I'm back with chapter 5! I know it's been a few weeks, but there's been a lot of excitement that I couldn't pull myself away from. I finally had a couple of minutes to sit down and type this all out. This chapter is the turning point in the story, so I hope you enjoy! Please review! Sam and Dean will give you lots of hugs if you do! As for the song included in the chapter, I am not usually a HIM fan, but my brother plays the music non-stop, so it was bound to stick with me sooner or later. I picked this song (which I do not own, by the way) because it seemed to fit Lucas's attitude at the end of the chapter. Some classic rock will be included later in the story, as well. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 5

Longing to Wake

Kira closed her eyes, leaning her head against the back of the leather seat in the Impala.

"His name was Lucas McGovern. He lived in Sleepy Hollow around the turn of the century, and it looks like he was some part of a cult that met in a farmhouse on the outskirts of town." She was only half paying attention to what Sam was saying. She knew it was important, but part of her just didn't care anymore.

"Kira?" She could hear her name being called from the front seat. "Kira?" The increasing concern in Sam's voice was not missed by anyone.

"Yes?" she answered, opening her eyes. Sam had adjusted the rearview mirror so his gaze could meet hers.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just keep going."

"I was asking if you think you could identify the ghost. I got a picture of Lucas out of the library archives." Sam handed the photocopied sheet back to her. The picture was of a man in his mid-twenties. His brown hair was cropped close to his head, giving him a vaguely distinguished look. He stood, leaning, against the thick trunk of an oak tree. His loose, white shirt was partially unbuttoned and the bottoms of his pants were splattered with mud. He hid the remnants of a smile of his face. Kira couldn't help but gasp when her gaze reached his eyes.

This was him. It had to be. His eyes were as piercing as they had been that day in the basement.

"Kira?" She could hear Jake's voice calling her, now. "Kira!" The paper was ripped from her hands, tearing off the edge she'd been holding.

"Yeah, what?" Her voice sounded unnatural, loud. A sudden sharp pain erupted in her head. She didn't know what drove her to scream. Kira could feel Dean pull to the side of the road, stopping the car. Vaguely, she could hear frantic shouts in the background, but she wasn't with them anymore.

Staring down at her hands, she now saw that she was holding a gun. She was sure those weren't her hands. Kira knew she didn't belong here. Internally, she started when the hands began to move. She tried to will them to stop, but she found that she had no control. Her eyes followed the hands as they pointed the gun at a silhouetted figure that was kneeling in front of her. There was heat all around her. Men carrying lit candles were gathered in a circle. She could feel her feet step closer to the man prostrated on the ground. His face came into view. It was him; the ghost that now haunted her memory.

The gun barrel came to rest at the man's temple. She tried, desperately, to drop the gun, but her fingers found the trigger, eagerly.

"Come on, Lucas. Face death like a man." Kira could feel the words escape her, but the voice was clearly masculine. Fingers squeezed the trigger.

"No!" Kira jumped up, attempting to escape the arms that surrounded her in comfort. Hands guided her head back down. Jake's eyes met hers in a moment of relief. She exhaled, loudly, tears coming to her eyes. Kira's head rested in Jake's lap.

"Thank God," he exclaimed, uncharacteristically. Sam's face came into view, blurred by the tears that now slipped down her cheeks.

"What happened?" Kira's voice was almost inaudible. Jake and Sam worked to help her sit up. It was only then that she noticed they had laid her out in the back of the car. Sam and Jake exchanged unsure looks.

"Uh," Sam began.

"Is she okay?" Dean peeked his head into the open car door. Kira sat up straighter, turning to see all of their faces.

"What happened to me?" The panic in her voice was unmistakable.

"Sammy, we need to…" Sam put his hand up, stopping Dean.

"Kira, you had some kind of seizure." She shook her head,

"No, no. I-I saw the ghost…Lucas! I shot him in the woods! The people from that cult were there. They just let me do it." Sam could see Jake's eyes widen in disbelief. He pushed past Dean on his way out of the car.

"Jake," Dean's tone was softer this time. "Kira's gonna be fine, and…"

"No! It's not that!" He turned to face Dean, "Whatever Kira saw when she…collapsed, I-I saw it too. When we were in the library, I fell asleep." He was pacing now, and his words were coming out with more difficulty. "I had…a dream. It was the same thing that Kira saw. Exactly the same!"

"You're sure this will work?" Kira watched as Dean and Sam poured a thick ring of salt around her bed.

"No spirits can pass its boundaries. You'll be safe." Sam gave her a reassuring smile.

"In the meantime," Dean began, "Sammy and I are going to do some more research and see if we can't dig up the bastard."

Sam could see the uncertainty in Kira's eyes.

"Hey," he began, standing. He crossed the ring of salt and sat on the edge of her bed. "We want this to end just as much as you do. We'll find him, I promise. Just please," Sam stopped, briefly, squeezing Kira's hand, "get some sleep. You look like you need it." Kira could only smile in return.

"That about does it here." Dean stood. "Ready to go Sammy?" Sam turned his head toward Dean, letting go of Kira's hand.

"Yeah."

"Goodnight guys. Thanks," she called, as they left the room, shutting the door behind them.

Jake was waiting outside, sitting on the steps of the staircase.

"She shouldn't have anything visiting her in the middle of the night," Dean assured.

"Are you gonna stay until her parents come home?" Sam asked Jake.

"I was planning on it. I just don't feel right leaving her alone." After a pause he added, "If it means anything, I believe you now. I'll do anything to help you get rid of it."

"Well, we may have to take you up on that later. I'm glad you've finally started paying attention. Ignorance is what gets most people killed with this stuff." Dean made his way past Jake, toward the front door.

"Call us if anything happens," Sam added before following Dean out of the house.

Kira awoke, suddenly. The room was eerily quiet. Rolling over, she saw that it was only 2:30 in the morning. She sat up, needing to see that the ring of salt was still there, unbroken. She could see its white outline against the dark hardwood of the floor. Vaguely, she could hear music coming from downstairs.

There are things you should know.
The distance between us seems to grow.
But you're holding on strong.
Oh how hard it's to let go, oh so hard to let go.

Without second thought, she went out into the hallway, checking her parents' bedroom.

I'm waiting for your call, and I'm ready to take your
six six six in my heart.
I'm longing for your touch, and I welcome your sweet
six six six in my heart.

The bed hadn't been slept in. She closed the door, making her way downstairs.

The stereo in the living room was turned up to full volume.

I'm losing my faith in you.
You don't want it to be true.
But there's nothing you can do.
There's nothing you can do - Yes, I've lost my faith in
you.

Moving to turn it off, she was stopped by a hand that closed over hers.

"Jake!" she screamed after turning to face him. "You scared me! Why are you…" He kissed her, deeply. Pushing at his chest, she shoved him off of her. Her eyes widened.

"What are you doing?" Jake looked almost hurt by this.

"Don't you recognize me Lilith? I know it's been a long time for us, but I've come back to make it right." He tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

I'm waiting for your call, and I'm ready to take your
six six six in my heart.
I'm longing for your touch, and I welcome your sweet
six six six in my heart.

"Please say you'll forgive me!" Violently, he grabbed her by the hands, shaking them. "Please! I can't live without you!" Kira could only look on in shock. This wasn't Jake.

"Lucas?" She asked, tentatively. He stopped brushing her cheek with his fingers.

How long we have to wait,
For love is fading so slowly.
I know it's too late.
Oh my god you're so lonely.

"Yes?"

"Can-can I think about this, please?"

"No!" He jerked her forward, pressing her up against him. "I don't have a lot of time!"

"Please Lucas, you're scaring me." He had the grace to look ashamed. He released her, allowing Kira to take a step backward.

"I'm sorry, Jake." Kira knew he would forgive her later for what she was about to do. His face contorted into an expression of confusion before she hit him over the head with the fireplace poker. Kira ran for the kitchen, unsure if she had actually knocked him out.

Tearing though the cabinets, she quickly found the salt. She spread it across the doorway to the kitchen, then mad a ring around herself as she dialed the phone. It rang twice before Sam answered.

Later, Kira wouldn't remember what she said to him. She would only remember that it took and eternity for him to find her sitting on the floor in the middle of a circle of salt, trembling violently.

I'm waiting for your call, and I'm ready to take your
six six six in my heart.
I'm longing for your touch, and I welcome your sweet
six six six in my heart.
I'm ready for your cal,l and I'm ready to take your six
six six in my heart.
I'm longing for your touch, and I welcome your sweet
six six six in my heart.
In my heart.
In my heart.
In my heart.