Note: I wrote this as a two-shot. It's pretty twisted and meant to be heart tugging. Like nothing I've ever written before. It seems whenever I write short stories they come out this way… depressing, sorry.

I feel bad for all the characters. They're all selfish and a little weak, so maybe they have it coming. You decide.

Anyways, this is AU story, as Haley is Bobby's daughter, and never grew up in Tree Hill. So where did this story come from? Ugh... reading other fanfiction and re-watching first season. I've never written anything quite like this; go easy on me please...

Warning: This story contains adult situations. I would not recommend for children to read. Viewer discretion is advised.

Good Intentions

Mmmm whatcha say, That you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, That it's all for the best?
Of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say? That it's just what we need
you decided this

They were a team, had been for as long as Haley could remember. Growing up a hunter's daughter didn't offer a lot of opportunity for friends. Other children were scarce in these parts. So the few times a year Haley got to see John Winchester's boys, was always something meaningful to her. They made up the best of her childhood memories. Those brothers meant the world to Haley. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for them.

A trio at first but as they grew older slowly it transformed to a duo. Like musical chairs, each time with a different partner.

Only one year apart, Sam was Haley's first love and visa-versa. First everything, they were crazy about each other. Like they felt dizzy when together, my heart skips a beat, crazy love.

They made the distance work until she turned seventeen and then she ran away with him. Dean resisted hiding Haley at first, but he was almost as crazy about her as Sam was. Eventually, she broke him down.

Bobby wanted to load the shotgun and go Winchester hunting, over his missing daughter and John almost did when he found Haley in Sam's bed one morning, but she had been secretly with them for so long there was no sending her back.

The trio all together, a force to be reckoned with, until Sam got into Stanford. Haley couldn't go but she knew it was Sam's biggest dream and he had too. Loving each other too much to watch what they shared slowly shrivel away, they cut it clean. When Sam left they were over.

Broken-hearted before belief, Daddy called her home, but Dean stood by her side, so Haley refused to leave.

The best friend Haley had always found in Dean never shined brighter than when he healed her after Sam left, instead of dumping her at her fathers doorstep and hitting the road.

They stayed like that for a long time, just best friends and nothing more, but one day it changed.

There had always been something between them, something electric and sensual but Haley had always been Sam's, so it was irrelevant and ignored.

Dean resisted 'them' the hardest. Haley knew it was out of loyalty to Sammy and his own personal demons but one day his will crumbled too. That year Haley and Dean discovered how deep love really ran, and not the puppy love kind but my heart beats for you, you're the reason I was born, kind of love. They became untouchable to anyone but themselves.

They didn't even tell anyone, out of fear others wouldn't understand but John and Bobby figured it out as soon as they saw them together.

Unfortunately it was a love that ran so deep, they drowned in its currents.

Then Sam came back in their lives, returned from Stanford worse for the wear. The trio reunited. Suddenly unfinished business and deep seeded insecurities surfaced, like a reopening wound.

Haley liked it, having her two favorite men by her side but every gift comes with a cost. She could only have one. Her choice would have been easy but Dean made it for her.

Now here they were, after spending another long day researching and looking around for what was killing innocent people in this quiet town. They had returned late to the sleazy motel for the night.

Dean and Haley in one room, Sam was in the other. Enough room for all in one but Sam said he needed his own space, nobody pushed. He had been away for over two years, things were different.

Dean had settled in for the night when he caught Haley's eye. Choppy blonde hair, trademark plain cotton tee-shirt with a flannel on top, but it was his scent that filled the room with an intoxicating fragrance. One that called to her from a place only he could reach.

Watching him lounge on the lumpy mattress, lost on basic cable, the sight of him stung and fluttered Haley's heart.

Every part of her wanted to go to him, wrap loving arms around him and feel his secure ones return the sentiment but she couldn't. Dean wouldn't let her, she wouldn't let herself.

He had made the choice for them, now they had to live with it. As soon as Dean decided they were going to try and bring Sam back after Jess's death, he broke it off with Haley. Saying, he wouldn't shove it in Sammy's face, it was his brother and they were better as friends anyway. She agreed with a somber heart because Haley could see in Dean's piercing green eyes, his stubborn mind had been made up and part of her knew he was right too. He also insisted Sam never know about them, always protecting his baby brother. Dean pressed he wouldn't understand, she was forced to agree. To this day Sam still didn't know.

What they shared, had been deep and intense, it terrified them both and if they were honest they'd admit that was a big part of why they had run away from the relationship.

Haley held onto the faint joy of knowing while she had lost Dean as her partner, she at least kept her best friend.

Hypnotized by the image of Dean lying on that bed, his arms folded behind his head, the sight of his form captivated Haley in ways it shouldn't. Unable to look away, her chocolate eyes roamed over the sexy intention of his muscle tone hiding under his shirt like a hidden treasure. The strength of his long arms and remembering how they felt around her, the perfection of his profile, all taunted her deepest longing.

Dean caught her staring at him out of the corner of his eye and beckoned Haley to him with a tilt of the head. Easily she went, never able to deny him.

Reaching him at the end of his bed, Dean sat up to meet her with a smirk that brought crimson to her cheeks.

"Would your boyfriend approve of you looking at me like that?" He teased; the devilish grin on his lips told her so but the look in his green eyes said he liked it when she looked.

He's not my boyfriend, Haley thought but Dean already knew that. Sure they had recently become intimate again. A fact she felt sure Dean didn't know but it was only because she had to heal him. Haley was giving everything she had to try and pull Sam from the dark place he had fallen. She had never seen him so lost.

After Jess was murdered, part of Sam was too. Sure his body lingered on, for all outward appearances he was passable, but those who knew him, knew better.

Haley would never forget the night Dean went to her. Once Sam picked up the bottle and wouldn't put it down, that was the final straw for Dean; everyone could see Sam was downward spiraling. Sick and tired of watching Sam not sleep, Sam grow dark and vengeful. His little bother slip away, suffocating in his own guilt and grief.

Dean had gazed upon Haley one night, with his penetrating green eyes that saw right into her soul.

The full moon had hung over them like a spot light. Fix him, he had said, whatever it takes, just fix him.

Dean didn't elaborate more, it hurt too much to tell her that already, but what he wasn't saying had been clear in his tortured eyes.

In some sick twisted way Haley thought, if she could just get Sam back to normal, Dean would see the light about them. Now Haley saw the error in her ways, too little, too late.

The weight was upon her shoulders, Dean couldn't reach him, he tried but she could.

They had shared something special once. Sure it was ancient history; water under the bridge but Sam still let her touch places no one else could. They knew who each other were at the core of their beings, had most of their lives.

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I'd do
It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you
It's the wrong time for somebody new
It's a small crime and I've got no excuse

Rolling her eyes at Dean's snarky 'boyfriend' comment, Haley laughed lightly and began to step away thinking the moment was over.

That's when his hand caught hers. With gentle easy, Dean pulled Haley near; needing her like the stars need the moon.

Her heart jumped to an erratic beat as without a word, Dean lifted her onto his lap.

Her legs nestled on either side of him, Dean trapped in-between. Haley forced her gaze to stay on his calling green eyes as she willed her breath to stay even.

They lingered like that as the moments passed, nothing but eye contact and silence between them.

Chocolate and green orbs intertwined with everything they'd never say, couldn't say. Words bursting with unfulfilled love, that burned inside every time they looked at each other, but because they were terrified by the depths of these feelings they'd never bring those words to life, not now.

Haley loved Dean more than she had ever loved anything, but she couldn't have him, not like this.

The tangled web they had weaved was treacherous and dangerous but even they knew where the line was at. One or the other but never both, they were brothers, it wouldn't be right for so many reasons. Since Sam seemed stitched to her, was wilting away by himself, and Dean wouldn't budge an inch, Haley felt like her hand was forced.

Missing him, she reached out and lightly touched Dean's short tipped blonde haired. The texture soft between her finger tips. Haley smiled softly with the way her heart always felt full the closer they got.

"Would you ever run away with me?" She dared to ask, her eyes pinning him with the weight of her words. The unspoken love shined in her chocolate eyes.

Dean's strong hands moved smoothly from her hips, and traced her shape in his palms, before slipping under her shirt, to settle at her waist. Dancing along the line, but next truly crossing it.

Staring into her eyes unable to look away, completely mesmerized by Haley, he answered quietly.

"No," Dean had to be honest with her, but she could see in his green eyes from inches away, he wanted to. Sam was his brother, his life long responsibility, he'd never abandon him.

Her hand stilled with his locks still in her grasp, then let go, like she was suppose to, Haley's heart sunk with this impossible situation. Constantly having to remind herself at least she had Dean, even if she didn't Have him.

"Why?" Dean spoke up as he cupped her cheek in his course textured palm, seduced by the soft suppleness of her skin.

"Would you?" He asked, voice deep and rough, but they both knew they were walking on thin ice, and needed to step back before they fell threw.

Her heart pierced with his voice and screamed with her answer, Yes!

Haley's eyes closed for a moment, the exuberant yell inside of her soul had to silenced.

Quieting her inner turmoil with a deep breath, Haley's beautiful chocolate orbs reopened. Capturing Dean's gaze as it waited for her, Haley held it steady, and gave him the answer she couldn't have lied about even if she wanted to.

"Yes," Haley whispered with an ach in her heart as the words slipped from her lips.

It would have been easy to admit the truth and fall into each other's arms, taint the sheets but then they would have crossed a line there's no returning from. That would be a secret that could never stay hidden forever and when Sam found out, it would destroy everything their lives as a cluster had meant together. They both loved Sam too much to sacrifice him in the name of their happiness.

Her gut fluttered with Dean's closeness, Haley wanted him like air to breathe. Unable to stop herself, her hand lifted to his plump pout and delicately brushed one of the places she loved most on him.

Their eyes stayed locked as Dean's lips lightly kissed Haley's finger tips. They could feel their will unraveling by the second but deep in their hearts, neither felt a desire to pull away. An urge pushed them, with everything that had been building between them since Sam's return

Their faces slowly inched closer together, unable to fight the feeling, a destination in mind, a hunger to cure.

Then reality came knocking at the door, literally, and the moment slipped away like a leaf in the wind.

Quickly Dean gripped her waist and rose from the bed, bringing them both to their feet.

Their eyes met once more, disappointment clouded both their gaze before he spoke. "You should get that."

Nodding somberly, Haley went for the door, already knowing who would be behind it.

There Sam stood in the dark, faintly illuminated by the yellow porch light that came with every room, torment drowning his whiskey, puppy dog eyes.

"Couldn't sleep," Was all he said but they both knew what he meant, why he was here this late at night.

Silently Haley nodded with understanding, leaving the door open for him; she walked back in, deeper into the room.

Grabbing his leather jacket off the chair beside the standard motel table, Dean threw it on.

"Yeah me neither, think I could a use drink right about now." He announced, knowing it was time for him leave, not that he'd want to stay and watch. They hid it from him but Dean knew. He had known since the first night. When Sam was having a particularly guilt riddled evening, Haley had gone to his room to try and get him to calm down. Dean had heard an occasional hollered word from Sam as he carried on, but then later that night the walls talked again. To a different tune this time, Dean knew what had happened.

There was somberness to his eyes if Sam looked up from his feet, past his own gloom but Dean wanted it hidden from Sammy.

Passing his younger brother, Dean patted his back, as Haley called his name. "Dean."

Turning to face her, something fractured in his pupil caught her eye and ached in her heart. She could see he knew something was going on between her and Sam. She just prayed he didn't know everything.

"Don't wait up." He spoke casually with a grin, as if unfazed but his eyes always revealed the truth.

His words said she shouldn't worry about him, because he didn't plan on spending the night alone. His eyes said, he wanted to stay here with her so bad it hurt.

Watching him leave, Haley knew every time Dean went out to forget her, another piece of their love burned away. The ach in Haley's heart throbbed; she could practically feel him slipping through her fingers.

Bruised but not completely broken, Sam's sensitive heart was still in-tacked underneath all his grief; he noticed the look in Haley's eyes as the door shut.

Stepping to her, Sam reached out and gently touched her cheek to draw her attention.

"Hales, what's wrong?" He questioned with genuine concern.

Haley's eyes shot up to Sam, his sympathy touched her where it hurt. She didn't blame him, or hold ill will against him. What she and Dean were doing, they were doing to themselves, that wasn't Sam's fault. Out of all of them, he was probably the most in the dark.

Seeing how much Sam cared for her, shining bright in his pupil. The gentle way he had always looked at her since childhood, Haley softened and a small smile returned to her face. "Nothing, I'm fine," she reassured.

Pulling his hand down from her cheek, Haley clasped it in her own and led him to her bed. She forced him to sit on the edge, so their eyes could meet and she could have a good look at him.

In better light, in the late hour, Haley could see Sam hadn't slept in days. The dreams must be getting worse, she thought. There was something alert and agitated about him but also something exhausted and beaten down too.

"How many days?" She asked quietly as a gentle hand combed his dirty ruffled hair from his eyes.

"Three," He reluctantly answered, Sam would have lied to Dean. Always trying to appear stoic and strong like his big brother but he knew better than to pull that with Haley. She accepted nothing but honesty from him.

Worry clouded Haley's gaze with his answer as her hand gently settled on his cheek where a fading bruise still lingered.

"Sammy…" Her hushed breath ached as she placed a nurturing kiss upon his forehead and pulled him into a comforting hug, one he easily gave back. Seeing Sam like this scared Haley, she wasn't sure how to make the pain stop for him but his eyes had told her what he needed tonight. A needy weakness in his pupil, altered from his usual wanting look for her, but Haley would know that look on Sam a mile away.

Pulling back from their embrace, Haley locked with burdened whiskey eyes, as a worried smile edged on her lips for Sam. She did love him. After everything they had been through, part of her would always love him but it was a different kind of love then before.

Knowing and seeing he was hurting, Haley had to do something. So she gave everything hoping it was enough. It wasn't just these random night visits, she took care of him. Making sure he consumed something other than coffee, didn't do something dangerous and get himself killed

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I'd do
It's the wrong kind of place to be cheating on you
It's the wrong time she's pulling me through
It's a small crime And I've got no excuse

Stepping back until she leaned against the worn down, dresser across from him, Haley looked to the right of her shoulder, and spoke up.

"We were just watching TV. We could do the same, see if you get tired, or we could talk for awhile, or…" Haley purposefully left her statement open ended as her chocolate orbs turned back and captured Sam's.

In that moment she already knew what he wanted. The set up always the same, she'd never ask for it, it had to be Sam and it couldn't be a regular thing. Only when he'd avoided sleep at all costs, he'd come to her to lull him to sleep because up until Stanford, they had always taken care of each other.

Slowly her hand crept out and hooked Sam's much larger one. Rising to his feet, Haley led him near as her breath grew anxious, picking up with the impending moment.

Silently, Sam's arms reached out to touch her. Lifting her onto the dresser for a better height difference, before hesitantly moving over her figure with the temptation, Haley waited for him to give the word as her heart began to pound with the expectancy.

Eyes locked with anticipation, Sam nervously nibbled on his lip. Shy by nature, one of the things she adored most about him. His lips parted and a low, quiet breath escaped. "Or…" He nervously answered with a timid, twitching smile, his trademark grin that always sent butterflies stirring inside.

Giving Haley the answer she already knew was coming, why he showed up at the door at all this late hour, she banished all thoughts of Dean deep from her mind. Filling the hollow places in her heart with Sam, in a way he seemed to need.

Pulling him close, Haley wrapped her arms around his neck. Tall and sturdy like a tree, Sam's branches secured around Haley.

Stepping in between her knees, their lips crept together. It had started out slow and sensual on the lips, because they were always a little unsure when first reopening that door. Quickly the kiss grew hungry and needy, this wasn't about love. Sam didn't go to Haley because he was in love with her, and she knew that. He did love her, just not in that way.

Sam needed to hide under her skin, escape inside her; from all the things he couldn't bear to feel another second. She'd let him because that was what he needed and she loved him enough to give it to him, to fix him.

Her familiar sweet scent and sexy figure always pushed Sam's buttons. The way she knew just where to touch him and how to move with him, quieted his tormented insides like only an old lover can. His mouth traveled hard down her neck, as Haley closed her eyes and let herself get lost in it.

Rapidly pulling off her cloths that got in his way, Sam was broken but not blind as the sight of Haley got to him the way it always did. She was stunning in his eyes but in a natural way, just how he liked it. Like a waterfall undiscovered, deep in the forest, untainted by mans hand.

"God you're beautiful, Haley." Sam confessed off a heated rapid breath as his hand lovingly brushed her bare shoulder. Taking a moment to appreciate her with clear and lucid whiskey eyes, there was emotion in this for Sam. He never could fully detach sex and intimacy. That's why it was Haley he craved under his lips, caressed by his palms and not some random bar slut.

Their eyes caught in that moment and a quick infectious laugh left her lips as Haley lightly shook her head, golden silk hair swaying in the movement.

"Shut up, Sam." She smiled up at him before pulling his lips back in to reignited the burning embers. Wrapping her legs around him as he carried her to the bed, Haley silenced Sam from saying things that only complicated the situation more than it already was.

It wasn't slow or tender, in contrast to the way Sammy normally made love, but they weren't making love.

Twice her size in height and strength, it was like a tsunami crashing on the beach, Haley held on for the ride. Sam would take what he needed but make sure she reached that delirious, explosive peak. While also letting out everything he could, and the pain would go away for a little while. For that night he'd sleep. Nightmares banished in the after glow.

Haley didn't feel used; she got to take out her garbage too. She knew Sam loved her and they knew each other too long for cheap misunderstandings. She was offering and he was accepting.

Haley knew Sam would do the same if she needed it, not that she would. This was more of a male way to escape from your demons. Even though if Haley could look past her own denial, she'd see she was running too.

They had known each other too long, been through too much, to not be there for the other when they needed them most.

Soon the room grew hazy with rhythmic noises and heated breaths as they collide together in a raw primal way. They won't look into each others eyes as they do it, like a shotgun wedding, it's too dangerous and forced.

Then they'll collapse on the bed, completely spent. They won't cuddle, that's too close to feeling something neither wants to feel for the other, but Sam will kiss her sweat glistened forehead tenderly with thanks. Too terrified to touch her lips after the transaction has been completed.

Sam will pass out in the sheets on the opposite side of the bed, finally getting some rest.

While Haley lies awake, trying to live with the things she's done, how far she's fallen. Tugging her cloths back in place, she'll lie on top of the blankets wondering where Dean is, until sleep comes calling. Heartbreaking, she'll wonder what or who he's doing, all the while knowing, it's her just desserts.

They made their bed, now they have to lie in it… or be buried under it.

Is that alright? Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright? If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright? If I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?

No...

Schuyler Fisk, "Fall Apart today"& Imogen Heap, "Hide and Seek"

I felt this situation was so complex, the character's needed a bit more explaining and understanding. So I'll included my personal assessment of the character's state of mind during this story.

Psychological profile of the above characters:

Sam: Sam is full of grief and fear. He isn't thinking straight. He can't face the day to day life without Jess. He can't face knowing all the dreams he held for them are gone, like ashes in the wind. He can't face all the emotions that come with losing someone you love forever. And he's also terrified. Terrified by his nightmares and the fact that whatever killed his mother, also killed his future fiancé. If that isn't personal, what is? So Sam's running. Running from everything inside of himself he can't face, with endless work, self inflicted insomnia, and Haley. She is the only female figure left in his life and he loves her but not like he loved Jess. She's always has an open arms policy with him and he always let her in. The sex is merely a physical manifestation of Sam's need to escape reality, get his blood pumping, and let off steam. The same adrenaline pounding he seeks out from the hunts.

Dean: Dean is paralyzed by fear. Growing up like a gypsy, never really making connective ties to anyone but his family and Bobby's family. Dean's terrified of commitment. He doesn't even know what it looks like, and he was fine with that until Haley. Once he became involved with Haley, it was like seeing the light. A light so bright it filled his whole being, and consumed his soul. It left him quaking in his boots, so Dean did the thing he learned best from his nomadic life, he ran away from it. The only time he had ever seen love that strong, was the kind that his father held for his mother and look how that ended. His mother died, his father went crazy. When Sam returned almost unrecognizable, Dean felt helpless and desperate. He knew he had to save Sam, it was his job. So he made a choice he could hardly live with and shoved Haley into Sam arms. Hoping Sam would move on and get better. Hoping that one day, he'd forget he loved her at all.

Haley: Haley is torn and beaten down. The Winchester brother's are her heart and soul, her biggest weakness. Seeing Sam come rushing back into her life, hanging on by a thread, she couldn't sit idly by. They have all this finished business between them, and a past, she'll always love him in one way or another. So they're trapped in a co-dependant cycle, because he comes to her, metaphorically on his knees, certain she can make it better. Haley isn't capable of turning him away. Then on the other hand, she's madly in love with Dean. A man she had given her heart and soul to, to only have him turn her away and push her to Sam. Since Dean's left her there's a gaping hole in her heart where he use to be. A hole Dean keeps festering because; he says one thing to her, but his eyes say another. He's become this impassible road block. He wont let her back in, and she can't get over him.

Sam & Haley: Really, there is no Sam and Haley. There was and it was a very meaningful relationship for both of them. One that ended abruptly when he left, now that he has returned abruptly, all these old feelings and issues are getting stirred up. Beyond just their past relationship, they also grew up together and are friends. So in Haley's attempt to support Sam through his loss of Jess, things got out of hand. And now they're caught in a viscous cycle, because they're both running from something.

Dean & Haley: Are in love with each other, but because of what's going on with Sam and Dean's insecurities about relationships, their feelings have been forced back into the 'friends' box. Problem is, it doesn't fit there. They don't love each other like friends, they love each other more. Haley wants him back but Dean won't budge. So they're trapped in limbo. They have all these feelings and emotions swirling between them, but no way to extinguish them or let them out. So they're destined to explode, and when they do, everyone including themselves will probably get hurt in the blast.