² Deception - Dean Winchester

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Jenny covered her nose as the firemen put out the dead woman's body, turning to look at Dean, who was trying to conceal his disgust at the smell.

"Well. Guess it's not Andy." Jenny spoke with an odd voice, Dean nodding. He pulled out his phone, turning away to talk to Sam on the phone.

"Hey, it's me. She's dead. Burned up, just like you said. Like minutes before we got here! I mean the smell hasn't even cleared. What's up with your visions, man? This wasn't even a head start." Jenny looked at Dean, stepping back from the smell as the two started walking. "Listen, you were with Andy when this whole thing went down, so it, it can't be him, it's gotta be somebody else doing this. What else is new? Well, Jen and I'll dig around here, see what else we can find." Dean hung up the phone, gesturing for Jenny to follow him.

"None of it makes sense, Dean. I mean, as far as we're concerned, Andy is the only person that can control what people do." Dean nodded, sucking in a sharp breath, and Jenny fell quiet, thinking.

...

"Alright, thanks Ash." Jenny hung up the phone, shaking her head as Dean pulled up to Andy and Sam.

The two got out of the car, walking over to the others. "What'd you get?" Sam asked, Jenny waving her phone.

"Victim's name was Holly Beckett, forty-one, single." Jenny started, slowly walking to a stop. Sam turned to Andy.

"Who is she?" The stranger shrugged

"Never heard of her."

"Jen called Ash on the way over here; he came up with a little something. Holly Beckett gave birth when she was eighteen years old, back in 1983. Same day you were born, Andy." Dean gestured to Andy, who frowned in shock.

"Andy, were you adopted?" Sam asked, and he nodded.

"You were? And you neglected to mention that?" Dean snapped slightly, and Andy shrugged in defense.

"Never really came up. I mean, I— I never knew my birth parents, and, and like you said my adopted mom died when I was a baby -- do you, do you think this Holly woman could actually be my m—"

"We don't know." Jenny interrupted, shaking her head. "We tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they're hard copy only, sealed in the county office."

"Well, screw that."

...

"Probably shouldn't have left you kids in here." An elderly guard sighed as Andy patted him on the back.

"No, it'll all be fine. All right? Just go get a cup of coffee." Andy smiled and the guard started to leave. Andy raised two fingers in the air, continuing in a dramatic voice. "These aren't the 'droids you're looking for."

Jenny and Dean grinned, overhearing Andy. "Awesome." They mumbled in unison, continuing back to finding the birth certificate.

"I got it." Sam spoke quickly, picking up a slip of paper. "Yeah. Andy, it's true. Holly Beckett was your birth mother. "

"Huh. Does anyone have a Vicodin?" Andy asked as Jenny hummed in amusement.

"Dr. Jennings was her doctor, too, I mean, he oversaw the adoption. You have a solid connection to both of them." Andy's brows raised in surprise.

"Yeah, but I— I didn't kill them."

"We believe you." Jenny spoke up, giving Andy a half-hearted smile.

"But uh, who did?" Dean frowned, looking at Sam

"I think I got a pretty good guess. Holly Beckett gave birth to twins." Everyone looked at each other in surprise, Jenny sighing loudly.