Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or One Tree Hill
So this was just a spur of the moment right now. I was bored at Matt's house and this is what I did while he slept the day away.
This will be two parter.
I'm so glad so many people are liking my stories. Thank you all! It keeps up my motivation.
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"This is like every other night, Dean!" Haley yelled as she slammed the door to her house.
"What? I didn't do anything." He yelled right back walking into the kitchen.
"Yeah you're right, girls flirting with you and you flirting back is just fine." She threw her jacket on the table. "I'm sorry but I don't like it."
"First off I didn't do anything. She came over to me while I was getting a drink. Second, yeah I talked to her but that was it." He threw his jacket on top of hers.
"Yes but it's the way you talk back to them Dean. I just..." She just shook her head and didn't finish her comment.
"You just what, Haley?"
"I'm just tired of dealing with this. I'm tired of going to bars every night and you coming home drunk." She ran a hand through her hair. "I can't do this anymore."
"Fine, you don't want to deal with this and with me I'll leave." He grabbed his jacket again.
"Dean-"
"No, Haley." He glared at her. "Don't say anything." And with that he walked out of the house.
Haley jumped as the door slammed shut. She clutched onto the chair infront of her as she shook with guilt. She didn't mean to freak out on him. It just came out that way. She had to find him and try to talk to him. She grabbed her jacket and threw it on. She snatched her keys and a followed the path he took. As she walked down the porch steps she found the impala gone and no trace of where he went. She started walking down the street not knowing where he would have went.
She pulled her jacket around her tighter as the wind picked up. It was gonna rain soon, she could tell. She came to Nathan's apartment and started to go up the steps. She was going to check everywhere for him. She pounded her knuckles on his wooden door. She squinted as the porch light fluttered on. She watched him open the door to the outside.
"Haley? What's up?" He asked.
"I'm sorry for coming here so late, but I was just wondering if you saw Dean." She gazed up at him.
"No, sorry."
"Oh." She ran a hand threw her hair. "Well thanks anyways." She went to walk away but his voice stopped her.
"Hales, what's going on?" He shut the door behind him and walked out to her.
She turned back around and sighed. "We got into this completely stupid fight," she jumped up on the railing. "and he walked out. So I'm trying to find him."
He leaned against the railing next to her. "Did you try calling him?"
"He won't pick up if he sees the number. I know from experience."
"Do you want me-"
"No. I don't want to get everyone involved in this. But thanks."
"Anytime." He watched as her eyes glazed over and her mind concentrated on something else. "Haley, are you ok?"
She blinked her eyes a couple of times to hold back the tears. "Yeah, I just want to find him." She pulled a fake smile onto her face. "Well I should get back to looking for him."
"Yeah, I'll call you if I see or know anything." He watched her jump down.
"Thanks, Nate." She gave him a hug.
"Always." He planted a kiss into her hair and let her go.
Haley waved goodbye and jogged down the stairs. She threw her hood over her hair as small drops of rain came down. Pulling the jacket around her small frame she listened closely, hoping she might here the sound of the impala. Nothing of the sort happen as she walked in a complete circle back to where she started. Seeing that the empty driveway almost made her want to crumble to the ground.
She unlocked the front door and let the keys slip out of her hand onto the table next to the door. She leaned back against the closed door and let out a shaky breath. She glanced at the clock on the wall, noticing she had been out there for two hours. She walked through the living room and up the stairs to her bedroom. As she flicked on the light she noticed things missing. She ran to the dresser and tore open the drawer. All of his things were missing.
Her hands began to shake and her eyes began to water. She searched the room with her eyes and saw a single piece of paper on the bed. She ran over to it and looked at the writing.
'Always.'
That's all it said. It was his writing, she knew it. She slide to the ground and started to cry. He left her. He actully left her.
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it was short I know, but the next part is going to be super long. Trust me.
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