I'll be seeing you.
Rating: 16+ I will give it.
Couples: Dean/Haley, Peyton/Lucas, Sam/Brooke. Some Nathan/Haley and a tiny amount of Brooke/Lucas at the start not big romance though.
Disclaimer: None of the characters in One tree hill or Supernatural are mine.
Authors note: Okay so last week I am on my period and my boyfriend was being a idiot so I went into chocolate and sad movies mode. I watched 'The Notebook', 'P.S I love you' & 'Pearl Harbour.' Also my favourite ever movie is 'Saving Private Ryan.' So I put all the ideas and a few of my own together and began writing this. I love the whole era of the forties so am enjoying writing this. I don't even care if it sucks, I love it so far. It maybe also sad at the beginning but trust me at the end of it you'll be happy.
My friend Jill made an art for this, it's at.. img./albums/v224/janeyjenny/Untitled-6-1.jpg
Chapter one.
Haley James held the old white t-shirt in her hands she'd found it in his truck under the seat, it was dirty had oil marks over it but that didn't bother her. Haley held it to her face and breathed in the scent of him. It was a familiar smell, one that she adored. It made Haley feel as if he was there for a moment, as if he was holding her in his arms. Then Haley couldn't smell him anymore, the smell had faded and the faint smell of oil filled her nostrils. The big knot in her stomach pulled tighter, and the lump in her throat got bigger. Haley got up from off the wooden floor of her bedroom and promptly walked to the bathroom, she stared in the mirror that hung above the sink. She looked a mess, red puffy eyes, hair brown hair was messy and hadn't been washed in a week. Haley didn't recognize the woman staring back at her. For a moment she saw his reflection behind her from the bedroom, his smiling face staring at her lovingly. But the moment she blinked he was gone. Haley felt her knees weaken and she fell to the bathroom floor, she with one hand pulled up the toilet seat as she felt the taste of sick in her throat next thing she knew she was vomiting into the toilet.
Dean Winchester was gone, he wasn't coming back. He was never going to hold Haley's hand as they walked through town. He was never going to kiss her lips again, or put his cold feet on her as they laid in bed together. He was never going to tease her or pick her up on his shoulder during a argument. He was gone and that was that.
Haley and Dean had been married three years before, they lead simple lives and had simple dreams but they loved each other so uncontrollably. They had planned to spend the rest of there lives together in Dean's dream home, Dean working on his truck and fishing while Haley would play piano and sit on the porch watching him. But fade had stepped in and took Dean away all to soon for anyone's liking. Three years previous Dean along with his three brothers Nathan, Lucas and Sammy had gone off to fight in world war two. Dean had died three years later on a beach in France, Haley didn't know how or why. She had just received letter from an official informing her that Dean had died honourably. They had been married three years and only spent four months of that together.
Haley wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her night gown that she'd been wearing for the past week with no change. As she walked out of the bathroom she still felt a little shaky, steadying herself on the dresser. Dean was only twenty five, he was far to young to die. Haley was angry, angry at god, angry at that damn war, angry at herself and at him. Haley had plans, they were going to grow old together and sit out on the dock out back drinking lemonade and watching their grandchildren play in the water. Those dreams were shattered. Haley walked down the wooden stairway holding tightly to the rail as she was to weak to do it without holding tightly. At the bottom of the stairs she had a choice turn left into the living room or turn right and head either to the dining room or walk down towards the kitchen. This was a tough decision for Haley, what way would Dean have gone? Never through the living room as Haley hated him stomping his dirty boots through there. Dean would have gone to the kitchen to find food or a beer, Haley smiled slightly picturing him shoving food in his mouth and flashing her a smile with a mouthful. Haley heard voice coming from the kitchen and she slowly wondered down towards it, again she glanced in the mirror on the wall. Surly no one would care that her eyes were red and puffy, what did they expect her husband, the love of her life had died. Haley wasn't crying now, the tears came mainly when she was alone and in bed. Haley didn't even care what she looked like, her lover, her soul mate was gone nothing else mattered.
"Haley sweetheart how are you doing?" Brooke Scott asked her.
Haley stared back for a moment at her beautiful twin sister who as always looked a picture of perfection, "Fine. What are you doing?" she asked sitting down at the big kitchen table as her legs were to weak to carry her anymore.
"Making you some food. Did I wake you banging around down here?" Brooke asked concerned for her sister, Brooke was there everyday for the past few weeks.
Haley shook her head, "No. I couldn't sleep anyway." she said quietly.
"I've moved in by the way. To Sam's room, John assured me it was okay." Brooke informed her sister as she began pouring some hot water from the stove into a cup.
Haley bit her lip and nodded, she didn't care either way, "I can't breath Brooke." she admitted putting a hand on her chest as the panic began.
Brooke sat quickly on the chair beside Haley and took the hand from her chest, "Yes you can."
"I miss him so much." Haley whispered as the salty tears flowed from her eyes.
Brooke put her arms around her sister, "I know Haley I am so sorry." she said holding her sister tightly trying to stop her own tears falling.
"Did he love me? I mean truthfully?" Haley asked through the tears.
Brooke smiled, "Oh my god he was so in love with you. Dean always said from that day he saw you sitting on the porch swing in that yellow dress he adored you."
Haley let out a sigh of relief, "I was so horrible to him that day." she said the tears starting to stop now.
Brooke wiped Haley's cheek with her own hand, "That's what made him love you even more. He said to me That Haley is quite a pistol. Never have I known two people so perfect for each other as you and Dean Winchester."
Haley smiled widely, "He was wonderful."
"It will get easier Haley. I promise you." Brooke assured Haley who she cradled like a baby.