Six.

Feeling the hot water pour from the shower head, Haley shut her eyes against the onslaught of the water, running a hand through the crown of her honey blonde hair. It had been a long day, constantly drilling over the possibilities of the Haywood case. No matter how many times Dean said he was just an angry kid, Haley didn't buy it. Something inside her just wouldn't accept it, and she didn't know why.

So while the boys had gone out to go and get dinner, Haley had decided to have a shower, clear her head and go back to the drawing board. Lathering a handful of fruity scented shampoo into her hair, she tried to concentrate. Maybe it was because she'd spoken to Mrs Haywood, maybe that was why she just couldn't let this go.

Truthfully she was distracted by other things. Like the fact that the situation still wasn't normal again between Sam and Dean. She missed the days when it was all messing around and hunting evil and playing pranks. It had been so much simpler then, before they'd formed their weird love triangle and John had disappeared off the face of the planet. Switching off the shower, Haley stepped out on to the mat she'd lain across the floor. Drying herself off, she knotted the motel towel around her chest and wiped a hand over the surface of the mirror. From beneath the steam her reflection appeared and she stared herself hard in the face. Suddenly something flitted past behind and she jolted, narrowing her eyes. What the hell? Now she was seeing things?

Clicking open the bathroom door, she stepped outside. "Hales we got you-" Sam broke off.

Looking up she spotted them both standing stock still in the doorway, staring at her. Staring at her in a towel, to be specific. Embarrassed by their attention, she rolled her eyes."Yes I'm a girl, I have boobs, get over it," unzipping her canvas duffle she began searching for clothes inside.

"We got you pizza," Dean finished Sam's sentence, dumping the cardboard box on the table "Got anymore ideas about the Haywood kid?"

Haley shook her head, pausing for a second with her hands on her hips "I don't know…" she trailed off "I saw something, in the bathroom."

"In the bathroom?" Dean raised his eyebrows.

"It doesn't matter," retreating into the bathroom she dressed and returned to find both boys seated at the table finishing their food.

"So if it's a simple case of demonic possession then we have no chance of catching whatever did it," Dean grumbled, taking a bite out of his cheeseburger.

Dropping down into a chair opposite him, Haley hugged her knees to her chest and listened as they bounced ideas backwards and forwards. She couldn't eat even though ten minutes earlier her stomach had been rumbling. The weird shadow in the bathroom had completely freaked her, and considering the things she'd seen in her lifetime, it took a lot to scare her. But she'd been having these odd dreams lately… that she hadn't told Sam or Dean or anyone about because she'd been too frightened about the implications of them. Plus they already have one resident psychic and it wasn't her.

"I think I'm gonna go to bed," she announced, catching both of them by surprise and they stopped mid conversation.

"Okay," Sam said slowly, watching her slightly suspiciously.

"Sleep tight," Dean nodded, taking a swig of out of her chair, she smiled tightly.

"Night." Padding over to the bed, she climbed underneath the covers and shut her eyes, willing her thoughts away.

She was looking in the mirror and as she did so, her reflection licked its lips and smiled. Shuddering, she felt a sharp pain in between her ribs that seemed to spread until it filled her chest like an air balloon. Her entire body felt weighty and tired, and as her arm moved she felt out of control and hemmed in.

Turning, suddenly Sam came into view, tied to a chair. Tied to a chair? Haley's mind swirled and her eyes watered. But her body kept moving forward, advancing on him and it was then that she realised that she had a gun in her hand. Clenching her teeth she raised the weapon.

Sam's eyes widened but before he could make a sound, she fired. Right through his head.

Sitting bolt upright, Haley almost screamed but managed to clamp a hand over her mouth just in time. Gasping, hot tears squeezed out of her eyes as she clenched a hand around the sheet on the bed.

"Hales?" Sam's voice croaked through the darkness "What's going on?" Turning to face him, she knew he could see that her face was wet, even in the moonlight. "Are you okay?" he moved toward her but she flinched.

"I saw," she broke off "I had a dream."

"Like my dreams?" his eyebrows knitted together in confusion "What happened?"

"I-" she took a deep breath "I killed you."

For a minute they stared at each other in the dark and silence. Moving across from his bed to hers, Sam wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she pressed her face into his shoulder. The strength of his body was comforting and straight away her heart rate started to slow from its current racing.

Author's Note; what did Haley see in the bathroom? you'll just have to wait and see kids. and is she really psychic? is she gonna kill sweet little Sammy? Next time on Talk is Cheap But Love Lies... (: