A:N// Sorry for the wait…again. Summer is coming to the end and that doesn't exactly make me want to write. It makes me mad! Haha anyways, here's the next chapter. I'm definitely going to finish this before school starts.
The car ride back to the motel was quiet, but they were all used to it by now.
Halley could hear the sound of the sirens that were already back at Jane's house and part of her wished that she could be there with Jane. She wanted to go into the ambulance with her friend and ride to the hospital with her. But Halley knew that it was simply impossible. She knew the danger that was really out there. She just knew that her life wouldn't be the same.
And then she began to wonder. What was going to happen once everything was over? She knew that her friends would eventually leave the hospital and start up their daily lives again. Of course, they wouldn't know the amount of information Halley knew. But they would still know. She would know that there was more stuff like that out there. But they wouldn't. She would know that something had killed Mike and it hadn't been a suicide. But they wouldn't. All these things, she wanted to tell them. But she wouldn't.
It was assumed by now that Halley would just spend the night at the motel again. Of course, the sleeping arrangements would be slightly different. Halley wouldn't just go to sleep in the same bed as Dean by acknowledgement. Not to mention, things seemed to be a little weird between Halley and Dean now. Yet, she didn't know why he was acting strange.
As if by clock work, the Impala pulled into the parking lot of the motel. They sat there for a minute until Sam got out first. Dean soon followed, and then Halley did.
Sam opened up the back seat door and pulled out the bag with all their supplies. Well, not all of their supplies. But the ones that were vital for the whole exorcism thing.
They all walked towards their motel room and Dean was the first to go inside.
Halley collapsed on the couch and brought her knees close to her chest. "So, now what?" She asked. It was the first thing that someone had said since getting into the Impala. Scary.
Dean pulled off his brown leather jacket and tossed it on the bed. He shrugged. "Tomorrow we're going to see the last of your little friends and do the same thing that we did today. It worked pretty well so it's a solid strategy."
Halley looked over at Sam to see what he had to say. He was already on his laptop. But she had no idea what he could actually be doing on there. Halley had no idea what Sam was ever doing on his laptop. He already seemed to be a walking encyclopedia.
Finally she just sighed and leaned her head back against the couch. She was already bored and her mind was racing. All she needed was just some…fresh air.
Halley stood up and zipped up her sweater. "I'm going to take a walk." She saw Sam look up and then looked at Dean with concern in his eyes. Halley shook her head. "I'll stay close by and I have my cell-phone on so if I need anything I'll call," she promised and walked out the door.
Sam looked back at his laptop and continued doing small research for their next gig. He kept his eyes on the screen. "Go talk to her," he said.
Dean looked up and shook his head. He wasn't going to bother insisting that he didn't know what Sammy was talking about anymore. It was just a waste of breath.
Sam sighed and closed his laptop. She folded his arms over his chest and looked at Dean. "Would you rather leave this place without telling Halley how you feel?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow.
Dean sat down on his bed and leaned forward. "Yeah, because then I don't have to worry about her and her feelings. If I don't say anything then I have no proof in knowing that I'm not doing something right." But Dean would never stay behind and let his brother continue hunting. He just couldn't.
Sam shook his head. "Just because you think you can fool everyone else doesn't mean that you can fool yourself, Dean." He paused and kept his gaze upon his older brother.
"What's the point?" Dean asked after a few minutes in silence.
Sam didn't say anything. No matter what he said, he knew that his brother would find a way to make it more complicated. That's just what Dean was good at. At least, sometimes he was.
Sam sighed and opened his laptop. "Whatever dude," he said. "It's your choice." He was getting a bit tired of trying to convince his brother to do the right thing.
"So do you have any leads on where we're going next?" Dean asked, totally ignoring what Sam had said.
He shook his head. "Nothing yet. I mean, I've found a few things but nothing that seems like our type of job."
Dean nodded his head and decided to leave the finding a job business to his dorky little brother. That was his job after all.
He was getting bored. Sam was doing what he did best and Dean was just, sitting there. "I'm gonna get some air," Dean said as he stood up and grabbed his jacket off the bed.
Sam looked up and attempted to suppress his grin. He knew what his brother was really doing and he was sort of proud of him. It wasn't like Dean to really deal with a situation that he felt didn't need to be dealt with. But in reality, it did need to be dealt with. Dean just didn't want to admit it.
"Alright," Sam said with a hint in his voice that suggested that he knew what Dean was really doing.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Dude, just lay off alright?" he said.
Sam ignored Dean and just looked back at the glowing screen of his computer.
Dean walked out the door and looked around. He couldn't see Halley anywhere but he kept looking.
There was a swing-set across the street. It was weird because Dean couldn't imagine someone staying in a motel like that, having kids.
Through the darkness he could see a swing moving. He wasn't sure if it was the wind or if someone was on it. But then he realized that it wasn't windy so he knew that it was someone else. And he also knew that it had to be Halley. She said that she wouldn't go off far.
He walked through the dark and across the street. Yep, it was definitely Halley.
She looked up at Dean and smiled a little. "What'cha doing out here?" she asked as she looked back down at her feet. She started to draw scribbles in the sand with her feet.
Dean walked through the sand and leaned against one of the poles the held up the swings. He shrugged. "I dunno."
Halley sighed. She couldn't imagine what Dean was really out there for. "So where are you guys going after this?" She asked him.
He looked out into the sky and kept any signs of emotion off his face. "We're not sure yet. Sam is back at the motel looking for places right now." After saying that, Dean figured that it probably wasn't the best thing to say.
She nodded her head. She took her foot and moved it across the sand so it erased all the scribbles that she had done.
There was a silence for about five minutes before Halley looked up from the sand and decided to speak. "I'm moving after all this is done," Halley said.
Dean looked over at her, confused.
She scoffed a bit. "I can't stay here Dean. This is the town where some of my friends died. Not to mention I can't continue to work in the Diner where I was attacked." She paused and looked over at him, then back down at the sand. "My parents don't really understand why I'm leaving, but I don't really expect them to know." It's not like Halley could just explain everything to them.
The weird thing was, Dean understood. He knew that it would be a living hell for Halley to live in the town after everything was over. "Where are you moving to?" he asked her.
She shrugged. "I'm not sure yet. I was looking at some places in Kansas," she explained.
Dean's mind was racing. He and Sammy always avoided Kansas, or at least they tried to. So maybe this was a way of showing Dean that nothing could ever happen between him and Halley. "Oh yeah? Why Kansas?" he asked, trying to make the conversation as little uncomfortable as he could.
She shrugged. "There's this one town, I can't quite remember the name but it's pretty weird," she began and chuckled a little. "But they've got an open job at a coffee shop that has good house," Halley said.
Dean nodded his head and kicked some dirt with his shoe. He couldn't even remember why he had gone outside in the first place. Well, he did but he was trying to convince himself otherwise. He got up and started to walk away but was stopped by Halley's voice.
"Dean?" She asked as she looked up.
He turned around and looked at her. "Yeah?" he answered her. Dean tucked his hands into his jean pockets and waited for her to say whatever she had wanted to say to him.
She looked down at the sand and then back up at him. "Why did you really come out here?" she asked. "I mean, I know it wasn't just because you wanted to sit there and have some small talk with me." Halley chuckled a little.
Dean took one hand out of his pocket and scratched the back of his head. "Uhh…I can't really remember anymore," he lied and shrugged.
Halley rolled her eyes and sighed loudly.
"What?" he asked.
She shook her head. "Nothing. I just thought you wouldn't be lying through your ass right now."
Dean raised both of his eyebrows at her, shocked at what she had said. "What are you talking about?" he asked.
Halley shrugged and looked up at him. "I think you know what I'm talking about," she challenged.
He shook his head and looked around with an unbelievable look upon his face.
She stood up and folded her arms over her chest. "Look, I'm not saying that I think your in love with me or anything but I think you came out here to talk to me about something important. And if you're seriously just going to turn around and walk away like it wasn't anything important then go ahead." She looked a little pissed. "Walk away Dean."
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Dean looked at her and she stared at him right back. "Okay," he said, giving her a little attitude of his own. "You want to know the truth?" he asked.
Halley looked a little surprised. "Yes," she said calmly.
He nodded his head and put his hand back into his pocket. "For some reason I told myself to come out here and talk to you about how I feel. But then again, that is pretty lame. I don't do that shit. Ever. So I'm a little confused as to how this girl that I've just met only a few days ago has me standing here acting like a complete idiot," he told her.
Halley stood there, stunned. She hadn't expected Dean to really tell her everything. Well, maybe that hadn't been everything. But it was a lot for Dean.
Dean took his hands out of his pocket and put his arms out to the side and then let them drop. "There. Are you happy now?" he asked with a bit of annoyance in his voice.
She shook her head and looked down at her shoes and then back up at Dean. "Yeah I'm glad that you told me everything," she snapped at him. "But don't understand how much harder this makes everything?" she questioned him.
He nodded his head. "Why do you think that I didn't even want to come out here?" he asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Dean. If you want to pretend like you didn't then fine by me. You can still be the macho man that you pretend to be," she explained to him with a shrug that meant she gave up.
Dean shook his head. "I think it's a little too late to pretend like what just happened didn't happen," he shot back at her.
Halley kept still and didn't do anything. She didn't move her head and she didn't say anything. She was taking it all in. "Your right," she finally said. "So what now?" she asked him.
He shrugged. "That's the thing Halley," he explained to her. "Nothing can happen. We're leaving soon and I wouldn't do anything to make things more difficult for you."
Halley gave him a small smile. "Well then," she said. "We might as well just enjoy things while we can." She figured that there was no way to live in pain when she should be enjoying everything.
He nodded his head. "Sure."
A:N// There ya go. I'll get the next chapter up tomorrow.