A:N// This chapter is written to the song The Scientist by Coldplay. It's a sad song but it fit's the chapter really well and it's good.

"What happened?" he asked. He stopped himself from repeating what Sam had said. He didn't want to freak Halley out. But he guessed that she already knew that something was going on.

"They found his body mutilated in the bathroom," Sam explained to Dean. "And since most of the death's around here have been multiple at the same time, they're checking all the neighbor's houses since Mike lived alone."

Halley waited for Dean to get off the phone so she could ask him what was going on. But she couldn't take it anymore. "Dean what's going on?" She asked him with concern in her voice.

"And?" Dean asked waiting for Sam to continue. He felt bad for ignoring Halley but he didn't exactly have the heart to tell her that Mike was dead. They had just talked to him the other day and the reality of it all was too horrifying.

"Nothing so far," Sam said. "But hopefully they'll have something by the time you guys get here."

Dean was already headed in that direction anyway. He just didn't know what was going to happen when Halley realized that Mike was dead. He figured that to Halley, Mike being dead would only be a wake-up call for the whole thing. People were going to keep dying until they were all gone. And that included Halley. "Okay we're on our way," Dean said and then hung up his phone.

"Dean," Halley pleaded. "Tell me what's going on."

Dean hesitated before saying anything. "It's Mike." That's all he could manage to say.

Halley leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. "Oh God," she muttered and began breathing slightly heavier than she had been before.

Dean looked over at Halley. He didn't know what to say. Usually he would have been able to tell her anything and everything that she wanted to hear in this kind of situation. But he needed to mean it. "Halley," he began. "It's going to be alright."

"How can you say that?" She almost yelled at him. "All my friends are dying and by the looks of it, there isn't much that can be done."

"We're going to figure something out," Dean told her. His frustration was building up because part of him thought that Halley was right. So far, they hadn't found anything. But that didn't mean that they wouldn't keep trying.

Halley shook her head as she fought back the tears that were forming in her eyes. There was no way that she was going to let Dean see her cry.

Dean looked over at her again with a straight face. He pulled into Mike's parking lot where siren lights were going off and there were about three police cars. Dean got out of the car and waited to see if Halley would get out. She was still huddled in her seat in his car. He didn't want to leave her but he needed to find Sam.

He pulled out his phone and called Sam's number. "Sammy where are you?" he asked.

"I'm walking towards you," Sam told Dean.

Dean looked around and saw Sam. He hung up his phone and leaned against his car.

Sam saw that Halley was still in Dean's car and that she wasn't doing so well. "How's she holding up?" he asked.

Dean ran his hand over his face. "Not so good," he told Sam.

Sam sighed and looked around. "They found another body," he told his brother.

Dean looked at Sam with his straight face. "Where was it?" he asked.

"A couple houses down," Sam began to explain. "The body had several bullet shots in it and they're saying that Mike put numerous amounts of drugs into their system," Sam said.

"Drugs?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged.

"Mike did drugs for a while."

Dean turned around to see Halley getting out of the car.

"He told us that he didn't do them anymore but none of us believed him," she explained as she walked over to them and leaned against the car next to Dean.

Dean wrapped his arm around Halley and she began crying. She buried her head into Dean's chest and wrapped his arms around his waist inside his jacket.

"All my friends are dying and there's nothing that says I'm not going to die with them," she cried.

Dean tried to calm her down but knew that nothing could honestly help. No words could sooth someone who was loosing friends at the drop of a hat.

The red lights painted everyone's faces red as the sirens kept rotating. Dean looked around and saw that they were hauling the neighbor's dead body out of the house and into a truck. Thankfully it was covered. It wasn't exactly something that should be open to the public exactly.

"Come on," Dean told her. "We'll take you home."

Halley came out from his jacket and shook her head. "No I can't go home," she told him while she was whipping away fallen tears. "I'll….I'll just go stay with Anne."

Dean and Sam looked confused.

"Why can't you go home?" Sam asked.

"Because my parents will bombard me with things that I don't want to be hearing from them, and I know Anne won't want to talk about it either so I'll be fine there," she explained.

Dean didn't like the idea of leaving Halley alone with another person who was playing the Pathway. Especially when he didn't know what kind of crazy things it could have Anne do to Halley. He didn't even want to think about it.

"No," Dean said in a firm voice.

Halley looked at him with confusion in her eyes. "What do you mean no?" She asked.

"I mean no. You're not going to stay the night with Anne," he informed her.

"What the hell are you talking about?" She demanded. "You can't tell me where I can and can not stay." She was pretty close to shouting.

"Well I am and if you don't like that then too bad," he snapped. He couldn't help it, but his frustration was getting the better half of him. He just wanted Halley to stay safe. And if that meant tying her to a chair in his motel, then so be it.

"What are you going to do about it?" She asked as she folded her arms over her chest. "Kidnap me?" She challenged. She gave him a look, saying that she had already won this battle.

Dean let a smug look appear on his face and Halley's facial expression changed quicker than her grandmother could scarf down corn-dogs. And that was pretty fast.

"If you touch me then I'll scream," she warned as she pointed a finger at him.

Dean tucked his hands in his pockets and shrugged. "Fine. If you want to stay at Anne's and have the possibility of her killing you while you sleep, then go for it," Dean told her.

She narrowed her eyes at him and tried to see if he was lying to her or not. Finally, she made up her mind. "Yes, I want to go stay with Anne," she told him.

Dean shrugged and got into the drivers seat while Sam walked over to the passengers and got in. Halley got into the back of the car and sat in the middle so she was visible to Dean in the rear-view mirror.

"So tell me Halley," Dean began. "Why is it that you would feel safer with Anne, who could get a call in the middle of the night telling her to kill you, rather than Sam and I who would protect you no matter what?" Dean asked. He looked at her through the mirror.

She looked off to the side and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't say anything. The truth was, she didn't feel safer with Anne. But Dean had already made his point that she wasn't allowed to stay with Anne so that's exactly what she was going to do. It's not her fault she could be awfully stubborn.

"That's what I thought," Dean said under his breath so that she couldn't hear. But she knew that he had said something.

Sam fought back a chuckle that was rising in his throat as he shook his head. Halley was stubborn, just like Dean. Only, she wasn't as stubborn as Dean. Sam didn't think that anybody could be that stubborn. Ever.

Dean began driving and he wasn't going to tell Halley, but he wasn't exactly going in the direction of Anne's house. It's not like he knew where it was anyways.

Halley didn't notice this though. She was too busy being stubborn and trying to ignore Dean. Sure, she could have talked to Sam. But she figured that would have been hard considering that she didn't know Sam as well as she knew Dean.

Dean looked in his rear-view mirror once again to see if Halley had noticed that he was heading towards the motel instead of Anne's. She still was clueless. He couldn't help but to smirk a little bit. His plan had worked and once they got to the motel, Halley couldn't do anything about it.

Now, Dean knew that this probably wasn't the most mature way to go about the whole situation. But seriously, he was Dean. He didn't care if what he was doing was mature or not. If it worked, it was fine by him. And he knew that this was going to work. Halley was clueless and that's all that mattered.

Sam noticed this and looked at his brother with an 'are-you-kidding-me' expression on his face. Sam didn't know Halley that well, but he knew that she wouldn't be happy when they pulled into the motel and not her friend Anne's house.

A few more minutes passed until Dean pulled his Impala into the parking lot and parked it. He looked in the back seat to see Halley passed out. He didn't blame her. Today had been a pretty crazy day and he figured that it was better that she had fallen asleep.

"Hey Sam will you hold the door open for me while I bring her inside?" Dean asked his brother as he got out of the car.

"What do you think she's going to do when she wakes up in the middle of the night and she doesn't know where she is?" Sam asked as he got out of the car as well.

Dean shrugged. "I haven't really thought that Sammy," he confessed. "But then I guess when she screams we'll wake up and we can explain things to her." He grinned and opened up the back door so that he could carry Halley into the motel.

He scooped her up in his arms and Sam held the door open like Dean had asked him to.

Dean carried her inside and placed her on his bed. Sam closed the door and folded his arms over his chest. "Now where do you plan to sleep?" Sam asked. As much as Dean would like to think it, he knew that he couldn't stay up all night, sleeping on the couch.

Dean shrugged. "This is a queen size bed," he told his brother.

Sam walked over to his bed and sat down. "Dean she's not going to be too happy when she wakes up, let alone when she wakes up next to you," he pointed out.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked. "She would love to wake up next to me. In fact, she won't even know that she's awake because she'll think that she's dreaming." He grinned and kicked his shoes off.

Sam laughed to himself and laid down on his bed. "Whatever Dude," he said. "You're going to be the one that she beats up when she wakes up and doesn't remember ever coming here."

Dean didn't want to admit that Sam could be right. But he didn't really care. It's not like Halley could do that much damage to him. She was only a girl, after all.

So he went over to his bed where Halley laid, sleeping. So much had happened to her today. Now Dean regretted telling her his life story. He shouldn't have dumped all of that extra baggage on her. He still didn't even know what had compelled him to do it in the first place.

He laid down next to Halley and closed his eyes. Dean just hoped that Sam wasn't right. Dean wasn't exactly all that pleasant when he was woken up out of a dead sleep in the middle of the night. He just hoped that Halley wouldn't have to experience it.

Halley woke up to find herself in a room that she didn't recognize. She fought back the urge to scream because something about the room didn't feel scary or unsafe at all. She looked around and Sam saw sleeping. Where the hell was she? She looked around for Dean when she felt something hard next to her. She flipped her body over and saw that Dean was sleeping right next to her.

She sat up in the bed. She was going to have to get Dean back for that one. After she told him not to bring her to the motel, but he had done it anyways. But at the same time, she was glad that he had. Halley hadn't really wanted to spend the night at Anne's. As much as she would hate to admit it, Dean was right. She wasn't safe with any of her friends anymore. And that was the worse feeling that was possible.

The room was still pretty dark and Halley wondered what time it was. It had to be close to six in the morning because the last time she looked at the clock was when she and Dean had been heading over to Mikes. And at the time it had been nearly eight.

She looked around but didn't see any red digits that would hint the presence of a digital clock. Halley sighed and her eyes kept scanning the room. Then she remembered that Dean always wore a wrist watch. She found his arm and felt his wrist but it wasn't there. She reached for the other one but it wasn't there either.

Halley looked over on the night-stand and saw that he had taken it off. She looked at it closely and read out the digits 5:47. It was almost six in the morning and she had to be at work in a few hours. But the thing was, she didn't care about work anymore. It actually was the least of her priorities. Not to mention the fact that a few of her friends worked there and she didn't want to risk getting hurt.

She sighed and fell back down onto the bed. She looked over at Dean and smiled. But that smile quickly faded as she began to realize what was happening.

She was falling for him and that wasn't good. It's not that she didn't have an issue for falling with guys. But it hadn't happened in a really long time. And Dean wasn't the best guy to be falling for. What was going to happen when this was all over? It's not like he was going to stick around and be with Halley anyways. She just needed to distance herself a little. It was for the best and it would save them both heartbreak. Well, at least it would save Halley. She didn't even know if Dean felt the same way. She figured that she was just some hook-up that he wanted. But hooking-up with him would only make matters worse. Wow. It was like everything was going down-hill for Halley. Way down-hill.