Note: In this One-shot Haley is Ellen's oldest daughter, Jo's older sisters. I figure Haley is Sam's age or a year younger. Dean is still four years older then Sam. Sam and Dean grew up knowing Ellen's family. This takes place sometime before Sam leaves for college, but I picture him at least 18. Any further questions, just ask…

Oh and Can't forget… This One's for Pam, not sure it's what you were looking for but here it is.

Rinse Him

She'd do anything to sparkle in his eyeShe would suffer, she would fight, and compromiseShe's been wishin' on the stars that shine so brightFor answers to the questions that will haunt her tonight

Heartbroken and humiliated, Haley dashed through her bedroom door. Slamming it behind her, Haley dove for her bed, tears already streaming down her cheeks. Burying her face in the pillow, she hugged it to her as tears rattled her chest. Images of Dean downstairs flirting with the eye catching blonde at the bar plagued her mind. The way charm oozed off her as she found excuses to touch him. The way Dean gave her his trademark smirk in return, inviting her in, not pushing her away like he did with Haley, sent warm tears pouring from her eyes.

Haley didn't understand and her heart couldn't bear. She didn't understand how Dean could kiss and touch with her such love and depth, tell her all of it was real and true, but then turn around, and say none of that matters, because no matter what, they could never be. Most of all she couldn't understand why she couldn't just forget him, banish him from her heart and move on. She didn't understand, so the tears kept coming.

Lost in her own thoughts Haley barely heard the door softly open and close. Her ears filled with the sound of feet ruffling the carpet behind her. He didn't announce himself and she didn't need him too. Heavy steps, long stride, she'd know his walk anywhere.

Releasing the pillow, Haley hastily wiped the tears from her eyes wanting to hide her pain.

An unspoken invite, he lowered on her bed, lying beside her. His hand landed on her hair first, gently slipping down the length of her mane and onto her back soothingly.

Leaning over to the back of her head, face brushing her hair, he finally spoke.

"What's wrong?" Sam quietly questioned.

Sniffling to clear the emotion from her throat, Haley wiped all remaining tears from her face, wanting to appear strong.

Rolling onto her back, she faced him. "Nothing," Not looking him in the eye, Haley lied.

Shifting onto his side, resting on his elbow so he had a good view of her face, Sam noted the redness to her eyes, the remnants of wetness on her face.

Silently, he reached out. His thumb grazed her cheekbone lightly, wiping a tear she hadn't gathered.

"Missed one." Sam spoke softly, empathy and concern filling his soft whiskey gaze.

Closing her eyes, Haley knew her secret tears were plain to see. Feeling Sam's comfort only brought more tears to her eyes, and the wanting to fall into his arms and let him fight her demons away.

Being independent and strong, Haley pushed the tears down instead. Taking a slow deep breath to compose herself, Haley opened her eyes and found Sam's puppy whiskey orbs waiting for her.

His hand never left her face, stroking her cheek softly with his thumb, Sam spoke.

"Talk to me." He pleaded. He wasn't blind, Sam could see she was hurting and had been for some time but every time he tried to find out what happened she pushed him away. Sam knew it was about Dean, he could see by the look in her eyes, Dean was breaking her heart, but Sam didn't know how to stop it. So he gave the only thing he could… all of him.

Gazing into her best friends eyes, a man she loved almost more than anyone else, Haley's chest rattled with the urge to surrender to him. But then reality stopped her. Dean was Sam's brother she wouldn't put him in the middle of them. She wouldn't force him to pick sides, and she knew if she cried on his shoulder that's exactly what she'd be doing.

Looking into his penetrating gaze, Jo's voice rang in Haley's mind. What her sister had said was true, Haley wasn't fair to Sam. He gave her everything she needed, and she didn't return the favor.

Haley realized she was no better than Dean, keeping Sam at arms length. In that moment, Haley made a decision. That would stop here and now before she drove him away. And not because Haley knew Dean was out there somewhere, making hot and sexy with that dump but beautiful blonde… but because she loved Sam so much it scared her. Maybe if she admitted it to herself, deep inside she partly wanted to hurt Dean too.

Without a word of warning, Haley rose to her knees. Sam's eyes filled with question in her movement, he began to sit up thinking she was going to leave when Haley pushed him back down on her mattress by his chest.

Confusion dilated Sam's pupils, his gaze narrowing, but he didn't protest. Bracing her hands on his chest, Haley slowly climbed onto Sam's lap.

As her legs straddling his hips, his throat tightened. Sam swallowed hard with her advance, taken by surprise.

"Haley?" He questioned her, nerves rattling his breath. Sam's hands found her hips, bracing her, while holding her place, so she couldn't move, and make this more complicated. The nervous look never leaving his eyes, Sam wanted answers.

Looking down on Sam, Haley smiled softly. Her heart stilled ached, but Sam had magical ways of stitching her back together. "I'm not fair to you, Sam." Haley finally spoke.

Confusion never leaving his eyes, Sam shook his head no, saying he didn't agree. Haley made him feel more whole than any woman ever had. To say she was unfair, Sam felt she couldn't be more wrong.

Moving, Haley's hands slipped from Sam's sculpted chest, and up to the sensitive skin of his neck. Faintly she ran her fingers along the groove, feeling his soft skin under her finger tips.

Nodding, Haley continued. "You give me everything, but I don't give you everything you need, do I?" Pausing after her question, Haley's eyes dropped from his gaze to her hands. A mind of their own, her fingers danced along the collar of his white undershirt before settling on the top button of his buttoned up flannel shirt.

Biting her lip, Haley hesitated for moment, unsure of her own actions. Then taking hold, Haley quickly unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. This time she didn't stop to second guess. Hands slipping to the next button, her fingers continued their work as her eyes glanced back up at him. "I can't loose you Sam." Haley confessed. Eyes big, insecurity hanging in her iris.

Quickly, Sam's callused hands left her hips, and settled on her delicate hands, stilling them. Sam would be lying if he tried to say Haley undressing him, the feel of her perched upon him wasn't doing something for him. If she really wanted this, he'd give it to her in a second, but the fear in her eyes told him that wasn't the reason she was doing this. She was scared, scared she'd loose him.

Taking matters into his own hands, Sam rolled them. Until she was pinned beneath him, her delicate face nestled on the pillow, her fragile eyes staring up at him, it was her turn to hold a questioning gaze.

Softly Sam's rough hand cupped her cheek; his strong thumb stroked the supple flesh. His gaze was unrelenting and certain upon hers. "You're hurting." Sam admitted he knew her truth from inches away.

Uncontrollable tears pooled in her eyes with the way he always seemed to see inside her. Pushing them down, Haley refused to cry. "Then make it stop." Haley begged, gazing into his heartfelt eyes. Haley knew Sam would be the only one to come save her, one of the many reasons why she loved him.

Stroking her cheek again comfortingly, Sam nodded silently with acknowledgement. "Where's does it hurt?" His rough voice questioned with soft eyes.

Her heart clenched with pain, it ached so often now she had almost become numb to it… almost. Some days worse than others… today was torturous.

Lightly grabbing hold of the scoop neck of her black tank top, Haley pulled it down to the edge of her bra. Placing a hand over the exposed top of her breast, Haley closed her eyes with the contact as if it strung, and somewhere inside it did.

Eyes held closed, lost in the pain she answered. "Here." Sucking in a breath shuttered by emotion, Haley removed her hand slowly from her heart as her eyes opened and met Sam's again.

Empathy filled his soft gaze. A weak smile briefly splashed across his face. Holding her gaze, he nodded silently. Releasing her gaze, he leaned down to ease her pain. His lips softly landed where her hand had been. He could feel her heart beat underneath his lips. Delicately his mouth kissed her supple skin. Trying to kiss her pain away like she would him.

The second Sam's lips touched her skin, Haley heart skipped a beat. Savoring the healing, she watched him, fascinated and addicted to the sight. His hot moist breath took the place of his lips as he pulled back slightly.

She could feel his presence lingering before his smooth lips sensitively blessed her wounded heart again with a kiss. Shivers rushed through Haley's body. A will of their own, her hands tangled in his hair, holding him close. The silky smooth strands, slipped through her fingers.

Like a switch flicked on, Sam felt himself falling for Haley as her breath quickened under his kiss. Her sweet smelling skin buried against his nose hypnotized Sam. Under his lips, hints of her slipped into his mouth, she tasted sweet like strawberry's, and something specifically Haley. Going against his better judgment, Sam went in for another kiss, and taste of her flesh. Her hands holding him in place, told him she wanted this.

Her fingers slipped through his silky locks. Eyes glued, watching him love on her. Haley got drunk off the way Sam could put her pieces back together when she thought all hope was lost. Even more than that, it amazed Haley how sensual Sam's mouth felt upon her skin. Lost in the moment, swallowed by bliss, his name escaped from her lips with pleasure.

Salty sweet skin captured under his lips, Sam held the kiss a moment longer, then pulled back. The satisfaction on her breath as she called his name, Sam had never heard anything like it, and was helpless to do anything other than go to her.

Cold air filled the space where Sam's lips had rested. Haley's eyes found Sam's hot upon her. Something heated and wanting swirled in his pupil, mimicking her own. Whatever this had started out as it was lost now, transformed into something primal that killed loneliness.

She can't, she won't, she must rinse himShe must rinse this all away, She can't hold him this wayShe must rinse this all away, She can't love him this way

Sam's hand found her cheek again, cupping it more roughly this time. Desire hot on his breath, part of Sam hesitated inside, warning this was Haley after all. Throwing caution to the wind, looking into chestnut eyes that longed for him, Sam gave in.

Leaning forward, his mouth captured hers. Their lips embraced, mouth's intertwined. She tasted of cinnamon and pucker liquor upon Sam's tongue. Tasting her, Sam remember why he missed her flavor, she was delirious. Flush upon her, Sam's nostrils flared as his breath came out in short heated bursts upon her face. Pulling him closer, Haley savored the way he smelled of pine needles and gun powder. His much bigger and stronger body crushed her to the bed.

Feeling Haley mold into his body, feeling her lips meet his pace, Sam never wanted to stop, but her tears filled his mind. The way only moments ago she had been shedding them. Sam wouldn't ignore that or try to cover it with passion.

Intoxicated off Sam, Haley was still aware of the moment. Kissing Sam was a beautiful disaster, but as always nerves raced up Haley's belly, acknowledging the contact. Pushing Sam back from her lips, Haley called his name again, this time hesitancy filled her breath.

Despite everything he wanted and knew part of her wanted too, Sam chose to be the great man he was born to be, and pulled from their embrace instantly with her request.

Their eyes met in a heated moment. Sam took in the startled uncertainty gaping in her iris. He could see she was afraid of what they had done, what it meant.

Sam watched it hit her eyes, the truth of them. Startle filled her pupil; she had been kissing him again.

Soft hearted, Sam relieved the moment with ease as he always did. Without a word, he gently leaned down, and kissed her forehead, with soft endearment.

Then without hesitation, Sam rolled off her. Lying on his back beside her, Sam stared up at the popcorn ceiling. Taking deep breathes; he cooled the heating inside him from their kiss.

Haley stared at him silently. Watching as fear and uncertainty pooled in her gaze. Had she ruined it? Had she hurt him? Haley's mind was running with questions, dying to know his thoughts.

Back down to earth, Sam turned back to Haley. Wide, sum beam smile filled his face for her. Without awkwardness, Sam outstretched his arm for her. "Come here." He spoke softly, with an inviting tilt to his head.

Seeing the warmth in his eyes, warmth like home, Haley surrendered. Caving, she scooted into his arms. Snuggling her face against his chest as his arm wrapped around her.

Sam didn't say a word about the kiss as if he understood her unspoken feelings.

Clinging close to Sam, Haley counted her blessing. How she had ever become so lucky to have him, she'd never know. Lying here in this blissful moment, Haley knew one thing for certain… She had been chasing the wrong brother for far too long.

How she'd be soothed, how she'd be saved if he could seeShe needs to be held in his arms to be freeBut everything happens for reasons that she will never understand'til she knows the heart of a woman will never be found in the arms of a man

"Rinse Him" Vanessa Carlton