A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, I had planned for it to be longer but my beta is going to be unavailable for a day and I couldn't finish it on time, so it'll be up Sunday night when she gets back :) . I hope you all enjoy this chapter though.


Chapter 29

"Alright now, just concentrate on moving the pencil." Missouri instructed

Haley let out a steady breath and cleared her mind here goes nothing. She slid a little closer to the edge of the couch and concentrated on the pencil. Within a few minuets of staring, everything around her seemed to go out of focus and all she could see was the #2 pencil sitting on the edge of the coffee table, mocking her. Anytime you feel like moving would be nice.

Dean, Sam, and Missouri watched as Haley seemed to go into some sort of trance. Her muscles stiffened, her face was starting to look a little flushed, and her breath seemed to hitch a bit. Dean wanted to shake her out of it, to make her breathe normally again, but Missouri shook her head 'no' halting his actions.

Haley fixed her eyes on the pencil willing it to move. She didn't care if it moved a half inch so long as it moved damnit. Come on; come on…She thought as her vision suddenly went in and out of focus. Just move.

Sam clenched his jaw as he looked on. Haley was chanting something under her breath and he couldn't quite make it out. Slightly frustrated he got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen. Maybe he and Dean had jumped the gun on this one. Maybe this hadn't been a good idea. What if she wasn't ready for this? Missouri may be psychic all she wants but only he and Dean know what's right for Haley.

Dean sat in the same spot glancing from Haley to the kitchen where Sam had disappeared off to. He was torn between staying by Haley and going in to check on Sammy. He wasn't one-hundred percent sure why Sam had up and left, but he had a feeling it had to do with Haley.

Missouri sensing his predicament nodded her head while shooting a quick glance towards the kitchen letting him know it was ok if he stepped out for a bit; she'd stay with Haley.

Dean placed his hand on Haley's knee and gave it a reassuring squeeze before he reluctantly got up and walked off into the kitchen to find Sam. These were the times where he wished he could split himself in two so he could be with both his siblings at once.

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Missouri watched on as Haley put all her concentration on the one task assigned to her. She could feel the struggle starting to build up in Haley, she could see it on her face, but Haley was determined and she didn't seem to be giving up.

It had been almost fifteen minuets since Missouri had laid the pencil on that coffee table and for thirteen of those minuets Haley had remained completely still, she didn't even blink. All her focus was aimed at that small unsharpened #2 pencil and nothing else.

Missouri was starting to question whether this had been a good idea. Maybe she should have given Haley more time to absorb things, to prepare for this. But then they'd run the risk of her having an episode, and her lack of control would definitely be an issue.

Sighing, Missouri stood up and took a seat beside Haley on the couch and rested her worn out hands over Haley's overlapped hands. She could tell Haley was struggling with this, but she also knew that she could do it. If anyone could master it, it was her; she was a Winchester after all. Come on baby, you can do it. She whispered as she gave Haley's hand a reassuring squeeze. I know you can.

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Dean took a seat at the table opposite of Sam. Both brothers remained quiet for a few minutes; Dean not sure of what to say and Sam afraid to say anything at all. After a few awkward silent moments Dean decided to break the silence.

"Sammy, everything ok?" he asked, concern etched in his voice.

Sam grabbed the salt shaker sitting in front of him and started sliding it from one side to the other and blocking it with his hands. He was as ok as he was going to get at this moment.

"Yeah, fine," he said quietly.

Dean sighed and folded his arms over the table in front of him. "Alright, what's on your mind, Francis?" he asked with a slight grin.

Sam looked up and shook his head in amusement. Leave it to Dean to know when something was wrong. Why did he even bother trying to hide anything from him?

Sighing, he slid the salt shaker away from him and looked up at Dean "Do you think we did the right thing with Haley?"

Dean pulled his gaze from Sam and focused on the bright colored wall in front of him. He figured this was what Sam was being all broody about.

"I don't know Sam. I mean half the time I don't even know if I'm doing what's right for either of you," he said sadly. "I know she needs this, she needs to be able to control them, but I don't know if now was the right time; everything is just too…fresh."

Sam nodded. "I get that Missouri is trying to help, but Dean, I just don't feel right about pushing Haley into this so quickly, man."

"Yeah well we can't really stop it right now Sam, not when she's working her mojo or whatever it is she's doing in there," he said waving his hand in the direction of the living room.

"Ok, so what, are we just gonna let her continue these lessons? Because seriously Dean, I don't like it," Sam said slightly frustrated.

"Look, we can't talk about this now Sam, Haley is in there trying to do some Jedi mind trick thing and we're in here. We'll talk about this after this is over ok?" he said using his "end of discussion" voice.

Sam rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. Dean was right; this could be dealt with later, once this lesson was over.

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It felt like she'd been staring at the pencil for a god damn eternity already and it just wasn't moving. She was tired and she wanted to stop. Her arms were starting to tingle, and her eyes were starting to burn from the lack of blinking. And the pressure, God the pressure in her head was seriously gonna make her brains ooze out of her ears any minute now if they weren't already. She could feel something wet and warm sliding down her face and God help her if it was her brain because Dean was seriously not going to be thrilled about cleaning up her brain matter.

Missouri picked up on Haley's thoughts and quickly but carefully began to shake her out of her trance like state. This was the part she dreaded most; coming out of it was tough on everyone. Missouri was quickly reminded of her own painful experiences back when she first started her lessons and lord forgive her for putting Haley through this.

"Alright baby, come on, snap out of it," she instructed.

Blood slowly started oozing out of Haley's nose and ears and little whimpers where making there way through her lips. Haley was slowly coming back to reality and it sucked.

Missouri quickly grabbed a Kleenex from the coffee table and called out to Sam and Dean.

"Dean, Sam, you better get in here!" she yelled as she tilted Haley's head upward.

Sam and Dean both ran out of the kitchen to Haley's side.

"What the hell happened?" Dean asked worried


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