Simon Said So

“Hey it’s me, burned up like you said”, Dean was trying not to talk through his mouth but the smell was enough to make anyone gag. And Dean Winchester had smelt some vile things in his time.

“When”, Sam asked, half knowing the answer but not believing it. Andy had to be their guy.

“Like minutes before I got here, the smell hasn’t even cleared”, Dean hated losing anyone. But knowing he was minutes late from stopping a lady burn up…it hit him somewhere inside. A somewhere he didn’t like to visit all that much, “What’s up with your visions, this wasn’t even a head start” Bad enough he was forced to accept the fact his little brother was going all Shining on him but to be told and not be able to do anything about it. Well that just sucked. I mean really, what was the point of having a psychic Lassie riding shotgun if you can’t save Timmy in the well ?

“I don’t know alright. I can’t control them, I don’t know what the hell is going on”, Sam said more mad at himself than his brother. Dean was just smelling the poor woman, Sam had had to watch it. In stereo surround vision stereo.

“Listen, you were with Andy when this whole time this thing went down”, Dean said vocalizing what Sam was trying not to think, “ So it can’t be him, it’s gotta be someone else doing it”

Sam said softly into the cell, as to make sure Andy couldn’t hear him, “That doesn’t make any sense”

“What else is knew”, damn this smell wasn’t gonna go away. Job or not, Dean was ready for a beer…any beer…hell even a wine cooler to get this taste out of his mouth, “Well I’ll dig around here, see what else I can find”, and hung up the phone. This had the makings of a bad job going south fast. As he moved towards the accident, his mind started working the intricate dance it always did when Dean needed a cover story to explain his presence. He was feeling in a slightly federal agent kind of mood and decided an off duty US Marshall should do well and moved his hand to his back pocket for a badge.

“What are you doing here ?”, a voice called out from behind him.

Dean turned and saw a familiar face, but he couldn’t quite name it Some skinny kid with the same kind of bug eyes that one hobbit had in the Lord of the Rings movies, “Hey…”, he drew it out hoping this kid would throw out a name.

“What would this have to do with Great Aunt Rita ?”, the kid asked, looking around the now burnt gas station.

“Crap”, Dean thought as he left go of his wallet, “This is that kid from the diner, the bus boy who had a boy crush on Andy. He still thinks I’m a lawyer”

“Ah hey”, Dean said moving closer to the kid, as not to have him start screaming he wasn’t who he said he was, “What happened here ? Some kind of a…”

“Shut up”

The kid hadn’t spoken any louder, or with any more force than before. But for some reason Dean’s mouth stopped moving dead cold. He would have been shocked if the same damn thing hadn’t already been used on him. This little shit was their guy.

“Why are you here, the truth !”, and again the words started to pour out of Dean’s mouth like water out of a leaky faucet.

“Me and my brother are hunters looking into Andy and here we thought he was the one killing all the doctor and this lady but turns out it’s just you”, and he started to reach for his gun. The kid had said shut up, not don’t move.

“Stop”, he said, the gun halfway out of Dean’s belt. He stood there, like some kind of weird Dean Winchester wax dummy, in a gun pulling action pose !

“Fuckfuckfuck”, Dean thought wishing he could make this kid’s head explode with the force of a dozen Carries”

“Put it away”, and the gun slipped back into his waist, “You will not try to harm me again”, and suddenly the desire to throttle this kid vanished.

“Fuckity fuckfuck”

“You are going to smile, act normal, and come with me”

Dean felt his mouth break into one of his thousand watt smiles and he casually followed the kid away from the crime scene, as well as the dozen or so witnesses that might have helped him. This sucked.

The kid got into a junky looking 2 door and motioned for Dean to get inside. Screaming at himself in his mind he get himself go over to the passenger door and get in like nothing was wrong. He looked over to the kid, his face smiling but his eyes burning. He may not be able to hurt him, but he could sure think about it.

The kid smiled a greasy looking grin back, “Yeah I bet you would love to kill me big hunter guy. But you can’t and you won’t”, and Dean felt the suggestion go further into his mind, “You are going to sit there and act like you’re my best friend. Got it ?”

“Sure thing buddy”, the words sounded so real as they tumbled out of his mouth, like a pack of dogs craving to jump up on their beloved owner, “Why are you doing this ?”, Dean asked, voice still pleasant as syrup, as they pulled into traffic.

“Taking you or killing people ?”, he asked pulling into a crappy motel right down the street.

“Either one”, Dean said, envisioning his hands around this nerd’s throat.

“I am killing people because I am making Andy stronger and I am taking you”, he said stopping the car, “Because I need to know what you and your brother know. So then I can get rid of the both of you”

“You kill me and my brother will waste your freak ass”, Dean said, still fucking smiling.

“Is that a fact ?”, he said smiling that little half smile thing again, “Well that’s nice to know. You’re going to be a font of information aren’t you ?”

Dean closed his mouth, knowing it wouldn’t go any good. Damnit this kind of mojo was cheating. Just not fair.

“I’m gonna get us somewhere private”, he said kneeling back into the car from the drivers window, “You sit there, say nothing, do nothing. Just wait for me to get back”, and turned to walk away and then stuck his head in again, “Give me that cell phone you were using”

“FUCK !”, Dean thought as he felt his hand reach into his pocket and pas it over to him, “Here ya go”

“Don’t move”, and walked away.

Dean Winchester had an exhaustive vocabulary of profane and crude cuss words. His ability to swear rivaled that of many Long shore men and Merchant Marines all over the world. But never in his life did he cuss so much as in his mind waiting for nerd boy to com back. After an agonizing five minutes he returned with a key and simply said, “Follow me”

Dean got out of the car, his body again moving against his will, and followed the kid into the dark motel room. Normally rooms like this were simply nameless entries in the Winchester Brothers guide to killing things. But now, walking in against his will, the room had a sense of forbearing that no motel room had possessed for Dean before.

“Sit on the bed”, he said as he walked around the room, making sure the drapes were closed. Dean sat on the bed, hand on his lap, waiting. He wanted to waste this fuck so bad…but his hands wouldn’t move towards the gun.

The kid pulled up a chair and sat across from Dean, “Take the gun out and hand it to me”

Slipping the gun out Dean pulled back the action and slid the clip out. And then handed the empty gun over to the kid.

“The WHOLE gun”, he said angry.

Dean handed the clip over, “You said the gun, not the bullets”

Dean felt the gun hit the side of his face. Not that hard since the kid was maybe a buck thirty soaking wet. But pistol whipped was pistol whipped and Dean felt the side of his face start to swell slightly.

“Ok you want to play games…let’s play games mister badass”, the kid placed the gun on the table and walked over to Dean, “You cannot lie to me, you cannot attack me, you cannot try to harm me, you cannot try to escape. You cannot try to get the gun or your phone. You will not try to call out for help and you will not try to do anything that will attract outside attention. You got all that ?”

Dean felt his mind swim for a second as the commands flew through his brain. He felt his free will switch off slightly as choice after choice dwindled away until Dean was left with the choice to just sit there. Sit there and wait for the kid to tell him what to do.

“Yeah”, Dean said wanting very badly to spit at the kid.

“Good. You’re probably used to having people do whatever you want them to, but this time the bug bad hunter has to do what I want. Doesn’t that sound like fun ?”

“No it sounds like you have some fucked up issues in your head and you get a kick out of making people do what you want them to do”, the kid looked angry for a second and Dean smiled, “Remember, I can’t lie”

“So you can’t”, he said calming down, “Ok, what do you know about Andy and our powers ?”

Dean felt his mouth start to open and the words came spilling out. He silently screamed Sammy’s name out in his mind as he told him all about Sam, the Demon and the fire.