The Demon Within

Simon Says [4]

Rescue and police crews had arrived on the scene.

Andy was talking to three police officers, his stance confident.

Sam was crouching by a wall, a paramedic tending to his shoulder.

Dean and El stood at his side.

"He shot himself. And you all saw it happen," Andy said with a demonic echo.

"Yeah. We did," A policeman agreed

"Look at him. He's getting better at it," Myra noted.

Andy passed an ambulance where Tracy was sitting, a blanket around her shoulders.

Tracy avoided his eyes.

Andy approached Sam, Dean, and El. "She won't even look at me,"

"Yeah, she's pretty shaken up," Sam said

"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. 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?"

"You be good, Andy. Or, we'll be back," Dean said

"Looks like I was right," Sam said as they walked away

"About what?" El asked

"Andy. He's a killer after all,"

"No, he's a hero." Dean said "He saved his girlfriend's life, he saved my life,"

"Bottom line, last night, he wasted somebody,"
"Yeah, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was just, he was pushed into that,"

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

"What's your point, Sam?"

"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,"

"Sam, we don't know what the demon wants, okay?"

El opened her mouth but felt it be forced shut.

"Don't say a word," Myra snapped

"They deserve to know," El argued

"And ruin our chance at revenge,"

"I think you mean your chance,"

"You know, I heard you before, Dean when Andy made you tell the truth. You're just as scared of this as I am," Sam argued.

"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,"

El laughed "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,"

"Yeah, I guess," Sam said doubtfully

Dean's cell rang. He picked it up. "Hello? Ellen. What's going on? Yeah, we'll be right there," Dean looked at El "Yeah, we'll drag her with us,"

"Uh-oh,"

***

Sam, Dean, and El were sitting at the bar, Ellen behind it, and Jo walking around the outside.

"Jo?" Ellen asked

"Hmm?" Jo said

"Go pull up another case of beer,"

"Mom..."

"Now. Please,"

As Jo left, Ellen leaned on the bar in front of Sam, Dean, and El.

"So. You uh, you want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?" Ellen asked

"No. Not really. No offense, it's just kind of a family thing," Dean told her

"Not anymore." Ellen dropped a stack of papers "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?"

"Yeah, we think so," Sam replied

"Sam..." Dean warned

"Why?" Ellen asked

"None of your business,"

"You mind your tongue with me, boy. 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,"

"There are people out there, like Andy Gallagher, like me." Sam explained "And um...we all have some kind of ability,"

"Ability?"

Dean rolled his eyes, uncomfortable.

"Yeah. Psychic ability. 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?"

"We don't really know for sure,"

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

"No. Not all of them," El inputted.

"But some are. Some are very dangerous," Sam added

"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," El blurted

"What?"

"Weber? Or Ansem Weems, or whatever his name is-I looked at his files, and there was no house fire. There's nothing out of the ordinary,"

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

"And so who knows how many of 'em are really out there?" Dean said.

Jo was standing behind Ellen.

"Jo honey?" Ellen called out

"Yeah?" Jo asked

"You'd better break out the whiskey instead," Ellen looked at the boys "You boys go wash up...just need to have a word with El here,"

"She knows...we should kill her,"

"If we kill her how will we explain it to the boys and Jo?!" when El heard nothing but silence she sighed "What's up Ellen?"

"The boys did see Ash on their little escapade..." Ellen placed the papers in front of her "but I got these from your room, so answer me what do you have to do with this Yellow-Eyed Demon mess?"

"It's complicated..." El said as she took the papers and turned to leave

"El.."

"Leave it alone!" El shouted at her, but only after she shout did her eyes fill with fear that she ran from the room.