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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Simon Said- 6

The next morning, police and rescue crews had arrived at the scene. Andy was talking to three police officers, as Webber's body was wheeled past him.

"He shot himself. And you all saw it happen." Andy told the officers, using his powers on them.

"Yeah. We did." One officer agreed, as the others nodded.

"Look at him." Sam said, as he, Millie and Dean observed Andy from a distance, while a paramedic inspected his shoulder. "He's getting better at it."

Andy passed an ambulance, where Tracy was sat inside, with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Andy tried to smile at her, but she quickly looked anywhere but at Andy. He made his way to the Winchesters, disheartened.

"She won't even look at me." Andy laughed, mirthlessly.

"Yeah, she's pretty shaken up." Sam said.

"No, it's- This is different. This, uh... I never used my mind thing on her before... before last night. She's scared of me now." The Winchesters looked at Andy, sympathetically.

"Andy, I hate to do this, but, um, we have to get out of here. Here. I wrote down my cell. You don't have to be alone in this, all right? If anything comes up, just call me up." Sam told him. 

"And you already have my number, too." Millie said, playfully glaring at Andy, who did have the decency to look slightly ashamed. The Winchesters started making their way through the crowds.

"Wha- What am I supposed to do now?" Andy asked.

"You be good, Andy. Or we'll be back." Dean warned him.

"Looks like I was right." Sam told his siblings, when they were out of earshot of Andy.

"About what?" Dean asked.

"Andy. He's a killer after all."

"No, he's a hero." Dean denied.

"He saved his girlfriend, he saved mine and Dean's life." Millie added.

Sam scoffed. "Bottom line, last night, he wasted somebody."

"Yeah, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was just- he was pushed into that." Dean justified.

"Webber was pushed too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death."

"What's your point, Sam?" Dean asked.

"Right circumstances, everyone's capable of murder. Everyone. You know, maybe that's what the demon's doing. Pushing us. Finding ways to break us."

"You're right, everyone's capable of murder. But there's a line that we don't cross. And you and Andy haven't crossed it. You and Andy have killed in a life or death situation to stop more death from happening. You hunt the monsters, Andy stopped his brother. Webber killed anyone that pissed him off. That's crossing the line. Max was really unfortunate. He was placed in a really crappy situation, but that wasn't the demon. He was given a crap family who abused him. Either he would have died in that house, or he would have found a different way to kill, without his powers. As long as you don't cross that line, you are fine." Millie told him, shocking her brothers with how intense her speech was.

"Um, yeah. Plus, we don't know what the demon wants, okay? Quit worrying about it." Dean added, not really knowing what else to say.

"You know, I heard you before, Dean, when Andy made you tell the truth. You're just as scared of this as I am." Sam said.

"That was mind control!" Dean objected. "I mean, it's like being roofied, man. That doesn't count."

"What?" Sam asked, and even Millie looked at Dean incredulously, not really knowing what he was saying anymore.

"No. I'm calling do-over."

"What are you, 7?" Sam asked.

"Doesn't matter. Look, we've just got to keep doing what we're doing, find that evil son of a bitch and kill it. And like Millie said, we just don't cross that line."

"Yeah, I guess." Sam shrugged, just as Millie's phone began to ring.

"Seriously, you're lives would be so much easier if you just listened to me." Millie told them, taking her phone out of her pocket and answering it. "Hello? Ellen. What's going on? Yeah, we'll be right there."

***************

The Winchesters were sat at the Roadhouse bar, with Ellen behind it and Jo clearing the tables.

"Jo?" Ellen called.

"Hmm?"

"Go pull up another case of beer."

"Mom-" Jo went to object.

"Now. Please." As Jo left, Ellen made her way to the siblings.

"So, you, uh, want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?" Ellen asked.

"No. Not really. No offense, it's just kind of a family thing." Dean told her. Ellen looked at him, annoyed.

"No anymore." She dropped a stack of papers on the bar. "I got this stuff from Ash. Andrew Gallagher's house burnt down on his 6-month birthday, just like your house. You think it was the demon both times, don't you? You think it went after Gallagher's family?"

"Yeah, we think so." Millie said, wanting to be at least a little honest with the woman who had been so kind to them.

"Millie..." Dean said, warning her, causing Millie to huff and roll her eyes.

"Why?" Ellen asked.

"None of your business." Dean told her.

Ellen looked at him, sharply. "You mind your tongue with me, boy. This isn't just your war, this is war. Now, something big and bad's coming and it's coming fast, and their side holds all the cards. Now, at best all we got is us. Together. No secrets or half-truths."

Sam sighed, before deciding to tell her the truth. "There are people out there, like Andy Gallagher, like me. And, um, we all have some kind of ability."

"Ability?" Ellen asked.

"Yeah. Psychic ability. Me, I have, um, I have visions. Premonitions. I don't know, it's different for everybody. The demon said he had plans for people like us."

"What kind of plans?"

"We don't really know for sure." Millie told her.

"These people out there, these psychics- they dangerous?"

"No. Not all of them." Dean said.

"But some are. Some are very dangerous." Sam added.

"Okay, how many of them are we looking at?"

"We've been able to track a clear pattern so far. They've all had house fires on the night of the kid's 6-month birthday." Dean explained.

"That's not true." Sam interrupted.

"What?" Millie asked.

"Webber? Or Ansen Weems, or whatever his name is- I looked at his files, and there was no house fire. There's nothing out of the ordinary."

"Which breaks pattern. So if there's any others like him, there'd be nothing in the system. No way to track them all down." Ellen realised.

"And so who knows how many of them are really out there?" Millie added, not liking the new situation they had been placed in.

"Jo, honey?" Ellen called to her daughter, who was waiting behind.

"Yeah?"

"You'd better break out the whiskey instead."

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Simon Said- 5

Webber was driving onto the same bridge from Sam's vision, with Tracy in the passenger seat. He slowly ran his hand along her thigh.

"I take my ladies here. They like it. Well, I mean, I like it, so... of course they do, too." Webber snickered.

"Please, I just want to go home." Tracy sobbed.

"Stop crying." Webber ordered, as Tracy fell silent. "Hey. I get it. I see what you see in Andy, I mean, he's a genius. Books he reads? He's going to be a great man somebody. But he is my family, not yours. You can't have him. You're not going to have anything after tonight."

***************

The Impala pulled to a stop near the bridge. The Winchesters got out, going for the trunk of the car. 

"Millie, Dean, you should stay back." Sam suggested.

"No argument here. Had my head screwed with enough for one day." Dean agreed.

"Yeah, it's probably for the best. You better be careful, though." Millie warned her younger brother, who nodded in understanding. Sam pulled out two handguns and moved towards the bridge, only for Andy to be stood in his way.

"I'm coming with you." Andy said.

"Andy, no."

"If it's Tracy out there, then I'm coming."

****************

Tracy cried, as she was forced to unbutton her dress, while Webber watched on.

"Okay. Slower. Tracy? I want you to listen to me very carefully, okay?" Webber told her, before his voice began echoing again. "When we're done here, I want you to head over to the edge of the dam. Okay?"

"Okay." Tracy agreed.

"And when you there, you're going to think you can fly. And you're just going to step right off. You- you can fly, can't you?" Webber asked, stroking her cheek.

Tracy sobbed, but nodded her head. "Yeah. I think so."

"You might get scared, but I want you to say that it's okay. Just tell yourself, 'everything is okay'."

Suddenly, the driver's window shattered behind Webber's head. Sam shoved the handgun in Webber's face, who looked at him in annoyance.

"Get out of the car! Now!"

"You really don't want to do this." Webber told him, trying to use his powers, but Sam simply backhanded him. Andy reached around the passenger's side, pulling the door open and getting Tracy out.

"Tracy. Come here, come here. It's okay."

"Andy! I can't! I couldn't control myself." Tracy wailed, as she threw herself into Andy's arms.

Sam opened Webber's door, pulling him out of the car and pinning him facedown on the pavement, with the gun against his head.

"Don't move. Don't move."

Andy ran over and shoved a piece of duct tape over Webber's mouth. He kicked Webber twice, until Sam pushed him back.

"I will kill you!"

"No! No, Andy, let me handle this, all right?"

"No, I'll kill him."

"Andy! Listen to me! Listen to me!"

The pair didn't notice Webber staring Tracy down. She came up behind Sam with a large stick and slammed it on the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious. Andy turned to a sobbing Tracy, as Webber stood up behind him.

"Tracy, stop. I said, stop it!" Andy ordered, his voice echoing on the second sentence. She dropped the stick, staring in terror. Andy turned back to Webber, who peeled the duct tape from his mouth.

"How did you do that?" Andy asked.

"Practice, bro. If you'd just practice, you would know. Sometime you don't need to use your words. If you have to, all you need is this." Webber said, tapping at his forehead. "Sometimes the headache's worth it."

"You're a twisted son of a bitch!" Andy growled, grabbing at Webber.

"Back off, Andy. Or Tracy's going to do a little flying." Webber warned him. Andy looked back and, to his horror, saw Tracy standing on the ledge. "Aren't you, Trace? I'm stronger than you. I can do it."

"Okay, okay." Andy said, backing away with his hands up. "Okay. All right, just please don't hurt her."

"Don't be mad at me, okay? I know, it's all wrong. I didn't mean for this to happen, it's just... Tracy? She's trying to come between us."

"You're insane."

"She's garbage! Man, they all are. We can push them, we can make them do whatever we want!"

"Are you really... are you really this stupid? Is it-?" Andy chuckled in disbelief. Meanwhile, Sam stirred as he began to regain consciousness. "You learn you've got a twin, you call him up, you go out for a drink, you don't start killing people!"

"I've wanted to tell you for so long, bro. But he didn't let me. He said I had to wait until the time was..." Webber began explaining.

"Who?" Andy interrupted.

"The man with the yellow eyes."

"What are you talking about?"

"He came to me, in my dream. He said I was special. He told me he's got big plans for me. Wait till you see what's in store, Andy, for both of us. See, he's the one who told me that... I had a brother. A twin."

In the woods, Millie and Dean made their way to a hiding place, with a sniper rifle each, prepared in case Webber took things too far.

"Why did you kill our mother?" Andy asked. "Why? And why Dr. Jennings?"

"Because they split us up!" Webber snapped. "They ruined our lives, Andy! We could have been together this whole time. Instead of alone. I couldn't let them do that, I couldn't let them get away with that. No."

Millie and Dean lined up their shots, cocking the rifles. Webber heard the noise and turned to the siblings' hiding spot. 

"I see you." Webber told them, in a demonic voice, causing the two to look at him in shock. "Bye-bye."

Millie and Dean began slowing turning the rifles to face the other. Their eyes widened in fear as they were about to be forced to kill each other. Suddenly a shot rang out, and Webber jerked, before falling to the floor. Behind him, Andy lowered the handgun, his hands shaking.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Simon Said- 4

Sam held his head, starting to fall as the vision finally ended. Millie and Dean ran to catch him and lower him gently to the ground.

"Sam? What is it?" Millie asked.

"Look, I didn't do anything to him." Andy defended himself.

"A woman. A woman burning alive." Sam explained his vision.

"What else did you get?" Dean asked.

"A gas station. A woman is gonna kill herself."

"What does he mean, 'going to'? What is he? What is-" 

"Shut up." Dean ordered, interrupting Andy.

"She gets triggered by a call on her cell." 

"When?" Millie asked.

"I don't know." Sam held out his arm, allowing Dean to help him up, while Millie kept her hands up in case Sam fell again. "But as long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch, he can't hurt her."

"I didn't hurt anybody." Andy protested.

"Yeah, not yet."

A fire engine raced behind them, sirens blaring. The siblings watched it, then turned to each other, realising it could have something to do with Sam's vision.

"Go." Sam told his older siblings, knowing that they wouldn't be much use guarding Andy when they could be controlled by him. Millie and Dean ran after the sirens. Andy went to follow, but Sam pushed him back. "No, not you. You're staying here with me."

At the gas station, the firefighters were putting out the fire, while Millie held up her cell phone so she and Dean could talk to Sam.

"Hey, it's us. She's dead. Burned up, just like you said." Millie told him.

"When?" Sam asked.

"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." Dean wondered.

"I don't know, all right? I can't control them, I don't know what the hell is going on."

"Listen, you were with Andy when this whole thing went down, so Dean was right, it can't be him, it's got to be somebody else doing this." Millie told him.

"That doesn't make any sense." Sam muttered.

"What else is new? Well, we'll dig around here, see what else we can find." Dean told him, hanging up the phone. He noticed the freaked out look on his sister's face. "What?"

"Nothing, just... You were right. I mean, what the hell kind of day is this?" Millie asked, in mock amazement. Dean scoffed and punched Millie's shoulder, playfully.

****************

Sam and Andy were sat across from each other on an abandoned truck, discussing their powers.

"You get these premonitions of people about to die?" Andy asked. Sam nodded. "That's impossible."

Sam let out a short laugh. "A lot of people would say the same thing about what you do."

"But... death visions."

"Yeah."

"Dude, that sucks. I mean, like, when I got my mind thing? It was like a gift, you know, it was, it was like I won the Lotto."

"But you still live in a van. I don't get it, I mean, you could have anything you ever wanted."

"I mean, I got everything I need." Andy shrugged with a smile.

"So you're really not a killer, huh?"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you." Andy chuckled.

"That's good. Means there's hope for both of us." Sam smiled, just as the Impala pulled up beside them. Dean and Millie got out of the car.

"Victim's name was Holly Beckett, 41, single." Dean explained.

"Who is she?" Sam asked Andy.

"Never heard of her."

"I called Ash on the way over here. He came up with a little something. Apparently Holly Beckett gave birth when she was 18 years old, back in 1983. Same day you were born, Andy." Millie said.

Sam turned to the mind controller. "Andy, were you adopted?"

"Well, yeah."

"You were? And you neglected to mention that?" Dean asked.

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

"I don't know." Dean admitted. "We tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they're hard copy only, sealed in the county office."

"Well, screw that." Andy scoffed.

***************

Later that night, at the records office, the Winchesters were going through the boxes of files, while Andy walked with an elderly security guard.

"Probably shouldn't have let you kids in here." The security guard protested.

"No, it'll all be fine. All right? Just go get a cup of coffee." Andy told him, as the security guard left to do as he was told. "These aren't the 'droids you're looking for."

Millie and Dean grinned at one another, loving the movie reference.

"Awesome." Dean nodded.

"I got it." Sam said, eyeing a piece of paper.

"Yeah?"

"Damn it. I didn't even get to break out my reading glasses." Millie pouted, always getting slightly competitive when it came to research.

"Andy, it's true." Sam said, ignoring his older sister. "Holly Beckett was your birth mother."

"Huh. Does anyone have a Vicodin?" Andy asked. Millie took one out of her pants pocket, handing it to Andy. Her brothers were Sam and Dean Winchester, of course she had Vicodin.

"Dr. Jennings was her doctor, too. I mean, he oversaw the adoption. You have a solid connection to both of them." Sam further explained.

"Yeah, but I didn't kill them."

"We believe you." Dean assured him.

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

"But, uh, who did?" Millie asked.

"I think I got a pretty good guess." Sam said. "Holly Beckett gave birth to twins."

A little while later, Andy was sat in shock with hands on his head as he tried to process everything.

"I have an evil twin."

"Holly put you and your brother up for adoption. And you went to the Gallagher family, obviously, and your brother went to the Weems family from upstate." Sam told him.

"Andy, how you doing? Still with us?" Dean asked.

"Um, what was my brother's name?"

"Here. Um, Ansen Weems. And he's got a local address." Sam said.

"He- he lives here?"

"Let's get a look at him. Got his picture coming off from the DMV right now." Millie said, pulling some papers from the printer, before looking at them in surprise. She showed them to Sam and Dean, who looked equally surprised.

"Hate to kick you while you're freaked." Dean said, as Andy scoffed. "Take a look at that."

Millie handed the papers to Andy, who looked up in shock.

***************

Back at the nearly empty coffee shop, Webber and Tracy were closing up.

"Hey, Trace?" Webber asked.

"Yeah?"

"You and Andy, you guys went out together for a while, didn't you?"

"Yeah, Webber, why?"

"I don't know, I was just wondering. I was wondering how you felt about him these days. I mean, I've seen you guys together, it seems like there's still something there. Just... were you guys ever, like, serious?"

"Um, no."

"Come on, Trace." Webber said, before his voice began echoing like Andy's. "Tell the truth."

****************

Dean was driving the Impala down a dark road, with Sam in the passenger seat and Millie and Andy in the back seat.

"All right, Andy. Tell us everything you know about this guy." Sam demanded. 

"Well, I mean, not much. I... Webber shows up one day, like, 8 months ago... acting like he's my best friend in the world. Kind of weird, like, trying too hard, you know?" Andy explained, as Sam began rubbing his eyes in pain.

"Must have known you guys were twins. Why did he change his name? Why not just tell you the truth?" Dean wondered.

"No idea."

"Aah!" Sam cried out, clutching his head.

"Sam?" Millie called for her brother, but a vision took over him.

Tracy was wearing satin lingerie, walking slowly to the side of a ravine. Crying, she climbed onto the ledge. She paused as she looked at something behind her, before leaping with a sob.

Sam continued yelling in pain, as he experienced the vision.

"Sam?" "Sam!" Millie and Dean called out to their little brother, as he began to struggle with the door. Dean pulled over, just as Sam got the door open. The older Winchesters got out of the car, to check on Sam, who was panting from the vision of Andy's ex-girlfriend's death.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Simon Said- 3

Sam watched, sat on a curb, as paramedics placed Dr. Jennings' corpse in a body bag. Millie and Dean crouched behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder and back, trying to provide some comfort.

"I kept him out of the gun store." Sam croaked out, in a defeated tone. "I thought he was okay. I thought he was past it, at least... I should have stayed with him."

****************

Out on the street, Sam, Millie and Dean spotted the Impala.

"Thank God!" Dean sighed in relief, heading over to the car. "I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again. Well, at least he left the keys in it."

"Yeah. Real Samaritan, this guy." Sam scoffed.

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

"The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus. Andy must have called him or something." Sam told them.

"I don't know, maybe." Dean sighed.

"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 doubt this?"

"He just doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type, that's all. You know? And O.J. was guilty. Millie?"

Millie thought about it. "It does seem a bit odd. He seemed pretty laid back. Even when he was stealing our car and tricking me into handing over my number. I mean, he could have just told us to jump off a bridge, but he left us alive. But, either way, we should still investigate. How are we going to track this guy down?"

"Not a problem." Dean smirked.

Not long after, the siblings managed to spot the strangely painted van parked on another street.

"Not exactly an inconspicuous ride. Let's have a look." Dean suggested, opening the back door with a crowbar. Inside was a disco ball, fur rugs, beaded curtains, a tiger painting, thick books lying in the floor of the van and a giant bong. Dean immediately began grinning, as Sam and Millie looked at the van, disturbed. "Oh, come on. This is... This is magnificent, that's what this is. 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."

"God, this feel's like what I imagine living with Bill and Ted would be like." Millie muttered, looking at the mess.

"Hegel, Kant, Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading, guys." Sam pointed out.

"Yeah, and uh, Moby Dick's bong." Dean smirked, holding the bong up.

***************

The siblings were sat in a vacant lot in the Impala. Sam was studying a stack of papers, Dean was eating a sandwich wrapped in foil while Millie had a packet of jolly ranchers. 

"Blech. 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 food back in the wrapper. 

"I told you. When you go store bought, you have to pick sweet over savoury." Millie told him, offering a jolly rancher to Dean, which he happily took, trying to get the taste of his lunch out of his mouth.

"What I don't get is the motive. I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean. Why would Andy waste him?" Sam wondered.

"If it is Andy." Dean pointed out.

"Dude, enough." Sam snapped.

"Here we go." Millie sighed, rolling her eyes. For once, she would love a hunt where her brothers didn't bicker like children.

"What?" Dean asked.

"The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus. Andy just happens to have the power of mind control. You do the math."

"I just don't think the guy's got it in him, that's all."

"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."

"About Andy?"

Andy suddenly appeared at the window, slamming his hands on the car, causing the three to jump.

"Hey!" 

"Son of a bitch!" Millie cursed, throwing her jolly ranchers on the floor. She smiled nervously at Andy, who had already controlled her mind once. "Hey."

"You think I haven't seen you two? Why are you following me?" Andy asked, his voice echoing on the second question, but only for Millie and Dean.

"Well, we're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed-" Sam tried to 'explain', calmly.

"Tell the truth!" Andy ordered, his voice echoing to the older Winchesters.

"That's what I'm-"

"We hunt demons." Millie interrupted.

"What?" Andy asked, incredulously.

"Millie!"

"Demons and spirits. Things your worst nightmare wouldn't even touch. Sam here is my brother, and Millie's my sister." Dean added.

"Dean, Millie, shut up!" Sam snapped.

"We're trying. He's psychic. Kind of like you." Millie continued.

"Well, not really like you, but see, he thinks you're a murderer, and he's afraid that he's going to 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 a little scared that he might be right." Dean finished.

"Okay, you know what? Just leave me alone." Andy ordered.

"Okay." "You got it." Dean and Millie agreed, as Andy walked off. As soon as he did, Dean held his head in his hand and Millie rested hers on the front seats, both cringing from the mind control, while Sam got out and followed Andy.

"What are you doing?" Andy asked, noticing Sam. "Look, I said leave me alone." But Sam continued to follow. "All right? Get out of here, just start driving and never stop."

"Doesn't seem to work on me, Andy." Sam pointed out.

"What?"

"You can make people do things, can't you? You can tell them what to think." Sam said, as Dean and Millie got out of the car. Sam held up a hand, warning them not to come any closer.

"Look, that-" Andy laughed, nervously. "That's crazy."

"It all started about a year ago, didn't it? After you turned 22. 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 get out of here. All right?!" Andy ordered, desperately.

"Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?" Sam asked, causing Andy to pause.

"What?"

Suddenly, Sam began experiencing another vision. A flash of fire and a hand holding a gas pump. Sam tried to shake it off, to focus on Andy.

"Why did you kill him?" Sam asked.

"I didn't!" Andy protested.

The vision hit Sam again, but this time he was able to see the full picture.

A middle-aged blonde woman was filling her car with gas at a gas station, when her phone began ringing.

"Hello?" The woman answered. The woman's face suddenly dropped. "Sure. I can do that."

She hung up the phone and leaned into her car, pressing down the cigarette lighter. She pulled out the gas pump and began drenching herself in the gasoline. A gas station employee noticed what she was doing.

"Hey! Lady, what are you doing?!"

The woman pulled out the cigarette lighter.

"It's going to be okay." The woman assured the employee, whose eyes widened in shock. She lowered the lighter to her arm.

"Lady, no! No!"

The man watched in horror, as the woman burst into flames.

Sam cringed as the vision finally ended.

A/N- Sorry for the late update. It's been a busy week, and I literally had to write it tonight.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Simon Said- 2

The Winchesters were driving down the highway at night, as the radio played.

"I don't know, man, why don't we just chill out, think about this?" Dean suggested.

"What's there to think about?" Sam asked, turning the radio off.

"I just don't know if going to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea."

"Dean, it's another premonition. I know it. This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where."

"Yeah, man, but..."

"Plus it could have some connection with the demon." Millie interrupted. "His visions always do."

"That's my point. There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?"

"So I'm a freak now?" Sam asked, hurt. Dean glanced between Sam and Millie, who was giving him a look.

Dean smiled weakly at Sam, slapping him on the thigh. "You've always been a freak."

***************

At the Roadhouse, Jo was playing an arcade shooter game as an older man watched. The man groaned as Jo hit every target.

"Damn, little lady, that was my room money." 

Jo took the money from the man. "Well, I guess you're taking a truck nap tonight."

Ellen made her way over as Jo walked away, pleased with herself. "Ought to check the high scores before you put your money down." She pressed a button, showing the list of high scores- all with the name 'Player: Jo'. "You went and got yourself hustled, Ed."

Sam, Millie and Dean entered the busy Roadhouse, where two men were sat, cleaning their weapons. Dean moved away, nearly running into Jo, who smiled.

"Just can't stay away, huh?"

"Yeah, looks like. How you doing, Jo?" Dean chuckled.

"Where's Ash?" Sam asked, hurriedly.

"In his back room."

"Great." Sam said, rushing past her.

"And I'm fine." Jo added, sarcastically.

"Sorry, he's- We're kind of on a bit of a timetable." Millie said, apologetically smiling at Jo, following Sam to Ash's room, but she was stopped by Jo.

"Hey, Millie. I'm sorry about Mateo." Jo smiled, sympathetically. Millie nodded, smiling appreciatively at the young girl, then continued on her way to Ash's room, while Dean smiled awkwardly at Jo, then did the same.

Sam knocked on a door that had a sign that read 'DR. BADASS IS IN'.

"Ash? Hey, Ash?" Sam called out, but got no response. Millie decided to give it a go, knocking on the door.

"Hey, Dr. Badass?" Millie called out. The door unlatched and opened a crack, revealing a very naked Ash. Millie was quick to avert her eyes as the brothers did, too.

"Millie." Ash grinned, then noticed her brothers standing to the side. "Sam? Dean? Millie, Sam and Dean."

"Hey, Ash, um... We need your help." Sam explained.

"Oh, hell, then. Guess I need my pants." Ash smirked, then glanced at Millie. "Unless..."

"Yeah, you do." Millie smiled sarcastically, closing the door. Ash was quick to jump out of the way, before anything was... caught.

When Ash was finally dressed and the Winchesters had explained their reason for visiting, he looked up the logo Sam had seen in his vision.

"Well, I got a match. It's the logo from the Blue Ridge bus lines in Guthrie, Oklahoma."

"Okay. Do me a favour- check Guthrie for any demonic signs, or omens, or anything like that." Sam requested.

"You think the demon's there?"

"Yeah, maybe."

"Why would you think that?"

"Just check it, all right?" Dean interrupted, so Sam wouldn't have to explain his visions. Ash turned to give Dean a look.

"Please." Millie added, wanting to keep on the genius' good side. Ash shrugged and continued his research, not seeing the frowns the siblings gave one another.

"No, sir, nothing. No demon."

"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 6-month birthday." Sam said. Ash turned, looking confused at Sam's request. Millie and Dean looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. They didn't notice Jo watching them, curiously, as she cleaned a table.

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

Sam slammed a beer bottle next to the laptop. "'Cause there's a PBR in it for you."

"Give me 15 minutes."

While they were waiting for Ash to do his research, the Winchesters were hanging out in the Roadhouse. Sam was in the bathroom, while Millie was catching up with Ellen. Dean was sat alone at a table, when Jo pressed a few buttons on the jukebox, which began playing 'Can't Fight This Feeling'. Dean looked at the jukebox in horror and disgust, which Jo caught.

"What?" Jo asked, wandering over with a tray of glasses.

"REO Speedwagon?"

"Damn right, REO. Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart."

"He sings it from the hair. There's a difference."

Jo glanced at the bar, seeing her mother distracted, talking to Millie. "That profile you've got Ash looking for?"

"Hmm."

"Your mom died the same way, didn't she? A fire in Sam's nursery?"

"Look, Jo, it's kind of a family thing."

"I could help."

"I'm sure you could. But we've got to handle this one ourselves. Besides, if I ran off with you, I think your mother might kill me. If Millie doesn't get to me first." Dean glanced over at the bar, where Ellen was cleaning glasses as she and Millie looked over at him suspiciously. Dean smiled back at the two of them, nervously.

"You're afraid of my mother and your sister?" Jo asked, amused.

"I think so." Dean said, still plastering a fake grin. Sam hurried over to Dean and Jo.

"We have a match." Sam told him. He turned to his sister. "We've got to go."

Millie nodded, downing her drink as she nodded to Ellen and Jo.

"All right, Jo. See you later." Dean said, following after his siblings.

***************

"And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight." Dean sang acapella in the Impala, as Sam and Millie watched him curiously, though Millie had a feeling she knew why he was singing a song he had previously considered lame. "You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter night. And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might..."

"You're kidding, right?" Sam interrupted.

"I heard the song somewhere, I can't get it out of my head, I don't know, man." Dean shrugged. He saw Millie in the rear view mirror, moving her eyebrows up and down, suggestively. Dean turned to his attention back to Sam. "What do you got?"

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

"You think the demon killed his mom?" Millie asked.

"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?"

"Yeah, but Max Miller was a pasty little psycho." Dean shrugged, but winced as Millie punched his shoulder.

"He was an abused kid that got given powers and let revenge get into his head."

"The 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." Sam cut in.

"How do we find him?" Millie asked.

"Don't know. No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills- phone, credit, utilities."

"Collection agency flags?" Dean suggested.

"None in the system."

"They just let him take a walk?" Millie asked, surprised.

"Seems like it. There's a work address from his last W-2, about a year ago. Let's start there."

***************

Sam, Millie and Dean sat in a coffee shop wearing suits, as a woman, Tracy, poured their coffees.

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

"'They'?" Sam asked.

"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."

"Actually, we're lawyers. Representing his Great Aunt Leta. She passed, God rest her soul, and left Andy a sizable estate." Dean 'explained'.

"Yeah. So are you a friend of his?" Millie asked.

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

"Andy?" A man passing by, asked, sitting down at their table. "Andy kicks ass, man."

"Is that right?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Andy can get you into anything. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once. It was beautiful, bro."

"How about bussing a table or two, Webber?" Tracy suggested. Webber looked between the Winchesters and Tracy.

"Yeah. You bet, boss." Webber said, leaving to do his job.

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

"Barbarian queen?" Dean asked.

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

***************

The Winchesters were staking out Orchard Street, watching Andy's van.

"I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet." Dean smirked, ignoring his sister scoffing and rolling her eyes. He noticed the concerned look on Sam's face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Sam lied.

Dean and Millie exchanged a look, not believing him for one second.

"Sam, you look like you're sucking on a lemon, what's going on?" Millie asked.

"This Andrew Gallagher, he's the second guy like this we've found, guys. Demon came to them when they were kids, now they're killing people."

"We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, all right? He could be innocent." Dean argued.

"My visions haven't been wrong yet."

"What's your point?" Dean asked.

"My point is, I'm on of them." Sam shrugged, hopelessly.

"No, you're not." Millie told him.

"Millie, the demon said he had plans for me and children like me."

"Yeah?" Dean said.

"Yeah, maybe this is his plan, maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks, maybe we're all supposed to be-"

"What, killers?" Dean asked.

"Yeah."

"So the demon wants you out there killing with your minds, is that it?" Dean asked. "Come on, give me a break."

"You're not a murderer, Sam. You don't have it in your bones." Millie reassured him.

"No? Last time I checked, I kill all kinds of things." Sam countered.

"Those things were asking for it. There's a difference." Dean dismissed him.

"Plus, you didn't kill Lenore. You tried to save Max. You know the difference between what needs to be killed and what deserves to live." Millie reminded him, which did help Sam feel a little better (not completely).

They looked out the window, where Sam spotted Andy walking out of a building in pyjamas and a long, satin robe embroidered with dragons.

"Got him." Sam told his siblings. The three watched as Andy blew a kiss up at a beautiful woman in lingerie who was waving to him. He walked on, coming across a man with a cup of coffee, which he then proceeded to give to Andy. He then greeted a man at the end of the street, shaking his hand with a smile.

"That's him. That older guy, that's him, he's the shooter." Sam said, as the two split up.

"All right, you keep on him, Millie and I'll stick with Andy. Go." Dean told Sam. Sam got out of the car, following Jennings on foot, while Dean and Millie began driving after Andy in his van.

After a few minutes of driving, Andy stopped and got out of his van, causing the siblings to tuck their handguns into their jackets, just in case. Andy headed over to the Impala, leaning on the window.

"Hey." Andy greeted.

"Hey, hey." "Hi." Dean and Millie greeted back.

"This is a cherry ride." Andy complimented.

"Yeah, thanks."

"Man, the '67? Impala's best year if you ask me. This is a serious classic."

"Yeah. You know, he just rebuilt her, too." Millie chimed in.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, can't let a car like this one go." Dean said.

"Damn straight. Hey. Can I have it?" Andy asked, his voice echoing as he made the request.

"Sure, man." Dean nodded. Both he and Millie smiled as they got out the car. 

"Sweet." Andy grinned, getting into the driver's side.

"Hop right in there. There you go." Dean said, closing the door for Andy.

"Thanks, oh, and can I get your number?" Andy asked Millie, holding out a pen to her.

"Absolutely." Millie grinned, taking the pen and writing one of her phone numbers on Andy's hand.

"Thank you, sweetheart. Take it easy." Andy told the pair, driving off.

Dean and Millie were left standing in the street, confused about what had just happened.

Meanwhile, Sam was following Jennings, when he received a call. He noticed the Blue Ridge bus passing by, and quickly crossed the street to the sporting goods store where the shooting was going to happen. He saw all the people from his vision and, fearing that it would come true, decided to pull the fire alarm. Jennings was approaching the store, but stopped and turned around when he heard the alarm. As Sam was walking down the steps, he noticed Andy driving in the Impala with a phone to his ear. He didn't notice Jennings receiving another call.

"Dean! Andy's got the Impala!" Sam warned Dean over the phone.

"I know. He just sort of asked me for it and I let him take it." Dean told him.

"You what?" Sam asked, incredulously.

"He full-on Obi-Wan'd me. It's mind control, man! And Millie gave him her number." Dean said, snitching on his sister.

"Dude!" Millie shouted, throwing her hands up in frustration, as Dean added the unnecessary detail.

Back in town, Sam watched in horror as Dr. Jennings walked in front of a bus, which slammed into him, killing him instantly.

A/N- Posting this with a sprained wrist because I love this story too much😉. New TikTok

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Simon Said- 1

A middle aged man, Dr Jennings, was walking down the sidewalk at 12:21. His cell phone began ringing.

"Hello? Yeah." Dr Jennings answered. A vision of Dr Jennings appeared in his mind of him raising a gun barrel. "All right." 

A city bus passed by as Dr Jennings slowly lowered the phone. Dr Jennings noticed the triangular Blue Ridge logo and smiled, continuing his walk. Across the street, he entered a sports equipment shop, where a man at the counter was reading a magazine.

"Afternoon, Dennis." Dr Jennings greeted.

"Hey, Doc." Dennis smiled.

"I'd like to look at a gun."

Dennis chuckled. "Yeah, right, doc." Dennis noticed Jennings wasn't laughing. "Seriously?"

Dennis made his way behind the counter, as Jennings began browsing the guns.

"That one." Jennings said, pointing at one of the guns in the display.

"Okay. That's a turkey hunter, twelve gauge, pump action." Dennis explained, handing the gun to Jennings. "Don't leave enough turkey behind, if you ask me."

"What sort of shells does it use?" Jennings asked. Dennis pulled out a box of shells and placed them on the counter.

"Right here. I'm taking the boys up to the cabin this weekend, if you're, uh... I mean, if you think you might like to take up the sport."

Jennings began loading the shells into the gun as he chuckled. "Thanks, but no. You know guns make me nervous, always have. This one goes in here, right?"

"Whoa, Doc. No, no, you can't load a weapon on the premises, it's illegal!"

"It's okay, Dennis." Jennings told him, in a calm voice, as the customers watched on nervously.

"No, no."

"It's okay, Dennis. It's all going to be... okay." Jennings said, aiming the gun at Dennis.

"Doc!" The gun went off and Dennis was hurled into the wall. The other customers screamed in panic.

"No, no, it's okay. It's okay. It's all going to be okay." Jennings assured them as he pressed the shotgun against his chin. The gun went off again as blood splattered on the sample sink hanging on the wall.

****************

Sam gasped while he was leaned over a sink in a motel room, with water running down his face, as visions of Jennings and the shooting flashed in his mind. Sam ran his hand under the water then ran it through his hair. He shut the water off and looked in the mirror in shock, just as Millie and Dean came in.

"Sam, come on, zip it up. Let's hit the..." Dean paused, seeing the condition Sam was in. "...road."

"What?" Millie asked, concerned.

Sam panted as he tried to make sense of what he had seen.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things- 6

Sam, Millie and Dean were patting down the dirt over Angela's grave.

"Rest in peace." Sam panted.

"Yeah. For good this time, okay?" Dean warned her. They turned away, heading back to the car.

"You know, that whole fake ritual thing, luring Angela into the cemetery? Pretty sharp." Millie complimented.

"Thanks."

"But did we have to use us as bait?" Sam asked.

"I figured you were more her type. You know, she had pretty crappy taste in guys. And I figured you two would get along. Two goody-two-shoes." Dean teased his brother and sister.

"I think she broke my hand." Sam grumbled, rubbing at his wrist.

"You're just too fragile." Dean laughed, but was quick to change his tune when Millie slapped his shoulder. "We'll get it looked at later."

Dean looked back at Mary's grave, which his siblings noticed.

"You want to stay for a while?" Millie asked.

Dean considered it for a moment. "No."

They dropped their things in the trunk of the car and got in, heading back to town.

As they drove along the highway, Sam and Millie looked at their scowling brother with concern. Suddenly, as though sensing his siblings' eyes on him, Dean pulled over onto the shoulder and got out to sit on the hood. Sam and Millie followed him out.

"Dean, what is it?" Sam asked.

"I'm sorry." Dean said.

"You-"

"For what?" Millie asked.

"The way I've been acting." Dean told them. Sam and Millie took a seat next to Dean on the hood, allowing him to get whatever was bothering him off his chest. "And for Dad. I mean, he was your dad too. And it's my fault that he's gone."

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.

"I know you've been thinking it- so have I. Doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Back at the hospital, I made a full recovery. It was a miracle. And five minutes later, Dad's dead and the Colt's gone."

"Dean." Millie whispered, hating the self-loathing in her brother's eyes.

"You can't tell me there's not a connection there. I don't know how the demon was involved. I don't know how the whole thing went down exactly. But Dad's dead because of me. And that much I do know."

"We don't know that. Not for sure." Sam tried to comfort him.

"Sam, Millie... you two and Dad... you're the most important people in my life. And now... I never should've come back, guys. It wasn't natural. And now look what's come of it. I was dead. And I should have stayed dead. You wanted to know how I was feeling. Well, that's it." Sam and Millie nodded, with tears in their eyes at the burden their brother had been dealing with. "So tell me. What could you possibly say to make that all right?"

Sam looked away, unsure what to do or say, while Millie scooted closer and rested her head on Dean's shoulder, trying to provide any comfort she could. The three sat in silence, with tears that weren't yet falling.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things- 5

Lindsey continued to scream as she broke away from Angela's grip. She ran into the kitchen, with Angela, who picked up a pair of scissors, following.

"You know what you did!" Angela snarled.

"I'm sorry. I am so, so-" Lindsey whimpered.

"You're not sorry enough!" 

Angela swung the scissors, but Lindsey ducked out of the way, causing her to break the glass cabinet. She went to attack again, causing Lindsey to fall to the floor. Angela stalked closer, but Lindsey kicked her leg, knocking Angela to the ground on the scissors. Lindsey panted as she looked at Angela's motionless body. She turned her former roommate over, revealing the scissors sticking out of her chest.

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God." Lindsey cried.

Suddenly, Angela's eyes snapped open. She grabbed Lindsey's hair, pulled the scissors out of her chest and raised them. Angela groaned as several shots were fired into her. Angela screamed in anger, facing the Winchesters. Dean fired his gun again, shooting Angela's chest. Angela bolted out the window, with Dean and Millie going after her, while Sam comforted Lindsey.

"Hey, I got you. I got you." 

Dean and Millie climbed back through the window, with no Angela. 

"Damn, that dead chick can run." Dean grumbled.

"What now?" Sam asked.

"I say we go have a little chat with Neil." Dean suggested.

***************

Dean was driving the Impala down the road, as Millie continued looking through the journal.

"So, the silver bullets, they did something, right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, something, but not enough. Millie? What else you got?"

"Um, okay, besides silver, we have... nailing the undead back into their grave beds. It's mentioned a few times. It's probably where the whole vampire staking lore came from. As soon as we kill this chick, I am so looking into this." Millie said, eyeing the text.

"Their grave beds? You serious?" Dean asked.

"Yeah."

"How the hell are we going to get Angela back to the cemetery?"

***************

Neil was sat nervously in his dark office when the Winchesters came in.

"What are you guys doing here?" Neil asked.

"You know, I've heard of people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid, but you- you take the cake." Dean mocked.

"Okay. Who are you guys?"

"You might want to ask Angela that question." Millie told him.

"What?"

"We know what you did. The ritual? Everything." Sam said.

"You're crazy." Neil scoffed.

"Your girlfriend's past her expiration date and we're crazy? When someone's gone, they should stay gone. You don't mess with that kind of stuff." Dean said, leaning down to get in Neil's face.

"Angela killed Matt. She tried to kill Lindsey." Sam told him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Neil tried to deny. Dean marched over to the other side of Neil's desk and hauled him up by his collar.

"No more crap, Neil. His blood is on your hands. Now, me and them can make this right, but you've got to tell us where she is." Neil looked down, causing Dean to shake him in anger. "Tell us!"

"My house. She's at my house."

Dean let him go, but then noticed the dead plants by the window. He turned back to Neil, with a suspecting look in his eyes.

"You sure about that?"

Neil nodded, but looked away nervously. Dean noticed the closet in the room and got an idea.

"Listen. It doesn't really matter where she is." Dean told him, walking away. "There's only one way to stop her. We've got to perform another ritual over her grave, to reverse the one that you did. We're going to need some black root, some scar weed, some candles. It's very complicated, but it'll get the job done. She'll be dead again in a couple of hours. I think you should come with us. I'm serious, Neil. Leave with us, right now."

Neil shook his head, nervously. "No. No."

"Listen to me." Dean said, lowering his voice. "Get out of here as soon as you can. But most of all, be cool. No sudden movements. Don't make her mad." Dean turned back to his siblings. "Let's go."

As soon as the Winchesters left, Neil let out a shaky breath, gulped and opened the closet, revealing Angela.

"You said you'd stay in the house." Neil said.

"Sorry. I just needed to see you. Neil, please. You have to help me." Angela begged, lowering her arms to show her wounds.

"Oh, God."

"Come with me to the cemetery. Neil, they're trying to kill me. We have to stop them."

"You mean kill them. It's true. Matt and Lindsey." Neil realised.

"They hurt me!" Angela shot back. "If you love me, you'll make sure nobody hurts me again. Take me to the cemetery. And then all this will be over. We can start new lives, together."

"Okay. God help me, but okay." Neil reluctantly agreed. "I'll go get the car. Just... Just wait here."

***************

Outside in the parking lot, Neil was panting as he quickly made his way to the car. He dropped his keys on the ground as he tried to open the car, and knelt down to pick them up. When he stood back up, Angela was stood in front of him, with a dangerous look in her eyes.

"Neil, you look nervous."

"No, I'm fine." Neil stuttered.

"Were you going to leave me?" Angela questioned him, hurt and angry.

"No, of course not. I-"

"You were, weren't you?! How could you? Neil, I loved you!" Angela yelled.

"Angela-"

She suddenly reached out and grabbed his head, wrenching it to the side. With a crunch, Neil's neck broke and his body fell to the ground.

***************

Sam, Millie and Dean were stood by Angela's grave, lighting candles.

"You really think this is going to work?" Sam asked.

"No, not really. But it was the only thing I could come up with." Dean shrugged.

The sound of leaves rustling behind them, had them turning around. They nodded at one another, as Sam and Millie reached for their guns. They moved closer to the sound, with their guns raised. The two continued searching the area until they heard something in the trees. They weren't aware that Angela was creeping up behind them. Just as she was about to attack, Millie spun around aiming her weapon at her. Angela stopped short, throwing her hands up in surrender, as Sam turned around to face her, too.

"Wait! It's not what you think. I didn't ask to be brought back. But it's still me. I'm still a person. Please." Angela begged. Millie considered it for a moment, feeling sorry for the girl's situation, before remembering all the blood she had spilt. Sam and Millie fired the guns, hitting Angela square in the forehead and in her chest. Angela screamed as her head snapped back, before glaring at the siblings.

Sam and Millie were quick to bolt back to the grave, but Angela was hot on their tails. She tackled Sam to the ground, pulling at his hair and gripping his chin as she prepared to snap his neck, when Millie fired shots at Angela, startling her enough to back away from her brother. Dean fired three more shots, until Angela fell back into her open coffin. Dean grabs a long metal stake and raced to the grave, sliding into the coffin and burying the stake in her chest.

"Wait, don't!" Angela pleaded, but Dean simply drove the stake in further. Angela gasped before going limp. Dean pulled away, looking at the finally defeated zombie.

"What's dead should stay dead."

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things- 4

The Winchesters were still staring at the empty coffin.

"They buried the body four days ago." Dean said.

"I don't get it." Sam muttered. Millie shone the flashlight over the coffin and noticed something carved on the inside of the lid.

"Look."

"What is that?" Dean asked.

"I'm not sure." "Beats me." Sam and Millie replied.

"I've seen these kind of symbols before." Dean said, before remembering where he'd seen them.

The next day, Dean was pounding on Dr. Mason's door with an agitated look on his face.

"Dean. Take it easy, okay?" Sam requested, not wanting to attack a man who had just lost his daughter and could very well still be innocent. Dr. Mason finally opened the door and looked between the three of them.

"You're Angie's friends, right?"

"Dr. Mason..." Millie began.

"We need to talk." Dean interrupted, harshly.

"Well, then, come in." Dr. Mason said, opening the door to them.

"Thanks." Sam said, as they entered the house.

"You teach Ancient Greek. Tell me..." Dean said, opening the paper with the symbols that Millie had copied from the coffin. "...what are these?"

"I don't understand. You said this had something to do with Angela." Dr. Mason said, looking at the symbols.

"It does. Please, just humour me."

"They're part of an ancient Greek divination ritual." Dr. Mason explained.

"Used for necromancy, right?" Dean asked, in an accusatory tone.

"That's right."

"See, before we came over here we stopped by the library and did a little homework ourselves. Apparently they used rituals like this one for communicating with the dead. Even bringing corpses back to life. Full-on zombie action." 

"Yes. I mean, according to the legends. Now, what's all this about?" Dr. Mason asked. Sam and Millie eyed him, starting to doubt he had any idea what was happening.

"I think you know."

"Dean." Sam warned him.

"Look, I get it. Okay? There are people that I would give anything to see again. But what gives you the right?" Dean continued questioning the clueless man.

"Dean!" Millie snapped.

"What are you talking about?" Dr. Mason asked.

"What's dead should stay dead!" Dean snapped.

"What?!" 

"Stop it!" "Enough!" Sam and Millie yelled.

"What you brought back isn't even your daughter anymore. These things are vicious, they're violent, they're so nasty they rot the ground around them. I mean, come on, haven't you seen Pet Sematary?"

"You're insane." Dr. Mason shot back.

"Where is she?"

"Get out of my house." Dr. Mason ordered, picking up the phone to call the cops. Dean knocked it out of his hand.

"I know you're hiding her somewhere. Where is she?!"

"Dean! Stop, that's enough!" Sam yelled, holding him back.

"Dean, look!" Millie called out, pointing at a row of plants by the window. "Beautiful, living plants." Millie turned to Dr. Mason. "We're leaving."

"I'm calling the police."

Dean pulled away from Sam and stormed out of the house.

"Sir, we're sorry. We won't bother you again." Sam promised, as he and Millie followed their brother out.

Dean was charging down the path, back to the car.

"What the hell is the matter with you, Dean?" Sam asked.

"Back off."

"That man is innocent! He's lost his daughter! He didn't deserve that!" Millie snapped, horrified that her brother could treat a victim that way.

"Okay, so she's not here, maybe he's keeping her somewhere else." Dean shrugged.

"Stop it! That's enough, okay? Enough!" Sam told him.

"Sam, Millie, I know what I'm doing."

"No, you don't. At all. Since when do we talk to the victim's family like that?! Especially without hard proof that they're involved." Millie reprimanded.

"Dean, I don't scare easy, but man, you're scaring the crap out of me." Sam added.

"Don't be overdramatic, Sam." Dean scoffed.

"You're lucky this turned out to be a real case. Because if it wasn't you would have just found something else to kill." Sam told him. Dean blinked at the accusation. "You're on edge, you're erratic- except for when you're hunting, because then you're downright scary. You're tail spinning, man. And you refuse to talk about it and you won't let us help you."

"I can take care of myself, thanks."

"No, you can't. And you know what? You're the only one who thinks you should have to." Millie said, her eyes becoming sympathetic. "I already lost Mateo, I don't want you going over the edge too. You don't have to handle this on your own, Dean. No one can."

"If either of you bring up Dad's death one more time I swear-" Dean went to say, annoyance clear in his tone and his fist clenched in anger.

"Stop. Please, Dean, it's killing you. Please." Sam begged. "We've already lost Dad. We've lost Mom. I've lost Jessica. Millie lost Mateo. And now we're going to lose you too?"

Dean looked away from his siblings. "We better get out of here before the cops come." Sam and Millie frowned at Dean's dismissive behaviour. "I hear you. Okay? Yeah, I'm being an ass. And I'm sorry. But right now we've got a friggin' zombie running around, and we need to figure out how to kill it. Right?"

Sam chuckled. "Our lives are weird, man."

Millie chuckled as well. "You're telling me."

"Come on." Dean nodded, heading away from the house before they got caught.

***************

Dean was pacing the motel room, while Sam was on his computer and Millie was reading through John's journal.

"We can't just waste it with a head shot?" Dean asked.

"Dude. You've been watching way too many Romero flicks." Sam said.

"You're telling me there's no lore on how to smoke them." Dean said, sitting at the table by the window.

"No, Dean, I'm telling you there's too much." Millie said, flicking through the journal. "I mean, there's a hundred different legends on the walking dead, but they all have different methods for killing them. Some say- setting them on fire. One said- where is it? Right here- feeding their hearts to wild dogs."

"That's my personal favourite." Sam smiled, sarcastically. "I mean, who knows what's real and what's myth?"

"Is there anything they all have in common?" Dean asked.

"No. But a few of ours said silver might work." Sam said, referring to Millie's journal research and Sam's computer research.

"Silver's a start." Dean said.

"Yeah. But now how are we going to find Angela?" Millie asked.

"We've got to figure out the person who brought her back."

"Any ideas?" Sam asked.

"I think if it's not her dad, it might be that guy Neil."

"Neil?"

"Yep." Dean said, walking across the room to pick up the pink diary. 

"How'd you come up with that?" Millie asked.

"Well, you've got your journal, I've got mine." Dean began reading from the diary. "'Neil's a real shoulder to cry on. He so understands what I'm going through with Matt.' There's more in here where that came from. It's got unrequited Duckie love written all over it."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean he brought her back from the dead." Millie pointed out. "And I'd really like to have a bit more proof before going after another person in mourning."

"Hmm. Did I mention he's Professor Mason's TA? Has access to all the same books."

Sam contemplated this new information, while Millie smirked.

****************

The three broke into Neil's house, which was dark and quiet.

"Hello? Neil? It's your grief counsellors- we've come to hug." Dean called out. Millie gave him a look. Dean shrugged, pulling out his gun.

"Silver bullets?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, enough to make her rattle like a change purse."

They continued through the house, where Millie pointed the plants by the window, which, unlike Dr. Mason's, were wilted. They found the entrance to the basement, where Dean nodded at the lock.

"Unless it's where he keeps his porn..."

Sam opened the door as Dean jumped in with his gun raised. He led the way downstairs, his gun still at the ready. When they got to the bottom of the stairs, they saw it was laid out almost like a bedroom.

"Sure looks like a zombie pen to me." Dean commented.

"Yeah. An empty one. You think Angela's going after somebody?" Sam asked.

Dean found a loose grate and pulled it aside, showing how she got out. "Nah, I think she went out to rent Beaches."

Sam looked at Dean annoyed, while Millie was contemplating something. "Look, smart-ass, she might kill someone. We got to find her, Dean."

"Yeah. All right. She, uh, she clipped Matt because he was cheating, right?" Dean said.

"Yeah."

"Well, it takes two to, you know, have hardcore sex." Dean suggested. Sam shook his head.

"Dean?" Millie called out, furrowing her eyebrows. "Was just me, or did Angela's roommate seem a little too broken up about Matt's death? I mean, the person she lived with dies and she's crying more about her friend's boyfriend. Why do you think that is?"

***************

Lindsey was sat in her house, looking at a framed picture of Matt and Angela. She heard a door closing and decided to investigate the noise.

"Hello?" Lindsey called out through the front door, nervously. She opened it and saw there was nothing there. Confused, she turned around, only to be confronted by Angela. Lindsey screamed as Angela grabbed hold of her hair.

"Hi, Lindsey, I'm home!" Angela growled, closing the door.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things- 3

Millie and Dean entered Angela's apartment the next day, per Dean's request. They looked around the place and Dean noticed a framed picture of Angela. He picked it up and looked at the deceased girl, when he noticed a reflection of a girl. Dean turned around, causing Millie to do the same and they noticed a girl in her pjs. 

"Who the hell are you?" The girl questioned, hurriedly locking herself in her room.

"Wait, wait, wait, hold on!" Dean tried to stop her.

"I'm calling 9-1-1!" The girl yelled, through the closed door.

"We're Angela's cousins." Millie explained.

"What?"

"Yeah, her dad sent us over to, uh, pick up her stuff, my name's Alan? Alan Stanwyck? This is my sister, Gail." Dean added, with Millie giving him a look for using yet another movie reference alias.

The girl opened up the door. "Her dad didn't say that you were coming."

"Well, I mean," Dean held up a set of keys. "How else would we have the key to your place?"

"His mind is probably on other things." Millie reassured her, offering a sympathetic smile.

A little while later, the siblings found themselves sat down with Angela's roommate, Lindsey, as she cried for her friend.

"So, I'm sure you got a view of Angela that none of the family got to see. Tell me, what was she like? I mean, what was she really like?" Dean asked.

"She was great." Lindsey smiled, as the two hummed in agreement. "Just great. I mean, she was so..."

"Great." Millie guessed.

"Yeah." Lindsey sobbed. Millie was sympathetic, while Dean looked uncomfortable as he offered the crying girl a tissue.

"You two must have been really close, huh?" Millie said.

"We were. But it's not just her, it's Matt."

"Who?" Dean asked.

"Angela's boyfriend." Lindsey replied, confused they didn't recognise the name.

"Right, Matt. What about him?" Millie asked.

"He killed himself last night. He cut his own throat. Who does that?"

"That's terrible." Dean said, looking away, thoughtfully.

"He was taking Angela's death pretty hard, and I guess... I mean, he'd been messed up about it for days." 

"Messed up how?" Dean asked.

"He kept saying that he saw her everywhere."

"Well, I'm sure that that's normal. I mean, with everything that he was going through." Millie offered, remembering when Sam had expressed that he was going through a similar thing with Jess.

"No, he said that he saw her. As in an acid trip or something." Lindsey corrected.

"Were Angela and Matt a happy couple? I mean, is there any reason that Angela would be angry with him?" Dean asked.

"What? No, of course not, why do you ask?" Lindsey said, looking hesitant. 

"Just asking. Where did Matt live?"

***************

"Next, on the Skin Channel, Casa Erotica 4: A Tale of Two Latin Beauties." A sensual woman's voice announced on the TV that Sam was watching in the motel room.

The door began to open and Sam quickly turned the TV off, throwing the remote behind him and trying to appear casual as his siblings walked in.

"Hey." Millie and Dean entered the room slow, glancing between the TV and Sam. "What?"

"Awkward." Dean muttered.

"What would have happened if we came back a few minutes later? You know what? Actually, I don't want to know." Millie began to ask, before backtracking.

"Where in the hell were you two?" Sam asked, trying to change the subject.

"Working my imaginary case." Dean said.

"Yeah? And?"

"Well, you were right, I didn't find much." Dean started, as Sam nodded, sympathetically. "Yeah. Except Angela's boyfriend died last night. Slit his own throat. But, you know, that's normal. Uh, let's see, what else? Oh, he was seeing Angela everywhere before he died. But you know, I'm sure that's just me transferring my own feelings." 

"He was like this the whole ride over. It was so fun." Millie smiled sarcastically.

"Okay, I get it. I'm sorry, maybe there is something going on here."

"Maybe? Guys, I know how to do my job, despite what you might think." Dean snapped.

"We should check out the guy's apartment." Sam suggested.

"We just came from there." Millie told him. "Pile of dead plants, just like the cemetery. Hell, dead goldfish too."

"Millie made us give them a funeral."

"So, unholy ground?" Sam asked.

"Maybe. I'm still not getting that powerful angry spirit vibe from Angela. I have been reading this, though." Dean said, getting up to grab a pink book.

"You stole the girl's diary?" Sam asked, incredulously.

"Yeah, Sam. And if anything the girl's a little too nice. Like Millie nice."

"Thank you." Millie smiled. "So what do you want to do?"

"Keep digging, talk to more of her friends."

"You get any names?" Sam asked.

"You kidding me? I have her bestest friend in the whole wide world." Dean smirked, throwing the diary to Sam.

*****************

"I didn't realise the college employed grief counsellors." Neil, Angela's best friend, said after the Winchesters arrived at his house.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, you talk, we listen. Or maybe throw in a little therapeutic collage, whatever jump-starts the healing." Dean smiled.

"Well, I think I'm okay. Thanks." Neil told them, trying to head back inside.

"Well, you heard what happened to Matt Harrison, right?" Millie asked.

"Yeah, I did."

"Well, we just wanted to make sure you were okay. Grief can make people do crazy things."

"Look, I'm sorry about what happened to him. I am. But if Matt killed himself it wasn't 'cause of grief."

"No? Then why?" Dean asked.

"It was guilt. Angie's death was Matt's fault and he knew it."

"How was Matt's responsible?" Sam asked.

"She really loved that guy. But the night of the accident, she walked in on him with another girl." Neil explained, as shock and realisation took over the Winchesters' faces. "She was really torn up. That's why she crashed the car. Um, look, I got to get ready for work. So thanks for the concern, but seriously, I'll be okay."

After Neil walked back into his house, Dean gave Sam and Millie a pointed look. The three began walking back to the car, discussing the new information.

"Well, that vengeful spirit theory's starting to make a little more sense. I mean, hell hath no fury..." Dean trailed off, glancing at his little sister, who ignored the look.

"So if Angela got her revenge on Matt, you think it's over?" Millie asked.

"Well, there's one way to be sure." Dean said, as they got in the car.

"Yeah? What's that?" Sam asked.

"Burn the bones."

"Burn the bones?" Sam scoffed. "Are you high?" Dean had to think. "Angela died last week!"

"So?"

"So, there's not going to be bones. There's going to be a ripe, rotting body in the coffin." Millie explained.

"Since when are you two afraid to get dirty? Huh?"

***************

The three ended up at Angela's gravesite later that night. They were panting and sweating, having nearly dug up her whole grave, before they finally got to the coffin. Dean unlocked the coffin, but didn't open. Instead he turned to his younger siblings.

"Ladies first." Dean smirked.

"Whatever happened to age before beauty?" Millie panted. Sam sighed, knowing neither of them were going to budge, and handed his flashlight to Millie.

"Hold that." He knelt down to the coffin and winced as he began opening the lid. The three were shocked to find the coffin empty.

***************

Back at Neil's house, he headed down to the basement where Angela was sat on a bed, waiting for him. She turned to face Neil, her skin pale, and smiled.

"I missed you." Angela said, making her way to him. She kissed Neil, who surprisingly kissed back with a smile.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things- 2

The Impala raced down the road.

"Come on, Sam, I'm begging you. This is stupid." Dean complained.

"Why?"

"Going to visit Mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave- there was no body left after the fire."

"She has a headstone."

"Yeah, put up by her uncle, a man we've never even met. So you wanna go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? Come on."

"Dean, that's not the point."

"Well then, enlighten me, Sam."

"It's not about a body, or a casket. It's about her memory, okay? And after Dad it just... just feels like the right thing to do."

"It's irrational, is what it is."

"Look, man. No one asked you to come."

"Why don't we swing by the roadhouse instead? I mean, we haven't heard anything on the demon lately. We should be hunting that son of a bitch down."

"That's a good idea, you should. Just drop me and Millie off, we'll hitch a ride and we'll meet you there tomorrow."

"Right. Stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up? No thanks. I just don't see the point of it." Dean huffed.

Sam glanced over at the backseat. "It'll be good for her." Sam said, nodding at Millie. "After everything with Matty."

Dean looked at his sister in the rear-view mirror. She was still asleep. She had stopped crying after a couple of days, but there was still some sadness in her eyes. Dean sighed, knowing that Sam had a good point. 

"Fine."

***************

Sam and Millie were knelt down by Mary Winchester's headstone. Sam was digging up a piece of the ground with a knife, while Millie was waiting patiently with four lilies in her hand (one from each family member). Sam pulled out a set of dog tags from his pocket.

"I think, um... I think Dad would have wanted you to have these." Sam sighed, placing John's dog tags in the hole and covering them. "I love you, Mom."

Millie knelt down and placed the lilies on the grave. She placed a hand on Sam's shoulder as she took in a deep breath.

"How are you doing? With... everything?" Sam asked, trying to avoid mentioning Mateo's name.

"Sam, you don't have to worry about saying his name. And you don't have to worry about me." Millie offered a small smile, which looked more like a grimace. "My boyfriend... left me. He let all that hate take over him, and he couldn't see himself moving past it for me. Sometimes I understand where he was coming from. And I feel happy that he got out from this life before it consumed him... And other times... The truth is he broke my heart. And... I'm sad. But, you really don't have to worry. I'm not trying to avoid my feelings and bottle it all up until I explode. I will talk to you when I'm ready. I'm just... processing."

Sam looked at his emotionally mature sister in amazement. "How the hell are you related to us?"

Millie allowed herself a small chuckle. "I have no idea."

Dean was stood a distance away, watching his little brother and sister by their mother's grave. He looked down at the gravestone by him, marked with 'Loving Father'. He moved away, then noticed a dying tree. Walking closer to it, Dean saw he was stood in a perfect circle of dead grass surrounding a grave. He crouched down next to the dead flowers.

Later, Dean thanked a man in a suit as he took a card and headed back to his siblings.

"Angela Mason. She was a student at the local college. Funeral was three days ago." Dean informed them as they began walking together.

"And?" Sam questioned.

"And? You saw her grave. Everything dead around it, in a perfect circle? You don't think that's a little weird?"

"Maybe the groundskeeper went a little aggro with the pesticide." Millie suggested.

"No, I asked him, I asked him. No pesticides, no chemicals. Nobody can explain it." Dean said.

"Okay, so what are you thinking?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. Unholy ground, maybe?" Dean guessed, causing Sam and Millie to stop in their tracks.

"Un-?"

"What? If something evil happened there, it could easily poison the ground. Remember the, the farm outside of Cedar Rapids?"

"Yeah." Millie and Sam nodded.

"Could be the sign of a demonic presence. Or the Angela girl's spirit, if it's powerful enough." Millie and Sam exchanged a doubtful look before walking away. "Well, don't get too excited, you might pull something."

"It's just... stumbling onto a hunt? Here, of all places?" Sam questioned.

"So?"

"So- are you sure this is about a hunt, and not about something else?" Millie asked.

"What else would it be about?" Dean asked, almost daring either one to say something.

Sam sighed heavily. "You know, just forget about it."

"You two believe what you want, but I let you drag my ass out here, the least we could do is check this out." Dean argued.

"Yep. Fine." Sam agreed, fed up, while Millie nodded.

"Girl's dad works in town. He's a professor at the school." Dean smirked, getting in the car, leaving Sam and Millie to look at one another in frustration. 

"Seriously, I have no idea how I'm related." Millie shrugged, getting in the car.

***************

Sam, Millie and Dean made their way up to Angela's dad's office.

"Dr. Mason?" Dean asked, when an older man answered the door.

"Yes?"

"I'm Sam. This is Millie and Dean. We were friends of Angela's. We... we wanted to offer our condolences."

"Please, come in." Dr. Mason said, opening the door further for them. Millie and Sam sat down with Dr. Mason as he went through a photo album, while Dean was in the corner of the room, looking through an old book.

"She was beautiful." Millie smiled, softly, looking at the photographs of Angela.

"Yes, she was."

"This is an unusual book." Dean said, holding up the book which had strange letters and a triangle symbol.

"It's ancient Greek; I teach a course." Dr. Mason explained.

"So a car accident, that's... That's horrible." Dean said.

"Angie was only a mile away from home when, uh..." Dr. Mason trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

"It's got to be hard. Losing someone like that. Sometimes it's like they're still around. Almost like you can still sense their presence." Millie and Sam looked at Dean, wishing that he'd remain sensitive while trying to question the man about his dead daughter.

"I do, a matter of fact."

"That's perfectly normal, Dr. Mason. Especially with what you're going through." Sam assured him, while giving Dean a look.

"You know, I still phone her. And the phone's ringing before I remember that, uh... Family's everything, you know? Angie was the most important thing in my life. And now I, I'm just lost without her." 

"We're very sorry." Millie said to the heartbroken man.

**************

"I'm telling you, there's something going on here. We just haven't found it yet." Dean told his siblings while they were at the motel.

"Dean, so far you've got a patch of dead grass and nothing." Millie sighed, not understanding why her brother was pushing this hard for a case.

"Well, something turned that grave into unholy ground."

"There's no reason for it to be unholy ground. Angela Mason was a nice girl who died in a car crash. That's not exactly vengeful spirit material. You heard her father." Millie argued.

"Yeah, well, maybe Daddy doesn't know everything there is to know about his little angel, huh?"

"You know what? We never should have bothered that poor man. We shouldn't even be here anymore." Sam said.

"So what, Sam? What, we just bail? Without even figuring out what's going on?" Dean asked.

"I think I know what's going on here. And I think Millie does, too. It's the only reason we went along with you this far."

"What are you talking about?"

"This is about Mom's grave." Millie said, sympathetically.

"That's got nothing to do with it." Dean scoffed.

"You wouldn't step within a hundred yards of it." Sam pointed out. "Look. Maybe you're imagining a hunt where there isn't one so you don't have to think about Mom. Or Dad." Sam sighed at the angry look Dean was giving him. "You want to take another swing. Go ahead, if it'll make you feel better."

Dean shook his head. "I don't need this crap."

He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

"Dean, where are you going?" Millie asked.

"I'm going to go get a drink. Alone."

Dean slammed the door on his way out. He made his way to the car, and dug his hands in his pockets, only to sigh when he realised he had left his keys back in the room. He turned around, debating whether to walk to the nearest bar or head back to the room for the keys, when he saw his sister standing there, with the keys dangling from her finger.

"We're investigating a girl who died in a car crash. You really think I'm going to let you drink and drive?" Millie said, handing the keys to Dean and getting into the passenger seat.

"Millie..." Dean started to protest, when Millie popped her head over the roof of the car and held up a finger.

"I don't know exactly what you're going through, but I'm going through some crap, too. So, we're going to find a bar that serves food, you're going to have a drink and I'm going to have some dessert and then I'm driving you back." Millie said. Dean went to open his mouth, but Millie interrupted. "I don't care if we just sit in silence. I'm spending some time with my big brother."

With that, Millie threw him the keys, hopped into the passenger seat, closed the door and buckled herself in. Dean watched, stunned, before getting in the car himself, not ready to argue with his little sister. 

***************

Meanwhile, at Matt's house, he was sat alone in his living room, watching a home movie of him and Angela. He got up to get himself a beer and sat back down, not noticing the dead plant on the side table. Mat paused the movie, freezing it on Angela's smiling face. Suddenly, he could see Angela's reflection in the screen. He turned around, startled, only to scream as blood splattered across the screen.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things- 1

"Okay, we've got booze, we've got chocolate, and, wait for it... tortured emo rock. Guaranteed cure for any broken heart." Neil smiled, sitting at the table with his friend, Angela.

"You didn't have to do all this. I'm fine." Angela said, tearfully.

"Yeah, I can see that." Angela reached over and took Neil's hand in hers.

"Thanks, Neil. You're a good friend."

"Yeah."

A loud pounding on the door caused them to look at it nervously.

"Oh, God, it's probably him."

"I'll take care of it." Neil assured her. He went to the front door and opened it, revealing Matt, Angela's ex, standing on the other side.

"Where is she?" Matt asked, angrily.

"Let's just chill out and think about this for a second, okay?"

"I need to talk to her."

"Some other time."

"You get out of my face, Neil." Matt demanded, shoving Neil aside as he barged in. They both entered the kitchen, only to find it empty.

Meanwhile, Angela was driving down a dark road, with tears streaming down her face. Her cell phone rang, and she dug it out. Seeing Matt calling her, she answered it.

"Leave me alone." Angela told him.

"Angela, I'm sorry." Matt said.

"You're sorry?" Angela laughed, bitterly. "You're sorry. Oh, that's great."

"Angela, listen to me."

"I don't want to listen to you! I'm done listening!" Angela snapped, speeding along the road.

"Listen to me!"

"No- I... I loved you!" Angela sobbed, looking down. She didn't notice the turn in the road until she had crashed into the barrier.

"Angela? Angela?" Matt called out, but he got no answer as Angela sat in her car, covered in blood, her eyes wide open. 

She was dead.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Bloodlust- 5

In the morning, Sam returned to see Gordon tied to the chair and Dean and Millie pacing the room. Mateo was sat down in the kitchen, contemplating what had happened.

"Did I miss anything?" Sam asked, looking at the tied up Gordon and Mateo, who had a bruise on his jaw.

"Nah, not much." Dean shrugged.

"Lenore get out okay?" Millie asked.

"Yeah. All of them did."

"Then I guess our work here is done. How you doing, Gordy? Gotta tinkle yet?" Gordon just stared at Dean. "All right. Well, get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days, have them come out, untie you."

Dean slammed Gordon's knife into the table behind him.

"Ready to go, guys?" Dean asked.

"Not yet. I guess this is goodbye. Well, it's been real." Dean smiled, before knocking Gordon to the ground in his chair. "Okay. I'm good now. We can go."

Millie watched as Mateo slowly stood up from his chair and followed them out.

The hunters, bar Millie, winced at their injuries as they stepped out of the farmhouse. Sam's arm was bandaged from where Gordon had cut him. Dean stopped at the bottom of the steps.

"Sam? Clock me one." Dean said, preparing himself.

"What?"

"Come on. I won't even hit you back. Let's go."

"No."

"Let's go, you get a freebie. Hit me, come on."

Sam and Millie chuckled as they walked to the car. 

"You look like you just went 12 rounds with a block of cement, Dean. I'll take a raincheck." Sam said.

"I'll make a note in the calendar." Millie nodded.

"I wish we never took this job. It's jacked everything up." Dean said.

"What do you mean?" Millie asked.

"Think about all the hunts we went on, Millie, our whole lives."

"Okay."

"What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing? You know? I mean, the way Dad raised us..."

"Dean, after what happened to Mom... Dad did the best he could." Sam assured him.

"I know he did. But the man wasn't perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things: and man, I hate them. I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill I didn't even think about it; hell, I even enjoyed it."

"You didn't kill Lenore." Millie pointed out.

"No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill them all."

"Yeah, Dean, but you didn't. And that's what matters." Sam told him.

"Yeah. Well, 'cause you two are pains in my ass."

"Guess we might have to stick around to be pains in the ass, then." Sam shrugged.

"Monster pains in the ass." Millie corrected.

"Thanks." Dean said.

"Don't mention it." Sam said. They were about to get in the car, when they realised Mateo hadn't followed. He was still by the steps, looking contemplative. Millie approached him, unsure why he wasn't following them or talking.

"Hey." Millie said. Mateo glanced at her, before looking off into the distance. "You okay?"

Mateo took a deep breath in, before finally confessing what he had been thinking about all night. "I went too far."

Millie paused, unable to deny that he had made her concerned, but still wanting to comfort her boyfriend. "You made the right choice in the end. You stopped Gordon."

"After you had to fight me off. It took him nearly killing Dean for me to let go of the hate inside of me." Mateo snapped, angry that he had allowed himself to be taken over by all that anger and darkness. "I can't let that happen again."

"And it won't." Millie promised him, but Mateo wasn't assured.

"I know it won't... because I'm getting out of this job."

Millie's eyes widened. "You- I- Matty, you'll be okay. Look, you and Dean went a little overboard today, but you don't have to quit."

"No. Dean doesn't have to quit. He has you and Sam to keep him steady." 

"And you have us too! You have me!" Millie argued.

"I had you with me today and I still let myself get carried away. I just- I need to get away. No hunting. Just a normal life."

"Well, I'll come see you and we can still be with each other and when you're ready to get back into it you can just come with us." Millie tried to reason, hoping to keep her relationship intact, but Mateo shook his head.

"Millie... I don't want to put you in danger... and I don't want to put you in a position where you have to choose whether to hurt me or let someone else get hurt... I think... we need to just stop." Mateo said, reluctantly.

Millie swallowed, tears filling her eyes. "You- You want to break up with me?"

"No... absolutely not." Mateo said, his eyes glistening, too. "But I need to. I need to let you go. To work on myself. I can't have anything to do with this life while I'm still a risk. And I want you to be happy and not worrying about having to knock out your boyfriend."

"Matty... please." Millie whimpered. Mateo placed his hand on the back of her neck, pulled her in closer and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"I will miss you, so much." Mateo whispered, wiping away a tear that had fallen down Millie's cheek. He let go of her, nodding solemnly to the brothers, who were watching in concern, having a feeling they knew what the couple were talking about.

Mateo headed to Gordon's car, having stolen the keys, and headed away from the hunter's life and Millie.

Millie turned back to her brothers, her lips quivering. Both men sighed sadly at the sight of their sister's heartbreak. 

Dean opened up his arms, which Millie ran into. Sam opened the backseat and climbed in, while Dean helped Millie lay down in the back, with her head on Sam's lap, who began stroking her hair comfortingly, just as she had done whenever he was upset when they were younger. The three began driving off, with the brothers' heart breaking at the soft cries that Millie let out along the way.

A/N- I am so sorry.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Bloodlust- 4

Gordon dipped the knife into a jar of blood. Mateo kept an eye on the tied up Lenore. She was covered in cuts, her skin pale and clammy, and her breathing shallow. Gordon stalked closer to the vampire, slicing the knife across her chest as she groaned. Sam, Millie and Dean walked in, disturbed at the sight before them.

"Sam, Millie, Dean. Come on in." Gordon greeted, as though nothing was happening.

"Gordon. Matty. What's going on?" Dean asked.

"Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood. She's going to tell us where all her little friends are, aren't you? Wanna help?"

"Look, man-"

"Grab a knife. I was just about to start in on the fingers." Gordon said, dragging the knife across her arm as the veins in her arms appeared in red before disappearing.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out, huh?" Dean tried to say.

"I'm completely chill."

"Gordon, put the knife down." Sam ordered, taking a step towards Gordon, only to be stopped by Millie.

"Sounds like it's Sam here that needs to chill."

"Just step away from her, all right?" Millie asked him.

"You're right. I'm wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery. Mateo, if you will?" Gordon pulled out a large knife, then nodded to Mateo, who pulled Lenore's head back by her hair. "I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane."

"Matty?" Millie asked, shocked to see him acting violently. Mateo paused, looking up at Millie with a flicker of guilt in his eyes, but didn't let go of the vampire.

"Gordon, I'm letting her go." Sam said, walking towards Lenore, only to be stopped when Gordon pointed the knife at Sam's chest.

"You're not doing a damn thing."

"Hey, hey, hey, Gordon, let's talk about this." Dean said. Millie didn't miss the way Mateo eyed Gordon nervously, glad to see he did still care about them.

"What's there to talk about? It's like I said, Dean. No shades of gray."

"Yeah. I hear you. And I know how you feel."

"Do you?"

"That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one..."

Gordon let out a dark laugh. "Killed my sister? That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So I hunted her down, and I killed her myself."

"You did what?" Dean asked, shocked.

"It wasn't my sister anymore. It wasn't human. I didn't blink. And neither would you. Neither would Mateo, after what those things did to his mom." Gordon said. The Winchesters glanced at their friend in shock. They had known that Mateo's mom had passed away, but they never knew it was from a monster. From a vampire. Mateo kept his eyes on the ground, his hand tightening around Lenore's hair.

"So you knew all along, then? You knew about the vampires. You knew they weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn't care." Millie realised, as Mateo glanced over at Gordon in confusion, not having heard about the cattle and the lack of human victims.

"Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we're supposed to buy that? Trust me. Doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it." Gordon said, grabbing Sam's arm and slicing it with his knife. He then placed the knife against Sam's throat dragging him over to Lenore.

"Let him go. Now!" Dean ordered, as he and Millie raised their guns.

"Gordon, what are you doing?" Mateo asked, letting go of Lenore's hair.

"Relax. If I wanted to kill him, he'd already be on the floor. Just making a little point." Gordon assured them, hovering Sam's arm over Lenore's face, so the blood dripped onto her. Lenore began to hiss as her fangs extended.

"Hey!" Millie yelled at Gordon for putting her little brother in danger.

"You think she's so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty."

Lenore took the time to control herself. She retracted her fangs and turned her face away from him.

"No. No." Lenore told herself, as Dean and Mateo looked surprised, Gordon confused, and Sam and Millie vindicated.

"You hear her, Gordon?" Sam asked.

"No! No!"

Sam pushed the knife away from his throat and pushed Gordon away. 

"We're done here." Sam seethed. 

"Sam, get her out of here." Millie told him.

"Yeah." Sam picked Lenore up in his arms. Gordon took a step towards him, only to be stopped by Millie and Dean.

"Uh-uh! Uh-uh! Gordon, I think you and I've got some things to talk about."

"Get out of my way." Gordon sneered.

"Sorry."

"Dean, Millie, it may have stopped now, but Sam could be in danger out there with that thing." Mateo argued, not able to accept the fact that Lenore was able to control herself. That she was good.

"He's fine, Matty. Just stay where you are."

"You're not serious." Gordon said, looking between the two Winchesters.

"I'm having a hard time believing it, too, but I know what I saw. If you want those vampires, you gotta go through us." Dean told them, making Millie proud.

Gordon nodded, then looked at his knife and jammed it into the table. "Fine."

Dean looked at the knife, then took out the clip and set it aside. Millie lowered her gun, just as Gordon threw a punch at Dean and the pair began fighting. Mateo went to help Gordon, obviously not to hurt Dean, but to hold him back, when Millie kicked Mateo in the stomach sending him backwards. Mateo looked at his girlfriend in shock, but Millie was determined. Dean sent Gordon back into the table, where Gordon grabbed the knife. Dean groaned as Gordon began swinging the knife, causing him to jump back. Millie glanced back nervously at Gordon and Dean, before going back to subduing Mateo. He tried to charge past her again, so she sent a punch to his jaw. 

"What are you doing, man? You doing this for a fang? Come on, Dean, we're on the same side here." Gordon said.

"I don't think so, you sadistic bastard."

Gordon threw Dean across the room.

"Dean!" Millie yelled for her brother.

"Gordon!" Mateo yelled, not wanting his partner to kill his friend.

"You're not like your brother and sister. You're a killer. Like Mateo. Like me." Gordon said, stalking closer to Dean. Suddenly, a force knocked him to the floor. Behind him was Mateo. Dean managed to get on top of Gordon, punching him. He hauled him up and threw him across the room, where he stumbled into Millie, who threw a punch to his face, sending him back to Dean. Dean pinned him to the wall, where Gordon was staring at him, tiredly. He tried to attack Dean, but with amount of hits he had taken, Dean easily knocked his arm away. He threw his elbow into Gordon's face, knocking him into the wall and rendering him unconscious. 

Dean wrapped his arm around Gordon's throat, dragging him away. He brought him into the kitchen, where he, Millie and Mateo began tying him to the chair that Lenore had been in.

"You know, I might be like you and so might Mateo. But you're the one tied up right now." Dean said.

Millie sighed, relieved that it was over. She looked at Mateo, who had a guilty look on his face. Millie swallowed the lump in her throat, unsure of what to do next with Mateo.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Bloodlust- 3

The vampire continued to advance on Sam and Millie, when a woman appeared in the doorway.

"Wait! Step back, Eli." The woman ordered. The bartender leant back and retracted his fangs. The woman made her over to the tied up siblings and pulled the gags out of their mouths. "My name's Lenore. I'm not going to hurt you. We just need to talk."

"Talk? Yeah, okay, but we might have a tough time paying attention to much besides Eli's teeth." Millie snarked, eyeing the bartender in the corner of the room.

"He won't hurt you either. You have my word." Lenore promised.

"Your word? Oh, yeah, great, thanks. Listen lady, no offense, but you're not the first vampire we've met." Sam told her.

"We're not like the others. We don't kill humans, and we don't drink their blood. We haven't for a long time."

"What is this, some kind of joke?" Sam asked.

"Notice you're still alive."

"Yeah, people tend to typically be alive for torture otherwise that's pretty pointless." Millie pointed out, sarcastically. Lenore gave the woman a look, and Millie sighed, humouring the idea. "Okay, uh, correct me if I'm wrong here, but shouldn't you be starving to death?"

"We've found other ways. Cattle blood."

"You're telling us you're responsible for all the-" Sam began, before Lenore interrupted.

"It's not ideal, in fact it's disgusting. But it allows us to get by."

"Okay, uh, why?"

"Survival. No deaths, no missing locals, no reason for people like you to come looking for people like us. We blend in. Our kind is practically extinct. Turns out we weren't quite as high up the food chain as we imagined."

"Why are we explaining ourselves to these killers?" Eli snapped.

"Eli!"

"We choke on cow's blood so that none of them suffer. Tonight they murdered Conrad and they celebrated."

"Eli, that's enough." Lenore warned him.

"Yeah, Eli, that's enough." Sam mocked, wincing when Millie shouldered his arm as best she could, not wanting to piss the vampires off while they were tied up.

"What's done is done. We're leaving this town tonight." Lenore said.

"Then why did you bring us here? Why are you even talking to us?" Millie asked.

"Believe me, I'd rather not. But I know your kind. Once you have the scent, you'll keep tracking us. It doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us."

"So you're asking us not to follow you." Millie checked.

"We have a right to live. We're not hurting anyone."

"Right, so you keep saying, but give us one good reason why we should believe you." Sam told her.

"Fine." Lenore said, getting in Sam's face. "You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to let you go."

Millie and Sam both looked startled by the vampire's mercy.

"Take them back. Not a mark on them." Lenore ordered, as two vampires led the siblings back to truck with sacks covering their heads.

****************

Gordon, Dean and Mateo were sat at the table, discussing strategies over a map.

"This is the best pattern I can establish. It's sketchy at best." Gordon said.

"Looks like it's all coming from this side of town." Mateo pointed out.

"Which means the nest would be around here someplace, right?" Dean asked, pointing at the map.

"Yep, that's what I'm thinking. Problem is, there's 35, 40 farms out there. I've searched about half of them already, but nothing yet. They're covering their tracks real good."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to search the other half." Dean said, making Gordon and Mateo smirk. Dean checked his watch. "What time is it? Where are Sam and Millie?"

"Car's parked outside. Probably went for a walk. They seem like the take-a-walk type."

"They are." Mateo confirmed.

"Yeah, but..." Dean started, when the door opened. Sam and Millie walked in, looking nervously between the three hunters.

"Where have you been?" Dean asked.

"You okay?" Mateo asked his girlfriend.

"Can we talk to you alone?" Millie asked her older brother.

"You mind chilling out for a couple minutes?" Dean asked Mateo and Gordon, who shook their heads.

Dean followed Sam and Millie into the parking lot.

"Dean, maybe we've got to rethink this hunt." Sam suggested.

"What are you talking about? Where were you two?" Dean asked.

"In the nest." Millie told him.

"You found it?"

"They found us, man." Sam corrected.

"How'd you get out? How many'd you kill?"

"None." Millie shrugged.

"Well, Millie, they didn't just let you go."

"That's exactly what they did."

"All right, well, where is it?" 

"We were blindfolded. We don't know." Sam admitted.

"Well, you've got to know something." Dean snapped.

"We went over that bridge outside of town, but Dean, listen. Maybe we shouldn't go after them." Sam told him.

"Why not?"

"We don't think they're like other vampires. I don't think they're killing people."

"You're joking. Then how do they stay alive? Or undead, or whatever the hell they are." Dean asked.

"The cattle mutilations. They said they live off of animal blood." Millie explained.

"And you believed them?"

"Well, the only bodies we have in the morgue are a couple of vamps. The only other spooky thing going on in the town are the cows. We've not heard anything about people getting drained or abducted. Plus, look at us, Dean. They let us go without a scratch." Millie said, pointing out the obvious.

"Wait, so you guys are saying... No, man, no way. I don't know why they let you go. I don't really care. We find them and we waste them." Dean said, walking off.

"Why?" Sam asked, as he and Millie followed after him, unaware that Gordon was hiding behind the building, eavesdropping on their conversation.

"What part of 'vampires' don't you understand? If it's supernatural, we kill it, end of story. That's our job."

"No, Dean, that is not our job. Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren't killing people, they're not evil." Sam snapped.

"Of course they're killing people, that's what they do. They're all the same. They're not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them."

"What people? We haven't heard of any vamp killings. I don't think we have to kill them. No this time." Millie said.

"Okay, maybe they haven't done anything in this town, but I'm sure there's been others. Gordon's been on those vamps for a year, man, he knows." Dean countered.

"Gordon?" Sam asked, incredulously.

"Yes."

"You're taking his word for it?"

"That's right."

"Ellen say he's bad news." Millie told him.

"You called Ellen?" Dean asked. His sister nodded. "And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Millie, no thanks, I'll go with Gordon."

"Right, 'cause Gordon's such an old friend." Sam snarked.

"Mateo is. And he trusts Gordon. Your boyfriend trusts this guy, Millie." Dean pointed out.

"Yeah, I'm not exactly sure I trust Matty's judgement at the moment." Millie admitted sadly, as Dean looked surprised. After all, this was Millie's childhood crush and current boyfriend they were talking about.

"You don't think we can see what this is?" Sam asked, drawing the attention away from Millie when he could see that she was uncomfortable talking about where she stood with Mateo.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.

"He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one." Millie sighed, trying to be calm, but knowing her brother needed to be hit with the truth.

"Shut up, Millie." Dean chuckled, turning away.

"He's not even close, Dean. Not on his best day." Sam added.

"You know what? I'm not even going to talking about this." Dean tried smiling, turning back to face his brother.

"You know, you slap on this big, fake smile, but we can see right through it. Because we know how you feel, Dean. Dad's dead. And he left a hole, and it hurts so bad you can't take it, but you can't just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It's an insult to his memory." Sam said, finally letting out everything he and Millie wanted to say to him.

"Okay." Dean smiled, turning to walk away before punching Sam in the face hard.

"Dean!" Millie snapped, pushing her older brother away, as she checked on Sam's face. Sam panted, holding onto his face as he and Millie turned to look at Dean, shocked that he could do that.

"You hit me all you want. It won't change anything." Sam said. Millie had a scolding look on her face, not wanting her little brother to act as a punching bag.

"I'm going to that nest. You don't want to tell me where it is, fine. I'll find it myself." Dean told him.

"Dean." Millie called out, as she watched him walk away, wanting him to apologise to their little brother.

The three returned to the motel room, only to see it was empty. No Gordon and no Mateo.

"Gordon?" Dean called out.

"Matty?" Millie called out.

"You think they went after them?"

"Probably."

"Dean, we have to stop him." 

"Really, Sam? Because I say we lend a hand." Dean argued.

"Knock it off!" Millie snapped. "Just give us the benefit of the doubt, would you? You owe us that."

"Yeah, we'll see. I'll drive. Give me the keys."

Sam pointed to the table where he'd placed them down, only to see they were missing.

"They snaked the keys."

"That's a good sign." Millie said, sarcastically, though she was still concerned about her boyfriend's behaviour.

Dean was sat in the Impala, hotwiring it with a grimace.

"I can't believe this. I just fixed her up, too." The car started up. "So the bridge, is that, uh, is that all you got?"

"The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm." Sam said.

"How do you know?" Dean asked.

"I counted."

Millie began tracing a path on the map. "They took a left out of the farm, the turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly up a hill, then took another quick right and we hit the bridge."

"You two are good. You're both monster pains in the ass... but you're good."

***************

Lenore was packing her things into boxes. Eli came in and set a box on the table.

"In the truck, thank you." Lenore told him.

"We can't leave like this. Lenore, listen to me. We need to stay and fight." Eli argued.

"They were my friends too, Eli. My family."

"That's not what I'm talking about. This is self-defence. Kill or be killed. They can't hunt us if they're dead."

"Killing those five wouldn't solve anything. There's more where they came from. We're out-numbered. This. This is all we can do. Try and reason-"

"You can't reason with these people!" Eli snapped. "They're going to kill us anyway. We should at least take a few of them with us."

"I'm not giving up hope. If we can change, they can change. Now go into town and gather the others. We leave before sunrise." Lenore ordered.

***************

Out on the bridge, Gordon was in his red car with Mateo in the passenger seat.

"I don't know how I feel about this." Mateo sighed. Gordon looked over at him with a frustrated expression, which he quickly schooled to become sympathetic.

"Hey. I told you what your girlfriend said. She doesn't trust you. We go in, kill the vamps and come back with proof that they're dangerous, you can show it to your girl and it'll all work out."

Mateo nodded, though he still felt weird about going behind Millie's and his friends backs and stealing their keys. He was hurt when Gordon told them what he had overheard. He wouldn't have believed him, if he hadn't noticed Millie being slightly distant. He just hoped that when they finally got rid of those vampires, she would go back to how she was.

The two hunters didn't notice the Impala driving not far behind them. Sam was sighing, staring at the map, hoping this wouldn't end in a bloodbath. Millie was picking at her nails, nervously, wondering what could have possessed Mateo to abandon her for some out of control hunter, and could possess Dean to consider doing the same. Dean glanced over at his brother, then sister, regretting what he had done, but still feeling justified in the hunt. He looked back at the road just as his siblings looked up at him with identical frowns.

***************

Lenore came out of the house with a box and set it on the truck's flatbed. She turned around, only to see Mateo and Gordon standing there. Mateo was quick to grab hold of her, while Gordon raised a knife, glistening with blood, and stabbed it into her chest. Lenore grunted before going limp.

"Dead man's blood, bitch." Gordon told her, with a smirk, while Mateo continued holding the unconscious vampire.

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Millie: I need boy help.

Ellen: Kill him.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Bloodlust- 2

The Winchesters, Mateo and Gordon were all sat around a table in the bar. A waitress came over to bring them another round. Dean reached for his wallet, which Gordon was quick to stop.

"No, no, I got it."

"Come on." Dean tried to protest.

"I insist. Thank you, sweetie." Gordon said to the waitress, raising his shot glass to the hunters. "Another one bites the dust."

"That's right." Dean smirked, clinking his glass and downing his shot along with Mateo. Meanwhile, Sam and Millie sat back, not feeling particularly celebratory.

"Dean." Gordon chuckled. "You gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend."

"Thank you."

"That was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."

"Yep." Dean smiled, then noticed his quiet siblings. "Sammy? Millie? You all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Sam said bluntly, while Millie mustered up a small smile and a nod.

"Well, lighten up a little, Sammy." Gordon said.

"They're the only ones who get to call me that." Sam said, nodding to his brother and sister.

"Okay. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little. Job well done."

"Yeah, there's celebrating saving someone's life and finally finishing a hunt, and then there's admiring a decapitation, which isn't really my idea of a good time." Millie said, trying to stay polite for Mateo and Dean's sake.

"Come on, Millie. It's not like it was human." Mateo reasoned.

"You've gotta have a little more fun with your job, sweetheart." Gordon added, which ruffled Millie's feathers.

"See? That's what I've been trying to tell them. You two could learn a thing or two from this guy." Dean smiled, not realising that it had offended Sam and Millie.

"Yeah, I bet we could." Sam said, sarcastically. "Look, I'm not gonna bring you guys down. I'm just gonna go back to the motel."

"Yeah, I think I'll join you." Millie sighed, getting out of her chair.

"You sure?" Dean asked at the same time Mateo asked, "Really?"

"Yeah."

"Sammy? Remind me to beat that buzzkill out of you later, all right?" Dean said, throwing Sam the keys. "And Millie? Go nuts on the minifridge. You earnt it after the morgue."

Millie rolled her eyes at the reminder of the corpse. Mateo pulled her down to kiss her goodnight, but Millie turned her head slightly so he kissed her cheek instead. Mateo tried to hide his hurt and confusion, while Millie tried to offer him a reassuring smile, though it looked somewhat like a grimace. The two younger Winchesters headed off, leaving Dean, Mateo and Gordon to continue their celebration.

"Something I said?" Gordon asked.

"Nah, nah, he just gets that way sometimes. And Millie'll warm up to you. She's a softie. Tell you what... match of Quarters for the next round."

Sam and Millie headed back into the motel, disappointed in both Dean and Mateo for how they were acting about the kill.

"So, I pick up this crossbow, and I hit that ugly sucker with a silver-tipped arrow right in his heart." Dean recited his story. "Sammy's waiting in the car, and uh, me and my dad take the thing into the woods, burn it to a crisp with the fire Millie's set up. I'm sitting there and looking into the fire, and I'm thinking to myself, I'm 16 years old. Most kids my age are worried about pimples, prom dates. I'm seeing things that they'll never even know. Never even dream of. So right them, I just sort of-"

"Embraced the life?" Gordon guessed.

"Yeah." Dean confirmed.

"Yeah." Gordon nodded, while Mateo smiled in agreement.

"Yeah. How'd you get started?" 

"First time I saw a vampire I was barely 18. Home alone with my sister. I hear the window break in her room. I grab my dad's gun, run in, try to get it off her. Too late. So I shoot the damn thing. Which of course is about as useful as snapping it with a rubber band. It rushes me, picks me up, flings me across the room, knocks me out cold. When I wake up, the vampire's gone, my sister's gone."

"And then?" Dean asked.

"Then... try explaining that one to your family. So I left home. And then bummed around looking for information: how you track 'em, how you kill 'em. That I got from Mateo's old man; it's how we met. And I found that fang- it was my first kill."

"Sorry about your sister." Dean offered.

"Yeah. She was beautiful. I can still see her, you know? The way she was. From the way Mateo talks about her, she was a lot like your sister. But, hey, that was a long time ago. I mean, your dad. It's gotta be rough."

"Yeah. Yeah, you know, he was just one of those guys. Took some terrible beatings, he just kept coming. So you're always thinking to yourself, 'he's indestructible. He'll always be around, nothing can kill my dad.' Then just like that he's gone. I can't talk about this to Sammy. You know, I gotta keep my game face on. And Millie, well, there's no hiding anything from that one. I swear, she's got a spidey-sense for these kind of things. But, uh, the truth is I'm not handling it very well. Feel like I have this-"

"Hole inside you?" Gordon asked. "And it just gets bigger and bigger and darker and darker? Good. You can use it. Keeps you hungry. Trust me. There's plenty out there needs killing, and this'll help you do it."

"Dean, it's not a crime to need your job." Mateo reassured him.

***************

Ellen was working the Roadhouse, which was crowded, when the phone rang.

"Harvelle's Roadhouse."

"Hey, Ellen, uh, Millie Winchester."

"Millie, it's good to hear from you. You kids are okay, aren't you?"

"Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine." Millie assured, then continued due to the pointed look Sam was giving her. "Got a question."

"Yeah, shoot."

"You ever run across a guy named Gordon Walker?"

"Yeah, I know Gordon."

"And?"

"Well, he's a real good hunter. Why are you asking, sweetie?"

"Well, we ran into him on a job and we're kind of working with him, I guess."

"Don't do that, Millie." Ellen warned her, her tone becoming serious.

"I- I thought you said he was a good hunter." Millie said, confused.

"Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working on a job you kids just let him handle it and you move on."

"But Matty seems to get along-"

"Don't let Mateo work with him either. That boy's a sweetheart, but he gets easily pulled into Gordon's way of hunting. You just listen to what I'm telling you, okay?"

"Right, okay." Millie said, hanging up the phone.

"What did she say?" Sam asked, having a vague idea from the one side of the conversation he heard.

Millie looked up, concerned about what kind of trouble her brother and her boyfriend had gotten themselves mixed up in.

***************

"Know why I love this life?" Gordon asked the two boys.

"Hmm?"

"It's all black and white. There's no maybe. You find the bad thing, kill it. See, most people spend their lives in shades of gray. Is this right? Is that wrong? Not us."

"Not sure Sammy or Millie would agree with you, but uh..." Dean smirked, taking a sip of his beer.

"Doesn't seem like your brother and sister's much like us." Gordon noted. Dean and Mateo stared at him, unsure whether to be offended. "I'm not saying their wrong. Just different. But you, me and Mateo? We were born to do this. It's in our blood."

Dean looked down, thoughtful.

***************

Back at the motel, Sam was outside buying a soda from the vending machine. He started walking back to his room, when he paused, thinking he heard something. He cautiously opened the door, where Millie was walking out of the bathroom in an old Led Zeppelin shirt and sweatpants, her hair wet after having a shower. She noticed the suspicious look on Sam's face.

"What?"

Sam paused, looking around then sighed in relief. "Nothing."

He placed his soda can on the table, when a figure jumped out of hiding and attacked Sam. 

"Sam!" Millie yelled, rushing to help her brother, who had already knocked the first attacker to the ground.

Another attacker snuck up behind Sam, knocking him into a wall and rendering him unconscious. Millie rushed to throw a hard punch at the second attacker's face, knocking him to the ground, when the first attacker managed to get back up and slammed a telephone into the back of Millie's head, knocking her out, too.

***************

In the farmhouse, Sam and Millie were bound to a chair each and gagged. They both had sacks over the heads, which were yanked off. They looked up and saw the bartender they had interviewed. The bartender opened his mouth, revealing descending fangs, and began advancing on the struggling siblings as he snarled.