A:N// Okie pokie so I've got…okay so I don't have any ideas for this chapter. Im just going to write and hopefully something good will come out of it. Yay! Im wicked excited for today because it's the release of Eclipse. So this might be the only chapter for a few days. I hope you guys liked the last chapter.
Halley had been awake for hours. She supposed that she had gotten enough sleep last night when she had fallen asleep in Dean's car at some point. Then again, she would have done something crazy if she had been awake when Dean and Sam had brought her to the motel. Something probably having to do with screaming and things like that. The usual.
She was seriously thinking about taking Dean's car keys and going for a little joy ride. She knew how much he loved that car and she knew that it would piss him off. Then again, she knew the wrath that she would return to once the guys were awake. She figured that they couldn't sleep much longer, or so she thought.
Halley crawled off the bed and walked around the room. She spotted the duffel bag that was full of their weapons, and they sort of freaked her out. There wasn't anything else in the room that interested her that much, well, not saying that the weapons interested her. But they weren't something that she saw every day.
Sam's laptop was sitting on the table and Halley spotted it. She walked over to the table and sat down. Well, if they were going to sleep the day away then she figured that she might as well make herself useful and do some research. The only problem was, she didn't know what to look for.
"Okay," she said out-loud to herself. "Sam said something about possession so I guess I could start with that."
Her fingers raced across the keyboard while she began searching for lore on possession. A few hundred sites popped up and she started at the first one.
For the next hour her eyes scanned the computer screen while she read away. She couldn't believe how much lore there was on possession and the ways to stop it. So far her favorite had been the whole exorcism thing. It reminded her of a few movies that had made her laugh. She wondered if Dean and Sam planned on performing those exorcism things on her friends.
She closed the laptop and pushed it away. She now knew too much information on possession for her taste. At least now she wouldn't be completely oblivious when Dean and Sam talked about it. At least, she hoped not.
Halley leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. The information raced through her mind and she felt like her head was going to explode. So many religions had their own insight on the whole possession thing, none of which really helped her. She didn't need to know about what religions thought, although some of it did help. For instance, the Catholic Church still defined true signs of possession as displaying superhuman strength, often accompanied by fits and convulsions; changes in personality; having knowledge of the future or other secret information; and being able to understand and converse in languages not previously known to the victim, such as the phenomenon glossolalia.
Too bad Halley didn't know what the hell phenomenon glossolalia meant. She decided that she would just ask Sam what it was when he woke up. Of course he would ask her why she wanted to know and all that crap but she didn't really care. As long as her questions got answered, she was all set.
She began to click her tongue inside her mouth as she waited for them to wake up. 'Click. Clack. Click. Clack.' Halley sighed and got up from her chair and went over to the night-stand where she could see what time it was. It was nearly eight in the morning. How they were still sleeping, was beyond her. Then again, she loved sleeping in and rarely got to do it because of work.
She paced around the room and began counting her foot-steps. She stopped and rolled her eyes. "This is ridiculous," she muttered under her breath.
Sam turned over and Halley hoped that he was waking up. She knew that she would probably die of boredom if someone didn't wake up soon. She felt like a little kid who had to be entertained every minute. But that wasn't the case; she was just bored out of her skull.
Halley sat down on the bed that Dean was still sleeping on. "Sammy," she said in a sing-song voice.
Sam lifted his head to see Halley sitting on the bed opposite of his. She was wide-awake and Sam wasn't really surprised. She had crashed pretty early last night. Well, early for Sam and Dean.
He let his head drop back on his pillow. "Don't call me Sammy," he mumbled in a sleep voice. He was going to wake up; he just didn't let other people call him Sammy. Hell, he still hated it when Dean called him Sammy.
Halley laughed. "Fine," she agreed. "But you still need to get up." She looked around the room and grinned. "It's almost two in the afternoon," she told him.
Sam's head whipped up and he looked around. "Are you serious?" He asked.
Halley hid her grin and nodded her head. "Yep."
Sam groaned and sat up in bed. He couldn't remember the last time that he had slept that long, and that well. Usually he would be having night-mares about Jess, which he was just starting to get over. But they still haunted him from time to time.
"Hey Sam?" Halley asked.
"Yeah?" He answered.
"What's…glossolalia?" She asked, having a difficult time pronouncing the word.
"Glossolalia?" He asked, trying to make sure that he had heard her correctly.
Halley nodded her head.
"It's the psychic phenomenon of speaking in foreign tongues through the possessed," he explained. "The term glossolalia is derived from the Greek glossa, 'tongue' and lalia, 'to talk'." Sam paused for a minute. "Why?" he asked.
Halley shrugged. "Just wondering," she told him. "So why do these demons even want to possess us?" She asked.
"Well when a demon possesses a body, they do it for destructive purposes," he explained. "So it's doing it so it can kill other people. Then it makes the host kill itself and it leaves. And the only real way to force a demon to leave its victim is through an exorcism," Sam said.
Halley chuckled a little.
Sam looked at her in confusion and raised his eyebrows.
"Sorry," Halley apologized. "The whole exorcism thing sort of gets me," she began. "I mean, you only think that things exist in the movies and even those ones suck most of the time." She shrugged.
Sam chuckled and shrugged. "Yeah well that's because not that many people know what's really out there."
Halley nodded her head and looked behind her to if Dean was still sleeping. "Does he always sleep this soundly?" She asked, turning back to look at Sam.
Sam laughed. "If he gets the chance, but we are usually working a job so that means we always get up sometime before nine," he explained.
"Oh," Halley said, making her mouth in a circle.
She looked back over at Dean and a grin formed on her face. "I'll wake him up," she offered.
Sam grinned and motioned his hand towards Dean. "Be my guest. I'm just warning you that he isn't all that pleasant when he's woken up in the morning," he warned.
Halley shrugged and turned around to face Dean. She began bouncing on the bed. "Dean!" she yelled. "Wakey, wakey! Eggs and bakey," she said in a sing-song voice.
Dean groaned and rolled over in the bed. "What time is it?" he asked.
Halley couldn't help it. "Two in the morning," she told him.
Sam chuckled while he walked into the bathroom.
"Are you kidding me?!" He mumbled as he stuffed his head back into the pillow.
"Yes," she told him with a grin. "It's not that early," she confessed.
He rolled over so that he was laying on his back. "What time is it, really?" he asked while his eyes were still shut.
"Uhm…" she hesitated and looked over at his watch. "Well your watch says a little after nine. But I told Sam that it was nearly two in the afternoon so that he would wake up," she explained. "And see, it worked." She was proud of herself and grinned.
Dean was still waking up. At least he hadn't woken up to the sound of Halley screaming. Now that would not have been pleasant.
She got off the bed and walked around the room some more. She was still pretty bored but it wasn't as bad as when she had been awake a few hours ago. Now Sam and Dean were up and she had no idea as to what they were going to do today.
"So what are you guys doing today?" Halley asked as she played with a loose string on her jacket.
Dean shrugged and sat up in bed. "Ask Sam," he said in a sleepy voice.
Apparently Dean still wasn't awake and Halley couldn't help but to laugh to herself.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
Halley shrugged. "You," she answered him.
"You woke me up," he said as he leaned against the headboard. "That's hilarious," he said with sarcasm in his voice.
Halley laughed and Sam walked out of the bathroom.
"So what are you guys doing today?" Halley asked Sam.
"Well I was wondering if we could talk to the rest of your friends," Sam asked.
Halley shrugged. "Sure," she said. "Although I don't think that it will be much help considering they don't know anything," she pointed out.
"Well maybe we can get them to tell us what the voice is telling them to do," Sam suggested. "That way we can get an easier handle on how we can stop this from happening again."
Her insides churned as she remembered visiting Mike's house last night. Only, it wasn't Mike's house anymore. It wasn't anybody's house because Mike was dead. He was gone forever and it was because of a stupid game.
Sam saw the pain in her eyes and he gave her a reassuring smile. "Sorry," he apologized.
"For what?" she asked, looking up at him.
"I know that this must be hard for you," he pointed out.
Dean groaned from his spot on the bed. "Sam," he began. "Quite the chick flick moment. Would ya?" He asked as he sat back up in bed.
Halley glared at him.
"Shut up Dean," Sam ordered.
Dean shrugged and got off the bed. He looked at Halley who was still glaring at him. "What?" he asked like he hadn't done anything wrong.
She threw her arms down and rolled her eyes. "What do you mean 'what'?" She snapped at him. "Are you trying to tell me that I shouldn't care that all my friends are dying?" Halley challenged.
Dean didn't say anything. "No," he pointed out. But Dean didn't know how she was feeling. All his life it had been about hunting and taking care of Sam. He figured that he would feel about ten times worse than Halley if he had lost Sam.
She rolled her eyes and walked out of the motel room.
Sam looked at Dean like he couldn't believe that he had just said that. "Way to go Dean," Sam pointed out.
Dean sighed and grabbed his jacket. "I'll be right back," he said.
Dean walked out of the motel room and saw Halley walking out of the parking lot and she began walking on the road.
He ran to catch up with her and she didn't even look at him.
"Halley, where are you going?" He asked, rather annoyed.
She didn't say anything. She kept her jaw clenched and kept her gaze forward.
"Oh I see. So you're ignoring me," Dean stated and a grin formed on his face. He was going to have some fun with this. Well, at least he was going to try.
He walked next to her while she didn't say anything. He could hear the sound of his car approaching in the distance and knew that Sam was coming to pick them up.
The car pulled next to Dean and Halley. Sam rolled down the window and looked at Dean expectantly.
Dean rolled his eyes and sighed. He grabbed Halley's arm to stop her and she looked at him with disgust. "Let go of me," she ordered.
"No," Dean said.
"Dean," she warned.
"Just get in the car Halley," he said.
"No," she snapped. "You guys can talk to my friends without my help," she pointed out as she pulled her arm out of Dean's grasp.
Her cell phone rang and she picked it up without hesitation. "Hello?" she asked.
Sam and Dean exchanged glances. They had no idea if it was the Pathway calling her or something else. Whatever it was, they were going to have to be ready for Halley if she became possessed any minute.
"Why?" she asked into the phone. "Fine I'll be there in a few minutes," she said in an annoyed tone.
Dean raised his eye-brow. "Who was that?" he asked.
"Anne," she told him without hesitation. She was still pissed off at Dean but she did need a ride to the Diner. "Can you give me a ride to the Diner?" She asked Sam.
Sam nodded his head. "Sure," he said.
Halley climbed into the back and Dean went and got into the passengers seat. Sam drove off towards the Diner.
"What did she want?" Dean asked.
Halley rolled her eyes in annoyance. "She said that she wanted to talk to me," Halley said like it was no big deal.
Sam looked at Dean. He wasn't too sure if he liked the way that Halley had said that. "Did she sound…out of the ordinary?" Sam asked.
Halley shrugged. "I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention to her voice or anything," she explained. "But if it makes you guys feel any better than you can come in." She started to think back to what Anne had sounded like and wasn't too sure if she felt safe.
