A/N: Hey everyone, I am soooo sorry this update took forever, and I am even sorrier that it's not as long as I wanted it to be, but I am without internet right now so I didn't have a chance to work on it since I couldn't get it from my e-mail, but I did start new and I'm having my friend post this. I will be leaving Wednesday morning for Texas to see my friend and Jared :o) I will post the second part to this once I am back next week.

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Chapter 53: Part 1

"Haley, are you sure this is the girl you saw in your vision?" Sam questioned. Something about this didn't feel right.

Haley glared at Sam. "Yes Sam, I'm pretty sure," she said a bit annoyed. How the hell was Sam going to question her about this? Didn't she just have a friggin' mind-blowing vision?

"Somethin' wrong, Sammy?" Dean asked noticing Sam's hesitance.

Sam shook his head. "No, it just… I don't know, never mind," he sighed. No use in bringing something up if he couldn't back it up.

Haley sighed, pushing the covers aside and slid off the bed. Hopefully Missouri would stop by with that tea soon before her uterus decided to burst.

"Haley, where you going?" Sam asked, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"The table," she said curtly. "I'm fine Sam, It's only a headache, I can deal with it," she assured.

Sam shook his head. He'd had enough of these visions to know that you couldn't just blow off the after effects. "Get in bed Haley," he instructed roughly. There were certain things Sam would let slide, and others he wouldn't. This was one he wouldn't.

Haley was about to protest once again when Dean suddenly appeared in front of them. "Don't complicate things Haley, just lie down and take it easy for a bit; we'll wake you up," he assured.

Haley sighed but allowed Sam to push her back into bed. He lifted the covers up and eased them over her. "I'll work on it, I promise," he spoke softly. Haley nodded.

Dean glanced at Sam before retreating to the far end of the room for the first aid kit. He rummaged through the supplies until he found a bottle of Excedrin Migraine and palmed two of them then grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge and made his way back to Haley.

"Here, take these, it'll help with the pain," he said, gently lifting her head up and sliding the pills in, quickly followed by some water.

Haley tipped her head back a little and allowed the water to wash the pills down her throat. "Don't wake me up too late, I gotta get ready for the party, gotta be there at 5," she mumbled sleepily.

Dean smirked and eased her head back onto the pillow. "I got ya covered Hay," he said giving her a comforting pat on her shoulder.

Haley leaned into his touch and drifted off to sleep.

Sam gave a weary sigh and walked over to his laptop. Now that he knew who the spirit was, he needed to find out everything he could about the girl, the more they knew the easier it would be to take her down.

Dean sat on his bed, his back resting against the headboard. "Ok, spill," he blurted out.

Sam looked over, his eyebrows raised. "Spill what?"

Dean didn't dignify that with an answer; he simply looked up from the remote and glared at the younger man.

Sam sighed. "Right, ok," he muttered under his breath. Lying or hiding anything from Dean had never worked out well for him in the past, why he thought that'd work now, he didn't know. "There's something about this case that doesn't…fit," he said.

Dean put the remote down, his full attention on Sam now. "What do ya mean?"

Sam shook his head. "I don't know, it's just…I mean, Haley pointed out that girl in the pictures and everything, but…" he paused, "Dean, I don't think that's the girl who's doing all of the killings man," Sam finally said.

Dean frowned. "Why would you think that? Those visions haven't lied before, why now?"

Sam grabbed the stack of papers from the table and walked over to Dean's bed. He shuffled through the first few sheets and pulled one up. "This is the girl Haley saw in her vision," he said holding up the picture.

Dean nodded. "Okay?

"This girl doesn't match the girl described by the victims, Dean," Sam pointed out. He pulled out another photo from the stack of papers he held in his hands. "Five of the seven victims described this girl as the one that was stalking them. So if Haley saw this one in her vision, then that would have to mean that either the victims were wrong or there is more than one spirit," he explained.

Dean rubbed his forehead; this was way too much crap for him to sort out through. "What are the odds of there being two?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head. "Not likely but it's not impossible either." He shrugged.

Dean sighed and tossed the picture on the bed. "Two salt and burns coming up," he muttered. "Find out where both girls are buried and we fry them both."

"Yeah, ok," Sam whispered as he walked back to the table.

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"Mrs. Turner, where do you want me to set this dress rack up?" asked an older man.

"That goes backstage in the girl's dressing room. Make sure you set it up in an open area; I don't want the girls tripping on each other as they pull the dresses off the rack. Oh and please tell Linda to have each of the stations ready for when the hair dresser and make-up artist get here. I don't want any mishaps tonight," she stated firmly.

The man nodded and made his way towards the back.

"Is everything set to go?" asked another male voice.

Mrs. Turner tensed. "Rob…"

"Now, now darling, no need to tense up, you can't afford that tonightm," Mr. Turner mocked. "Just think, after tomorrow's show, you'll be able to rest your pretty little body for a few days." He smirked.

Mrs. Turner shivered under his touch but remained in place. There was no need to piss him off, she couldn't afford any bruises.

"I'll be at the office, call me when she arrives," he ordered, kissing her roughly before walking off.

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Missouri stood over a steaming cup of water she'd boiled in the mini microwave. She poured in a little packet of brown powder and mixed it with a plastic spoon while mumbling a quick prayer. The tea she'd promised Haley had more than one use and it had to be done right in order to be effective; she couldn't afford to go wrong with this; not when it involved Haley. Sam and Dean would kill her if anything happened to the girl at her hands.

Quickly reciting another prayer, Missouri grabbed her purse and the steaming cup of tea and made her way out of the room.

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"Sam, you find anything yet?" Dean asked impatiently. They had been nosing through old newspapers all damn day, scanning every obituary printed around the time of the two girls' deaths and they hadn't found anything that gave them what they needed.

Sam sighed. "I don't know, I think I might have found something, but you're not going to like it," he said.

"What?" Dean asked suspiciously.

"Tessa Marta was buried in her hometown," he sighed.

"Ok, so what's the problem?" Dean asked.

"Her hometown's in Illinois," he said dryly.

"Shit, I—."

Dean was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"I got it," he said, already on his feet.

He grabbed his hand gun off the table and tucked it in the waistband of his jeans. He cautiously unlocked the door and opened the door enough to look out but not enough for the person to look in.

"Boy, quit being so damn uptight will you, it's just me," Missouri scolded playfully.

Dean relaxed a little and allowed the stout woman in. "Ah God, what the hell is that smell?" he asked, his nose scrunching up in disgust.

Missouri placed the cup of tea on the table and turned around to glare at Dean. "That smell is the tea that will help your sister, so knock it off."

Sam smirked. "So, what is the tea going to help her with?" he asked curiously.

"Girl stuff," She stated quickly. "And a few other odds and ends," she added. She wasn't sure if they would allow her to give Haley the tea if they knew what else it would do.

Dean eyed Missouri suspiciously. "What other odds and ends?" he questioned.

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"Hey boss, should we send her another?" Kelly asked enthusiastically.

"My, my, you're enjoying this a little too much aren't you darling," he chuckled.

Kelly shrugged.

"I'll tell you what, how about we do something a little more fun," he said, standing up from his bed.

"Like what?" Kelly asked intrigued.

"Something like this," he said, pulling a silver blade from the small kitchenette and slashing through her shirt, leaving a dark blood stain in its wake.

Kelly yelped in surprise, her hand automatically clutching the bleeding wound.

"What the hell ar—."

"Ah, ah…it's all in the name of fun, Kelly, you just wait and see."

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"Look, you all came to me for help with Haley's powers but I can't help you if she doesn't let me know what's going on with her," Missouri said quietly. "This tea will help me be able to read her better; it'll open her mind up a bit," she explained.

"No," Sam said, stepping out from behind the desk. "If Haley doesn't want you reading her thoughts then you won't do anything to go against that," he said sternly.

"But—."

"No Missouri, not unless she's awa—."

"Ahh!"

Haley sat up in bed, her hands clutching tightly on her stomach. Blood, why is there blood?

"Hay?"

"Shit, what the fuck happened?" Dean asked pulling her hands away.

"I—I don't know, it just, it hurt and I…"

"Ok, its ok just lay back. Missouri, grab me some towels and water," Dean ordered, putting his hands over hers.

"Sammy, get the first aid kit!" he yelled.

"Dean—."

"You're fine Hay," he assured.

"Don't let him get me," she whimpered softly as she gave into unconsciousness.