A/N: Hey ya'll, sorry this chapter dragged. I got home from Texas about a week ago and had a huge paper to write for one of my classes and couldn't really work on this as much as I would've liked too. I did try writing some on the plane, but I'm a BAD flyer and the flight back home was probably the worst flight I've ever taken lol…needless to say, I was a bit shaken up OO

Any who, I'm here now and I'm starting up the next one…I want to thank all of you for reviewing my last chapter and for all your kind words. Please enjoy this chapter and hope to hear from ya'll in the next. Love ya!!

Special thanks to my friend and beta Kelly…thanks for making sure 53 got up and running and for just being an awesome friend!!

Chapter 54


Haley had been out for the last twenty minutes; twenty minutes which seemed like a life time to Dean. Ever since Haley's fifteenth birthday, things had gotten a lot more complicated than they could have ever imagined.

Dean pulled a chair by Haley's bed and took a seat. It seemed as though he was keeping a bedside vigil more and more often these days. When Haley's fifteenth birthday approached, Dean and Sam had worried about all the issues that accompanied adolescence; things like puberty, boys, make-up, and the sort. Never had they imagined this crap.

"Dean, honey, drink this; it'll help with the nerves," Missouri said, approaching Dean carefully. Last time she'd startled him, she almost ended up eating pavement.

Dean looked up, his eyes looking too dull, "I'm fine Missouri, but thanks." He sighed checking his phone again; Sam had been gone for a little over half an hour now. He had gone out to buy a few odds and ends needed for a séance ritual, they'd decided the easiest way to figure this thing out would be to bring the main players in.

"Dean, there's nothing you and Sam could have done to stop any of this, its jus—."

"Don't Missouri!" Dean interrupted. "Unless you have some useful information you can give me, I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk," he ground out roughly. He didn't have time for this, for her mothering complex. He needed to focus and figure this shit out because seeing his little sisters blood was just not a fucking option anymore.

Missouri sighed in frustration and walked away. She knew better than to push him; Dean was already walking on a tight rope. She set Dean's steaming mug of coffee on the counter and made her way to the washroom.

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"You're doing a séance aren't you?" the older cashier asked.

Sam stood still for a moment, taking in the woman's appearance. She was old, in her mid 50s or so. "Uh…"

"I'm not judging you, boy, just make sure you're careful; sometimes things go wrong and you end up invoking something you wished you hadn't," she warned.

Sam nodded and walked out without a word.

Sam hurried to the car as an uneasy feeling settled in his gut. Quickly turning the key, Sam placed the items he'd purchased on the passenger side and shut the door before making his way around the car; throwing one more glance back, Sam opened his door and slid in.

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Dean stretched out on the bed beside Haley. He was contemplating on whether or not he should try to rouse her; she had to be at the introduction ball in less than two hours and he had promised to wake her up in time, although that was when she wasn't being cut up by air.

"Carry on my wayward son" by Kansas suddenly sounded in the small room. Dean quickly reached over and flipped his open.

"Yeah, Sammy, tell me you got everything, man," he said quietly.

"Yeah, how's Hay?" Sam asked.

"She's fine, still sleeping."

"I'll be there in fifteen. I stopped off at the library really quick," he said.

"Yeah alright, just hurry up, man," he said in a tired voice before hanging up.

Dean ran his calloused hands over his face. He couldn't afford to show any weakness right now, not when his siblings were being stalked by some freak from hell.

Haley shifted in her sleep and rolled over, her head coming to rest against Dean's thigh. Dean stilled, still not wanting to wake her up. After a few minutes, he carefully slid from underneath her and rolled her onto her back. He needed to check the wound to make sure she wasn't still bleeding.

Gently, he pulled the covers down to her waist and lifted her shirt up. Haley shivered at the sudden change of temperature but remained asleep.

"Crap," he muttered under his breath.

The bandage he had previously wrapped around her small frame was covered in dry blood. Dean walked over to the table and grabbed their first aid kit, quickly unzipping it. He pulled out a roll of gauze, some tape, and a small pair of scissors.

"Dean," Missouri called as she walked back into their room.

Dean looked up. "Yeah?"

"Is everything okay?" she asked, walking over to the other side of the bed curiously.

"Just re-wrapping the wound; I don't want it to get infected," he stated casually as he carefully cut off the soiled gauze.

"Would you like me to—."

"No! I got it," he said, quickly interrupting her. He was perfectly capable of caring for his siblings; he didn't need help when he was four and he sure as hell didn't need help right now.

Missouri simply nodded and took a seat on the other bed. "Dean, I got something for Haley, but I'd like to run it by you and Sam first," she said quietly.

Dean gave her a quick glance. "What's it about?" he asked, his eyes focused in the task at hand.

"I had a friend drop this off earlier," she said pulling out a black velvet box.

Dean looked up eyeing the box suspiciously. "What is it?" he asked.

Missouri opened the box exposing a beautiful white gold rosary necklace with beautiful pearl beads. "I had it blessed for her an—."

Dean gaped at the necklace sitting in Missouri's hand. The thing looked like it'd cost her a freaking arm and a leg. "Missouri I can't let you give that to her, it's—."

"It's going to protect her, Dean," Missouri explained. "I had a friend of mine cast a protection spell on it. It'll protect her from possessions of any sort; demons, spirits, you name it," she explained.

Dean remained silent.

"Boy quit being so damn hard-headed; Haley is going to be alone most of the time back there and if there is a spirit roaming around the place, who knows what can happen. Ya'll don't even know if this thing is killing the girls or possessing someone to do the killing for her," Missouri pointed out. "Look, if you want, you can have her give it back after the hunt is over," she reasoned.

Dean sighed. Missouri did have a point; Haley would be alone without him or Sam to protect her. "Alright but its back in your hands when we're done with this," he said sternly.

Missouri nodded, a triumphant smile on her face.

Dean cleared his throat as the awkward silence took over and proceeded to remove the bloodied gauze from Haley's stomach when Sam stepped through the door. He walked right over to his little sister's bedside where Dean stood with the first aid kit.

"How she doin'?" Sam asked with concern as he looked down at Haley.

"Fine. I was just changing her bandages," Dean replied.

Dean bent over Haley and carefully pulled the soiled gauze off the wound. "What the—." The wound was gone; it had disappeared as if it was never there at all.

"Dean? What is it?" Sam asked.

"It's gone!" he yelled. "The cut's gone."

"What? Are you sure?" Sam pushed Dean over and checked Haley's stomach himself. "What the hell?"

"Haley, wake up," Dean said, shaking her shoulders a bit.

"Mmm, five more minutes S'mmy."

"Not Sammy, and no five more minutes; wake up now," he insisted.

Haley groaned in displeasure. "M'up, m'up," she mumbled.

Dean grabbed Haley by the shoulders and sat her up. "Haley, how do you feel?" he asked, searching her eyes for any signs of pain.

Haley looked at Dean in confusion then up at Sam. "I feel fine, why?"

Dean and Sam both shared a look.

"Are you sure? You don't feel light-headed, any sharp pains, any burning sensations?" Sam questioned.

"Ok seriously, what the hell did I miss?" she asked, pushing the covers off herself. If Dean and Sam were sitting here freaking out and she couldn't remember anything; she'd obviously missed a lot.

Dean sighed, partly in relief and partly in frustration; this shit kept getting weirder and weirder.

"Nothin' Hay, look, you should go get dressed. That recital thing is gonna be in an hour or so," Dean said, making his way towards the bathroom.

"Alrighty then, can someone tell me what the heck is going on and why I was just so rudely awakened?" she asked glaring at a silent Sam and Missouri.

"Baby, why don't you go get dressed, you're already running a bit late," Missouri said, reaching out her hand to help Haley out of bed.

Haley rolled her eyes; she hated when they did that to her. "Thanks, but I can manage on my own." She scooted out of bed and brushed past Sam.

"Dean, you gonna be in there for long?" Haley yelled through the bathroom door.

Dean shut the sink off and grabbed the towel lying on the counter and dried his face off. 'Game face Dean, put your game face on.' he told himself. With one last glance at himself, he slipped his mask back on and opened the door.

"All yours Miss Lawrence." He smiled, steeping around Haley.

Haley rolled her eyes. "Jerk."

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"So wait, this necklace is gonna stop anything from possessing her?" Sam asked eyeing the white gold rosary Missouri had bought.

"Sure will. If any entity tries getting inside your sister, they'll feel like they've walked straight into a brick wall," she assured.

"Yeah, it better work like that with any entity," Dean muttered under his breath.

"What's that Dean?" Missouri asked, eyeing Dean's stoic face.

"Huh? I didn't say anything," he smiled innocently.

Sam scoffed and placed the velvet box down on the table. "Thanks for this Missouri," he said genuinely.

"It's not a problem baby, not at all." She smiled, patting his hand softly. "Now, why don't you boys get dressed while I run to my room and do the same; we don't wanna make Haley late." She stood up and straightened her long skirt. "I won't be long."

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"Haley, will you hurry it up in there! We're late," Sam yelled through the bathroom door.

"I hate this, why can't I just sneak in through the back and find this ghost chick?" she said, leaning unto the bathroom door.

"Haley, we've been over this already, now get the hell out of the bathroom and let's go; you were supposed to be there twenty-five minutes ago!" Dean yelled, pounding on the door.

Haley scoffed and took one last look at herself in the mirror. She was wearing the fitted lilac strapless dress with a floral pattern adorning the top. Her hair was down and curled, framing her pale face; her deep green eyes were highlighted by the light purple and gold eye shadow and black eyeliner. She grabbed the body shimmer from the counter and re-applied a bit more over her exposed skin. "There, that should do it." she thought, adding the finishing touch.

"Haley!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." She sighed, opening the bathroom door and stepping out. "Oh my god," her eyes widened at the sight of her two brothers in tuxedos.

"Jesus," Dean whispered just as shocked to see her all dressed up.

"Haley you look absolutely gorgeous!" Missouri exclaimed, walking up to Haley and prompting her to spin.

"Hay—."

"I know, girly, huh? You think I overdid it with the sparkly stuff?" she asked nervously.

"No," Sam scoffed. "No, Hay you look beautiful," he said as he wrapped his arm around her.

Dean stared, completely stunned. Haley looked just like their mother, it was scary.

"Dean?" she questioned, nervously walking up to him.

"You look beautiful Hay," he said, grabbing her hand in his. "Just beautiful."

Haley smiled and leaned into him. "Thanks Dean."

"Alright, enough of this; let's hit the road," Missouri said, interrupting the mood.

"Wait, I gotta get my shoes," Haley said, lifting her dress up a bit and running towards the bed. She quickly slipped on a pair of silver rhinestone covered heels on and made her way to the door. "Okay, ready."

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"Crap, Turner is so gonna rip me a new one," Haley said, trying her best to walk quickly without busting her shit.

"Hey, you're a Winchester; Winchesters like to make an entrance." Dean smirked walking right beside her, just incase.

"Tickets please," asked a ticket guy at the door.

"Crap, one sec," Haley handed Dean her shall and reached into her strapless bra. "Here," she said handing the guy three tickets.

"Uh—tha—."

"Yeah, we got it." Dean glared at the man as he pushed Haley ahead of himself and walking into the theater.

"Dude, what the hell was that?" he asked once inside.

"Hey, you try finding somewhere to put your stuff when you have no pockets, mister," she whispered in annoyance. "Unless you'd of preferred I put it in my—."

"Haley Ann Marie, you finish that sentence and I swear to God I will put you over my damn knee," Missouri warned. "A young lady does not speak like that," she added.

Haley shrugged. "Where the hell am I supposed to g—."

"Ms. Winchester!"

Haley, Sam, Dean, and Missouri all turned at the sound of the voice only to see Mr. Turner stalking towards them.

"Great," Haley muttered.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Mr. Turner asked angrily. "You were supposed to be here forty-five minutes ago."

"I'm sorry, we—."

"Look, it wasn't her fault; we got a flat on the way here," Dean interrupted.

Mr. Turner glared at Dean and Sam. "Fine, but this had better not happen tomorrow. We have a schedule for a reason."

"Right, won't happen tomorrow; I promise," Haley agreed. "Where uh, we do I go?"

"Follow me, the girls are lining up already," he said, turning on his heels.

Haley, Sam, Dean, and Missouri followed the angered man who suddenly stopped.

"The hell?" she muttered as she walked into the man.

"Only Ms. Winchester is allowed backstage," he said sternly.

"No, no way." Dean said, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry but there just isn't enough room in the back for the families. If that were the case we'd have every parent back there, and as you can see, they're all sitting where they should be," he said, a smirk playing his face.

Dean took a step forward only to have Sam stop him. "Dean, not here," he said.

Missouri narrowed her eyes and scowled at the man. This guy was bad news, she was sure of it, but for some reason she couldn't get into his head to see how bad.

"Shall we," he reached his arm out to grab a hold of Haley's elbow when suddenly Sam's giant hand wrapped itself around his wrist.

"She can walk without your assistance," he said through gritted teeth.

Mr. Turner nodded and pulled his arm back. "Very well, come along then Ms. Winchester." He walked away slightly shaken up. It was going to be a lot harder to get this one.

"I'll see ya'll in a bit," Haley said turning to walk after the man.

"Wait, here. I was gonna give this to you backstage but since that midget won't let us in, might as well do it now." Missouri reached into her purse and pulled out the velvet box and handed it to Haley.

"What is it?" Haley asked, looking over to Sam and Dean.

"Open it," Dean said.

Haley opened the velvet box and gasped. "Holy—Oh my God this is—."

"You like it?" Missouri asked ecstatically.

"Like it? Oh my God I love it! Missouri, I—I can't—."

Missouri shook her head. "You can and you will; you're not gonna turn away a gift from your brothers are you?" she asked, winking at Sam and Dean.

Haley turned towards her brothers. "You guys are the best brothers ever!" she squealed excitedly.

"Uh, glad you liked it," Dean said, a bit unsure of Missouri's motives.

"Sammy, can you put it on for me?" she asked, pulling it out of the box and handing it to him.

Sam unclasped it and put it around Haley's neck.

"It's a protection charm Haley. You make sure you keep it on at all times while you're back there alright?" Missouri informed.

Haley nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, yeah, guys, thank you so much," she said again, wrapping her arms around Sam and then Dean.

"Ms. Winchester," Mr. Turner's voice sounded again.

Haley sighed."Crap, okay, I'll see you guys out there. Sit up front, please," she said turning around and walking towards Mr. Turner and the backstage door.

"You have your phone?" Dean yelled across the lobby grabbing a few people's attention.

Haley looked back. "It's in my bra!" she yelled back, a smirk on her face as she disappeared behind the doors.

"Gross," Dean muttered.

"Missouri, why'd you tell her it was from us? We didn't—."

"Yes you did. You don't remember because ya'll were little, but you bought that necklace for her, for when she was older," Missouri informed.

"What? When?" Dean asked trying to remember.

"You two were little, about 10 and 6, you're daddy had dropped you off at my place while he helped Pastor Jim with an exorcism. We were shopping around for a few things Haley needed when you two spotted it in the jewelry section. You both pulled out all the money you had and said you wanted it for her, for when she was bigger," she reminisced "So, I took your money, put in the rest and kept the necklace until now."

Sam and Dean were speechless. How the hell did they forget about that?

"So it's not blessed?" Dean inquired.

"No, it is. Like I said, I sent it to a friend of mine; he put the protection spell on it, trust me, she's safe," Missouri said, pulling the doors to the auditorium open. "Shall we, boys?"

Dean, Sam, and Missouri walked into the dim room and made their way down to the front rows quickly finding three empty seats.

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"Haley!" Kelly yelled excitedly as she saw Haley enter the room. "You made it. I thought you'd decided to drop out or something," she chuckled.

Haley forced a smile. "Nope, just had a hold back, but I'm here," she said, looking around the room at all the other girls who were staring at her. "What's with them? Why are they staring at me?" Haley asked, turning her attention back to Kelly.

Kelly glanced around the room, "They're just jealous of you, girl you look hot in that dress," she said, reaching her hand out to rub Haley's arm but stopped when Mr. Turner stepped beside them.

"In line now!" he seethed.

Kelly rolled her eyes at the man, "Geez, don't get your panties in a bunch, we're going," she said. "Come on Hay."

Haley gave Kelly one last glance and walked away leaving her alone with Mr. Turner.

"Oh, Mr. Turner, your wife was looking for you; she wants you to meet her in the back office," Kelly said, before turning around and walking towards the line of girls.

Mr. Turner muttered something under his breath and walked away in search of his wife.

Kelly turned back and quickly pulled her cell phone out of her bra. "Yeah, he's on his way," she said quickly before hanging up.

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"Everybody ready to go?" asked a backstage person.

All the girls looked around nervously, it was go time. Haley clutched the cross hanging over her chest and said a quick little prayer.

"Good evening everyone and thank you for joining us on this beautiful evening. I'm Richard Taylor and I'll be your host for this prestigious event."

"Yeah, 'cause he's here for the prestigious-ness of it all," Dean muttered sarcastically.

"Dean." Sam glared.

Dean shrugged innocently and returned his attention to the stage.

"Tonight we will be introducing you to all of very beautiful and very talented participants. Every parent in this room should be extremely proud of themselves for raising such extravagant young ladies," he said with a fake smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen, before I call out the girls one by one, I'd like to please ask you all to save your applauses until the end, so that every name can be heard," Richard requested.

Richard waited a few seconds until he got the 'go' from the stage manager in the back. "Now, without further a do, please welcome Katie Plaso, representing Atchison, Kansas."

Katie walked out onto the stage waving like a professional model and soaking up all her glory.

Dean leaned into Sam. "She's got nothin' on Haley," Dean whispered.

"I agree." Sam whispered back.

"Thank you Katie, we'll see you back here in a few," Richard said, flipping the index card. "Our next contestant, Jessica Karlson, representing Eureka, Kansas."

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"Hey, have you seen my wife?" Mr. Turner asked, stopping a crew member backstage.

"Mrs. Turner, yeah, she walked back that way," the guy said pointing toward a closed door.

"Thanks." Mr. Turner made his way to the door and opened it.

"Honey, you in he— ah." Mr. Turner dropped to the floor.

"Sorry, Mrs. Turner is taking a little nap," the voice man said before a cloud of black smoke left his body and entered Mr. Turners unconscious one.

Mr. Turner suddenly sat up an evil smirk decorating his face. "And let the fun times begin," he said, pushing himself up off the floor.

He pulled the phone out of his old host's jacket and dialed.

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"Is that your phone?" Haley asked, eyeing Kelly.

"Crap, forgot to silence it," Kelly pulled her phone out quickly. "It's my mom," she said and picked up.

"Hello?"

"I'm in." he said and hung up.

Kelly smiled, oh yeah, this was going to be fun.

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