Ch 5 Section 3

                                    

                                          
Sam held his hands to his head as he started to fall. Angel and Dean ran over to catch him and lowered him gently to the asphalt.

                          
Worry filled Angel, "Sammy?"
                          
"What is it?" Dean asked, "What do you see?"
                          
Andy backed up a few feet, "Look, I didn't do anything to him."
                          
"A woman." Sam groaned, "A woman burning alive."
                          
"What else?" Angel pressed, "You get any details?"
                          
"A gas station, a woman is gonna kill herself.
                          
"What does he mean, going to?" Andy knelt down beside them, "What is he- what is-"
                          
Deans eyes snapped to his, "Shut up!"
                          
"What happened, Sam?" Angel squeezed his shoulder gently, "How?"
                          
"She gets triggered by a call on her cell."
                          
"When?"
                          
"I don't know." He let Angel and Dean help him stand as he glared directly at Andy, "But as long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch he can't hurt her."
                          
"I didn't hurt anybody!"
                          
"Yeah, not yet." A fire engine roared past them, sirens blaring, and they all turned to watch it before Sam looked to his siblings, "Go."
                          
Angel and Dean ran off to follow the siren as Andy tried to step past Sam.
                          
He stopped him with a hand on his chest, "No, not you. You're staying here with me."
                          
At the gas station... 
                          
As the firemen put out the fire Dean called Sam on his cell, "She's dead. Burned up, just like you said."
                          
"When?"
                          
"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."
                          
"I don't know, alright? 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 it- it can't be him, it's gotta be somebody else doing this."
                          
"That doesn't make any sense."
                          
"What else is new? We'll dig around here, see what else we can find."
                          
Back at the vacant lot... 
                          
Andy looked at Sam from across the abandoned truck they sat on, "So you get these premonitions of people about to die?" Sam nodded, "That's impossible."
                          
Sam laughed, "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." Sam raised a questioning brow, "I don't get it, I mean, you could... have anything you ever wanted."
                          
"I mean..." Andy frowned, "I- I got everything I need."
                          
Sam studied him, "So... you're really not a killer, huh?"
                          
He laughed, "That's what I've been trying to tell you!"
                          
"That's good." Sam relaxed a bit, offering a smile, "Means there's hope for both of us."
                          
Angel and Dean pulled up in the Impala just then making the boys stand.