Choking On Your Alibis
I'm coming out of my cage And I've been doing just fine
Got to, got to be down Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Sam and Haley's sophomore year began like most, with them mostly by themselves, caring for each other. As a pair they were all they had, at the rate they changed schools, friends were impossible. Sure dad and Dean were around, Dean most of all, but they were gone more often then not.
The change in Sam and Haley's friendship was kept secret with the distance. When dad and Dean were home, they pretended to have never shared kisses.
Still this new depth to their friendship complicated things. It stirred new emotions, like jealousy and needing. Emotions they tried to keep in under wraps. Emotions they tried to hide from the older members of their family. However sometimes teenagers can't help, but be teenagers.
Haley had been on his mind all day. Sam had always thought about her frequently, but lately she consumed all this thoughts. A mere glance from her eyes made his insides glow.
Standing before him, placing her book bag on the table, something about the way she moved seemed magical. Mesmerized by her beauty and its ability to blind him, Sam couldn't help, but softly touch her face with care. Before leaning in to touch her lips with his, and quiet the urge in his gut to kiss her.
His hands tangled in her silky locks, gently holding her face near, as he tasted her lips. Sweet like candy, plump and soft like clouds, Sam held the embrace eating up the way it made his insides tingle. Over the summer Sam had become addicted to Haley's kisses. He found himself thinking about them, wanting them, at the most inopportune times. She stirred new feelings inside him. Intoxicating feelings, he couldn't get enough of. Suddenly Sam was beginning to understand Dean and women, in a way he use to just mock his brother for prior to experiencing.
Haley's belly fluttered with butterflies as Sam held her near, kissing her gently. It amazed Haley how special it could make her feel; knowing Sam was crazy about her, knowing he longed for only her kiss. Part of Haley loved this new depth to their connection; part of her also feared it would destroy the bond they had held for many years, before he dared to touch her lips.
When the kissing lingered on, and Haley could sense Sam had no thoughts to stop anytime soon, she put the breaks on it herself.
Touching his shoulder, she pushed him back, and met his eyes, as they slowly opened.
"Ok, it's official, no more kissing today." She stated simply with the cutest of smiles. Setting a limit he wouldn't, as her sparkling chestnut eyes pinned him with her stare.
His big hand slipped from her hair to capture her cheek in his palm, as his thumb loved her skin with a stroke.
"Why?" Sam questioned her, still drunk off her kiss. His whiskey eyes fell to her swollen pout, and the urge rumbled up from his gut, too strong to ignore. Dropping his hands to her waist, Sam began to tickle Haley's sides; she squirmed and smiled with the attack. Before his lips fell back on hers with this unquenchable thirst.
Shoving him back again as their lips brushed, Haley's voice grew annoyed.
"Sam Winchester!" She reprimanded.
Sam's puppy dog eyes shot wide with innocence. "What? Don't you like kissing me?" His radiant smile hit her like a sunbeam, tugging on her heart strings.
A smile shot wide on Haley's face, as crimson splashed her cheeks. "Of course I do," She admitted, unable to deny it.
"But I don't want this to be all we do. I like doing other things with you too. You're my best friend, Sammy. I don't want that to change." Something deep in her chestnut eyes pleaded, revealing she was scared this new level they reached might make the old ones disappear.
The look in her eyes brought Sam to his senses. He didn't want to hurt her; he'd never want to hurt Haley. Sam had to remind himself he was older, and maybe she wasn't ready for all of this, not yet anyway.
"Ok," He nodded in agreement, same earth shattering grin upon his lips just for Haley, and the way she sparkled in his eyes.
Tucking a strand of her silky locks behind her ear, he sought out what she wanted.
"What do you want to do instead?" Sam asked, her wish his command.
This time Haley's smile shot extra wide, glowing light on her face with excitement.
"Let's take turns reading the next chapter to Anna Karenina." Reaching behind her back, Haley grabbed the book off the dresser with eager hands. With so much time on their hands, Haley had made it tradition they read the best that literature had to offer. Saying one day he'd thank her for it.
Sam's smile weakened, but endured, Tolstoy wasn't his favorite. In fact the man had him more confused than enlightened, but Haley loved it. So Sam would suck it up.
Nodding slowly Sam gave in, "Ok." He answered, before giving her supple cheek one more gentle touch.
They were lost in the moment when the motel door swung open suddenly.
"Everyone better be dressed." Dean announced his arrival with his trademark humor, as he strolled in. Not serious in any sense. Dean couldn't imagine ever finding them undressed together; Sam would be eating a fist sandwich if he did.
Dean spotted them easily, as they stood frozen by the dresser. For an instant, just an instant the impossible almost seemed possible.
Dean's piercing green eyes narrowed on Haley and Sam. One of Sam's hand's on her face, the other at her waist, as their eyes looked lost on each other. In that moment Dean suddenly, wasn't sure what they were up to, but all suspicions were suspended, as he watched Haley notice him, and charge his way.
"Dean!" She squealed, the excitement burst from her veins. Jumping on him, she wrapped tight arms around his neck, hugging him within an inch of his life. Always thankful beyond words when he returned. Knowing in the line of the work he held, there was always a risk he'd never come back.
A pained grunt slipped from Dean's lips with her assault, his body still weak from the beating he got on this hunt.
The noise pounded in Haley's skull, knowing instantly what it meant. Releasing from him quick, Haley dropped to her feet.
Her eyes shot up at him in concern, her chestnut orbs wide, and big with worry.
"Are you ok?" The question slipped from her nervous lips, as Haley's eyes scanned him for signs of injury. The cut on his cheekbone caught her attention right away.
"You're hurt," Haley's voice cracked with pain, as her hand reached up to lightly touch near his wound.
Seeing the fear filling her eyes, Dean was quick to reassure his little girl.
"It's just a scratch. I'm fine, just a little sore." He played down his injuries, protecting her the way he always did.
Haley could see the lie in his green eyes, but she also knew he wouldn't do it if he didn't care.
Haley grabbed the heavy duffle bag off his shoulder, taking a little of the weight off him, and carried it over to the corner of the room.
"Hey there Sammy," Dean chimed with a grin as his younger brother leaned in for a quick hug.
"Beat the hell out of you?" Sam questioned his big brother quietly with a swagger to his eyebrows, man to man.
A quick huffed laugh left Dean's chest, as he nodded. "Yeah, but we still got rid of it. So who's the bitch now?"
Now I'm falling asleep And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
Hours later they had settled in, all together as if they were a normal family. John sat at the table cleaning his guns after the hunt, planning his next move. Sam lay sprawled out on a bed, watching Braveheart on basic cable aimlessly. Dean sat on the floor at the base of the bed, Haley beside him, deeply engrossed in the movie's battle scenes.
Catching Haley's heart warming smile out of the corner of his eye, Dean couldn't resist. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her down across his lap. Attacking, he began tickling her sides mercilessly, enjoying having his little sunshine near by. Soaking up the way her laughter made the world seem bright again; her smiles filled him with warmth, needing that after the things he saw on a hunt.
Sam lay agitated on the mattress. Trying not to let his emotions get the better of him, but his jealousy just kept building in strength. Watching his older brother tickle Haley, knowing he brought that smile, and laughter to her face, bugged Sam. It didn't matter they had always played around like that, something about this time got on Sam's nerves. Maybe it was knowing Haley held hidden feelings for Dean that threw Sam over the edge but suddenly enough was enough.
Unable to hold his tongue another second, as her laughter echoed threw the room, Sam let it slip. "God, get a room already." He muttered under his breath.
The tickling session ended instantly with Sam's rude disruption. Both Haley and Dean pulled away and looked up at Sam with question in their eyes, confused by his unwarranted verbal assault.
Sam climbed from the bed in a huff. "Don't look at me like that. Everyone can see you like him, Haley. So fine, be together! I don't care!" Sam ranted, like the insecure, hormonal teen he was.
Everything stopped with Sam's outburst. Even John stilled his work to glance up at the kids squabble.
Haley rose from the ground, completely humiliated. Tears welled up in chestnut eyes, as she looked to Sam, her best friend who just betrayed her.
"How could you say that to me?" The disbelief thick on her breath, before the tears slipped from her hurt eyes, and Haley dashed out of the room.
Dean found his feet, as his head shook perplexed, not sure where that had come from in Sam. "Way to go, Sammy." Dean shot off sarcastically, before leaving to go check on Haley.
Author Note: Just wanted to clarify in case there was any confusion. There's nothing going on between Dean and Haley, not that way. She's 14, almost 15, and Dean's 19, almost 20. As much as jailbait could be tantalizing for a character like Dean, I think Haley's way too young for him. I think Dean's the kind of guy who likes a woman, who knows what she's doing, when she does it with him. Not a girl, who doesn't even know, what she doesn't know. But I will say, they're very special to each other and that's what I want to come through.
I also wanted to note... I do think Sam and Haley kiss a lot for their young age. But I took into consideration they grew up being raised mostly by flirty, Dean and non present, John. And Dean, well... Dean's never been a monk. Sam and Haley have never really seen a committed relationship. That's why they still call each other best friends, even though it's clearly crossed that line. Sam and Haley understand kissing and physical affection, thanks to witnessing Dean's many flings, but relationships they're sketchy on.
P.S. The Dean conflict will be resolved and wrapped up by next chapter.
