A/N: I do not own One Tree Hill/Supernatural/or White Horse by Taylor Swift.

"Peyton." He screamed her name, wanting her to turn around so she might just listen to him. He wasn't surprised when he watched her curls continue bouncing with not so much as flinch when he spoke.

"It doesn't matter anymore." She said as she closed the door to her Comet. She was mad as hell at the man who held her heart, but she would never take that out on her car. That was one of the many things about the woman before him that he fell in love with.

He cracked a smile at the care she took in her car, only to watch her eyes narrow in his direction. "I'm sorry, Peyton." He placed a hand on her window only to watch it slide down her car as she drove off.

"You know what, I told you when we started this that it could never be normal." He screamed hoping she heard him, but knowing she hadn't. He kicked the gravel with all his might, and when he saw one of the pebbles graze his bumper he nearly cried. It wasn't just for his car, it was for her. He loved her; that wasn't something that was easy for him. Early on in his adulthood he had learned that a normal relationship wasn't in his grasp. He had taken to one night stands, and quite frankly, he was fine with that.

He sat behind the wheel of his black impala and gripped tightly, counting his breaths. He never imagined feeling this much pain over a woman. He was supposed to be tough; Dean Winchester was not supposed to cry, and definitely not over a woman, not over Peyton Sawyer.

Say you're sorry
That face of an angel
Comes out just when you need it to
And I paced back and forth all this time
Cause I honestly believed in you
Holding on
And days drag on
Stupid girl,
I should have known, I should have known

"I'm Dean and this must be heaven." He flashed a grin in her direction as he took the bar stool beside her. He could tell she wasn't there looking for love, she wasn't even there to have a good time; she was there to forget. Her hair was put up in a messy bun, she had an old Zeppelin tee-shirt, and jeans; and he thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She had been hit on her fair share in during her three years in LA, and the pick-up lines were never unique or clever. The guys, much like this she thought, were always overly confident. Sure he was good-looking with his tan skin, cocky smile, and his heavenly eyes, but she could tell he did this a lot by the ease with which he sat down. "Funny." She said while finishing her glass of the clear liquid. "Most men say this must hell because I'm so smokin'." She laughed sarcastically remembering once when Lucas had punched a guy for that very statement.

"You sure think a lot of yourself there, don't you? I never said this was heaven because of you. I said that because of her." He pointed to the brunette behind her, hoping to make her jealous. Maybe if she thought she had competition, she wouldn't hesitate to make him happy.

"Whatever." She rose and walked a couple of stools over, but he quickly followed.

"I was joking. I was referring to myself, there was a mirror behind the liquor." He grinned again, and then glanced at the mirror and winked at himself. "I am smokin' but this definitely isn't hell. They don't have women who look like you in hell. Trust me, I know." He said as he motioned the bartender to bring her another glass of what she was drinking.

"Look, I'm not really looking for a relationship. So you might want to try with the brunette over there." She motioned to the same woman as before.

"Who said I am. Baby, you can use me and lose me. I don't promise any white horses or sunsets, just a few big 'oh's and a night you won't forget." Damn, why did he have to be so hot, she thought.

"Fine, buy me a few more drinks, and we'll work something out." Sure she had never been the kind to have a one night stand, she had always felt that sex meant more than that, but that was before. That was before Lucas ran crawling to Brooke, the night after he proposed to her. Maybe it was time for her to live a more carefree life, and why not do that with a gorgeous willing man..

"Nice shirt, by the way, can't wait to see what's underneath." He winked. That night she showed him a thing or two, surprising even herself with her newfound sexuality.

That was six months ago. Six months of happiness, six months of hot sex, six months of a normal life. But now he had to go back to hunting, he couldn't pretend to be a normal guy for her anymore. Eight months ago, he was in hell, literally, and he made it out. Two weeks ago, he found out how he made it out, and the angel who helped him escaped had a purpose for him. Dean Winchester had a purpose for life, a reason beyond revenge for his mother's death to fight for, but it meant he had to leave the woman who had made his whole life change, and let's just say, she wasn't taking it very well.

That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale
I'm not the one you sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town,
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now it's too late for you
And your white horse, to come around

Peyton drove around the city, thinking about all of the good time she had with Dean. One in particular was the one where she finally let herself fall completely. He was helping her move in and he dropped a box that held many of her record.

She let a tear fall as she pulled her very first record out of the box in two pieces. She looked at him angrily as he sat down on the sofa unaware of the pain this caused her. It was her first record, and when music is your life, that means everything. That record was like a soundtrack to every single event that had happened in her life, it had been through them all.

"What, it's just a record. It's not your leg or something." He knew that it meant much to her than it would most people, but he was tired from helping her all day, and he wasn't very good at the caring part of the relationship yet.

"Yeah, how about I go outside and burn one of your cassettes." She spit at him with venom.

A worried look flashed across his face. "You wouldn't?"

She sighed knowing he was right. "You're right, I wouldn't because I know how much they mean to you." She took the record and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her so that he would get the picture.

The next morning he snuck out of the apartment, and returned before she woke up. He knocked on the door to the bedroom she had locked herself in the night before. She could see the black and white checker board pattern with big red letters, and before she could read it she knew he had just made up for everything they had fought about the day before. "Elvis Costello." She smiled as a tear formed in her eye.

"I was a jerk, and I know your copy got broken when I dropped your box yesterday." He said not wanting to show too much emotion. They had only been dating for a month, and he wasn't ready to show her how vulnerable she made him, even though she was already in deeper than she planned to be.

The record proved that he understood her, even if he didn't want to show it, and the expression in his hazel eyes told her how much he cared. "Thanks, it's perfect." She placed the record on the night table, before pulling him down on top of her and caressing his lips with her own.

Baby I was naive,
Got lost in your eyes
And never really had a chance
I had so many dreams
About you and me
Happy endings
Now I know

He arrived at the apartment to find her listening to her Elvis Costello record. She was staring out the window, and he was sad to see the tears he caused running down her face. "What are doing here? I thought we were over." She never broke her gaze at the city below, knowing that if she looked at him, she wouldn't be able to stay mad. If she lost the anger, the pain would take over.

"Peyton, I know you wanted more from this, but I told you when we started this, it couldn't be forever. I have to go back to work again, it's time." His voice was kind and he wanted her to know that everything they had shared wasn't a lie.

"Well, can't you do it here. What is it?" She asked lowly, closing her eyes as she did.

"I can't tell you, but no I can't do it here." He tried to touch her shoulder, but she leaned forward pressing her head against the glass.

"Don't touch me, you are practically a stranger. I mean, six months, and I don't know what the hell you do." Her voice escalated allowing him to see the pain their romance had caused. "I should have known better than to get involved with someone I barely knew. I thought that would be better than a friend, like I had tried before. But I was wrong. At least I never have to see you again. No white horses, no sunsets. Right?" she scoffed remembering their first night in the bar. "Get your stuff, and just leave, okay?"

Not wanting to hurt her anymore, he did just that, whispering a silent "I love you" as he shut the door behind him. She spent weeks sitting in the same spot after long days at work thinking about him. She just wanted him to walk back through the doors and say it was all a joke, he wouldn't leave her. But people always leave, right?

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale
I'm not the one you sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town,
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now it's too late for you
And your white horse, to come around

Two more years passed before Peyton Sawyer decided LA wasn't for her. It was time to go back to Tree Hill, time to face the ghosts of her hometown, but more importantly to leave the ghosts of LA and the memories of the man she loved.

She was loading grabbing the last box, looking at the empty apartment she was leaving behind. For the first time since Dean left, she had hope for a better tomorrow. That was until she heard the knock at the door, and she found him on the other side. "Dean" she whispered.

"Peyton, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left. I love you." He said with more emotion in his voice than he had ever used before. He knew he was crazy, two years had probably found her someone else to love, but he had to try.

"Two years, Dean, I'm sorry. I finally found the strength to move on. I'm going home to Tree Hill." She walked past him and down to her car, hoping she could avoid the heartache he cause her before if she just avoided falling back into his arms.

He followed her to find her shutting the door to her car with a tear falling down her cheek. "I'm sorry Peyton."

"I'm sorry too, Dean, white horses and sunsets weren't a part of our plan, remember?" She rolled her window back up, and watched him grow smaller as the distance between her and Tree Hill did too. She prayed she was doing the right thing, and that she would find her prince who would ride her off into the sunset on his white horse.

Here you are your sitting there
Begging for forgiveness, begging for me
Just like I always wanted but I'm sooo sorry

Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale
I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well
This is a big world, that was a small town
There in my rearview mirror disappearing now
Now it's too late for you and your white horse
Now it's too late for you and your white horse, to catch me now