Fatal (Winchester Sister 2)

Simon Said

"You know, one day I'd love to just sit down and eat something I didn't have to microwave at a minimart," Dean complained, throwing his foil wrapper in the backseat with me.

We were now sitting in the Impala in the alleyway that I got rid of Andy. They argued back and forth about Andy's motive to remove the doctor from the land of the living and if it actually was Andy who killed the guy.

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

"'Cause you're not right about this," Dean said.

"About Andy?"

Suddenly, a wild Andy appeared at the passenger side window, causing Sam to jump. "Hey! You think I haven't seen you guys? Why are you following me?!" he demanded.

I sighed, "they're lawyers. A relative of yours has passed aw-"

"Tell the truth!" he yelled.

"That's what I'm-"

"We hunt demons," Sam blurted. He then sat as still as he could and tried not to fall under Andy's spell.

"What?" Andy asked, stunned.

"Demons and spirits. Things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam here, he's my brother and that's Emerson, our sister."

"Dean, shut up!" I exclaimed.

"I'm trying. She's psychic. Kind of like you. Well, not really like you, but see, she thinks you're a murderer, and she's afraid that she's going to become one himself, 'cause you're all part of something that's terrible. And, I hope to hell she's wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared that she might be right."

"Okay. You know what? Just leave. Me. Alone," Andy ordered.

"Okay," Dean complied quickly. holding his head painfully in his hands.

I got out and followed Andy towards the end of the alley. He backed away cautiously, tripping over a stack of wooden crates next to an abandoned, rusty pickup truck. "What are you doing? Look, I said just leave me alone. Just get in that car, little girl, keep driving and never stop."

I smiled, "doesn't seem to work on me, Andy.'

"What?" he asked, bewildered.

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

I put my hand to Sam and Dean, warning them not to come any further.

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

"It all started about a year ago, didn't it? 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-" Andy stammered before throwing his hands towards me. "Just get out of here, all right?!"

The familiar pain prickled through my nerves for just a quick second. I ignored it. "Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?"

"What?!"

The burning pain disappeared before coming back harder than it ever has. I crumpled to the ground and held my head, breathing heavily to soothe the agony.

A middle-aged woman, wearing leather gloves and a long black trenchcoat, pumps gas into her SUV. Her cell phone plays her ringtone within the vehicle; she leaves the pump unattended as she answers. "Hello?"