Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Supernatural characters (Sam & Dean). But I do own Harley and Harrison.
The house was uneasily silent when Harley entered it. She had spent the last hour at Steve's house helping him with Conner, who was determined his mother was going to come back. But now she felt uneasy walking into her own house, it was too quiet for her liking. Harley walked towards the kitchen to find a few pieces of pizza sitting on a plate. Sighing she picked up the plate and put it in the microwave, while she pondered where her brother could possibly be. "Probably hiding out in his room." she mused to herself, taking the pizza out of the microwave.
Harley sat down at the kitchen table, and quickly ate the pizza, finally deciding to talk to the brothers that had been taken into the house. There was something about them and how easily Harrison was ready to let them stay at their house that got to her. Harley stood up, stretched, put her plate in the sink, and then headed towards the spare room. As she got closer she felt a chill go up her spine, she almost felt like someone was watching her.
Shaking off the odd feeling Harley raised her fist and knocked on the spare room door. After a few seconds the door was flung open. Harley smiled at the two brothers that now stood before her, and said, "Today's been sort of hectic, and I just wanted to say welcome to town."
"Thanks for the welcome Harley." Sam smiled down at her. "So how are you doing?"
"I'm good." Harley smiled back at Sam and Dean, who stood beside him. But her eyes said something completely different. Both Sam and Dean knew the look, they had seen it so many times before. Harley was hurting, deep inside she was hurting and afraid. "I'll talk to you guys later, don't trash the room."
With that said Harley walked away from the spare room and towards Harrison's room. As she opened Harrison's bedroom door she heard the spare room door close. She glanced in her brothers dark room and saw him passed out on his bed. Shaking her head Harley closed the door and headed towards the front door, knowing her father was held up in his office upstairs going over things for work. Quietly opening the door she walked outside and over to the benches that sat on the porch. Harley sat down on the bench and glanced around making sure no one was watching her. Once she was sure no one else was there she reached her hand under the bench and pulled out a box of cigarettes and a lighter. She took a cigarette out of the box and lit it, before she put the box and lighter back under the seat.
The one thing her brother didn't know, she smoked. Harrison would kill her if he found out, he was, and always would be, the good one in the family. Pulling her legs under herself, Harley watched as the spoke billowed out in front of her. How long had she been smoking now? A year? Two years? Harley couldn't remember. All she knew was that it was a distraction.
"You know that could kill you." Harley heard a male voice say from behind her.
"So can almost everything else in this world around us." Harley replied, glad the person behind her wasn't her father, or brother.
"Mind if I sit?"
Glancing up Harley sighed, "It's a free country. If you want to go ahead and sit down Dean. I'm not going to stop you."
Sitting down beside Harley, Dean mused, "I know you're not good like you want to believe you are. So mind telling me what's on your mind?"
"I've known you less then a day. What makes you think I'm going to tell you anything?" Harley questioned flicking ash from he cigarette to the patio floor.
"Well you're not hiding your smoking from me, so I'm guessing you feel like you can trust me."
Harley sighed, and butted out her cigarette on the arm of the bench. Looking forward at her empty front yard, she said, "They're all dead because of me. All twenty-three of 'em."
"Twenty-three?"
"Twenty-three people dead. There was twenty-five people at my sister's party if you count my sister. I'm the only one left standing out of all of them. I should of said what I'd seen, but I was afraid. I was afraid of what would happen if I told. But not telling has turned out to be far worse."
"What happened?" Dean questioned. "What did you see?"
Harley was silent for a few minutes. "I think I've shared enough for today," she whispered standing up. "Don't tell anyone about me smoking. Both my dad and brother would have a fit."
"I won't, as long as you promise you'll quit. It's gonna kill ya one day."
"If I live to see my seventeenth birthday I promise." Harley replied disappearing back into the house.
"So what did you find out?" Sam questioned as soon as Dean entered the room.
"She saw something the night her sister got killed, and was too afraid to tell anyone." Dean replied.
"Did she tell you what she saw?"
"No she got up and left when I asked her."
"So we know now that she's hiding something."
"All we have to do is find out what exactly that would be."
"Could she of seen the guy that killed he sister?"
"That's what I was thinking." Dean sighed. "We just need to find out if that theory's right."
"This is going to be a long night." Sam mused as he got comfortable where he was sitting.
The sound of footsteps outside of the room is what woke Sam up to the next morning. Sitting up he glanced over at the clock on the night stand, 10:10 a.m, he then glanced over at the other bed in the room to find it empty. The question that ran through Sam's head was, why hadn't Dean woken him up? Sam heard a soft knock at the door, "Yea?"
"Breakfast is ready." He heard Harley say from the other side.
"Kay, I'll be there in a minute."
"Ok, but I don't know if I can keep your brother and my brother from eating it all." Harley commented.
"Then I'll be out in less then a minute."
"I'll try to keep them from eating all the food during that time." Harley laughed.
Sam sat there and listened to the sound of Harley's retreating footsteps. Sighing he climbed out of the bed, and threw on his shirt and jeans that were lying on the chair in the corner of the room. Stretching, Sam then headed towards the bedroom door. He left the room, and headed towards the kitchen where he could smell the wonders of breakfast.
"Everything's on the table." Harley said from the counter, not bothering to turn around. "Help yourself."
"'Bout time you got out of that room." Harrison mused, as Sam sat down. "She wouldn't let us eat until you got out here."
"Stop complaining Harry. Our guests need to eat too." Harley stated, turning from the counter and took one of the empty seats at the table. Glancing around the table, Harley shook her head, "So what are the three of you waiting for? Dig in."
"Aren't you going to eat something?" Dean questioned.
"I already did." Harley replied. "I ate with my dad this morning, before he took off to god only knows where."
"And what time was that?" Harrison questioned.
"Seven." Harley replied.
"What were you doing up at seven? You're the one in this family that likes to sleep in." Harrison mused, worried about his sister.
"I had a bad dream last night, and couldn't get back to sleep. So I stayed up and watched tv." Harley shrugged, like it was no problem. "So, Dean, Sam, did you guys have a good sleep last night?"
"Yea, best sleep I've had in a while." Dean replied, as he piled a few pancakes onto his plate. "And I know Sammy had a good sleep, he hasn't slept that long in awhile."
"Dean, don't call me Sammy." Sam muttered.
"Right, you don't like that, sorry."
Silence filled the kitchen as Sam, Dean, and Harrison ate. Sam glanced up at Harley who was staring into the cup of coffee in her hands.
"You ok Harley?" Harrison questioned before Sam got the chance.
Harley looked up and smiled, "I'm perfectly fine Harry. Just thinking."
"Don't think too hard Harley. I know how much it hurts you to think." Harrison replied.
"Ha. Ha. Ha. That was so funny Harry. You crack me up." Harley stated. "I'm gonna go sit out back, today looks like it's going to be a nice day."
"You do that." Harrison sighed.
"I will." Harley said as she got up and headed for the back door. Pausing at the door she turned and looked at Harrison. "Thanks for offering to do the dishes for me Harry."
Harrison opened his mouth to protest, but before any words could leave his mouth, Harley was already gone. "I hate it when she does that." Harrison mumbled looking over at Sam and Dean. "You guys are so lucky you don't have a sister. Their so manipulative."
"I've noticed." Dean smirked.
"Christina was the exact same way. I swear she taught Harley everything she knew." Harrison mused. "If you guys help me with the dishes, I might just answer those questions you had about Christina that I wouldn't answer yesterday."
Sam and Dean looked at each other, "I think that sounds like a good idea." Sam stated.
Harley looked around as she sat down on one of the lawn chairs in the backyard. The sky was blue, and there wasn't a cloud, but yet the air felt cold. Harley sat back and closed her eyes. Her nightmares had come back, the ones that had started after her sister's death. The ones that weren't just dreams, but memories she had tried so hard to forget.
Harley felt a rush of air go past her, and her eyes instantly snapped open. She glanced around, her gaze falling on the figure of a women with long blonde hair, wearing a white dress.
Getting up slowly, Harley walked towards the woman. "Who are you?" she questioned.
"You can see me?" The woman asked in response.
"Um...yea...isn't that kind of obvious?" Harley sighed. "Now tell me, who are you?"
"My names Jessica."
"Our mom had Christina when she was sixteen. She raised Christina as a single mom for years, after she was kicked out of her house. When our mom was twenty-one she met Harley's and my father, Preston. They hit it off right away, and a yea later they were getting married. Five years later Harley and myself were born." Harrison started. "We were the closest family you'd ever meet.
"The weekend of Christina's twenty first birthday me and my dad went up on a trip to our cabin. Harley was suppose to come with us, but she stayed home, because she wasn't feeling good. After we left Christina ended up calling about a part she was having, and wanted us to go to.
"My mom being my mom decided to go and took Harley with her. Harley was more then happy to go Christina was Harley's idol, the one she looked up to most.
"Later that night me and my dad got a phone call up at the cabin. My mom was in hysterics. She told us she got a phone call from Dumont about Christina getting killed. My dad didn't second guess my mom, but I realized she was lying, she had been at that party. Why she didn't tell us, why she told Harley to lie, just doesn't make sense to me."
"Do you think they were hiding something about that night?" Sam questioned.
"They could be." Harrison sighed. "You never know with Harley. But then again she wouldn't hide something about the death of our big sister."
"You sure about that?" Dean asked tilting his head to the side.
"I'm positive." Harrison replied. "I know Harley."
"I talked to Harley last night." Dean stated. "She made a comment to me about seeing something and being afraid of talking about it. But it proved to be worse not talking about it."
"What do you mean you talked to Harley?" Harrison questioned.
"I gave her the opportunity to talk to me." Dean replied. "And she took it."
"Every time I ask her about any of it, she turns away from me." Harrison said, standing up. "She refuses to talk to me about any of it."
"Sometimes it helps to talk to people you don't know." Dean replied.
"But I'm her brother. Her twin brother. The one she felt she could tell everything to, once." Harrison counteracted.
Sam looked between the two before asking, "Harrison, do you know anyone, or remember anyone that had something against Christina?"
Harrison shook his head, "Everyone loved Christina. She was the life of the party. She was one of those people, that when she smiled, her smile would brighten up the room. Christina could solve everyone's problems. There was only really one guy any of us thought would of been capable of... killing Christina. Her ex-boyfriend, but he was out of town then, and the cops talked to him when he got back into town from wherever he was. It's all still a mystery."
"Was an actual investigation ever carried out?" Sam questioned.
"No," Harrison sighed, "I was never really sure why. I think my parent's didn't want to make things any harder on Harley and me. Every reporter, ever investigator in the beginning, questioned the two of us. They were most likely thinking that we would no more then our parents or something. At age eleven, nothing really made sense."
Dean opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by a crash coming from the kitchen. All three males jumped up from their spots in the living room and raced to the kitchen, where they saw Harley standing at the door, biting her lip. What was once the door was now lying on the kitchen floor.
"What the hell Harley?" Harrison said, in the form of a question.
"I tried to open the door and it got stuck so I kicked it, and it broke." Harley replied with a shrug of the shoulders.
"It just broke?" Harrison questioned. "That door has survived being slammed, punched, kicked, and being pelted with rocks."
"I kicked it Harry, that's all. The door was bound to come down sooner or later. Now do you think you and I could possibly go upstairs and talk?" Harley sighed.
"What about?" Harrison asked his sister warily.
"Something." Harley replied, before looking at Dean and Sam. "Do you guys think you could possibly clean this stuff up, while I go talked to my brother?"
"No problem," Sam replied for Dean and himself.
"Thanks." Harley smiled, before leaving the kitchen, and pulling Harrison with him.
Sam looked at his older brother, who had a look on his face that was a cross between a glare and detest. "What?"
"Why is it that I always end up cleaning up?" Dean questioned. "Cleaning really isn't my thing."
"I've noticed that." Sam replied, a grin on his face.
AN: I'm gonna end it there. Sorry about the long wait I've been busy with school and such. Hope you enjoy.