A late-middle aged man, Dr. Jennings, walks down the sidewalk. His cell phone rings and he picks it up. "Hello. Yeah. All right." He said then he lowers the phone slowly.

A city bus with a triangular Blue Ridge logo on the front passes. He smiles, turns, and continues walking. Across the street he enters a sports equipment shop and approaches a man leaning against a counter reading GUNS magazine.

"Afternoon, Dennis." Jennings greets. "Hey, Doc." Dennis said, smiling. "I'd like to look at a gun." Jennings said and Dennis begins to laugh. "Yeah, right, doc." He said and Jennings just looks at him and he stops laughing.

"Seriously?" Dennis said and Jennings nods, slightly. Dennis crosses behind the counter in front of a display of guns. Jennings looks around, then points. "That one." He said and Dennis unlocks the display and pulls out the indicated gun. "Okay. That's a turkey hunter, twelve gauge, pump action. Doesn't leave enough turkey behind, if you ask me." Dennis explains.

"What sort of shells does it use?" Jennings asked and Dennis begins to pull a box from under the counter. "Right here. I'm taking the boys up to the cabin this weekend if you're uh... I mean if you think you might like to take up the sport." Dennis said as Jennings takes a shell and starting to fit it into the gun. "Thanks, but no. You know guns make me nervous, always have. This one goes in here, right?" Jennings as he loads the gun.

"Whoa, Doc! No, you can't load a weapon on the premises, it's illegal!" Dennis exclaims. "It's okay, Dennis." Jennings assures. "No, no." Dennis said in a panic. "It's okay, Dennis. It's all gonna be okay." Jennings said and he turns to gun on Dennis. 

"Doc!" Dennis exclaims in fear just as Jennings fires. Dennis was hurled against the wall as the blast hits him. The other customers start to panic. "No, no, it's, it's okay. It's okay. It's all gonna be okay." Jennings said and he presses the shotgun against his chin and he fires the gun.

I gasp in pain as I lean forward and lean my head on the table. I placed my hands over my head and I held it as the vision flashes over my head. "(Y/n)..." Dean's voice said with worry as I groan in pain when the vision goes on a little longer and I get flashes of a different man. Only problem is I can't see his face but I could hear him giving instructions to the man, Jennings.

"No..." I groaned as my head felt like it was gonna explode.

"(Y/n)! Hey!" Dean said and I raise my head and look up at him, slowly. I see Dean's face, which was full of worry, and I look around to see we were still in the bar and I could see a few people looking at me as they walk by.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" Dean asked. "Check...on...Sam..." I whispered and Dean stares at me. "Vision." I was able to say as the pain in my head was still there.

Dean nods then heads over to the bathroom, since Sam went in there minutes ago, while I place my hands over my face and close my eyes as the pain was subsiding.

Later, Dean was driving the Impala, I was in the passenger's seat and Sam was in the backseat, down a dark two-lane road. The radio was playing. "Rockin' Nebraska. Your source for the classics, all night long." The announcer said. "I don't know, guys, why don't we just chill out, think about this." Dean said and I shut off the radio.

"What's there to think about?" I asked him. "I just don't know if going to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea." Dean said to us. "Dean, it's another premonition. (Y/n) and I know it. This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where." Sam said. "Yeah, man, but..." Dean started to say but I shake my head. "Plus it could have some connection with the demon. Our visions always do." I said.

"That's my point. There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know if, if, if going in and announcing that you two are some supernatural freaks with a, a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?" Dean said and Sam and I look over at him. "So we're freaks now?" Sam and I said and Dean looks over at us then he slaps my thigh.

"You guys have always been freaks." Dean said as he smiles weakly and turns back to the road. "Thanks for the confidence boost, Dean." I said and he glances at me. "You're welcome." He said and I let out a playful scoff as we continued on.

We enter the Roadhouse and pass two men at a table cleaning weapons. Dean almost runs into Jo, who stops, smiling. "Just can't stay away, huh?" Jo asked Dean. "Yeah, looks like. How you doin', Jo?" Dean asked her as Sam goes up to her.

"Where's Ash?" He asked, hurried. "In his back room." Jo replied and Sam and I brush pass her. "Great." I said and we head to the back and approach a rough wooden door with a sign hanging on it that reads:

DR BADASS IS: IN

Sam goes up to the door and knocks on it just as Dean comes up next to us. "Ash? Hey, Ash?" Sam and I called out. "Hey, Dr. Badass?" Dean calls out as he knocks as well.

The door unlatches and opens a crack to reveal Ash, who is naked. Dean and I avert our eyes. "Sam? Dean? (Y/n)? Sam, Dean and (y/n)." Ash said. "Hey Ash. Um. We need your help." Sam said to him. "Well, hell then. Guess I need my pants." Ash said and he shuts the door while Sam, Dean and I go back to the front of the bar.

Ash is sitting at a table with his laptop open, looking at the hand-drawn sketch of the bus logo from mine and Sam's vision. Sam sits across from him as Dean and I stand behind them. "Well, I got a match. It's the logo from the Blue Ridge bus lines in Guthrie, Oklahoma." Ash said. "Okay. Do me a favor - check Guthrie for any demonic signs, or omens, or anything like that." I said to him

"You think the demon's there?" Ash asked me. "Yeah, maybe." Sam and I said in unison. "Why would you think that?" Ash asked us. "Just check it, all right?" Dean said and Ash gives him a look. The boys and I frown at each other as Ash goes back to this computer.

"No, sir, nothing. No demon." Ash said. "All right, try something else for me. Search Guthrie for a house fire. It would be 1983, fire's origin would be a baby's nursery, night of the kid's six month birthday." Sam said. Ash looks at him, startled, and Dean looks around to check for eavesdroppers as I pace slightly.

"Okay, now that is just weird, man. Why the hell would I be looking for that." Ash said as Sam pulls out a beer bottle and sets it next to the laptop. "'Cause there's a PBR in it for ya." He said. "Give me fifteen minutes." Ash said.

Later, Dean and I were sitting at the bar, sipping at our beer, when Dean turns to me. "You doing okay?" He asked me and I let out a heavy sigh. "I don’t know...it’s just...I’m getting this weird feeling about something, but I’m not sure what it is.” I said, unsure. Dean puts his glass down and leans forward a bit, concern etched on his features.

“What do you mean by that? You having another vision?” he asked me. “Something like that.” I said, shrugging. “Is it about me?” Dean said, with a charming smile. I playfully scoff at his attempt and slap his shoulder. “You wish, you goof.” I remarked.

Dean holds his hands up in defense. “Hey, just trying to lighten up the mood.” He said as he puts his hands down, then his face goes back to a serious look. “Anyways, did you see anything else? You saw something Sam didn't, didn't  you?” Dean asked as I bit my lip.

“Besides flashes of a man killing a guy before he blows himself away?” I said then I stop then I let out a shaky breath and continue. “There was another man, but his face was blurry...I couldn’t really see what he looked like, but I know he is the reason for the this man's soon to be death.” I said. "I just...I don't know." I muttered as I place my hands over my face.

"Hey..." Dean said to me as he places his hand over my hand. "We'll get this figured out." He said and I look up at him then gave him a warm smile. I hold his hand and we stare at each other for few seconds then Dean clears his throat. "(Y/n), I uh...I..." He stammers and I furrow my brow in confusion. "What is it, Dean?" I asked, curiously. 

He lowers his gaze for a few moments then looks up at me before he let's out a sigh. "(Y/n)..." he started to say when music begins to play.

I can't fight this feeling any longer. 

And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow. 

What started out as friendship, 

Has grown stronger. 

I only wish I had the strength to let it show. 

I tell myself that I can't hold out forever. 

I said there is no reason for my fear. 

Cause I feel so secure when we're together.

You give my life direction, 

You make everything so clear...

We give each other confused look then turn out heads to see Jo standing next to the jukebox. "What?" She asked us, giving us an innocent look. "REO Speedwagon?" Dean said. "Damn right REO. Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart." Jo said. "He sings it from the hair. There's a difference." I pointed out and Dean chuckles.

"That profile you've got Ash looking for? Your mom died the same way, didn't she? A fire in Sam's nursery? And (y/n), your mom died in a fire in your nursery, too?" Jo asked as I looked down. "Look, Jo, it's kind of a family thing." Dean said to her.

"I could help." Jo said to us. "I'm sure you could. But we've got to handle this one ourselves." Dean said. "Besides, if you went with us, we would become the hunted." I said as I nod towards Ellen, who was at the far end of the bar, cleaning some glasses. Jo gives us a look that said Really? and I shrug just as Sam comes up from behind her.

"We have a match. We've gotta go." Sam said and we nodded at him. "All right, Jo. See you later." Dean said as we get up and follow Sam out of the bar and towards the Impala.

I was sitting in the backseat of the car and that song kept playing in my head. I started to hum it until I started to sing it softly. "I tell myself that I can't hold out forever. I said there is no reason for my fear. 'Cause I feel so secure when we're together. You give my life direction, you make everthing so clear." I sang and as I continue to sing, alittle louder, Dean starts to sing along with me. "And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight. You're a candle in the window on a cold dark winter night. And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might..."

"You guys are kidding, right?" Sam asked and I looked up at him as Dean turns his head to him then back to the road. "I heard the song somewhere, can't get it out of my head, I don't know, man." Dean said and I nod. "Yeah, same here. But I can't help that it's a catcy tune." I said as Sam gives me a look then Dean. "Anyway....Whaddya got?" Dean asked Sam and he looks at the stack of papers on his lap.

"Andrew Gallagher. Born in eighty three, like us." Sam said as he looks over at me. "Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like us." He said as he looks back at me. "You think the demon killed his mom?" Dean asked him. "Sure looks like it." Sam said.

"How did you even know to look for this guy?" Dean asked him. "Every premonition (y/n) and I've had, if they're not about the demon they're about the other kids the demon visited. Like Max Miller, remember him?" Sam said. "Yeah, but Max Miller was a pasty little psycho." Dean said and I rolled my eyes.

"The point is he was killing people. And Sam and I were having the same type of visions about him. And now it could be happening all over again with this Gallagher guy." I said to him. "How do we find him?" Dean asked. "Don't know. No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills - phone, credit, utilities..." Sam said. "Collection agency flags?" I asked. "None in the system." Sam said.

"They just let him take a walk?" Dean asked. "Seems like it. There's a work address from his last W-2, about a year ago. Let's start there." Sam said

"You won't get anything out of Andy, guys. I'm sorry, but they never do." A waitress, Tracy, said as the boys and I stand in a coffee shop, the next morning, in our suits. "They?" I asked her. "You're debt collectors, right? Once in a while they come by. I don't know what Andy says to them, but they never come back." Tracy said to us.

"Actually we're, we're lawyers. Representing his Great Aunt Leta. She passed, God rest her soul, and left Andy a sizable estate." Dean said to her. "Yeah. So are you a friend of his?" Sam asked her. "I used to be, yeah. I don't see much of Andy anymore." She said then a guy turns around from behind her and comes up to us.

"Andy? Andy kicks ass, man." He said. "Is that right?" I asked him as I look at him, and I felt like there was something about him that was a bit off. "Yeah. Andy can get you into anything. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once, it was beautiful, bro." The guy said, smiling.

"How about bussing a table or two, Weber?" Tracy asked him. "Yeah. You bet, boss." Weber said and he walks off and Tracy turns to us. "Look, if you want to find him, try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a barbarian queen painted on the side." She said. "Barbarian queen?" Dean and I said, confused. "She's riding a polar bear. It's kind of hard to miss." She said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

As we make it to Orchard Street, we watch the aforementioned van-with-barbarian-queen, which had an impressive paint job. "I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet." Dean said then he looks at us. "What's wrong?" He asked us. "Nothing." Sam and I said, in unison.

"Guys, you look like you're sucking on a lemon, what's going on?" Dean asked us. "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." Sam replied. "We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, all right? He could be innocent." Dean said.

"Our visions haven't been wrong yet." I said. "What's your point?" Dean asked me. "My point is, Sam and I are one of them." I said to him. "No, you're not." Dean said, shaking his head. "Dean, the demon said he had plans for me and (y/n) and children like us." Sam said. "Yeah?" Dean said.

"Yeah, maybe this is his plan, maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks, maybe we're all supposed to be —" I started to say then Dean talks over me. "What, killers?" He asked us. "Yeah." Sam and I said. "So the demon wants you two out there killing with your minds, is that it? Come on, give me a break. You're not a murderer, guys! You guys don't have it in your bones." Dean said.

"No? Last I checked, we kill all kinds of things." Sam said.  "Those things were asking for it. There's a difference." Dean said and he looks out the window, away from us.

I look out as well and see Andy exiting a building, wearing a pajamas and a long satin robe embroidered with dragons. "Got him." Sam said as a woman in a second-story window waves to Andy, who blows her a kiss.

Andy greets a man on the street, who smiles at him and hands Andy his coffee. Further along, Andy greets Jennings and shakes his hand. "That's him!" Sam and I exclaimed. "That older guy, that's him, that's the shooter." Sam said. "All right, you guys keep on him, I'll stick with Andy. Go." Dean said and Sam and I get out of the car and follows Jennings on foot. 

We watches Jennings from a short distance then his cell phone rings, just like in the vision, and he answers it. "Hello. Yeah." He answers and I see the Blue Ridge bus approach.

Sam and I exchange a look then we cross in front of it towards the sporting goods store. We run up the steps and inside, looking around, then we see the clerk and bystanders from our vision. Sam turns and pulls the fire alarm just as Jennings approaches the store, but hearing the alarm go off he stops, confused, then turns and walks away. 

We leaves the store and go down to the street, where we sees Andy driving by in the Impala. "D-Did you see that?" I asked Sam, who nods, and I take out my phone and dial Dean.

"Dean! Andy's got the Impala!" I said once he answers. "I know! He just sorta asked me for it and I, I let him take it." Dean replied and I stop in my tracks. "I'm sorry, what was that?!" I asked. "He full-on Obi-Wanned me. It's mind control, (y/n)!" Dean said then I look up just as Jennings walks in front of a bus, which slams into him at full speed. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed.

As the paramedics put Jennings into a body bag, Sam and I sit on the curb nearby. Dean crouches behind us, hand on Sam's back and my shoulder. "We kept him out of the gun store. We thought he was okay. We thought he was past it, at least...we should have stayed with him." Sam said, sadly, as I place my hands over my face.

Afterwhile, we start walking down the street and turned a corner to see the Impala parked on the side. "Thank God!" Dean exclaimed, relieved, and we come up to the car. "Oh. I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again." He said and he goes into the car and found the keys.

"Well, at least he left the keys in it." He said. "Yeah. Real Samaritan, this guy." I sneered. "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. Andy must have called him or something." Sam said.

"I don't know, maybe." Dean said, shrugging. "Beg your pardon?" I asked him. "I just don't know if he's our guy." Dean said. "Dean, you had O.J. convicted before he got out of his white Bronco and you have doubts about this?" Sam asked him. "He just doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type, that's all. You know. And O.J. was guilty." Dean said and I nod. "Agreed." I said.

"Either way, how are we going to track this guy down?" Sam asked us. "Not a problem." Dean said after thinking for a moment.

Later, we walk up to Andy's blue van from the back. "Not exactly an inconspicuous ride. Let's have a look." Dean said as he pulls a small crowbar out of his jacket and pries open the back door, which revealed a disco ball, fur rugs, a tiger painted on the wall, several thick books, and an enormous bong.

"Oh. Oh, come on. This is... this is magnificent, that's what this is. Not exactly a serial killer's lair, though. There's no... clown paintings on the walls, or scissors stuck in victims' photos. I like the tiger." Dean said as Sam and I look through the books nearby.

"Hegel, Kant, Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading, Dean." I said and Dean picks up the bong. "Yeah, and uh, and Moby Dick's bong." He said as he holds it and I shair my head.

We were sitting in the parked Impala as Dean was eating something in a foil wrapper while Sam and I study a stack of papers. "Ugh. You know, one day I'd love to just sit down and eat something I didn't have to microwave at a minimart." Dean grumbles.

"What I don't get is the motive. I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean, why would Andy waste him?" I asked the boys, slightly frustrated. "If it is Andy." Dean said. "Dude, enough." Sam said, exasperated.

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

"Well, how the hell would you know? I mean, why are you bending over backwards defending him?" I asked Dean. "'Cause you guys are not right about this." He states, firmly. "About Andy?" Sam and I asked just as we heard someone slam their hands down on the door.

We turn and see Andy appearing at Sam's open window, leaning in. "Hey! You think I haven't seen you three? Why are you following me?" Andy asked us. "Well, we're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed aw-" Sam started to say but Andy interrupts him.

"Tell the truth!" He yells, his voice echoing. "That's what we're -" I started to say but then Dean speaks up. "We hunt demons." He said and Sam and I look at him, shocked. "What?" Andy asked. "Dean!" Sam and I said. "Demons and spirits. Things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam here, he's my brother. And (y/n) is our best friend." Dean said.

"Dean, shut up!" Sam shouts. "I'm trying. He's psychic. Kind of like you. Well, not really like you, but see, they think you're a murderer, and they're afraid that they're going to become one themself, 'cause you're all part of something that's terrible. And, I hope to hell that they're wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared that they might be right." Dean said and Andy looks between us, shocked.

"Okay, you know what? Just leave me alone." He said to us. "Okay." Dean said. "All right?" Andy said and he walks away. Dean cringes, holding his head, as Sam and I get out of the car, following Andy.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he turns to see us coming at him. "Look, I, I said leave me alone." Andy commanded in a demonic voice, but Sam and I continued walking towards him.

"All right? Get out of here, just start driving and never stop." He commands as he backs away from us but we continuing walking towards him. "Doesn't seem to work on us, Andy." Sam said.

"What?" Andy asked. "You can make people do things, can't you? You can tell them what to think." I said as Dean got out of the car. Sam and I hold up a hand, warning him not to come closer.

"Look, tha-- that's crazy." Andy laughs. "It all started about a year ago, didn't it? After you turned twenty-two. Little stuff at first, and then you got better at controlling it." Sam said and Andy looks at him, shocked.

"How do you know all this?" He asked us. "Because the same thing happened to us, Andy. My mom and his mom died in a fire, too. We have abilities too. You see, we're connected, the three of us." I said to him as Andy starts to panic a bit.

"You know what? Just, just, just, just get out of here, all right?!" Andy yells at us but nothing. "Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?" Sam asked. "What?" Andy asked us I get a vision, flash of fire, and a hand holding a gas pump. I cringe as the vision continues in pieces as I try to focus on Andy but I could see that Sam was cringing as well.

"Why did you kill him?" I asked Andy, angrily. "I didn't!" Andy shouts and I cringe again as the vision hits with full force:

A middle-aged blond woman, Holly, with leather gloves and a long black coat is pumping gas into an SUV. Her cell phone rings and she answers. "Hello?" She answers then there was a flash of fire, a man shying away from it. "Sure. I can do that." She said and she hangs up the phone and leans into the car, pressing down the cigarette lighter.

She pulls out the gas pump and starts drenching herself in gasoline. A gas station employee across the way sees her. "Hey! Lady, what are you doing?!" A man yells as she pulls the cigarette lighter out and steps into the open, holding her arms out. "It's gonna be okay." She said and she lowers the cigarette lighter to her drenched arm.

"Lady, no! No!" The man yells and she bursts into flames as the man watches in horror.