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Episode: Season 2 Episode 5

Part: 3

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

Enjoy!

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~Street~

As paramedics put Dr. Jennings' into a body bag, Sam and (M/n) sat on the curb nearby. (M/n) had his knees to his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs. Dean crouched behind his brother, hand on his back.

"I kept him out of the gun store. I thought he was okay. I thought he was past it, at least....I should have stayed with him."

~Diner~

Weber was busing dishes when Andy entered, looking upset.

"Andy! Whassup, dog?" He raised a hand to high-five Andy, who ignored him and heads for Tracy.

"Andy! What are you doing here?" The girl asked.

"Doctor Jennings....he's dead."

"Oh no, I'm sorry."

"I don't know. I. I was. I was upset, and I wanted to see you."

Tracy put her hands on Andy's. "Well, I'm glad you did. I um, I missed you. Oh, you know what? Some guys were here this morning looking for you."

"What guys?"

~Street~

As the boys approached a street, they saw the Impala. Dean ran over to the car. "Thank god! Oh. I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again. Well, at least he left the keys in it."

"Yeah. 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."

"The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus. Andy must have called him or something."

"I just don't know if he's out guy, Sam." Dean said.

"Dean, you had O.J. convicted before he got out of his white Bronco and you have doubts about this?"

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

"Who's O.J.?" The demon asked, very confused.

"I'll explain him to you later." The oldest said.

~Time skip to another street~

The boys approached Andy's blue van from the back.

"Not exactly an inconspicuous ride. Let's have a look." Dean pulled out a small crowbar out of his jacket and pries open the back door. There was a disco ball, fur rugs, a tiger painted on the wall, several think 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 painting on the walls, or scissors stuck in victim's photos. I like the tiger."

"I think I fucked a dude in a van like this...." The demon said, looking around.

"Hegel, Kant, Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading." Sam was looking at the books.

"Yeah, and uh, and Moby Dick's bong."

~Vacant lot~

Dean, Sam, and (M/n) were sitting in the parked Impala. Dean was eating something in a foil wrapper, Sam studies a stack of papers, and (M/n) was in the back with his eyes closed.

"Ugh. You know, one day I'd love to just sit downa nd eat something I didn't have to microwave at a minimart."

"Dude, enough."

"What?"

"The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus. Andy just happens to have the power of mind control. You do the math."

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

"Well, how the hell you know? I mean, why are you bending over backwards defending him?"

"Cause you're not right about this.:

"About Andy?"

Andy appears suddenly as Sam's open window, slamming his hands down, startling the boy in the back "awake".

"Hey! You think I haven't seen you three? Why are you following me?"

The last sentence reverberates strangely, Dean looks stunned.

"Well, we're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed aw-" Sam began.

"Tell the truth!"

"We hunt demons." Dean said.

"What?"

"Dean!" (M/n) yelled.

"Demons and sprits. Things your worst nightmares wouldn't touch. Sam here, he's my brother. And (M/n) in the back? He's a demon, a Knight of Hell in fact. His real name is (D/n)."

"Dean, shut up!" Sam yelled, (M/n) just looked at the man surprised.

"I'm trying, He's psychic. Kind of like you. Well, not really like you, but see, he thinks you're a murderer, and he's afraid he's going to become one himself, 'cause you're all part of something that 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." He used a demonic voice for the end.

"Okay."

"All right?" The man walked away.

Dean cringed, holding his head, (M/n) disappeared and showed up in front of Andy.

"What are you doing? Look, I, I said leave me alone." He used his demonic voice again. "All right? Get out of here, just start driving and never stop."

"Doesn't work on me, Andy." (M/n) said.

Sam came up, "Or me."

"What?"

"You can make people do things, can't you? You can tell them what to think. " Sam said.

Dean has gotten out of the car, Sam holds up a hand, warning him not to come closer.

"Look, that-" Andy laughed.. "That's crazy."

"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."

"How do you know all this?"

"Because the same thing happened to me, Andy. 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!?!"

(M/n) grabbed Andy by the neck and lifted him up, his eyes going black. "Why are you doing this?" He asked.

Andy started to panic. "What?! Let me go!"

Sam gets a vision, flash of fire, and a hand holding a gas pump. He cringes. The vision continues in pieced as he tries to focus on Andy and (M/n)

"Why did you kill him?"

"I didn't!" He was still struggling.

Sam cringes as the vision goes full force. (M/n) let go of the man's neck, still had his jacket so he didn't run. Eyes still black.