Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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"Blech," Dean groaned, tossing the wrapper of a cheeseburger into the backseat. It landed by my feet on the floorboard, making me roll my eyes. "You know, one day I'd love to just sit down and eat something I didn't have to microwave at a Minimart."
"What I don't get is motive," Sam stated, staring down at the papers in his hands. "The doctor was squeaky clean. Why would Andy waste him?"
"Sometimes people murder for fun...?" I suggested.
"If it is Andy," Dean corrected.
"Dude, enough," Sam said, exasperated.
"What?"
"The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus. Andy just happens to have the power of mind control," Sam continued. "You do the math."
"It is kind of suspicious," I admitted.
"I just don't think the guy has it in him," Dean stated.
"How the hell would you know?" Sam asked. "Why are you bending over backwards defending him?"
"'Cause you're not right about this."
"About Andy?"
"About all of it," I corrected.
"Hey!" Andy leaned down at Sam's window. He had short brown hair and eyes a similar color. "You think I haven't seen you three? Why are you following me?"
"Well, we're lawyers. A relative of yours has--" Sam began.
"Tell the truth," Andy cut him off.
"That's what--"
"We hunt demons," Dean spit out.
Sam and I looked at him, both wide-eyed.
"What?" Andy asked.
"Demons and spirits," Dean continued. "Things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam's my brother. Ria's my girlfriend, but she doesn't like it when I say that because she doesn't like to admit she likes me a little bit. And she's a witch, but not a very good one."
"Dean, shut up," Sam hissed.
"Be quiet, you whore." I slapped his shoulder.
"I'm trying," Dean mumbled. "He's psychic, like you," he told Andy. "Well, not really like you. But, see, he thinks you're a murderer, and he's afraid he's gonna become one himself 'cause you're all part of something that's terrible. And I hope to hell that he's wrong, but I'm starting to get scared he might be right."
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked.
"Just leave me alone," Andy demanded.
"Okay." Dean nodded before pressed the heel of his palm to his forehead, groaning almost as if in pain.
