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5.2 Enough Cream And Sugar To Give Someone Diabetes

We were driving down the road, I was playing with Salem in the back seat but froze when I heard Dean singing in the driver's seat. 

"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…"

I slowly leaned forwards between the seats and shared a look with Sam before looking back at our older brother.

"You're kidding, right?" Sam asked.

"I heard the song somewhere, I can't get it out of my head, I don't know, man," Dean said, shaking his head as I smirked. "And you wonder why I call you Tweety," I teased.

Dean scoffed, "Yeah, well Tweety is better than Daffy Duck." He said really doing a tileable Daffy Duck.

I let out a small laugh while Sam scoffed. Dean glanced at the papers that were on Sam's lap before back on the road, "Whaddya got?"

Sam looked back at the papers, "Andrew Gallagher. Born in '83, like me. Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like me."

"You think the demon killed his Mom?" I asked softly.

"Sure looks like it," Sam said. "How did you even know to look for this guy?" Dean asked. "Every premonition I've had, if they're not about the demon they're about the other kids the demon visited," Sam said. "Like Max Miller, remember him?"

"Yeah, but Max Miller was a pasty little psycho," Dean protested.

"The point is he was killing people," Sam said. "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?" Dean asked.

"Don't know," Sam replied. "No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills ─phone, credit, money on all his bills ─phone, credit, utilities…"

"Collection agency flags?" I suggested.

Sam shook his head, "None in the system." Dean frowned, "They just let him take a walk?" He asked.

"Seems like it," Sam said. "There's a work address from his last W-2, about a year ago. Let's start there."

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I got woken up by a slap in the face. I shot up and groaned "Got her," I heard Salem say as I started rubbing my face. "How many times do I have to say Salem, don't slap me to wake me up." 

"If it makes you feel better we tried everything," I looked up the see Dean, my door was open and he was kneeling down, wearing a suit.

"At least it wasn't water," I muttered before sitting up, "What time is it anyway?"

"Morning. You wanna come grab a drink with us?" He asked and I nodded with a yawn. He got up and let me and Salem jump out before he shut the door. 

I saw Sam walking over, fixing his tie and nodded to us, "Ready?" He asked before leading us to a coffee shop.

We got a table and Dean ordered three coffees, which I needed few much. After that, a pretty blonde waitress headed over, pouring up the coffee. "Hey, uh, Tracy," Sam started as he read  her nametag.

"Yeah?" She asked, smiling kindly.

"We're looking for Andrew Gallagher," He informed. "You won't get anything out of Andy, guys. I'm sorry, but they never do," She said.

"They?"

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

"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.

"Yeah," Sam agreed.

Tracy looked at me with a frown, "And you are?"

"Hoping to land this internship," I informed crossing my fingers, "It would look great on my college applications," She smiled at me and gave a nod understanding. "So are you a friend of Andy?"

"I used to be, yeah. I don't see much of Andy anymore," She told me. "Andy?" A man asked sitting opposite us. "Andy kick ass, man."

"Is that so?" I asked.

"Yeah. Andy can get you into anything. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once, it was beautiful, babe," He said.

"How about bussing a table or two, Weber?" Tracy said, placing a hand on her hip. Weber looked between us before standing up, "Yeah. You bet, boss."

She turned back to us after he left and we chuckled, "Look, if you want to find him, try Orchard Street," She informed. "Just look for a van with a barbarian queen painted on the side."

"Barbarian queen?" Dean asked. "She's riding a polar bear. It's kind of hard to miss," She said.

After we finished the coffee, which I added enough cream and sugar to give someone diabetes, we left the shop after thanking Tracy and climbed back into the Impala and looked for the van.

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We were staring at a van across the street. "I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet," Dean complimented and smiled.

I was leaning forwards between the seats. He looked back at out brother and he frowned, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Sam said as I looked at him seeing his face say something else. "Dude, you look like a baby being forced to eat lemons, what's the matter?" I asked.

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

"Hey until we meet this Andrew Gallagher we don't jump to conclusions. For all we know he could be innocent," I suggested.

"My visions haven't been wrong yet," Sam shot back.

"What's your point?" Dean and I asked at the same time, making us both look at each other before looking back at our brother.

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

"No, you're not," Dean disagreed. "Dean, the demon said he had plans for me and children like me," Sam said. "Yeah?" Dean asked. "Yeah, maybe this is his plan, maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks, maybe we're all supposed to be --''

"What, killers?" I cut Sam off.

"Yeah."

"So the demon wants you out there killing with your minds, is that is?" Dean asked. "Come on, give me a break. You're not a murderer, Sam! You don't have it in your bones."

"No? Last I checked, I kill all kinds of things," Sam pointed out. "Those things were asking for it. Besides, I'm here to keep you two sane." I said.

"Says the girl that talks to her cat," Dean muttered as I hit his shoulder. "Leave Salem out of this,"

"Where is the little devil?" Dean asked looking over the seat. "Checking the van out to make sure no demons are eavesdropping on out little case." I said looking out the window. Soon after that, we saw Andy walking out a building, wearing pajamas with a long satin robe embroidered with dragons. "Got him," Sam said.

A woman in a second-story window in lingerie waved to Andy, who blow her a kiss. We watched as he said hello to a man on the street, who smiled and gave him his coffee before walking off. Andy walked down a bit more before a larger man shook his hand.

Sam sat up straighter, "That's him. That older guy, that's him, that's the shooter," He informed. "Alright, you and Carm keep on him, I'll stick with Andy. Go," Dean ordered. 

Sam and I got out of the Impala and followed the man. I looked back to see the Impala driving after the van and then looked back at the man as we followed.

Suddenly, the man stopped and so did we, looking at each other like we were gonna talk as the man pulled out his phone that was ringing and answered it. 

"Salem, get closer to him," I whispered to myself hoping he was nearby. Sam looked over my shoulder and then back at me, "Come on," He said wrapping his arm around me before we crossed the front of a bus and walked towards a sporting goods store.

We walked inside and looked around. "What is it?" I asked noticing his face. "It's where the man is going to come in," He informed and his eyes stopped on someone, "This guy that reading the magazine?"

I followed his gaze to the clerk, "Is he the that's gunna die?" I asked.

"Not if we stop it," Sam said before looking up the door we came from. "Got it." He pulled the fire alarm.

We walked out just as the man was about to walk in but stopped. He turned around and walked away. Sam and I walked down the street, nodding towards Salem to follow before looking at the road.

I stopped dead in my tracks and watched with my jaw dropped seeing the Impala, but it wasn't Dean driving it. It sure as hell wasn't Salem.

It was Andy Gallagher.

Sam and I shared a shocking and confused look before looking back at Impala as it drove past us. Sam quickly pulled out his phone when it rang and answered it, "Dean! Andy's got the Impala!" Sam said but then frowned, "You what?"

I frowned before looking back to the road just to see the man walking in front of a bus, it slammed into him at full speed. My breath got caught in my throat as my eyes widen, and they couldn't look away.

There wasn't anyway to save that man.