It's almost worth being cooped up in a car with his belligerent twin brother for three days just to see Bobby's face when he opens the door.

The look he gives Priestly's Hi, please don't shoot me face is somewhere between shock, contemplating filling him with rock salt, and a sneeze.

"Bobby!" Sam says from behind Priestly, overly enthusiastic and hopefully distracting. "There's someone we'd like you to meet."

Bobby's gaze has moved to the hair when Dean slings an arm around the terrified Winchester. "This is my twin brother, Priestly. Priestly, Bobby. Bobby, Priestly." Dean's grin is wide and oblivious and Bobby finally shifts his eyes between the twins. He's got one eyebrow arched and he looks like he's trying really hard to think of something to say.

After a moment he just turns around and heads back into his house.

"I'm gettin' the holy water," is all he says.

*****

Priestly has a feeling the scary hillbilly doesn't like him. In the hillbilly's defense, though, it's probably partly Priestly's fault.

He really shouldn't have pretended to choke and start speaking in tongues when he was given the holy water to drink. But come on, anyone would find that funny.

Except Mr. Hillbilly, apparently, because Priestly is only about half a second into his routine when he finds himself staring down the barrel of a shotgun.

At this point he's really happy that he hasn't eaten anything in hours, because he's pretty sure if he had, he'd be shitting his pants right about…. now.

It's another half second later that the gun and Mr. Hillbilly disappear behind Dean, who has jumped in front of his brother while Sam reasons frantically somewhere in the background.

Priestly's never been so scared in his life, and maybe that why it happens.

Stuck in the chair behind Dean, Priestly tries to get a better look at what's going on. He cranes his neck to see around his twin, and as he does, he places his hand on his brother's back for balance.

Instantly the lights all around them start flickering on and off violently, and the tarot cards that had been resting on the table fly into the air and begin circling around the room, caught in their own private tornado.

Priestly thinks he hears Bobby swear and tell Dean to get out of the way, but Dean's as frozen as Priestly. They both just stand and stare at the chaos around them until Sam grabs Dean by the shoulders and pulls him away from Priestly's touch.

The lights instantly stop their strobing and the cards fall to the floor and a heavy feeling no one had noticed before dissipates from the room.

Priestly's back to staring down that shotgun barrel again, and he hears the hillbilly growl, "You boys have some explaining to do."

*****

It about an hour after "the incident" as they've all decided to call it, and Bobby is still processing.

"I mean, your dad said somethin' to me once about a missin' son once when he was drunk, but I always thought he was just talkin' about Sam goin' off to school. I never once thought he was bein' literal…" Bobby runs a hand over his face and downs another shot of whisky, obviously still reeling from the earlier fiasco.

Sam shifts in his seat, unsure of what to say.

Priestly just keeps glancing at the gun propped up against Bobby's seat. "But we're still in agreement, right? I'm not evil?"

Bobby shifts his gaze and just gives the new Winchester a look that says I haven't decided yet, so watch your ass and Priestly shrinks lower in his chair.

"Hey, ease up Bobby," Dean says from his seat next to his twin. "He's new to this, remember? We both are. We're just trying to figure things out as we go along. Our brains didn't exactly come with instruction manuals."

"Even if they did, they'd probably be in Japanese anyway," Priestly mumbles dejectedly, poking his shot glass around the table.

Dean snorts and Bobby relaxes just a little bit and for now, it's enough.

*****

They've been holed up at Bobby's for about three days when Dean gets bored and swipes Sam's computer.

He's on it for about ten minutes when he realizes he's accidentally hacked into the FBI database.

He stares at the screen for a minute before something in his head clicks and he shrieks his twin's name, realizing as soon as it's out of his mouth that is sounded a lot girlier than he'd meant it to.

Priestly pokes his head out of the kitchen, a cookie hanging out of his mouth and about five more clutched in his hand.

"Mwuf?" he says around the food.

"Are you a hacker?!" Dean hisses, still sounding like a thirteen year old girl.

Priestly raises an eyebrow and extracts the cookie from his mouth. "I have many skills," he says cryptically. "Why?"

Dean shoves his hands at the screen in an over the top gesture and oh God he starting to mimic his movements too.

Priestly just rolls his eyes and strolls over to the laptop where he proceeds to stare at the screen for a moment before breaking out in an ecstatic grin.

"Bitchin'!" he exclaims. "I've been trying to get in there for weeks! How'd you do that?"

Dean just looks at him in complete and utter bewilderment and Priestly finally shakes his head in dismissal.

"Doesn't matter. Shove over. I want a crack at this baby," he says, pushing Dean aside on the couch and cracking his knuckles. "I can't believe you got in."

"Got in where?" Sam says, walking into the living room, carrying one of Bobby's textbooks.

"The FBI database!" Priestly grins, before Dean can stop him. "Dean hacked in!"

All the colour drains out of Sam's face. "What?!" he yelps.

Priestly blissfully ignores the ensuing argument around him as his fingers fly over the keyboard.

"Are you insane?!" Sam screeches, throwing his arms in the air, still holding onto the book. "We're in enough trouble with them already! What if they track us?! What if they find us?!"

"It's not my fault!" Dean sputters from the couch, still freaking out. "It was his stupid brain mojo!" Dean points accusingly at Priestly who is still off in his own world. "The brain mojo made me do it!"

Sam's just about to argue when Priestly interrupts.

"Done," he says.

The other boys are struck silent for a second.

"What do you mean, 'done'?" Sam queries, the nervous feeling in his stomach intensifying.

"Well, you guys were wanted by the Feds, right?"

The boys nod and Priestly's smile gets even bigger.

"Not any more."

It takes the boys almost a minute to understand just what the hell that means, and then they're both scrambling to see the screen, only to notice that two names from the Most Wanted list have completely disappeared.

*****

It's about a week later when Priestly decides that they should start working on honing their psychic abilities.

They're back on the road and headed for Boston and a banshee and neither Sam nor Dean are sure if Priestly's ready.

The newest Winchester had assured them back at Bobby's that he was fully capable of handling any spooky thing that came at him with his recently acquired hunting skills and well of psychic ass-kickery (his exact words, said while making karate-chop motions with his hands).

Sam shrugged, Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, and Bobby looked like he was still thinking about shooting him.

And that was it. They packed up, said goodbye and got back on the road.

Four days later and they're on the brink of killing each other again. Priestly hasn't stopped pestering Dean about practicing their new skills since they left Bobby's and Sam has been nagging him about the banshee and finally Dean has had enough and both boys are banished to the backseat and forbidden to talk to him unless they want to suffer severe consequences.

Priestly really wants to ask what those consequences might be, but Sam knows better and shushes him.

They drive in silence for a few more miles before Priestly once again opens his big mouth.

"Sam?" he says tentatively, turning in his seat to face his younger brother. "When Missouri was working her psychic mojo on us back in her kitchen, she said something about you having powers. Are you psychic too?"

Sam is completely unprepared for the question, and in a panic, glances at the rearview mirror to see Dean watching him evenly.

It takes him a second to pull his brain together into a coherent thought, and even then, he really isn't able to speak.

"Kind of?" He says, hating the question mark at the end. "It's… complicated."

"Oh," Priestly says, turning in his seat again, getting the wrong idea. "Ok. I won't bother you about it again."

"No! No… that's not what I meant," Sam sputters, realizing his error. "It's just… I don't really know much about what I can do. Right now I have visions. I can't really control them. They just happen, and they're usually a warning that someone's about do die."

Priestly scrunches up his face.

"Ya, they're no picnic for me either." Sam says, and it occurs to him then that he hasn't spoken to anyone about his abilities in months. "My powers are different from a lot of psychics because I can't control them and the abilities come from…" Sam pauses. "…darker origins."

Priestly nods slowly and then suddenly his eyes get a faraway look in them.

"The demon," he says, and Sam sees Dean looking in the mirror again with the same eyes. "The one that killed your parents. He did this to you."

And then it's gone and Priestly's shaking his head, and Dean's eyes are back on the road, sweat visible on the back of his neck.

Sam sits in stunned silence.

Priestly's still panting lightly when he whispers, "I'm sorry."

Sam shakes his head and mumbles, "It's ok," and turns to face the window.

But Priestly places a hand on his arm and Sam looks back at his older brother.

"No," Priestly says. "I mean, I'm sorry."

Sam hears Dean let out a shaky breath, but he can't take his eyes of his Priestly.

He feels a sad smile tug at his lips despite himself.

"Thanks," he says.

*****

They're about a day from Boston and Dean has mercifully pulled into a motel for the night.

Not much is said as the trio shuffles their tired bones into the room, plopping onto their beds, with Sam having won one to himself this time after having bested his brothers in Rock Paper Scissor (both having chose scissors of course) and he is relishing in the chance to finally stretch out.

The boys go about their nightly routine with Dean checking and safeguarding the room while Priestly reads up on his mythology and Sam lounges face down on the bed until it's his turn to use the bathroom.

When it's all over and done with, Sam trudges back to his bed and collapses onto the blankets, barely making the effort to squirm beneath the sheets before falling asleep.

"Damnit," Dean cusses from his own bed.

"M'what?" Priestly mumbles beside him, eyes closed.

"Sammy left the fuckin' light on, and I really don't wanna get up."

Priestly opens his eyes. He turns to his twin and smiled slyly. "Allow me," he says, practically purring which makes Dean about twelve kinds of uncomfortable, but Priestly just turns his eyes toward the light switch and squints.

Dean's about to ask him what the hell he's doing, but his thoughts are interrupted when Priestly lays a hand on his arm and the light suddenly clicks off and even though he can't see him in the dark, Dean knows his twin is beaming.

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