A/N: Chapter 51 is here for your enjoyment!! I'm sorry if this update took long, I was aiming for a faster update but yea, sometimes things don't work out like you plan them lol. Any who, here it is nonetheless, I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Chapter 51

Dean was sitting up against the headboard silently keeping an eye on both his sleeping siblings. It was four in the morning already and he had yet to fall asleep; he'd been tossing and turning for the last fours hours.

Sighing, Dean swung his legs over the edge of the mattress and quietly made his way to the bathroom. There was no use in staying in bed if he wasn't going to sleep, might as well get showered now before Haley or Sam took over the bathroom.

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Haley shivered as the covers draped off of her small body; she'd been tossing and turning the entire night unable to get comfortable; for some reason her cramps seemed to increase in pain as she slept rather than dull down.

She lazily reached down in an attempt to bring the covers back up but gave up after a few seconds of trying. A small whimper escaped her lips as an intense cramp crept up on her, she curled into a little ball wrapping her slightly shivering arms around her middle in an effort to sooth the pain, nothing was working at this point. She was seriously contemplating on whether to get up and make a quick run for her bag or just lye there until morning came; maybe she could just breathe through the cramps, breathing seemed to calm women going through labor, why not cramps?

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Dean walked out of the steam filled bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. The room was still dark except for a small stream of light coming in from the street lights through the cracks in the curtains. He made his way to his bag and pulled out some clothes. He glanced over at Sam and Haley, checking for any signs of disturbances before turning and walking back into the bathroom to change.

Today was going to be one hell of a day with this damn pageant crap starting up, not to mention all the stuff that had gone down last night with this psychic connection stuff. If they couldn't figure that out, he wasn't so sure he would be able to let Haley out of his sight; he wouldn't risk her getting hurt, she was his number one priority, victims be damned.

Quickly changing into his boxers, jeans, t-shirt, and flannel, Dean cleaned off some of the remaining steam from the mirror and proceeded on with his morning routine. He shaved, brushed his teeth, and spiked his hair.

"Looking good Winchester," he smirked, satisfied with his appearance.

He set his stuff to the side and turned off the bathroom light, walking back into the main room.

He grabbed his discarded jacket from the floor and pulled his wallet out from the pocket, being as early as it was and with both Sam and Haley asleep, there was nothing he could do in the room so he decided to go grab some breakfast before the other two woke up.

He took a few steps towards the door but suddenly stopped when he heard a small whimper come from Haley. He stared for a few moments unsure if he'd imagined it or not when the noise reached his ears again. Not giving it a second thought, Dean closed the distance between him and her bed with three long strides. Haley's face was scrunched up in pain, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, and she was shivering.

"Damn it…" he muttered, leaning down and bringing the covers up over her small frame. "Hay." He called out softly brushing a stray piece of hair from her face and settling his hand on her soft cheek. "Hay, you ok?"

Haley leaned into the touch, the simple gesture settling her down a bit. Dean sighed and took a seat at the edge of the bed. Haley's eyes fluttered open at the sudden movement on her mattress.

"Dean?" she asked groggily.

"Yeah, bad dream?" he asked.

Haley shook her head. "No."

Dean arched an eyebrow. "You sure? It sounded like you were dreaming."

"I'm sure, it's just…ya know." She motioned towards her stomach.

"Oh…right, you want something for the pain?" he asked, catching on to the issue.

"Please."

Dean nodded and stood from the bed quickly making his way towards her bag.

"They're in the bathroom under the sink," she called out.

Dean went in and grabbed the pills along with a small cup of water and another one of those heat pad things Missouri had given her. Haley had said they'd helped so why not.

"Here, two of those girly pills and I got you one of those heat pad things. You still have the one you put on last night?" he asked, taking a seat beside her again.

"Thanks. Yeah, I still have it on but it's cold, not much help anymore," she said sitting up and knocking the two pills back.

"Alright, lay down so I can get this one on, then you can sleep a bit longer," he said, gently pushing her back down.

"Time's it?" she asked trying to catch a glimpse of the clock.

"It's going on five," he said pulling the covers down. "Uh, how does this thing work?" he asked as he flipped the small pad around in his hand.

Haley let out a soft chuckle. "Here, I'll do it." She took the small pad from his hand and rolled down her sweats and underwear just enough to expose the older pad. She pulled it off and held it out for Dean to dispose of.

Dean frowned. "What're you giving me that for?" he asked disgusted.

Haley rolled her eyes. "Dude, it's a heat pad, it's not like I'm handing you a used pador something, just throw it away, I can't reach the garbage can," she said peeling the strip off the new pad and placing it on her newly exposed skin.

Dean reluctantly took the used heat pad and tossed it into the garbage can; he wasn't up for any bitching this early in the morning.

"Damn it…stupid son of a—."

"Uh, you ok there? Need any help?" Dean asked, eyeing his struggling sibling.

Haley grunted, clearly frustrated with herself and the pad. How hard was it to put on a damn heat pad, just peel, place, stick, and voila. But no, damn sticky heat pad had to go and be stupid.

"Haley—."

"NO! Dean I got this," she growled stubbornly as she tried to peel one end of the heat pad off of the other end, the pad had rolled into a small taco shape when she tried pulling her sweats over it.

Dean rolled his eyes and reached down. "Give it to me," he said yanking the ruined pad out of her hands. "Man you girls are so freaking complicated, ya know that?" he muttered under his breath as he walked into the bathroom for a new pad.

Haley glared at his retreating back then settled back onto the mattress, she didn't have the energy to argue right now, she'd let Dean deal with her issues today.

Dean emerged from the bathroom with a new heat pad in hand. "Move your hand," he said gently.

Dean peeled back the strip from the adhesive and rubbed his calloused hands over the small pouches adorning the pad to try and jump start the heat, then gently placed the heat pad face down on Haley's exposed skin. "That ok?" he asked, eyeing her for any discomfort.

"Yeah, s'fine," she mumbled shyly.

Dean nodded and rolled her sweats up over the pad, holding it in place. "Alright, I'm gonna head out and grab some breakfast; stay in bed ok, I'll wake you up a bit later," he said pulling the covers up over her.

Haley grabbed Dean's wrist as he went to pull away and brought him down closer. Dean gave her a questioning look and took a seat again.

"What's wrong?" he asked concerned.

Haley smiled up at him tenderly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Hay what's—."

Haley, in one swift move pulled him down until his upper body was right above hers. She reached her arms up and around his neck engulfing him in a giant bear hug. There was no doubt about it; she had the most amazing brothers ever.

Dean wrapped his right arm loosely around Haley's small frame, a questioning look marring his face. "Hay—."

"Thanks Dean," she said softly, her voice muffled by his shirt.

Dean nodded softly and gave her shoulder a quick squeeze; he didn't need any explanation, "Yeah, no problem Hay. Sleep ok, I'll be back in a bit," he assured, pulling away from her slowly.

Haley nodded and rested her head against the pillow again. "M'kay Dean, love you," she said rolling onto her side so that she was facing Sam.

"Love you too," he whispered softly as he stood once again. He gave both his siblings one last look and walked out the door.

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"Sammy, baby wake up," a voice called out.

"M'what?" he muttered in his sleep.

"Sammy, wake up baby."

Sam rolled onto his back and rubbed the back of his hand over his tired eyes. "What's goin' on?"

"Sammy, it's coming, you need to be careful," the voice warned, effectively bringing Sam's awareness up.

He twisted his body around looking for the source of the voice; it was definitely not Haley's or Dean's.

"Who's there?" he asked, his voice still rough with sleep.

"Sammy, you need to listen to me baby, it's coming, you need to be ready, you need to protect her; he's coming for her," the voice warned again, this time sounding more urgent.

Sam pushed the covers off himself and slid out of the bed. "Who the hell are you and what the hell are you talking about?" he demanded.

"Sammy it's your mom, you need to listen to me honey, he's coming, you need to be ready," Mary said pleadingly.

Sam swallowed hard, afraid to move. If this was his mother, he wasn't so sure he wanted her to leave just yet. "Mo—Mom?"

"Sam you need to be careful, you and your brother and sister are in danger, please be careful," she said, her voice growing more distant.

"Who's coming? Be careful with what, mom?" Sam called out as he searched the room for any sign of their mother. "Mom, please…"

And suddenly, Mary was gone.

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"Sammy, wake up!"

Someone was shaking him, who the fuck was shaking him?

"Sam, wake the fuck up!" the voice called out more urgently.

Sam gasped his eyes wide with confusion. Haley was standing over him, her concerned eyes peering down at him.

"Sammy, you ok? You were having a dream," she said, sitting on the edge of his bed.

Sam let out a sigh of relief. "Just a dream," he thought relived.

"Was it Jess?" Haley asked cautiously.

Sam swallowed, trying to rid his throat of the huge lump that had formed there.

"Sam—."

"No, it uh, it was just a dream, Hay, I'm ok," he mumbled, forcing a small smile.

Haley looked at him questioningly. She knew Sam better than he thought she did, Sam was totally bullshitting her.

"Kay." She nodded. There was no use in arguing about it; Sam wasn't gonna talk to her if he wasn't ready. "Scoot over."

"What?"

Haley rolled her eyes. "Scoot over bean stalk, we still have like an hour of sleep left," she said pushing him with her knee. "And I plan on using them."

Sam sighed and scooted over towards the right side of the bed to make room for his little sister; he wouldn't admit it, but having her near calmed him. Haley slid under the covers next to him and wrapped her arm around his arm.

Her breathing evened out as she fell back to sleep, Sam following close behind.

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"We're all set. Sammy, we got room 567, Missouri you have 569," Dean said handing one of the room keys over to Missouri.

"Thank you baby," Missouri said, taking the key from his hand.

Dean nodded. "We should head up and drop our stuff off; Haley's gonna be leaving soon," he said dryly. He wasn't too thrilled with the idea of Haley being alone for the first time, especially not with some vengeful spirit roaming around the place.

"Should I even bring my stuff? I mean, I'm not even gonna be staying with you guys while we're here, right," she said softly.

Sam put his arm over her small shoulders. "We won't be too far babe, I promise," he assured.

Haley smiled and wrapped her arm around his waist. "I know… it's just weird I guess. I'm so used to you guys being there and you won't be for awhile so it's freaking me out a bit. I'll be fine though," she said, sounding a bit more confident.

"Of course you'll be fine, you're a Winchester." Dean smirked. "Now come on before you're late. You gonna change?" he asked as he picked up their duffle bags.

"Yeah, I'll be quick though." Haley shrugged.

"Alright let's head up then," he said turning towards the elevator, Missouri, Haley, and Sam following behind him.

"Miss Wick," a female voice called from behind them. "Excuse me Miss Wick!"

Haley looked back wondering why the hell this Wick chick wasn't answering when it hit her that she was Miss Wick. Haley stopped in her tracks and turned towards the lady, Dean and Sam both stopped as well and walked back towards Haley.

"What's going on?" Dean asked, eyeing the blonde woman heading there way.

"Dunno." Haley shrugged. "But I'm assuming we're gonna find out."

Haley smiled as the crazy blonde lady walked up to her and her brothers.

"Miss Wick, I'm glad I caught you," Mrs. Turner said breathlessly. "Hello, it's nice to see you all again," she said extending her hand out to Dean, Sam, and Missouri. "Haley, I just wanted to give you your assigned room for the duration of the pageant, before things get too hectic tonight. I've gone ahead and assigned Kelly Durham as your roommate, it seems as though you two ladies have become friends." Mrs. Turner smiled, as she flipped through a few pages on her clipboard.

Haley frowned. "How'd you know that?" she asked suspiciously. From what she remembered, Mrs. Turner was not at the Motel 8 with them.

"Kelly mentioned it earlier. She and her mother are already checked in; she made a special request for you," Mrs. Turner said cheerfully, jotting something down on the clipboard.

"Oh." Haley shifted uncomfortably.

"Now let's see, Wick, Wick, Wick…" Mrs. Turner muttered as she scanned the sheets in front of her. "Ah, here you are, you two are staying in room 589," she said excitedly. "Here is your key, you can go upstairs and drop your things off if you'd like then meet here in the lobby in ten minutes. The buses will be here to drive us over to the theater for the orientation," she said handing the key card to Haley.

Haley let out a sigh of relief. Even though she wasn't in the same room as her brothers, she was still on the same floor as them and that was close enough. "Thanks." Haley took the key in her hand. "I'll just drop everything off and head back down," she assured.

Mrs. Turner nodded. "Very well, I will see you then. Gentlemen, Ma'am, hope to see you at the parent breakfast afterwards."

Dean smirked. "We'll be there."

"Great, have a good morning, enjoy your stay." She waved and sauntered back towards the front of the lobby.

Haley watched. "Jesus the woman is way too happy, it's 7:30 in the friggin' morning."

Dean huffed. "Yeah, come on, let's go," he said bumping her on the shoulder and walking towards the elevators.

Sam shouldered his and Missouri's bags and turned to follow his siblings but Missouri's still form caught his attention.

"Missouri, everything ok?" he asked, concern marring his face.

Missouri remained silent; her eyes still on the woman who'd just left them. There was something off about her; she had picked up a few signals as the woman was speaking to Haley.

"Missouri?" Sam called out snapping the older woman out of her thoughts.

"Huh, oh I'm sorry child, did you day something?"

"Are you ok?" he asked looking a little more concerned than before.

Missouri nodded. "I'm fine baby, just a bit tired. I didn't get much sleep last night is all," she assured. She'd have to get a bit closer to the woman and see what she could find out; she could have picked up on the woman's stress or something, there was no use in worrying the boys.

"You sure?"

She nodded again. "I'm sure baby."

"Sammy, Missouri, lets go," Dean called, holding the elevator doors open with his foot.

Sam and Missouri ran in and Dean pushed the number 5 button. "Goin' up."

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"Alright ladies, the buses are here, if you all would head on over please," Mrs. Turner called over the loud girls and parents.

"You have your cell phone on you?" Dean asked as Haley lined up behind the other girls.

"Yeah I got it." She held it up. "I'll have it on vibrate."

"What about—."

"All taken care of," She said lifting up her skirt a few inches to reveal a small silver blade strapped on to her thigh and then pulling her purse open to show a small handgun and three rock salt filled bullets.

"That's my girl." He smirked.

"If you see anything give us a call alright?" Sam said in a stern voice.

Haley rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, will you two relax already? I'll be fine," she said calmly.

"Haley, come on girl, the buses are about to leave," Kelly said, walking over to them.

"Yeah, I'm comin. Kay guys, I gotta go, I'll see you in a bit," she said giving both her brothers a quick hug. "Love you!" she called over her shoulder as she jogged towards Kelly.

Sam and Dean waited for all the girls to board and for the buses to take off before running out the front doors and heading for the Impala. Just because they weren't allowed to accompany Haley to the orientation didn't mean they wouldn't be going.

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"So, you getting excited yet? We only have two days before the big show," Kelly asked enthusiastically.

Haley forced a smile on her face. "Oh definitely, can't wait."

"I can't believe we only have like a day and a half to learn the stupid choreography; I hope it's at least easier than last years," Kelly said, a frown appearing on her face. "I messed that up royally last year."

"Hey, don't feel so bad, at least you can dance, I was born with like two left feet or something," Haley joked. Truth was she'd never really tried dancing; they didn't have the time for it, not in there lives.

"Yeah, I won't believe that until I see it, you seem like you'd dance circles around all of us here," Kelly said.

Haley chuckled. "What makes you say that?"

Kelly shrugged. "I dunno, you just seem like the type of person who'd be good at everything."

"Alrighty then, creepy," Haley thought, moving closer to the isle. This Kelly chick was way too nice.

"Aw sweet, there's the theater!" one of the girls called out excitedly. "It's huge!"

"Alright ladies, quiet down please, as soon as the nice gentlemen parks, please exit the bus and line up in front of the theater doors, Mr. Turner will be there to escort you in," Mrs. Turner said from her seat.

"Awe man, I though that creep would've been long gone by now," a girl grunted from somewhere behind them. "I can't stand him, he's so annoying."

"Oh I know my mom had a talk with the committee people last year about getting him kicked off but since he's Mrs. Turner's husband he got to stay," another girl voiced.

"Girls, up please," Mrs. Turner called, motioning the girls from the backseats to get up.

Haley did a quick glance to the seats behind her and gave the two girls a smile before turning back towards Kelly.

"Hey Kelly, why do those girls back there not like Mrs. Turner's husband?" Haley asked curiously.

Kelly glanced up to make sure Mrs. Turner wasn't looking before speaking. "There are rumors that Mr. Turner decides who wins based on how much he "likes" a girl…he's a creep; he's been caught sneaking peeks in the dressing rooms," Kelly explained with a disgusted look on her face. "Such a pig."

"Fucking pervert."

Kelly laughed and moved forward with the crowd. "Yep, I agree."

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"Ok, now that all you wonderful ladies have been introduced, I would now like to introduce you all too a few key members of the Miss Teen Kansas Pageant team. I'll go ahead and start with Ms. Betty Moore – our hairstylist, Kyle Landberg- our choreographer, Amy Jacobson- our make-up artist, Jayda Klug- our backstage coordinator, and Mr. Rob Turner- Co-founder, Committee member, and judge. If you have any questions and I am not available, feel free to ask any of them," she said motioning to the group of people.

"God, kill me now," Haley thought as she inspected each of the "team" members. They all looked like a bunch of pansies, especially that dance instructor; if he ever saw a ghost he'd probably shit himself.

"Alright, each girl here will receive one of these silver folders; inside the folder you will find a complete schedule of the activities, dance practices, and actual show. Please read over everything carefully as you will have to attend all of the events listed," Mrs. Turner explained. "Oh and a few of you girls have appointments with me a little later today so we can work on your final dresses, please be on time," she added.

A lady wearing a volunteer tag walked to the end of Haley's row and started announcing the names of the girls and handing out each individual folder, when Haley's name got called she reached over and took it. The thing was stuffed!

"Holy shit… is this woman serious?" Haley exclaimed, at this rate, she wasn't gonna have much time or energy for this hunt. These people were maniacs.

"Crazy huh? Like I said, pageant people are nuts, if it were up to me I'd have quit a long time ago but until I'm 18, it doesn't look good," Kelly said sadly. "You're lucky your mom isn't like mine," she added unaware of Haley's situation.

Haley flinched; it hurt to hear stuff like that from people. It wasn't their fault though, it's not like Haley announced her orphaned status to the world.

"Right, well maybe you'll win this time," Haley finally said. "I think you've got a good chance."

Kelly smiled. "Thanks, but I think you've got a better chance; you're like super pretty."

Haley blushed. "Nah..."

"Uh—."

"Ladies, the buses are here and ready to board. We need to be back at the hotel in 20 minutes for the breakfast," Mrs. Turner announced.

"Great, the fun begins," Kelly muttered under her breath eliciting a chuckle from Haley. "Go, hurry before Mrs. Turner sees us," she said, pushing Haley through the isle.

Haley worked her way through the crowd and toward the bus, but Kelly hung back a bit as various other young contestants in the pagent were talking with one another and completely oblivious to Kelly as she stood motionless in the middle of the crowd.

Suddenly, Kelly's warm brown eyes changed to inky, beetle black in color as she glared at Haley's retreating form. "Ah Haley, you're just as clueless and naive as your dear old mommy. Let's see how well you handle seeing your brothers burn," Kelly said with a malicious smirk playing on her lips.

As Haley made her way towards the bus, she turned to her side to ask Kelly a question, but realized Kelly wasn't beside her anymore. She figured she must've got lost in the crowd of crazy pageant girls. "Kelly? Where are you?" Haley called out.

They sinister smirk fell from Kelly's face and was replaced with a kind smile as her eyes turned to their normal shade of warm brown. "Haley! I'm over here," Kelly shouted, waving her hand in the air.

Haley heard her name and saw Kelly politely pushing her way through the crowd to get to her. "There you are," Haley said. "I was wondering where you got to."

Kelly giggled softly. "Sorry, I got lost in the crowd."

"It's alright," Haley said. "Come on, let's get on the bus."

"Okay," Kelly said as she linked arms with Haley and got on the bus. As soon as Kelly's arm came in contact with her, she felt a sudden surge of energy pass through her arm and she jumped back in surprise.

"You okay?" Kelly asked with concern.

Haley idly rubbed her arm, and nodded. "Yeah... I just got a little shock, that's all."


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