Evening everyone…how's everyone feelin' after that last Supernatural eppy we got tonight :o/….lol…shyea…any who, sorry this is up so late at night. Unfortunately this chapter is not beta'd so please forgive any and all of the mistakes you might find lol…but please, do enjoy it, it's long!!

Thanks again to all the awesome readers…I luv ya'll!!


Chapter 52

Haley sat in the bus, her head leaning against the window. She couldn't get that feeling out of her head; she'd felt that before she just couldn't remember when.

"Haley, are you alright? You've been quiet since we left the theater," Kelly said breaking Haley out of her thoughts.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine Kelly, just thinking about all the things we have to get done; like I said, never really done this sort of stuff before so it's a bit unnerving," Haley lied.

Kelly smiled. "You'll be fine Haley; you worry too much."

"Bad habit." Haley shrugged nonchalantly.

"We all have a few of those; you just gotta work with them," Kelly advised.

Haley smiled gave Kelly a quick nod before turning towards the window. The scenery was dull, same old building rolled by as the bus made its way down the heart of downtown Topeka. Sighing, she pulled out her new cell phone and flipped it open. She hadn't spoken to Sam or Dean in almost forty minuets and it was making her anxious. "We're so hopeless," Haley chuckled to her self. She couldn't even handle being away from them for forty minuets let alone a freaking week.

"Oh my god, is that a pink razor?" Kelly squealed excitedly, taking the phone from Haley's hand.

Haley jumped back a bit startled, "Uh yeah, my brother Dean bought it for me yesterday," she said taking the phone back. "S'nice isn't it."

"Hell yeah, you're very lucky you know that Haley," Kelly said dryly. "I wish my brother and sister did half of the things your brothers do for you."

Haley smiled sadly; she pitied anyone who didn't have brothers like her. "I'm sure your brother and sister love you Kelly, some people just aren't very good at showing it." Haley shrugged.

"Yeah, maybe." Kelly sighed.

Haley nodded and flipped her phone open quickly hitting Dean's speed dial number. The phone rang once before Dean's voice was on the other end.

"Haley? Everything ok?"

"M'fine Dean, just wanted to uh, 'just wanted to hear your voice' just wanted to let you know we're on our way back to the hotel," she informed. "You guys are gonna be at the breakfast right?"

"Are you kidding? Free food Hay, of course we're gonna be there," he scoffed.

Haley chuckled. "Kay Dean. Can I talk to Sammy?"

Dean's brows furrowed. "What do you need geek boy for?" he asked, a smirk playing on his face as Sam pouted.

"Dean, give me the phone?" Sam's voice called from somewhere next to Dean.

"Dean, quit being jerk and give Sammy the phone, I just have a quick question for him," She stated. She wasn't about to admit that she'd called simply to hear their voices; she'd never hear the end of it.

Dean grinned knowing the real reason behind her call but didn't say anything, truth was, if Haley hadn't called them, he would've called her. "Yeah alright, see ya in bit squirt." He handed the phone off to Sam. "Here, she wants to talk to you."

Sam glared a moment before grabbing the phone. "Hay, what's going on?"

Haley smiled. "Hey Sammy, I was just checkin' in. You guys in the room?" she asked, leaning her back against the seat.

"Uh yeah, yeah we're uh watching some TV," he lied. They were actually a few cars behind the bus she was on.

"Kay, well I should be there soon, I'll see you guys in a bit, love you."

"Love you too," he responded.

Dean groaned in mock disgust and took the phone from Sam "Too chick-flick Samantha," he said before hitting the 'end' button and stuffing the phone back in his flannel pocket.

Haley huffed and closed her phone. "Jerk," she muttered affectionately.

Kelly sat beside Haley listening to the conversation intently. She rolled her eyes, disgusted with all of this affection going on. Damn Winchesters and their love for one another; it was going to get them killed just like it had gotten their mother and father killed. "Ignorant fools, so willing to die for each other in the name of love; makes me sick," she thought bitterly.

Haley glanced at her, almost as if she could sense Kelly staring. "Sorry 'bout that, just wanted to see what they were up too," she said sheepishly.

Kelly waved her off. "Oh it's cool. You miss them don't you?" she said matter-of-factly.

Haley nodded. "You probably think it's weird, huh? It's just, I've never been away from them, so yeah…" she shrugged.

"You don't have to explain Haley. I understand it must be hard when they've been all you've had since your mom and dad died," Kelly sympathized. "It's only natural."

Haley frowned; she'd never mentioned her dad being dead. "How'd you know my dad had died?"

"Shit!" Kelly looked around nervously; she was so busted.

"Kelly?"

"Uh you told me, remember?" she stuttered out quickly. "We uh, we were at the other motel."

Haley eyed Kelly suspiciously, she knew for a fact she hadn't mentioned her father's death to anyone, especially Kelly; her mom's maybe, just because Missouri had appointed herself the step-mom, but definitely not her fathers.

Haley nodded, still unconvinced. "Right, sorry, I must've forgot," she lied. "There's definitely something going on here," she thought as she gave Kelly a fake smile and turned away. Kelly was now on the "Winchester watch list" and that was not a good list to be on.

Kelly smiled back awkwardly and placed her attention on the other obnoxious girls sitting on the bus with them. She'd almost blown her cover; the boss was not going to be happy about this.

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"Can I have your attention please!" Mrs. Turner said, her voice ringing loudly over the speakers.

All the pageant contestants and their families where sitting in the hotel banquet hall having breakfast and mingling amongst each other.

"Does this chick love to talk or what?" Haley said taking a forkful of strawberry covered pancakes in her mouth.

"Haley, watch your manners young lady." Missouri scolded.

Haley rolled her eyes at the older woman and proceeded to stuff another forkful in, giving herself chipmunk cheeks. Dean laughed at the sight and stuck a mouthful of pancakes in his mouth too.

"F'ea f''aley…" he mumbled, little bits of pancake spraying out onto the table.

"Dude!" Sam glared. "You two are worse then three year olds." He said, looking a bit disgusted.

Haley and Dean glanced at each other and shrugged.

"Parents, I need your attention please." Mrs. Turner called out again, this time getting everyone's attention. "Thank you. I hope you all enjoyed this complimentary breakfast we had here for you today."

A chant of 'yea' and 'wonderful' filled the room. Mrs. Turner nodded, a smile adorning her over-made-up face.

"Before you all head out on your own, I'd like to inform the parents about a few things regarding today's activities." She said casually and waited for the room to get silent again. "After my individual meeting with the girls, they will be attending their first and only dress rehearsal. Unfortunately there were some complications with reserving the theater this year and so our preparation time is very limited compared to the prior years. We only have one day until show time so we will be working the girls a bit hard this year." She smirked.

"Fucking great."Haley muttered under her breath. She so didn't want to parade around in fancy ass dresses and 10 inch heels; she was gonna kill herself for damn sure.

"Following the dress rehearsal tonight, we will hold our annual Introduction Ball, which will be held at the theater ballroom; all family members are expected to attend. Also, please be advised that this is a formal ball, so no jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers allowed." She stated. "Thank you all for your time and please enjoy the rest of your day, I'll be around if anyone has any questions or concerns." Mrs. Turner finished up, quickly turning off the mic and making her way off the stage.

As soon as Mrs. Turner walked off the stage, people started to get up and make their way out of the banquet room leaving the Winchesters and Missouri alone. Kelly and her mother had exited the room as well. However, Kelly had other plans.

"Shit! Mom, I forgot my bag at the table, I'll catch up to you in a few ok?" she said running back towards the banquet room. She waited until her mom disappeared around the corner before turning around and running the opposite way towards the elevator.

"Alright Winchester, how's about I help you crack this case already." Kelly smirked, "Let the party begin." The elevator door opened with a 'ding' and Kelly got in.

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"Missouri, can't you just teach me how to walk in heels or something?" Haley asked, pleaded.

Missouri shook her head, "Child, I can't even walk in flat shoes, let alone stiletto heels. Come on now, you'll be jus' fine. Girls your age adapt well to these things." She assured taking hold of Haley's hand.

"But I'm not like every girl my age. I don't wear dresses and I don't wear heels and I don't want to learn." Haley whined.

Missouri took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Sometimes she couldn't help but thank the Lord for not blessing her with any children; the Winchester kids were enough.

Haley cast her eyes down, feeling slightly guilty for being such a pain in the ass but like it or not, she'd never be able to get used to this beauty crap, it just wasn't in her nature and no matter how much she tried, she was never gonna fit in with this crowd.

"Haley Wick?"

Haley and Missouri both looked up simultaneously. Mrs. Turner stood by the door, a small clipboard in hand. "You ready sweetie?" she asked kindly.

Haley let out a slow breath and nodded, "Yea, ready as I'll ever be." She muttered as she bent down and picked up the heels Mrs. Turner had lent her a few days ago.

Missouri scoffed and followed a hesitant Haley into the room. Mrs. Turner waited for Missouri to enter before shutting the door behind them.

"Morning ladies." Mr. Turner said, standing from his chair.

Haley eyed the man curiously and gave a slight nod.

"This is my husband; he'll be sitting in during our time. Is that a problem?" she asked, taking a seat on the small couch near her husband.

Haley nodded again, "Uh no, no it's fine." She stammered. Honestly, Mr. Turner being in the room kinda creeped her out ever since that convo she'd heard on the bus.

Missouri took a seat at the far corner of the room but kept her eyes on the man at all times. She didn't like the vibes she was getting off of him.

"Very well, shall we start then?" Mrs. Turner asked, setting the clipboard down.

"Sure. What exactly are we doing anyway?" Haley asked, looking around the room.

Mrs. Turner smiled, "Well, you're going to try on a few dresses to see which one you'll be wearing for the formal wear segment of the pageant as well as which one you will be wearing during tonight's Introduction Ball." Mrs. Turner explained. "We've brought in a few different styles for you to try on; I'm fairly certain we'll be able to find the perfect one for you." She said, standing from the couch and making her way to a rack of dresses.

"Oh yay, how fun." She muttered unexcitedly. She sighed and cast her eyes out onto the parking lot. Sam and Dean had gone out to do some research on the case while she sat around playing dress up.

"Haley, how about you try this one first." Mrs. Turner said, pulling a long red strapless dress from the rack. Haley eyed it for a few moments before taking in from the lady.

"Is there a room or something?" She asked, looking around the room they were in.

"There's a bathroom right behind the door there." Mr. Turner said, pointing out a door to his right.

"Missouri—"

"Of course, baby." Missouri said standing up and making her way towards Haley. Sometimes Haley loved having Missouri's psychic powers around; it was easier when she didn't have to voice her discomfort in front of strangers.

"I like her." Mr. Turner said once Missouri and Haley had disappeared behind the door. "I like her a lot."

Mrs. Turner stood by the rack nervously, "You haven't even seen the other girls yet, Rob, you can't—"

Mr. Turner stood up and closed the distance between him and his wife, "I saidI like her!" he growled through gritted teeth. "Do you understand me?" he asked, giving his wife a forceful shake.

Mrs. Turner sniffled, "Yea, yea Rob, I'm sorry, I just, I thought you had liked Kel—"

Mr. Turner let go of his wife and straightened his shirt, "I like her too but I prefer this one better." He smirked.

Mrs. Turner nodded and walked behind the dress rack. Taking a few deep breaths, she calmed herself; she couldn't afford any suspicions. Not if she wanted to live another year.

Just then Missouri and Haley walked out. Missouri immediately felt the tension in the air and eyed both Mr. and Mrs. Turner. She could feel the waves of fear pouring out of the tall blonde; something was definitely fishy around here.

"Son of a…" Haley stumbled halfway out of the bathroom, the bottom of her dress getting caught on her heel.

"Oh baby, you ok?" Missouri asked, her attention focused back on Haley.

Haley nodded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "M'fine."

Mrs. Turner walked up to Haley and spun her around. "Hmm, the red definitely looks good on you but I think it might be a little too tight, no?" she said, her hands circling around Haley's waist. "How do you feel in this?" she asked.

"Like I'm friggin suffocating," Haley breathed out. The dress was sticking to her body like a fat kid stuck to chocolate cake; you could see everything she was wearing and not wearing underneath.

Mrs. Turner smiled and walked towards the rack. "How about this one." Mrs. Turner pulled out a long light blue strapless dress with a high slit on the side. "The color would look wonderful with your pale skin." She said, walking towards Haley.

"Oh sweetie, I like that one." Missouri agreed.

"I'll go try it on." Haley took the dress and made her way back into the bathroom, Missouri following close behind.

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Dean had just finished interviewing the parents of one of the recent victims. He hadn't really been able to get much of anything from them except for a few small details on the days before the disappearance. Apparently Gina was being stalked by a girl a few days before she'd gone missing. The cops were never able to find this said girl, so the case had gone cold.

Dean loosened his tie and slid into the Impala, he had to go pick up Sam from the local library.

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Kelly sat in her hotel room, waiting for her boss to arrive. She couldn't wait to set her plan into action.

Suddenly the door to her room swung open making a loud "bang" as it connected with the wall.

"Nice place." A man said, as he strutted into the room, shutting the door behind him.

Kelly smiled, "It's about time you showed. Nice suit." She commented, eyeing the young meat suit the boss sported.

"Found him surfin the tides up in sunny California; figured I could have some fun in this suit." He winked. "So, what is this plan you have? You know I'm a little anxious to get my hands on—"

"Yea, yea, I know. Be patient alright." Kelly interrupted. "The Winchesters are here on a job—'

"Of course they would be." The man huffed.

Kelly rolled her eyes, "Like I was saying, they're here on a job. Some of the pageant chicks have been goin missing and turning up dead the last couple of years. The Winchesters think it's the doin of some flimsy ghost but—"

"It's not." The man finished off for her.

"Right." She nodded.

"So how does this help me in getting the twerp?" he asked impatiently.

"Well if you'd listen, I'd tell you." Kelly snorted. "So, me being a genius and all figured out that the spook is not the one doing all these killings; it's a human." She smirked, looking like a proud toddler after potty training.

"Still not following here." The man stated, seemingly bored.

Kelly sighed, "Haley is a Winchester before anything else so the job comes first. We can send her false visions leading her to believe that Kelly is the next "victim". I tell you who the killer is, you use him as your meat puppet, take me "hostage", Haley comes to the rescue, and you nab the fool." She said a triumphant smile on her face.

The guy considered the plan, "Not bad, except you're forgetting Dean and the boy king."

"I can get her away from them tonight. We're having that stupid ball thing at the theater, they won't be allowed in the dressing rooms. It won't be hard to summon the spook to get Haley to react." She stated calmly. "How 'bout it? You're gonna get the witch sooner that you thought." She chuckled.

"I knew I'd chosen you for a reason." The man said, patting Kelly on the shoulder. "Not bad for a middle child." He smirked. "So, who's my new meat puppet?"

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"What'd you find? Anything new?" Dean asked as Sam slid into the car.

"Uh, not much. You?" He asked, looking through papers.

"Nope, families were just as clueless as the cops. Although, this Gina chick was also being followed by some random girl a few days before she disappeared." He informed.

"Hmm, so it is a spirit then." Sam muttered softly.

"Yep, only problem is we don't know which of the deceased girls it is." Dean stated.

"Yea." Sam sighed. "Wait. Dean, what if we do a séance? I mean we could summon this girl's spirit and take her out before she takes someone else out." Sam exclaimed.

Dean pondered the idea for a bit before nodding, "That could work. We should run it by Missouri first though. We don't want to bring any other damn spooks out." He huffed.

"Yea. You think Hay's done with that meeting she had?" He asked, pulling his phone out to check the time.

"Dunno, haven't talked to her yet. I'm pretty sure it is though, it's been like an hour already." Dean shrugged.

"Yea."

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"Alright, so these two will be yours then. I'm going to have them steamed for tonight. Remember, I need you to be at the theater at 5:00 pm, the dress rehearsal starts at 5:30 and the ball starts at 7:00 so do not be late." Mrs. Turner said sternly.

"Yes ma'am, she'll be there." Missouri answered for Haley.

"Have a great afternoon ladies." Mr. Turner said, waving them goodbye.

Missouri pushed Haley out the door and nodded to Mr. Turner in response. She didn't like that man.

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"You sure you'll be ok baby?" Missouri asked, as Haley slid the key to open her door.

"Yep, I'm just gonna take a hot shower and lay down for a bit." Haley assured.

"Still feeling sick?"

Haley sighed, "The cramps suck and I feel like a giant cow." She snorted.

"Joys of being a woman honey. I'll make you a tea that'll get rid of those for tonight." She patted Haley's hand.

"Thanks Missouri. I'll see you later tonight?"

"Of course honey. Rest up now, I'll bring the tea over later." she said, patting her hand once more and walking away.

Haley walked into the room and shut the door behind her. She didn't even bother grabbing her bag, she just went straight into the bathroom, quickly shutting the door and turning on the shower. The faster she showered, the quicker she could lay down.

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Sam and Dean walked into their hotel room expecting to see Haley on the bed or something but found the room empty instead.

"Shower." Dean said, leaning against the bathroom door. "Hay, you in there?" he knocked on the door.

Haley jumped, startled at the sudden noise. "Shit, fucking Dean." "Yea, I'll be out in a second." She yelled out. She finished off rinsing her hair and body and shut the shower off. Quickly stepping out of the shower, Haley pulled the towel off the rack and wrapped it around her small shivering body. She dried herself off and slipped her underwear on, quickly followed by her bra and pajamas. She made a quick check of her tampon situation, "still good." She thought, not feeling the need to change it.

"Two more days Haley, just two more days." She thought as she wiped the fog from the mirror. Suddenly out of nowhere, Haley is blindsided a by a sharp pain in her head. "Oh God." Haley gripped her head, her body leaning heavily against the sink as images and voices invaded her mind.

"Stop…please stop! Why are you doing this?" Kelly cried out as her attacker closed in.

"Shhh…it's ok, everything is ok. I just want to play with you." The voice spoke soothingly.

"Please let me go. I didn't do anything, please, please just let me go." Kelly pleaded.

"I can't, you have to pay…you all have to pay." The voice spoke ore sternly this time.

"I don't want to die; I don't want to die, please." Kelly cried as she tried fighting out of her restraints; her arms and legs were bound together.

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"Hey Sam, you think this suit makes me look fat?" Dean asked, a smirk playing on his face.

"De—shit." Sam leaped off the bed he was currently sitting on and made a quick dash towards the bathroom, leaving a stunned Dean behind.

"Dude?"

Sam opened the bathroom door not even bothering to make sure Haley was decent and barged in. "Haley."

Dean, noticing Sam's panic, ran in after him.

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Kelly's horrified expression was the last thing Haley saw before the room went white.

"Hey, hey I got ya, I got ya, just relax." Sam cooed as he steadied Haley's swaying body.

"What the hell happened?" Dean asked, dread washing over him. Had something gotten in the room?

Sam lifted Haley into his arms and carried her out of the bathroom. Her eyes were half opened and glazed, her breathing a bit labored. "Vision." Sam said simply, before walking around Dean and into the main room.

Dean quickly followed his sibling, "Vision? I thought you were the one with the visions?" He stated, matter-of-factly.

Sam laid Haley down on the bed and took a seat beside her, "Not anymore." He sighed.

"Great! This is just fucking great!" Dean yelled, knocking a pile of books off the table. "How did you know?" he asked, his breath coming out in heavy puffs.

"Link" He shrugged.

"Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!" Dean was seething. He was pissed; he was on the verge of murder damn it. When he found the bastard who had done this to his family, he was going to rip them apart slowly, he was going to fucking enjoy hurting the son of a bitch. This demon was going to fucking wish he'd stayed in hell.

"Dean." Sam whispered; a quiet plea for his brother to calm down.

Dean ran his hands over his face in an attempt to calm down. Haley didn't need a pissed off brother right now, she just needed a brother. "Yea, yea, sorry." He sighed, "Is she ok?"

"Yea, it just, it overwhelmed her a bit, I think." Sam said, running his left hand through her wet hair. Haley flinched at the touch, a small moan escaping her lips.

Dean took a seat on the opposite side of her, quickly grabbing her left hand in his. "Hay?"

Haley moved her head towards Dean's voice.

"Hay, you ok?" He asked softly.

Haley nodded. Dean and Sam shared a brief glance, worry washing over them at her lack of speech.

"Haley, what did you see?" Sam asked, rubbing his thump across her forehead in a soothing pattern. "Is it, did you see—"

"Yea." she whispered quietly. "It's a spirit, it's going after Kelly." She added.

"Fuck" "Alright, first let's take care of you, and then we worry about Kelly. Do you need some Tylenol? Your head hurting?" Dean asked, already scooting off the bed.

"No, Dean I'm fine. It just caught me off guard, I can manage." She assured. "We need to figure out what to do otherwise Kelly's going to die." She said, pushing herself up on her elbows. "What did you guys find out?"

"You think you can identify the spirit you saw if I show you pics of the victims?" Sam asked.

Haley nodded, "Yea, pretty sure I can."

Sam nodded and walked towards the table were he'd laid a pile of papers at. "Which one did you see?" he handed the pile of seven to Haley.

Haley studied each one a few seconds before handing one of the sheets to Sam. "That's her."

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"Phase one is done boss." Kelly smiled triumphantly.

"Good, nice job. If all goes according to plan, you my dear will be heavily rewarded." The man spoke, running his fingers over Kelly's face.

Kelly smiled, "Yes Sir."


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