Note: This is the next and final part to my Saley story, "It Doesn't Matter What I Want". There will be multiple chapters as with the others, but this is rounding off the end of this story. If theres any questions, just ask.

There's Goes My Life

Welcome to the planet, Welcome to existence

Everyone's here, Everyone's here, Everybody's watching you now

Everybody waits for you now, What happens next?

What happens next?

There's moments in your life that take you by storm. Days that start out sunny and blue until the wind rustles up, and clouds, dark and looming move in. There's moments that blindside you like being hit by a speeding car. You never see them coming until they've found you and held you captive in the terror of their grip. Those moments forecast a change forever. Leaving an irremovable imprint that lingers long after the moment has passed. Always lurking in the back of your mind as a moment that ultimately defines who you are and who you will become. Haley didn't realize she was going to have one of those moments until a reality she couldn't deny any longer became unmistakably true.

Sam charged into the motel room, slamming the door behind him, an urgency deep and pounding in his heart to locate Haley. She had never taken off, hidden from him before, but today all the rules would be broken. His oversized feet stopped abruptly in the entry as he spotted her waiting for him inside.

Seated quietly at the end of a bed, she never acknowledged his arrival, only fueling the flames fanning inside Sam. He jumped right to it, releasing the charged up frustrations that had been building all day.

"Where have you been?" He interrogated her, agitation thickening his already deep voice. When Haley didn't move in her spot, let alone look over at him, Sam grew angry. "Leave before I wake up, ditch school, what's gotten into you?" Sam ranted, frustration squaring his tense shoulders.

With the vibrations of his voice reaching her, finally Haley glanced over at him with tear stained eyes. Her honey orbs fixed on Sam, but her lips stayed mute. Her orbs were swollen, cheeks flushed. Trembling where she sat, Haley wanted to call to him, but she couldn't bring herself to speak.

Her appearance startled Sam when he finally got a good look at her. He hadn't seen Haley look this devastated since her dad died, and instantly he went to her. Moving to her, Sam felt all his agitation slip out his toes as a deep un-abiding fear took it's place.

Kneeling down in front of her on the dingy carpet, cupping her face delicately in his hands, Sam met Haley's eyes, fear building in his.

"What's wrong? What happened?" The worry was undeniable on his heavy breath.

Taking a deep breath, Haley willed her voice to life. "Come sit with me." She beckoned him, anguish pooling in her eyes as they stared lost into his.

Sam's gut tightened, as fear raced in his veins, this was bad news. He could feel it coming off her as strongly as the pounding of his heart.

Rising to his feet, Sam took a cautious seat beside her on the bed. Taking her hands in his as a show of support, Sam looked to Haley's puffy honey orbs for answers, even though inside he was terrified to hear them.

Seeing the trepidation thick in Sam's puppy dog eyes that hung so adamantly on her, Haley hated having to deliver this blow.

Licking her lips in preparation, Haley closed her eyes for a moment. A moment to gather the inner strength it took to tell him words she could hardly say. She didn't know how he would react to this news. She wasn't even sure how to say it. All she could do was hope he would understand. Taking a deep shuttered breath, Haley let it slip, because she knew if she waited any longer she'd loose her nerve.

Opening her mouth, two words slipped from Haley's lips. Slow and steady in a vibrating whisper, but powerful in their blow. The two hardest words she had ever had to say and in a lifetime of hard words shed that was saying a lot.

The corners of Sam's eyes twitched as he blinked rapidly with the impact of her words. Heart pounding out of control in his chest, his eyebrows furrowed deeply creating a canyon of a crease, as his breath became rapid and hard to catch.

Stunned and disabled as if just hit by an overpowering train, Sam stared at her numbly for several moments, unable to comprehend the weight of her words, unable to move.

His mind spinning as if he sucked in too much helium, his lips numbly moved. "Are you sure?" He questioned her with a weathered breath. His whiskey eyes locked on Haley's, begging for it to not be true even though the look in her eyes swore it him it was.

Tears filled the edges of her eyes to the pleading in his orbs, to the weakness on his breath. Closing her eyes, unable to watch it hit him. Unable to watch as it became as terrifyingly real to him as it was for her, Haley gave the final word. "Yes." She whispered off a thick shuttered breath before the stinging tears escaped from her closed orbs, and silently ran down her face.

Heart pounding, chest heaving, Sam reached out, and urgently pulled Haley into his arms as he watched her tears finally fall.

He was numb, but full of adrenaline as he held onto her tightly to his chest. In shock, Haley had just said the most frightening, life altering thing Sam had ever heard.

Dean charged into the motel room, trademark grin on his face. Swinging the door shut behind him, Dean announced his arrival.

"Where's the fire?" He teased, his joking nature in full force. "I just left a feisty little thing from the Deep South ready to give me some sweet southern comfort, and I don't mean the drink, so this better be good." He mused with a wicked tongue. Just as his words died out something caught Dean's eye, Haley was perched on the end of the bed, knees tucked under her chin, fear of god in her big doe eyes. But what scared Dean the most was the way her gaze darted from his as soon as she caught him looking at her. She hadn't done that since her shape shifter attack.

Rising slowly from his seat beside Haley on the bed, Sam nervously rung his hands, his pupil dilated and unfocused as it found his big brother.

"We gotta talk." Sam explained somberly with a heavy breath. When he called Dean last night, Sam had been vague on why he needed Dean to get there, but he made it clear it was urgent.

Taking in his little brother's dewy sensitive eyes, and Haley's trembling posture from the bed, Dean suddenly got a bad feeling in his gut.

"What did you guys do?" He barked at Sam, instantly going on the offensive.

Running restless hands through his shaggy hair, Sam tried to prepare Dean.

"Maybe you should take a seat." He gestured toward the chair beside the cheap plywood table, giving his older brother eyes that pleaded for corporation.

Shaking his head no, Dean jumped in, impatience thick on his breath. "What did you do? Conjure a spirit? Run into something cursed? Use an Ouija board? What Sam, what did you two do?" Dean hollered with probing green eyes.

Staring at his big brother a few feet away, Sam scratched the back of his head as it shook lightly from side to side… Dean just didn't get it.

Dread consumed Sam's puppy eyes as he licked his lips, and unveiled the truth.

"Haley's pregnant." The words left a burn on his tongue. A shutter ran down Sam's spine as he heard the words come off his breath. Making them real in a really terrifying way he was hardly prepared for.

Dean's green eyes narrowed as his head cocked slightly to the side. He was just about to loose it before a sloppy grin covered Dean's face. A quick laugh left his chest.

"Very funny… that's a good one, Sammy, had me going." Dean laughed, as he pointed a finger at his little brother. "No really, what did you two crazy kids get into, monsters, spirits, demons? What are we looking at here, Sammy?" Crossing his arms to chest, Dean grew serious.

Swallowing hard, Sam stayed silent, staring at his brother while choking back tears burning to form. He wasn't going to repeat it again, once was hard enough.

Haley's eyes finally shot up from her fidgeting hands that battled around her knees. Tears stinging her eyes, a building tension in her chest, Haley prepared for all hell to break loose.

Getting no response, Dean looked from Sam to Haley. The fearful angst in Sammy's eyes, the tears in Haley's, Dean realized Sam was telling the truth.

Welcome to the fallout, Welcome to resistance

The tension is here, The tension is here

Between who you are and who you could be,

Between how it is, and how it should be

Pregnant, the word floated foreign and almost undefined for a moment in his shocked mind. Dean had never known the word in reference to his life directly. He was three when his parents told him his mom was pregnant with Sammy and had no conscious recollection of the moment. But Dean had enough knowledge to know it was a dreaded word, like herpes or gonorrhea. A word he had prayed would never come knocking on his door, but here it was beating him in the face in a way he never expected would find him.

The floor fell out from underneath him as Dean's heart began to pound, lungs tightened as anger rumbled up his gut.

"Stupid son of bitch." Heated words snarled off Dean's lips like fire. Something heated and enraged engulfed his veins as he lashed out to set it free.

Turning to the lamp on the dresser, Dean picked it up effortlessly in one hand, and threw it against the opposite wall. A loud noise erupted through the room as it shattered on impact.

Jumping from her seat on the edge of the bed, a scream left Haley's lips. Grabbing her heart as it raced out of control from fright.

"Calm down!" Sam ordered, stepping closer to Haley, trying to protect her. Especially now that she was carrying his unborn child and was as unnerved by the news as he was.

Heated emerald eyes shot to Sam with his words. Dean was seething as his younger brother came into view.

Stomping to him, Dean grabbed Sam by the collar of his flannel shirt, and slammed him against the nearest wall. Getting up in his face, Dean let Sam have it. "You idiot! We had a deal! How could you be so careless! Do you realize you just screwed up your whole life!" Dean yelled into Sam's face, his hot breath heavy on Sam's skin.

Jumping into action, Haley shot from her spot, racing to her boys. Grabbing hold of Dean's arm she tried to yank him away from Sam. "Let him go, Dean!" She screamed, her voice dry and desperate.

Taking a clear breath, Dean stared his baby brother down a moment longer to impress upon him how seriously he had messed up, then released him, taking a step back.

Running an agitated hand roughly over his face, Dean turned, and found himself face to face with Haley.

Tears streaming down her cheeks, as her overwhelmed body shook where she stood.

"It's my fault. I'm the one who's pregnant… Dean, I'm so scared." Haley crumbled in front of him with petrified broken eyes, unable to hold it in any longer, the weight of the world on her shoulders. She needed Dean now more than ever, and attacking Sam wasn't helping.

Watching Haley fall apart before his eyes, reveal the scared little girl she was, Dean's heart broke. He adored her beyond words. He cared for her in the deepest of ways. Seeing the devastation in her eyes, the need for his support, Dean's caved.

Stepping to her, Dean pulled Haley against his chest, wrapping strong arms around her as he felt her cry harder with the embrace. "I got you. It's gonna be ok." He soothed quietly into her locks as he gently stroked her hair. While deep in his heart, Dean wasn't sure it was ever going to be ok again.

His eyes darted to his little brother still leaning against the wall he had been pushed into. Overwhelming guilt and fear swallowing his puppy dog eyes. Dean's heart filled with remorse for his actions instantly upon the sight. "I'm sorry Sammy. This isn't just on you… We'll fix it… I'll fix it." Dean reached out for his baby brother who looked like he had just brought upon the end of the world. Sam's eyes held his big brother's as if it was his only prayer on this dark night, as Dean squeezed his shoulder with support, and in that moment everyone knew nothing would ever be the same again.

I dare you to move, I dare you to move

I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor,

I dare you to move, I dare you to move,

Like today never happened, Today never happened before

"Dare You To Move" Switchfoot

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