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5.4 Welcome To The Adopted Club

When we reached the records office, Andy lead an elderly security guard to the exit as Dean, Sam, and I started searching through the birth records. 

"Probably shouldn't have let you kids in here," The man said. "No, it'll all be fine. Alright? Just go get a cup of coffee," Andy reassured and raised his hand, waving it slightly. "These aren't the droids you're looking for."

Dean and I looked at each other, grinning widely, "Awesome," we said at the same time and he placed a box on the table where Sam was sitting.

"I got it," Sam announced as Andy walked over towards my side. "Yeah?" Dean said as he leaned on the box. "Yeah," Sam confirmed and Andy sat down beside him. "Andy, it's true. Holly Beckett was your birth."

Andy let out a scoff in disbelief, "Welcome to the adopted club," I said earning glares from both my older brothers.

"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 explained. "Yeah, but I, I didn't kill them," Andy protested. "We believe you," Dean assured, making Sam look at him before nodding. "Yeah."

"Yeah, the million dollar question is who did?" I asked.

"I think I got a pretty good guess," Sam informed and swallowed, "Holly Beckett gave birth to twins."

Andy's eyes suddenly grew wide and his jaw dropped in shock. "I can't relate on that part..at least I don't think I can. Can I" I whispered that last part towards my brothers. Sam gave me his infamous bitch face well Dean shrugged his shoulders.

Dean went and stood by a printer nearby while I went to sit on the table and Sam stood up, walking around with the papers. We knew Andy needed some time after finding out about his real mother, and not to mention the twin brother. "I have an evil twin," Andy spoke in disbelief.

"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 informed, stopping beside me.

"Andy, how you doin'? Still with us?" Dean asked, trying to lighten up the mood slightly.

"Um─ What was my brother's name?" Andy asked, shaking his head slightly as he dropped his hands back. "Here. Um, Ansen Weems," Sam replied and Andy shook his head, telling us he didn't know that name. "And he's got a local address."

"He─ He lives here?" Andy asked.

"Let's get a look at him," Dean said. "Got his picture coming off from the DMV right now." I watched my brother pulling some papers out of the printer and looked at them in surprise as he walked back to us.

Sam and I looked over at the papers with a frown brow before my eyes grew wide as I saw the picture on the side. It was the waiter from the cafe, the one who couldn't say anything bad about Andy. 

"Hate to kick you while you're freaked. Take a look at that," Dean said and handed one of the pages to Andy. He read it and then looked up at us in shock before we all quickly grabbed our things and headed to the Impala.

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"Alright, Andy. Tell us everything you know about this guy." Sam said as the Impala drove the darkly lit road.

"Well, I mean, not much. I...Weber shows up one day, eight months ago? Acting like he's my best friend in the world. Kinds weird, like, trying too hard, you know?"

I saw Sam's face starting to cringe as he started rubbing his eyes. "Must have known you guys were twins. Why did he change his name? Why not just tell you the truth?" Dean asked.

"No idea," Andy replied.

"Aah!" Sam cried and I jumped forward, "Sammy?" I called, grabbing onto his shoulder while Dean looked between him and the road. "Sam?" Sam let out a cry in pain, clenching his hands onto his face and hair before moving his hands to the door, struggling to open it.

"Sam? Sam! Sam!" Dean called.

He stopped the Impala as Sam shoved the door open, leaning out. I quickly climbed out of the back seat as Dean climbed out of the driver seat and rushed around the car to Sam's side with me. I grabbed his arm lightly, "Hey. Talk to us," Sam breathed heavily and Andy climbed out from my side. "What's going on? Are you okay?" He asked my brother.

"Weber- He's gonna kill someone tonight," Sam informed, breathed out. 

"Who?" Dean asked. Sam looked between the three of us and swallowed, "That waitress─Tracy."

We to the bridge where Sam saw where Tracy was going to die and me and my brothers climbed out of the car, heading to the trunk.

"Dean, Carmen, you two should stay back," Sam said. "No argument here. Had my head screwed with enough for one day," Dean comment as he opened the trunk. "You can't just go by yourself," I told Sam, shaking my head.

"I'll be alright, don't worry," He said, grabbing two handguns from a bag. Andy climbed out of the back seat as Sam was just about to step forward. "I'm coming with you," He said.

Sam shook his head, "Andy no,"

"If it's Tracy out there...then I'm coming," Andy declared. "We're not together anymore but she is still my friend." Andy and Sam walked off towards the bridge, leaving me and my older brother alone.

I leaned against the Impala as Dean grabbed a sniper rifle. I smirk crossing my arms, "We aren't gunna stay back right?" He looked at me and smirked as he closed the trunk, "Of course not," He said. "I'll get Salem," I muttered walking towards the front of the Impala.

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We went for higher ground in the woods. We crouched down seeing the bridge. I narrowed my eyes, trying to look; Sam looked like he was lying on the ground with a black cat in front of him. While Andy and Weber were talking, and Tracy was standing on the edge of the bridge.

I looked back at Dean to see him lining up a shot with his rifle, staring at them through the scope. Suddenly, he moved the scope away from his eye with a frown but his eyes grew wide.

"Hey, what is it?" I whispered.

Then, he turned and aimed the rifle at me as my eyes quickly grew wider. "Dean!" He looked between me and the gun, "I can't stop," he said fighting his finger that was edging towards the trigger.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang through the air, making me jump. The, Dean blinked, moving the rifle from him and putting it down. "Happy I didn't shoot you, shorty?" I let out a sigh in relief before looking back at the bridge to see Weber on the ground as Andy held a gun.

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It was early by the time medicas and police arrived on the bridge. Dean and I were leaning on a wall, Sam was on the floor as a paramedic tended to his shoulder. While the three of us were watching Andy, who was talking to three police officers, his confident.

"He shot himself. And you all saw it happen."

"Look at him. He's getting better at it," Sam said softly as the paramedic left.

Andy turned and started to walk over to us but stopped when he saw Tracy in an ambulance, a blanket around her shoulders. He gave her a soft small smile but she avoided his eyes, making his face slightly to fall but he continued walking towards us.

Dean pushed away from the wall as Sam got up. I swooped Salem up who was hiding behind me. Andy approached us, looking down, "She won't even look at me."

"Yeah, she's uh, she's gonna be pretty shaken up," I said.

Andy shook his head, "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."

"Hey, Andy, I hate to do this, but um, we have to get out of here," Sam informed softly making Andy's sad eyes looked towards me and Salem. "Here," Sam continued pulling a piece of paper out and handing it to him. "I wrote down my cell. You don't have to be alone in this, alright? If anything comes up, just call me."

"What am I supposed to do now?" Andy asked.

"You be good, Andy. Or we'll be back," Dean warned, slightly teasing. My brothers started to walk away but I stayed as Salem looked at me confused.

He shoved the paper into his jacket pocket as he let out a sigh. "So...I guess this is it, huh?" I shrugged, "Can I ask you to do something?" I asked. He looked at me nodding a little. "Can you try that mind thing on me?"

"You want him to do what?"

"You what me to do what?" 

"Just once I just wanna see what would happen," I said shrugging a little. He looked down before looking back up. "You're sure about this?"

"I wouldn't have asked, would I?" I asked he looked at me straight in the eyes for a bit. I didn't say anything, everything was normal. He frowned, "Are you sure you're adopted?" He asked.

I nodded slowly, "I guess your mind trick just doesn't work on me?" I remarked, letting out a small chuckle. He let out a laugh, "Guess so," 

"Carm, let's go," Dean called.

"I'm coming," I called back over my shoulder. I smirked lightly, "I guess I'll have to ask you about those drinks next time," he joked.

"I'll have to think about it," I said with a smirk and he smiled. "I bet I can read your mind?" I said walking slowly towards him. "Really?" He asked I nodded slowly as our faces were inches apart. "And it will never happen," I whispered before quickly turning around before walking away.

"That was not how I thought it was going," I smirked lightly hearing Salem. But my smirked quickly fell seeing my brothers look. "Really Carmen?" Dean asked.

"What he's not the evil one," I said walking past them. Sam let out a chuckle, shaking his head as he watched. "And it's not like I actually kissed the guy,"

"Doesn't matter next guy I'm shooting him," He warned. "What you can have fun but I can't?" I asked.

"Yes, that's completely right," Dean replied as I looked towards Sam. "Hey, for once I'm with him," He said pointing towards our older brother who grinned. I rolled my eyes, opening my back door. "You two can be a royal pain," I remarked before setting Salem in.

Dean scoffed, "Fine, in 20 years we'll let you do whatever the hell you want." He said. 

My jaw dropped, "I'll be 35," I shot back in disbelief.

"I knew you would understand," He said before climbing into the front seat. "I am so killing him in is sleep," I said to Sam who smiled before we both climbed in.

"Looks like I was right." He said letting out a sigh. "About what?" Dean asked. "Andy. He's a killer after all," Sam said.

"No, he's a hero. He saved his ex-girlfriend's life, saved Carm's life," Dean pointed out. "Bottom line, last night, he wasted somebody," Sam said.

"Sure, but he isn't foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He got pushed into it," I said thinking about what just happened.

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

"Sammy, what's your point?" I asked softly.

"Right circumstances, everyone's capable of murder. Everyone. You know, maybe that's what the demon's doing. Pushing us. Finding ways to break us," He stated. "Sam, we don't know what the demon wants, okay? Quit worrying about is," Dean said.

"You know, I heard you before, Dean, when Andy made you tell the truth. You're just as scared of this as I am and I know that Carmen is too," Sam pointed out.

"That was mind control! I mean, it's like, like, that's like being roofied, man, that doesn't count," Dean said.

"What?"

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

"Dude, what are we, seven?" I asked, scoffing.

"Doesn't matter," He said and then glanced at Sam before back at the road, "Look, we've just gotta keep doing what we're doing, find that evil son of a bitch and kill it."

"Yeah, I guess," Sam muttered.

Suddenly, Dean's phone rang and he pulled it out. Answering it as he continued to drive, "Hello?"

"Eye's on the road," I scolded. "Shut up," He said to me with a smirk as she glanced at me in the mirror before looking back at the road, "Ellen. What's going on?" He asked. "Yeah, we'll be right there."

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After a bit, we reached the Roadhouse. I sat in the middle of the bar with Sam and Dean to my side. Ellen was behind the bar and Jo walked around after cleaning a table close to us.

"Jo?" Ellen started, wiping her hands with a rag.

"Hmm?"

"Go pull up another case of beer," Ellen ordered. Jo gave her a look, "Mom─"

"Now," Ellen said, dropping the rag on the counter. "Please." Jo let out a sigh but nodded anyway and walked past us.

Ellen leaned on the bar in front of me and my brothers, "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 stated. "Not anymore," Ellen shot back and reached to the side to pull something. She dropped a stack of papers on the bar and I looked down at them. "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?"

"We think so," I replied slowly. "Carmen," Dean warned. "Why?" Ellen questioned. "None of your business," Dean said.

She gave him a look, "You mind your tongue with me, boy," She warned. "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."

Dean looked away before back and let out a small sigh. "There are people out there, like Andy Gallagher, like me. And um...we all have some kind of ability," Sam informed.

"Ability?" Ellen repeated with a frown.

"Yeah. Psychic ability," Sam said. I glanced at Dean to see he rolled his eyes, shaking his head lightly. "Me, I have, um, I have visions. Premonitions. I don't know, it's, it's different for everybody. The demon said he had plans for people like us."

"What kind of plans?" She asked.

"We don't, we don't really know for sure, at least." I informed. "These people out there, these psychics- they're dangerous?" She asked.

"No. Not all of them," Dean said. "But some are. Some are very dangerous," Sam said. "Okay, how many of them are we looking at?" Ellen asked.

"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," Dean explained.

"That's not true," Sam disagreed quietly. Dean and I looked at him, "What?" We asked at the same time. 

"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 informed as Jo came back. "Which breaks pattern. So if there's any others like him, there'd be nothing in the system. No way to track 'em all down," Ellen said.

"So we don't know how many of 'em are really out there?" I said.

"Jo honey?" Ellen said. "Yeah?" Jo replied. Ellen looked at each of us, "You'd better break out the whiskey instead."