugged

"Never heard of her."

"Jen called Ash on the way over here; he came up with a little something. Holly Beckett gave birth when she was eighteen years old, back in 1983. Same day you were born, Andy." Dean gestured to Andy, who frowned in shock.

"Andy, were you adopted?" Sam asked, and he nodded.

"You were? And you neglected to mention that?" Dean snapped slightly, and Andy shrugged in defense.

"Never really came up. 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 m—"

"We don't know." Jenny interrupted, shaking her head. "We tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they're hard copy only, sealed in the county office."

"Well, screw that."

...

"Probably shouldn't have left you kids in here." An elderly guard sighed as Andy patted him on the back.

"No, it'll all be fine. All right? Just go get a cup of coffee." Andy smiled and the guard started to leave. Andy raised two fingers in the air, continuing in a dramatic voice. "These aren't the 'droids you're looking for."

Jenny and Dean grinned, overhearing Andy. "Awesome." They mumbled in unison, continuing back to finding the birth certificate.

"I got it." Sam spoke quickly, picking up a slip of paper. "Yeah. Andy, it's true. Holly Beckett was your birth mother. "

"Huh. Does anyone have a Vicodin?" Andy asked as Jenny hummed in amusement.

"Dr. Jennings was her doctor, too, I mean, he oversaw the adoption. You have a solid connection to both of them." Andy's brows raised in surprise.

"Yeah, but I— I didn't kill them."

"We believe you." Jenny spoke up, giving Andy a half-hearted smile.

"But uh, who did?" Dean frowned, looking at Sam

"I think I got a pretty good guess. Holly Beckett gave birth to twins." Everyone looked at each other in surprise, Jenny sighing loudly.

"Oh boy."

...

Andy was sitting on a chair with his hands in his hair, clearly freaking out that he had a twin.

"I have an evil twin." He muttered, Jenny slowly pulling out a photo of Andy's twin, her eyes widening in shock.

"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, still reading a file.

"Andy, how you doin'? Still with us?" Dean asked, and Andy nodded.

"Um. What was my brother's name?"

"Here. Um, Ansen Weems. And he's got a local address."

"He -- he lives here?" Andy spoke, his eyes as wide as Jenny's.

"Yeah. And uh— there's this." Jenny turned the photo to the three men, who all looked at it. "It's coffee shop guy."

...

Sam and Andy sat in the back seat of the Impala, which was being driven by Dean down a dark road. Jenny was still reading about Weber, a concentrated frown on her face.

"All right, Andy. Tell us everything you know about this guy." Sam demanded, Andy shrugged.

"Well, I mean, not much. I... Weber shows up one day, eight months ago? Acting like he's my best friend in the world. Kinda weird, like, trying too hard, you know?" Andy frowned as Sam cringed, rubbing his eyes.

"Must have known you guys were twins. Why did he change his name? Why not just tell you the truth?" Jenny asked, looking at Andy from the rear view mirror. He shrugged.

"No idea."

"Aah!" Sam yelled in pain, Jenny immediately whipping her head around as Dean slammed on the brakes. Sam fell out of the car, Dean and Jenny hopping out and rushing over to the young Winchester.

"Sam? Sam!" Dean yelled, gripping his brothers shoulder as Jenny grabbed the other.

...

Dean raced down the road and pulled to a stop at a bridge, the three Hunters jumping out and running to the trunk.

"Dean, you should stay back." Sam suggested as his brother scoffed, nodding

"No argument here. Had my head screwed with enough for one day." Jenny grabbed her hand gun as Sam grabbed two. Dean took her worst in his hand, looking at her. "Will you be alright?"

"I'll be fine, Dean. I can't be mind controlled, remember?" Jenny gave him a reassuring smile, but he couldn't shake the nervous feeling he always got when she was put into danger.

"I'm coming with you guys." Andy said as he got out of the car. Sam, Dean and Jenny shook their heads quickly

"Andy, no."

"If it's Tracy out there ... then I'm coming." Sam and Jenny shared a look before the three started rushing over to Weber's car. Jenny gestured for Sam to go with Andy to get Tracy out, slowly walking over to Weber's side.

Jenny smashed the window in, quickly aiming her gun at Weber. "Out of the car!" She yelled as Sam and Andy quickly pulled Tracy out.

"You really don't want to do this." Weber bellowed in a demonic voice, staring at Jenny. She shook her head. She slammed the butt of her gun into Weber's nose, opening the door and yanking him out.

Jenny stood over the evil twin, still aiming her gun at his face. "Move an inch and I'll put a damn bullet between your eyes." She seethed as Andy ran over, staring at Weber for a moment before putting duct tape over his mouth and began beating him relentlessly.

Sam ran over, grabbing Andy and hauling him away. "No! No, Andy, let Jenny handle this, all right?"

"I'm gonna kill you!" Andy screamed at his twin, flailing.

"No! Jenny will handle this, Jenny will handle this!" Sam repeated, but Andy kept threatening g Weber. "Andy! Listen to me! Listen to me!"

Weber looked over to Tracy, who suddenly slammed a large stick into Sam's neck, knocking him unconscious. Jenny turned, sucking in time as Tracy swing at her. She fell, tripping over Weber's leg and backed as Tracy continued swinging through tears.

"Tracy stop!" Andy yelled, Tracy still swinging. "I said stop it!" He bellowed, and Tracy dropped the stick almost immediately after, terrified.

Weber pulled the duct tape off his mouth as Jenny slowly stood up, staring between the twins. Tracy started walking away as Jenny grabbed her gun, aiming it at Weber.

"All you need is this. Sometimes the headache's worth it." Weber grinned as he tapped his temple. Andy grabbed the front of his brothers shirt.

"You're a twisted son of a bitch!"

"Back off, Andy! Or Tracy's gonna do a little flying." Jenny slowly turned in horror to see Tracy standing in the edge of the bridge. "Aren't you, Trace?" Weber turned back to Andy. "I'm stronger than you. I can do it."

"Okay, okay. Okay." Andy dropped his brother, backing away as Jenny slowly lowered her gun. "All right, just... just please don't hurt her."

"Don't be mad at me, okay? I know, it's, it's all wrong. I didn't mean for this to happen, it's just... Tracy? She's trying to come between us."

"You're insane!"

"She's garbage! Man, they all are! We can, we can push them, we can make them do whatever we want!" Weber turned to Jenny, frowning again in confusion when she did nothing.

"Are you really... are you really this stupid? Is it--?"

"What—"

"I mean, you, you learn you've got a twin..." Andy trailed off as he realized Sam was starting to wake up. "...you call him up, you go out for a drink, you don't start killing people!"

"I've wanted to tell you for so long, bro. But he didn't let me. He said I had to wait until the time was..."

"Who?" Jenny and andy asked in unison, her grip on the gun tightening, despite not aiming it at Weber.

"The man with the yellow eyes." Jenny's breath hitched and Weber looked at her. "He looked like you." Andy glanced at Jenny, frowning.

"What are you talking about?"

"He came to me. In my dream. He said I was special. He told me he's got big plans for me. Wait 'till you see what's in store, Andy, for both of us! See, he's the one who told me that ... I had a brother. A twin."

"Why did you kill our mother? Why? And why Dr. Jennings?" Andy asked as Weber stood up, Jenny taking a short step back.

"Because they split us up! They ruined our lives, Andy! We could have been together this whole time. Instead of alone. I couldn't, I couldn't let 'em do that, I couldn't let them get away with that. No." Weber turned his back to Jenny when he heard a noise, looking up into the mountain.

"I see you. Bye-bye." His voice echoed demonically, Jenny raising her gun quickly. Andy watched with giant eyes as Jenny pulled the trigger, shooting Weber in the back of the head.

Jenny turned back to Tracy, rushing over as she tried getting down from the ledge. "You're okay. It's alright it's over now."

...

Jenny and Dean stood by Sam's side as a paramedic tended to his shoulder before walking away as Andy approached.

"How's Tracy?" Jenny asked in a soft voice, Andy shaking his head.

"She won't even look at me." Andy grumbled as Sam sighed, nodding.

"Yeah, she's pretty shaken up."

"No, it's, this is different. It's, uh, I never, I never used my mind thing on her before. Before last night. She's scared of me now." Silence followed for a few moments before Sam cleared his throat.

"Hey, Andy, I hate to do this, but um, we have to get out of here. Here. I wrote down my cell. You don't have to be alone in this, all right? If anything comes up, just call me up."

"Wha- what am I supposed to do now?" Andy frowned as Jenny smiled, patting his shoulder.

"You be good. Or we'll be back." Dean dropped his smile, Andy nodding nervously.

"You take care of yourself, Andy." Jenny gave him one last smile before following after Sam and Dean.

"I didn't think you'd kill him." Sam said, turning to Jenny. She raised her brows at him.

"I had to. He would have killed Dean." She was silent for a moment. "Not to mention Tracy, and he killed his mom and that doctor."

"If anything, I'm surprised it wasn't Andy to do it." Dean scoffed.

"Well, he wasn't the one holding the gun." Sam paused for a moment, thinking.

"How did you know Dean was in danger?"

"I heard Weber say 'I see you.'" Jenny answered, shrugging. "Wasn't that hard to figure out he was talking about Dean. I had to do it. I saved the day again, boys." Jenny grinned, looking between them.

"Yeah, but you killed someone."

"I killed a murderer. Not an innocent person. A life for a life, all of that shit." Jenny waved her hand as Sam shook his head, still thinking. "My god, what is it?"

"Nothing... I just think— if it was Andy to kill his brother maybe things would be different. Like... We'd find out if that's what the demon wanted." Jenny frowned at Sam in confusion.

"What."

"Sam, we don't know what the demon wants, okay? Quit worrying about it." Dean continued walking as Sam sighed loudly

"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! I mean, it's like, like, that's like being roofied, man, that doesn't count." Dean defended, Jenny raising a brow.

"What?"

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

"What are you, seven?"

"Doesn't matter. Look, we've just gotta keep doing what we're doing, find that evil son of a bitch and kill it." Jenny nodded in agreement as Dean's phone rang, answering it quickly. "Hello? Ellen. What's going on? Yeah, we'll be right there."

...

Jenny took the beer Ellen handed her, waving to Jo as she walked out from the backroom. Dean and Sam sat next to her, also taking the beers.

Ellen turned to her daughter. "Jo? Go pull up another case of beer."

"Mom—"

"Now. Please." The older woman demanded. Jo rolled her eyes in annoyance before walking away. Ellen leaned on the bar, giving the three Hunters a serious look. "So. You uh, you want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?"

"No. Not really. No offense, it's just kind of a family thing." Dean shook his head, taking a swig of his beer.

"Not anymore." Ellen bent down behind the counter, reappearing a second layer and dropped a stack of papers on the bat. "I got this stuff from Ash. Andrew Gallagher's house burnt down on his six 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?"

The three were silent for a moment before Sam slowly nodded. "Yeah, we think so."

"Sam—"

"Why?" Ellen interrupted Dean, frowning.

"It's not really any if your business, Ellen." Jenny answered, drinking her beer. Ellen shot her a look.

"You mind your tongue with me, Jennifer. This isn't just your war, this is war. Now, something big and bad's 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 snapped, Jenny awkwardly setting her bottle down.

"There are people out there, like Andy Gallagher, like me. And um ..." Sam looked it ver at Jenny, who stayed quiet. "Like Jenny, too. ... we all have some kind of ability."

"Ability?" Ellen raised her brows in disbelief as Dean rolled his eyes, shifting uncomfortably.

"Yeah. Psychic ability. Me, I have, um, I have visions. Premonitions. I don't know, it's, it's different for everybody. But, Jenny— She can sense the supernatural, talk to the dead, maybe. The demon said he had plans for people like us." Jenny shook her head.

"I don't know about talking to the dead—"

"What kind of plans?" Ellen cut Jenny off, leaning forward again. Sam shrugged.

"We don't really know for sure."

"These people out there, these psychics -- they dangerous?"

"No. Not all of them." Dean glanced to Jenny, Ellen humming, still unsure.

"But some are. Some are very dangerous."

"Okay, how many of them are we looking at?" Ellen tilted her head as Jenny blew out, shrugging.

"We've been able to track a clear pattern so far. They've all had house fires on the night of the kid's six month birthday."

"That's not true." Sam mumbled

"What?" Dean frowned, looking at his brother.

"Weber? Or Ansen Weems, or whatever his name is -- I looked at his files, and there was no house fire. There's nothing out of the ordinary." Sam then looked to Jenny, gesturing to her. "And Jenny didn't discover her abilities until that asylum in Rockford. Plus, her parents didn't die in a house fire when she was six months old•

"Which breaks pattern. So if there's any others like him or Jennifer, there'd be nothing in the system. No way to track 'em all down."  Ellen looked defeated, Dean silent as he thought.

"And so who knows how many of 'em are really out there?" Dean and Jenny shared a look, and she quickly finished the rest of her beer as Jo reentered. Ellen turned to her.

"Jo honey? You'd better break out the whiskey instead."

Sorry I didn't post all week! i've been really busy :)