Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Supernatural characters (Sam & Dean). But I do own Harley and Harrison.
Harley closed the door to her mother's old office, as Harrison asked, "What is it Harley?"
"It's back." Harley stated, as she began to pace back and forth.
"What's back?"
"The whole six sense thing." At the confused look Harrison gave her, Harley added, "You know 'I see dead people.' That's what's back."
"What do you mean?"
"While I was outside I saw someone standing there. She told me her name was Jessica. And then... then she asked me to talk to Sam for her." Harley let herself collapse in a chair. "I thought this was over Harry. I thought this whole ability disappeared after mom...died. Jessica's the first spirit I've seen since then."
Harrison kneeled down in front of his sister, "Harley calm down. There has to be a reason as to why you're finally seeing spirits again."
"The only reason I can think of is, because I'm gonna die soon, and they want me to help them before that happens." Harley muttered as she rested her head in her hands, her elbows propped up by her knees.
"You're not going to die for a long time Harley. I'm not going to let it happen."
"Harry you have no choice in it."
"And neither do you." Harrison stated shaking his head. "Harley look at me." Harley lifted her head and looked at Harrison. "You are not going to die Harley. No matter how much you think you are, you're not going to. You understand that?"
"Yes," Harley whispered.
"Good." Harrison smiled softly at her. "Now tell me what Jessica said."
"Hey where'd you guys find the wood to cover the doorway?" Harley questioned as she came into the kitchen.
"The shed out back." Sam stated.
"We weren't talking that long were we?" Harley questioned.
"Nah. We just thought we'd look for something to cover the gaping hole in your wall with." Dean replied.
"Well that was very nice of you." Harley smiled, walking over to the counter, where she flipped through the phonebook.
"What are you looking for?" Harrison questioned.
"Jim and Jenny's number. I want to see if Jim and come down here and replace the door for us." Harley replied as she continued to flip through the phonebook.
Harley paused her search when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, and a cold chill come over her. "Tell him. Please." She heard a female voice whisper into her left ear. "I need you to talk to him."
"Hey, Harley you ok?" Harrison's voice came from her other side.
"I'm fine." Harley replied, resuming her search. "Ah ha! Here it is. I knew they got their number changed."
"Talk to him." The voice whispered again.
Harley ignored the voice and handed the phonebook to Harrison, "Call them for me. I gotta go do something."
Harrison opened his mouth to protest but Harley was gone before he could say anything once again. He looked at Sam and Dean who looked somewhat amused. "Dude, you are so whipped." Dean mused.
"I am not whipped." Harrison replied.
"It looks like you are to me." Dean smirked.
"Just... be quiet." Harrison replied, unable to think of a good comeback, which caused Dean to laugh.
Sam shook his head and looked at his brother, "Dean I've been meaning to ask you this, why didn't you wake me up when you got up?"
Dean turned away from Harrison and looked at Sam. "Because you were sleeping for once. And I'm a nice brother."
"Hey, I sleep Dean." Sam protested.
"Not as much as you should." Dean replied.
"Well... I'm going to go make the phone call... I'll let you guys talk." Harrison stated, picking up the cordless and leaving the kitchen.
Dean watched Harrison leave the kitchen as he said to Sam, "I'm guessing you didn't have a nightmare last night. The reason you slept so long."
Sam looked at his older brother, "You're guessing right. But can we drop the subject, we need to figure out what we're going to do about the possible angry spirit."
"We've already been over it Sammy. Find out where she's buried, salt and burn the corpse." Dean stated.
"Don't call me Sammy. How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?"
"Only a few hundred more times," Dean grinned, "Sammy."
Harrison walked back into the kitchen and put the cordless on the counter. "That was a pretty quick call." Sam mused.
"They didn't answer." Harrison replied with a sigh.
"Won't you leave me alone?" Harley groaned.
"Not until you talk to him. That's all I ask. Tell him I forgive him and it wasn't his fault." Jessica replied.
"I don't want to be looked like, like a freak. This all stopped a long time ago, and I don't want it to come back." Harley stated. "I'm not willing to go through all of this again. I don't want a life like my mom and older sister had."
"Please, I need you to do this for me. I need you to talk to him for me. You know what happens if spirits don't get to move on. I need you to talk to him so I can move on. That is all I ask you for."
Harley bit her lip, she knew exactly what happened to spirits if they didn't get to move on. They were stuck in the world of the living. They could see everything that was happening, and weren't able to stop the things they didn't want to happen. It was like being stuck in your room and listening to a raging party going on and not being able to join. At least that was how her mom had always explained it to Christina and herself.
"Fine, I'll do it." Harley sighed, leaving her room and heading towards the kitchen. As soon as she entered the kitchen there were three sets of eyes on her. She looked at Harrison, Sam, and Dean, and asked, "What is there something on my face?"
"Nope." Harrison replied shaking his head.
"Uh huh," Harley sighed, glancing at Sam. "Sam do you think we could talk?"
"About what?" Sam questioned.
"Something..." Harley trailed off not knowing really where to start.
"Whatever you what to talk to me about you can say it in front of my brother." Sam replied.
Harley bit her lip, turned the empty chair at the kitchen table around, and sat down. She crossed her arms along the top of the back of the chair, and leaned forward. Looking wearily at Sam she asked, "Do you know someone by the name of Jessica?"
Harley watched as Sam tensed and an upset look took over his face. "I...I'm sorry if I crossed a line by asking that. I was just wondering, that's all."
"It's ok Just...how..." Sam tried to find the right words.
"I... this is going to sound bizarre and stupid, but I have this ability. It allows me to talk to the... deceased... but only if they haven't moved on, and come to me for help. But this is the first time it's happened in years." Harley tried to explain. "This is probably making me sound insane, but Jessica came to me. She wanted me to talk to you, Sam."
"It doesn't make you sound insane." Sam replied, looking at Harley with both confusion and understanding in his eyes. Abilities. He knew something about 'abilities'. He himself had an ability that couldn't really be explained. He had dreams that came true, sometimes. If he had known what was going on before, he might have been able to save Jess.
"Good." Harley replied, with a sigh. "She wants me to tell you that she doesn't blame you for what happened to her. Actually she's wanted me to tell you that since earlier this morning. When I was outside I saw her standing there and then she told me who she was. I've been pushing off telling you... because... the whole thing tends to freak people out."
"I can see how the whole 'I see dead people' thing would." Dean commented.
"That's why I'm surprised the two of you aren't freaked out about this." Harley replied, glancing over at Harrison who was sitting on her left.
"I guess you could say we deal with these type of things a lot." Sam replied.
"So she tells me..." Harley smirked. "But, that's not the point. Jessica wants you to know that she's not mad at you for not telling her about what your family does...about your past. She can understand how it's something you wouldn't want to share. Even though she would of liked it if you'd told her, she can forgive you."
"Tell him I still love him." Harley heard Jessica say from behind him.
Harley glanced over her shoulder at Jessica, before turning back and looking at Sam, "She wants you to know that... she still loves you Sam."
"I...I still love her." Sam replied, his eyes glossing over.
"I know you do Sam." Harley watched as Jessica appeared behind Sam. "I know everything. I know how my death haunts you."
"Jessica knows that Sam. Now she needs your help to move on. She's trapped here and it sucks for her, because she can see everything that's going on, but she can't stop it or help. She feels that she needs you to stop blaming yourself before she moves on. No matter how much you want to believe that you have already stopped blaming yourself, she needs to believe it."
"I can't help but blame myself." Sam whispered. "I could of prevented it somehow. I could of kept her from dying."
Harley watched as tears glossed over Sam's eyes. "That's where you're wrong." Harley stated. "We all believe we could've prevented something that has happened in our lives. But the truth is we can't. You know, she's afraid. She's afraid that you blaming yourself is going to get you killed if it's not already killing you inside."
"But I-"
Harley shook her head silencing Sam. "She let you see her once. Well, I guess it was more by chance that you were able to catch a glimpse of her."
Sam swallowed the lump in his throat, "That was in Toledo, Ohio."
"Jessica was hoping that would help you out just a bit, but it didn't." Harley sighed. "Look Sam, she's not going to be able to move on until you stop blaming yourself. It's up to you whether or not she gets to move on. You can't be cruel and make her stay here. You can't make her stand around and watch you living a life she can't be part of."
Harley looked away from Sam, only to see Jessica disappear out the door of the kitchen. "I'll be right back." Harley whispered, standing up.
She followed Jessica up the stairs, to her mother's old office. "What's wrong Jessica?"
Jessica turned around, her hair flying behind her, and settling on her shoulders. "He looks so...upset. I... can't stand it. He's not the Sam I remember."
"He lost you." Harley replied. "He lost someone he loves. When that happens... it feels like your world is crumbling around you. It feels like you can't go on. I know you're probably thinking that you need to stay here now. That you need to stick around and make sure Sam gets through all of this. But you can't it'll be to hard on you. Plus he's got an older brother that would do anything for him. Sam's not the only one that needs to help you move on, you do to. He has to let you go, and you have to do the same."
"You sound like you've been through a lot."
"I have. I've lost a lot of people." Harley whispered, "So you ready to go back down there and say goodbye?"
Jessica nodded in reply as she headed out the room. Harley looked around the room, before leaving it herself, something didn't feel right. Shaking her head Harley headed down the stairs and into the kitchen where Sam, Dean, and Harrison still sat.
"Tell him I love him." Jessica's voice came from behind Harley.
"She wants to make sure you know that she loves you Sam." Harley stated with a small smile. "She never wants you to forget that."
"I never will." Sam whispered.
"I see a light." Jessica said in a whisper.
Harley swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. "She's gotta go now Sam. It's time."
"No." Sam replied. "Not yet. Please. Not yet."
"I'm sorry Sam." Jessica said as she walked up to him, and kissed him on the cheek. "Goodbye."
Sam's hand immediately flew to his cheek. He had felt it, felt her. "Jess," he started, but he couldn't feel her anymore.
"She's gone Sam." Harley whispered, the pain evident in Sam's eyes made Harley's eyes water. This was another reason Harley had hated her ability when she was younger. Telling people that their loved ones were completely gone was always hard. It was harder if they didn't believe you.
Looking up Harley watched as Sam got up and left the room, disappearing down the hall to the guest room. Biting her lip Harley looked at Dean and Harrison. "I... I'm going to go talk to him," she whispered standing up.
"No." Dean replied. "I'm going to go talk to him. I'm his big brother. He needs me right now."
Harley shook her head. "Sometimes it's better if people talk to someone they don't know. It can be so much easier. Plus, I think I'd be able to understand what he's going through a bit better. After all I'm the one who sees dead people. You two older brothers chat. Share embarrassing stories or something. I'll be back in a bit."
Before Dean could protest Harley left the room, and headed to the guest room. Dean turned to Harrison and noted, "Your sister does that a lot. Leave before you can reply to anything she says."
"Yup. I've grown up around that." Harrison sighed, shaking his head. "Both my sisters, and my mom were like that."
Sam sat on one of the beds in the guest room. His head was resting in his hands, which were propped up on his knees. A knock on the door caused him to look up, "Yea?"
"Can I come in?" Harley questioned.
"Sure." Sam replied, as he sat up a bit straighter.
Harley opened the door and walked into the room. Looking at Sam she said, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Closing the door behind her, Harley walked over and sat down on the bed opposite Sam. "I didn't mean to make things worse for you. Jessica was just very persistent. She wanted me to talk to you, and I couldn't just sit and not help her move on. It's what she needed."
"You didn't make things worse." Sam replied, with a low voice. "It was just knowing that she was there, and communicating with her in away, brought back memories."
"You're one of the lucky few," Harley sighed.
"Why do you say that?" Sam questioned.
"Not everyone gets the chance to say a last goodbye." Harley replied. "I never got to talk to my sister Christina or my mom after they died. I didn't get to talk to them, like you did with Jessica. I always thought I'd get the chance to tell them I was sorry for everything I did wrong. But I didn't. To grow up with an ability that doesn't help you when you need it most, sucks so bad.
"I guess I followed you, 'cause I wanted you to know how lucky you are. Jessica stuck around, 'cause she felt you needed her. You helped her out a lot, you helped her move on."
"I know. I just wish..."
"That she was still alive. I know that feeling." Harley gave Sam a weak smiled. "So what's the real reason you and Dean weren't freaked out about my 'ability'?"
Sam looked at Harley, unsure of how to answer. He felt obliged to tell her what Dean and himself were up to. After all she had helped him, in a way.
"Dean and I... we..." Sam trailed off, trying to find the right words. "We save people."
"Save people from what?" Harley questioned.
"Things, that most people don't tend to believe in."
"So... ghosts..."
"Sometimes." Sam replied.
"That's definitely a unique job you guys have there." Harley mused.
"It's sort of a family business." Sam explained. "It's something our father...introduced to us."
"Parent's influence us quite a bit. I find we all do things because of our parents. Whether it's against them or for them." Harley paused and then smiled at Sam. "You have a great older brother you know. He worries about you. I can see it in his eyes. All he wants to do is protect you. Kind of like Harrison."
At the sound of knocking on the front door, Harrison groaned. "Maybe if we don't make to much noise, whoever's at the door will go away."
Dean gave Harrison a weird look, "What's so bad about answering the door?"
"Not many people knock around here." Harrison replied. "Most people in this town have a habit of just walking in if the door's unlocked. Usually those that knock, just mean trouble."
Silence fell between the two, as the knocking continued.
"You going to get that?" They heard Harley yell from the guest room.
"Nope!" Harrison yelled in reply.
The guest room door opened, and Harley walked past the kitchen. As she headed towards the front door, they heard her mumbling something to herself. Dean was sure he heard the words, incompetent and asshole.
"Sheriff Dumont. It's so good to see you again." Harley's voice floated threw the house. "And, look at that, you brought friends."
Harrison sat up straighter, and looked at Dean. Standing up he said, "Come on." The two headed out of the kitchen and towards the front door, meeting up with Sam who was standing a bit behind Harley. "What can we do for you Dumont?" Harrison questioned.
A grin formed on Sheriff Dumont's face as he said, "Harley Parker you're under arrest for the murder of Alice Stevens."
Harley's heart stopped, "Wh-wh-what?"
"You heard me Harley."
"No," Harley took a step back, "I'm pretty sure I heard wrong."
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way Harley. But either way you're coming down to the station."
"I didn't kill Alice." Harley said through gritted teeth. "How could you accuse me of something like that?"
"Evidence is against you Harley." Sheriff Dumont sneered, as he took a hold of Harley's arm. "You're coming with me."
Dean stepped forward and looked at Sheriff Dumont, "She was with us at the diner basically the whole time. I'm pretty sure you've got the wrong person."
"That's not what the evidence is showing us."
"Us? You mean you." Harley replied. "I'm positive these little friends of your's don't agree."
Sheriff Dumont said nothing in reply, as he took hold of Harley's arm. Harley flinched as the cold metal of the handcuffs hit her skin. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. She looked up helplessly at Dean, Sam, and Harrison. "Harry I think it would be a good idea if you called dad, and fast."
"You have the right to remain silent," Sheriff Dumont started as he pushed Harley out the door, "Anything you say, can and will be used against you in the court of law."
Harley sat in the cold, bleak cell. This was horrible. "Dumont!" she called out.
She got no reply, which just agitated her. How could he accuse her of murder? Her fingerprints had nothing to do with this. Of course they were all over Alice's house. Harley babysat Conner all the time for Alice. Hell, Harley lived at Alice's half of the time. Bringing her hands to her head, Harley groaned, this was flipping insane. She hadn't done anything wrong.
What kind of evidence did they have against her? Fingerprints were nothing, or at least that's what she wanted to believe. Harley leaned back against a wall, she was completely screwed over.
Dean looked over at Sam, it had been an hour since Sheriff Dumont had taken Harley away in handcuffs, and the two were sitting in the guest room trying to form a plan. "So, if it's Christina who's doing all the killings-"
"We've already, basically, established that it's her." Sam replied.
"Then, all that's left for us to do is salt and burn the corpse." Dean stated.
"And we have to figure out how to help get Harley out of jail," Sam added, glancing at Dean. "We both know that she's innocent, so we can't leave her there.
"I know Sammy," Dean replied. "First we're gotta deal with Christina. Then we'll help get Harley out. Harley and Harrison's dad probably already has a lawyer on the way to the police station to get Harley out."
"Uh huh." Sam suddenly thought of something, "Hey Dean, are we going to ask Harrison where exactly Christina is buried? Or are we going to go and look for her grave ourselves? You said earlier we were going to ask, but I don't think that's going to work out too well."
"I think it's been made pretty obvious that they wouldn't be freaked out if we asked. Harley has that whole Jennifer Love Hewitt thing going on, after all."
"That's not the point Dean. You really think they'll tell us where Christina's buried?"
"I'm sure one of them will."
AN: I rushed the end of this chapter, only because I don't want this to be a long, never ending fic...lol. But anyway, only a few more chapters to go. Next chapter, our favorite boys go to save the day, only to run into a slight problem. Hope you liked this chapter, don't forget to leave a review.