Will sighed as she helped wrap Sam's cast before he got into the shower, turning and twisting the knob for the hot water.

"I still don't understand why I can't heal you with my blood," Will pouted, helping Sam get his shirt off. Sam chuckled.

"It's just a broken wrist, It'll heal in no time," he assured her, kissing her forehead. Will nodded in defeat.

"Okay. You should be good from here, right?" Will asked him as she walked towards the door. Sam grabbed her by the waist with his good hand and pulled her into his, kissing her neck, causing her to giggle in surprise.

"I don't know. I think I might need some help washing up," he told her seductively, nipping at her sweet spot. Will gasped, before she chuckled and leaned up to kiss his lips.

"If you say so, Winchester," she laughed seductively, wrapping her arms around his neck as he moved his hand up her shirt.

~~~~~~~~~~

"I don't know, Man. Why don't we just chill out, think about this?" Dean suggested after another one of Sam's psychic episodes as they drove down the road  in the night. This all happened after Sam and Will had their shower.

Sam shut off the radio, "What's there to think about?"

"Just don't know if going to the roadhouse is the smartest idea," Dean defended.

"Dean, it's another premonition. I know it," Sam denied, "This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where. Plus, it could have some connection with the demon. They always do."

"That's why we're uncertain about this, Sam. There's gonna be hunters there. We don't know if going there and announcing it will cause a problem, Sammy," Will tried to calm him down. Sam scoffed.

"So, I'm a freak now?" he asked. Will rolled her eyes.

"That's not what I meant."

"Yeah, you've always been a freak," Dean joked, causing Sam and Will to glare at him, "Geez, tough crowd."

***

As they entered the Roadhouse, Dean immediately was stopped by Joe.

"You just can't stay away, can you?" she smiled at him. Dean chuckled.

"Yeah, looks like. How you doing, Joe?"

"Where's Ash?" Sam cut Dean off.

"In his back room," Joe answered.

"Great," Sam nodded as he quickly walked off.

"And I'm fine," Joe added, watching as Sam rushed off. Will rolled her eyes as he gave Joe a smile.

"Good to see you, girly. I'll go make sure the sasquatch doesn't get himself killed," he sighed as she followed her boyfriend.

Will walked down the hall to see Sam knocking on a door that had the sign "Dr. Badass Is In."

"Ash?" Sam called. When there wasn't an answer, he knocked again, "Hey, Ash?"

Will stood next to him, but soon backed away quickly when she caught a whiff of the scent of the room.

"Oh, gross," she cringed as she plugged her nose. Dean looked at her confused as he knocked on the door.

"What?" he asked, before called, "Hey, Dr. Badass?"

The door soon opened, but Will quickly turned when she saw that the man was naked.

"Sam? Dean? Will?" he asked, before sniffing his nose, "Sam, Dean and Will."

"Hey, Ash, um, we need your help," Sam told the man, pulling Will away from the doorway view so she wouldn't accidentally catch a glimpse.

"Hell, then, guess I need my pants." With that, Ash closed the door quickly.

The three hunters were quick to get away from the room.

***

"So, I got a match. It's the logo for the Blue Ridge bus lines. Guthrie, Oklahoma," Ash stated as she looked at his computer.

"Okay, do me a favor, check Guthrie for any demonic signs or omens or anything like that," Sam told Ash.

"You think the demon is there?" Ash asked.

Will nodded, "Yeah, maybe."

"Why would you think that?" Ask asked.

"Just check it, all right?" Dean said as she walked over. Ash nodded and did as she said.

"No, sir, nothing. No demon."

Sam nodded uneasily, "All right, try something else for me. Search Guthrie for a house fire. It would be 1983. Fire's origin would be a baby's nursery. Night of the kid's sixth month birthday."

Ash looked at him weirdly, while Will sighed as she realized how odd that sounded.

"Okay, now that is just weird, man. Why the hell would I be looking for that?" Ash asked Sam skeptically.

Will grabbed a beer and put it in front of Ash, "'Cause there's a PBR in it for you."

"Give me fifteen minutes," Ash quickly answered as she typed away at his computer.

After a while, they got the leads they needed and then they were on the road.

***

"And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight. You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night. And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might," Dean sang with no music in the car. Sam and Will listened awkwardly until Sam couldn't take it anymore.

"You're kidding, right?" he asked his brother. Dean stopped instantly.

"I heard the song somewhere. I can't get it out of my head. I don't know, man, what do you got?"

Will laughed as she looked at the papers Ash gave them.

"Andrew Gallagher," she answered, "Born in '83, like Sam. Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like Sam."

"You think the demon killed his mom?" Dean asked. Will nodded.

"Sure looks like it."

"How did you even know to look for this guy?" Dean asked.

"Every premonition I've had, if they're not about the demon, they're about the other kids the demon visited. Like Max Miller, remember him?" Sam explained.

"Yeah, but Max Miller was a basic little psycho," Dean defended.

"Point is he was killing people, and I was having the same type of visions about him. And now it could be happening all over again with this Gallagher guy."

"How do we find him?" Dean asked.

"I don't know," Sam sighed, "No current addresses, no current employment. Still owes money on all his bills-- phone, credit, utilities."

"Collection agency flags?" Dean asked. Will shook her head.

"Not in the system," she answered.

"They just let him take a walk?" Dean raised a brow. Will shrugged.

"Seems like it. There's a work address from his last W-2 about a year ago. Start there?" Will asked. Dean nodded and sped up on the gas pedal.

***

That morning, the three went to the coffee shop Andrew last worked at, dressed in their suits. The waitress poured them coffee as she said,

"You won't get anything out of Andy, guys. I'm sorry, but they never do."

"They?" Will asked confused.

"You're debt collectors, right? Once in a while, they come by. I don't know what Andy says to them,  but they never come back."

The three hunters nodded.

"Actually, we're lawyers representing his great-aunt Lita," Dean lied, "She passed-- god rest her soul-- but left Andy a sizeable estate."

"Yeah," Sam nodded in agreement, "So, are you a friend of his?"

"I used to be, yeah," she nodded, "I don't see much of Andy anymore."

"Andy?" a man states as he walks by, "Andy kicks ass, man."

"Is that right?" Will asked. The man looked at Will up and down and smirked.

"Damn straight, pretty lady," he winked. Sam coughed loudly, getting the man's attention, "Andy can get you into anything. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once. It was beautiful. I'm sure I can show you sometime, Missy."

Sam's jaw clenched as he reached for Will's hand and squeezed it. Will's held back a smirk as he did.

"How about busting a table or two, Webber?" the waitress snaps at the man. Webber nods.

"Yeah, you bet, boss." With that, he walked off.

"Look, if you want to find him, try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with the barbarian queen painted on the side."

"Barbarian queen," Will repeated slowly.

"She's riding a polar bear. It's kind of hard to miss."

***

As they pulled up across the street from Andy, Dean caught a glimpse of his van.

"I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet," Dean stated, causing the couple to roll their eyes. Dean turned to see the look Sam was giving, "What's wrong?"

Sam shook his head, "Nothing."

"Sam, you look like you're watching gay porn, what is it?" Will asked, causing Dean to give her a weird look, "What?"

"This Andrew Gallagher. He's the second guy like this we've found, Dean," Sa explained, ignoring Will's comment, "Demon came to them when they were kids. Now, they're killing people."

"We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is. Could be innocent," Dean shrugged.

"My visions haven't been wrong yet," Sam defended.

"Your point?" Will raised a brow.

"My point is I'm one of them," Sam sighed. Will couldn't help but laugh.

"No, you're not."

"Will, you were there. He said he had plans for us and children like us," Sam insisted, "Maybe this is his plan. Maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks. Maybe we're all supposed to be--"

"What, killers?" Dean cuts his brother off.

"Yeah," Sam nodded.

"So, the demon wants you out there, killing with your minds? And claws?" Dean added, looking back at Will, "Is that it?"

Sam was silent. Dean groaned.

"Oh, give me a break. You're not a murderer, Sam! You don't have it in your bones. Neither does Will."

"No?" Sam asked, "Last I checked, we kill all kinds of things."

"Right, things, Sammy," Will stressed, "Those things were asking for it. There's a difference."

Sam was silent after that.

They soon saw a man with raggedy clothing and sex hair stumble out of the house the van was parked in front of, closing the door.

"Got him," Will stated, nodding her head in his direction. They watched as he waved bye to a girl on the window that is way  out of his league. He then asks a man for his coffee, who instantly hands it over to him. He then shakes hands with an older man, and Sam tenses.

"That's him, that older guy. He's the shooter," Sam stated.

"Well, you keep on him. I'll stick with Andy," Dean stated. Will nodded.

"I'll stay with Dean, too. Don't know what we could be dealing with," she told Sam. Sam nodded and exited the Impala, following the older man, while Dean revved up the Impala and followed Andy's van.

"Front seat, this is new," Will commented as she sat next to Dean. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Is now really the time to make jokes? We could die for all we know," Dean pointed out to her. She smiled.

"And I'll go down being sarcastic and witty until the very end, Squirrel."

"You're a dumbass, you know that?" Dean told her. She glared at him.

"And you're an asshole."

Suddenly, Andy stopped his van and got out of the car, walking over to the Impala. Dean hid his gun as he did.

"Hey," Andy greeted.

"Hey," Dean gave a fake smile.

"This is a cherry ride," he complimented. Dean nodded.

"Yeah, thanks."

"Man, you know, '67-- Impala's best year, if you ask me," he laughed, "This is a serious classic."

Dean nodded, "Yeah. You know, I just rebuilt her, too. Can't let a car like this one go."

"Damn straight," Andy smiled. Will looked at him suspiciously, and Andy noticed her, "And who's this pretty thing?"

Will smiled, "Willow."

"Willow, pretty name for a beautiful lady," Andy winked, "Hey, could I have it? And take your little girlfriend, too?"

"Sure, man," Dean smiled, getting out of the car.

"Sweet," Andy smiled as he got into the car, closing the door and turning to Will, "Mind kissing me?'

Will smiled sweetly, "Okay."

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his eagerly, Andy responding just as excited. As they pulled away, Andy started the car and gave Dean a smile.

"Take it easy," he said, before driving off with Will in the passenger's seat.

***

Sam sighs as he watched the older man walk away from the gun shop after he had pulled the fire alarm. That crisis was averted. But as he walked towards the street, he saw the Impala driving up, but Dean wasn't in it.

It was Andy and Will, talking and laughing as Will stroked his chest seductively, kissing his neck as they drove by.

Sam looked after them shocked as he was paralyzed in his spot. He quickly called Dean.

"Dean! Andy's got the Impala and Will!" he stated panicked.

"I know! He just sort of asked me for them, and I let him take it."

"You what?!" Sam snapped.

"He full-on Obi-Wan'd us. It's mind control, man."

Sam sighed, looking around to see the older man walking towards an oncoming bus. He was quickly hit, killing him instantly. Sam cringed as he realized this was gonna be harder than he thought.

"Sam? You still there?" Dean asked. Sam growled.

"We have to get to him before he makes Will to anything," he snapped, before hanging up.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Sam sat on the curb as he watched the paramedics take the dead body away.

"I kept him out of the gun store," Sam told his brother, who was kneeling beside him, "I thought he was okay. I thought he was past it. At least... I should've stayed with him. I should've... I should've kept Will with me."

Dean sighed, "Sam--"

"Let's get to it, we need to find her," Sam cut him off, getting up and walking off. Dean followed him around the curb.

"Thank god!" Dean exclaimed as he saw the Impala, rushing towards her, "I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again. At least he left the keys in."

"Yeah, but not Will," Sam sighed angrily.

"Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose. He's got to use verbal commands."

"The doctor had just gotten off of her cellphone when he stepped in front of that bus," Sam sighed, "Andy must have called him or something."

"I don't know. Maybe," Dean shrugged. Sam raised a brow.

"Beg your pardon?"

"I just don't know if he's our guy, Sam."

"Dean, you had O.J. convicted before he got out of his white bronco, and you're having doubts about this?"

"He just doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type. Sure, he took Will, but you're with her, have you seen her?" Dean pointed out. Sam couldn't argue, "That's all. And O.J. was guilty. "

"Either way, how are we gonna track this guy down?"

Dean started to think, before he smirked, "Not a problem." Sam looked at him confused.

***

"Not exactly an inconspicuous ride," Dean stated as they walked up to Andy's van, "Let's have a look."

Dean took out his lock pick and unlocked the back door, opening it up. Dean and Sam's eyes widened at the sight.

"Uh, oh," Dean muttered as he quickly turned around.

There laying in the make shift shag bed, was a naked, sleeping Will. Her hair was all over the place, clothes nowhere in sight, and a white sheet over her.

"Oh, my god!" Sam growled as she wrapped the sheet tighter around Will, taking her in his arms. When Sam gave him the clear, Dean turned and checked out the van.

"This is-- This is magnificent, that's what this is," Dean smiled, but quickly stopped when he saw Sam glare at him, "Not exactly a serial killer's lair, though. There's no clown paintings on the walls, or scissors stuck in victims' photos. I like the tiger."

Sam rolled his eyes as he walked away from Dean and to the Impala. Dean followed after him.

"What?!"

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