(Oh god, ch10. Don't hate me. This has been planned from the beginning and everything will work out. Remember if you kill me you won't find out how it works out. There are some parts you guys have been waiting for and some parts you guys should have been dreading. I am so nervous I'm going to loose reviewers over this, but it's how everything has to happen. Um, I love you. Flames for this chapter are welcomed. Reviews = love.)
Disclaimer: If I owned either, obviously, there would be more angst. But I don't.
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Life at Home
Ch 10 – When Everything Changes
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It was the next morning, Friday morning to be exact, and Dean was on his way to confront Haley. He was up nice and early in hopes of getting to see her before she left for work. He also couldn't sleep. Visions' of Haley and Nathan were invading his head. He couldn't believe that Haley cheated on him. It was so out of character that he refused to believe it, couldn't believe it. There had to be some kind of explanation. The only problem is that Dean had a little voice in his head screaming, "You will always be second best. She will always want Nathan more. She loves him!" Because that's how Haley made Dean feel. He knew it wasn't intentional, because he knew Haley hated to hurt people, but he just couldn't help how he felt.
He got right outside of Haley's apartment door before knocking. And then knocking again. When the door opened he felt like kicking a puppy. Or just Nathan Scott. Because there at the door was Nathan Scott, wearing only a pair of basketball shorts. Dean had to fight back the urge to punch his smirk right off of his face.
"Dean right?" Nathan questioned, pretending to care. He knew what the guy must think, and that actually made him happy. Maybe it would break him and Haley up. He knew he should want her to be happy. Especially now that he and Haley were friends. He mentally cringed at the word. He didn't want to be friends wither her. He wanted to be her husband again. Or at the very least her boyfriend. He wanted to be able to hold her, kiss her, and make love to her. He couldn't though. That was Dean's territory. So no, he wasn't going to play the good guy and set Dean straight. He could make an ass out of himself for all that Nathan cared.
"Yeah," Dean growled out through clenched teeth. "Is Haley here?" He questioned. The logical part of Dean's brain was screaming at him to not jump to conclusions. That sleeping with her ex-husband and cheating on Dean in the process is something Haley would never do. The emotional part of his brain was a different story. It was screaming at him that she cheated on him. That she didn't care about him. And that Nathan Scott needed punched in the face. Hard.
"Haley!" Nathan called. "The doors for you!"
"Really?" Haley walked out of her bedroom and started walking towards the door. "I never would have guess that since I'm the one who lives here," came her sarcastic reply. She was then beside Nathan and saw Dean at the door. Only thing was he looked pissed off. She figured it was due to seeing Nathan. She needed to have a long hard talk with Dean. "Hey, Baby!" She greeted cheerfully. Nathan's chest caught her eye and they nearly bulged out of their sockets. She averted her eyes quickly. "Why are you shirtless!?" She cried in alarm. It wasn't that he didn't have a nice body, because he did, but she only wanted to see Dean shirtless. She only wanted Dean.
"Like you don't know," Dean scoffed. The emotional part of him took over and he just wanted to hurt her like she was hurting him.
"What?" Haley asked with a laugh. Nathan just smirked; he couldn't wait for the show.
"Come on, Haley. He probably just forgot to put back on his shirt after you guys were done," Dean said snidely.
"Done with what? Dean, come on. Tell me what you're talking about." She reached out for him, but he backed up. "Dean!" She exclaimed with hurt and confusion lacing her voice.
"This is not worth my sanity," Dean stated before turning and walking away. Was she playing games with him or something!? How could she not know what he was talking about!? It was obvious what was going on. Haley had followed him while Nathan stayed by the door to her apartment. Haley grabbed Dean's arm and he turned around quickly and jerked his arm from her grasp.
"Dean," her small voice pleaded.
"Am I supposed to be ok with this, Haley!?" Dean finally exploded.
"With what?" Haley questioned, frustrated.
"With you and Nathan. With him coming back into your life and you hooking up with him," Dean said in a dangerously low voice and Haley finally got it. He thought she was cheating on him. She scoffed, but Dean just ignored her. "I am not going to sit by as you cheat on me with that…" she cut him off.
"I didn't cheat on you!" She all but screamed.
"Really?" He scoffed and she nodded her head. "Then why was Nathan in your house? Shirtless even. At what, six in the goddamned morning!" He started walking away again.
"God, would you let me explain!? He needed a place to crash and I gave it to him. He slept on the couch! Dean I'm with you because I want to be. I don't want Nathan I want you!" Haley explained, completely frustrated. "But if you can't see that and yell at me for things I didn't do, maybe you should just go!" She yelled.
"Maybe I will," Dean threatened. Deep down he believe Haley. He was just so angry. At Nathan, at her, at himself, and at the whole situation. Dean thought; Nathan never should have returned, Haley should have never let him in her house, he shouldn't be acting like this, and this situation shouldn't even be happening.
"Just leave," Haley ordered as she stormed back into her apartment. They both thought the same thing "What did I just do?!"
As soon as Haley got back into her apartment the tears were released. Nathan wrapped her up in his strong arms. She didn't want his comfort though. This was all happening because of him!
"Don't touch me! Nathan, let go!" She ordered while hitting his chest, the tears running freely. Nathan just tightened his hold. He wanted that argument to happen, he did, but he didn't think it through. He didn't think Haley would be that hurt. He never wanted to be that hurt. He never wanted to see her that hurt. That's when Nathan realized something. Haley was in love with Dean. Realizing that hurt Nathan a lot because that's when he realized he had little to no chance with Haley. He would still carry on with his plan though. Be her friend for a while; be close to her, all the while convincing her they could work out. Because Nathan believed they could. Eventually Haley gave in and Nathan held her as she cried. Ten minutes later she pulled away, realizing she might be late for work.
"Haley?" Nathan asked, concerned when she pulled away and started wiping her face. Getting rid of her tears.
"I'm fine," she answered quickly, not believing a word that was coming out of her own mouth. "I'm going to be late for work though," she said, chuckling dryly.
"You could always call in sick," Nathan suggested, wanting more time with her. Well, could you blame him? He loved the girl!
"No, I need to get my mind off of things," she said thoughtfully. She headed into the bathroom to fix her appearance. She cringed when she saw herself reflected in the mirror. Her blue button down shirt was wrinkled from being held by Nathan, her make up was running, and her eyes were red from crying. She looked like a mess. She started washing her face. Nathan had followed her into the bathroom to finish talking to her. There were some things he needed to say.
"You're in love with him, aren't you?" Nathan questioned with his voice breaking at the end of the sentence. Haley froze and didn't say anything. "Hales, it's ok if you are. Just…tell me," he requested, looking away from her.
"Yeah, I am," she said softly and started drying her face off.
"Do you…love him more than me?" It was like he was a masochist. He knew her words might hurt him deeply, but he needed to know the answer.
"Nathan," she started to protest, turning around quickly to look at him. He looked like the same devastatingly handsome Nathan she had known and loved in high school, except for the pain that was clear in his eyes.
"I need to know, Hales," he pleaded with her and she nodded once. She turned to put back on her make up, because she was seriously going to be late.
"I love him as much as I loved you in high school and many years after, Nathan. I loved you so much, but then I started to go out with Dean because I needed to move on. And I did. Not completely, but I don't think I will ever completely move on from what we had. And frankly I don't want to. But yeah, I love him more than you now. As much as you then, but more than you now. And I'm sorry if that hurts you, but it's the truth," she said honestly and finished her make up. She took off her over shirt, leaving her in a tank top, and put on a different button up shirt.
Nathan felt his already broken heart breaking again, but appreciated her honesty. "Thank you, for telling me that," Nathan said quietly.
"You're welcome?" She answered unsurely with confusion lacing her voice.
"I needed to know if I had a chance with you. I obviously don't. I just…I want you to be happy, Hales," he told her honestly. He walked over to her and cupped her face in his hands.
"I want that for you too," she said breathlessly. Being that close to him was messing with her mind. She loved Dean and wanted him, but she still loved Nathan. Just not as much.
"I'm going to go and check into a hotel or just stay with Lucas," Nathan told her, detangling himself from her.
"You don't have to," she said automatically and Nathan chuckled halfheartedly.
"I do. I don't want to cause anymore problems between you two. That fight was pretty bad," he said and while he was trying to be noble and good, he couldn't stop the laugh that escaped his lips. Haley glared at him for the laugh and he just smirked. "I'm not going to pretend that it didn't make me happy you two fought over me, but I hate seeing you sad."
"He thinks I cheated on him," Haley whispered, completely hurt. Did Dean honestly think she was the cheating type? Did he think that little of her?
"Do you blame him?" Nathan chuckled and Haley started at him in confusion. "I, your ex husband, stayed the night and opened the door shirtless. It did look pretty suspicious Haley," Nathan told her logically.
"But I'm not the cheating type! He should know that!" Haley exploded in frustration. Why was Nathan taking Dean's side? He was supposed to be taking hers!
"Just go to work and calm down. Talk to him afterwards. Explain things," Nathan suggested calmly. He just wanted Haley to be happy and if Dean made her happy then so be it. Though he still was going to work on getting her to leave Dean.
"When did you get so smart and logical?" She asked teasingly. They both laughed for awhile.
"I had a great tutor in high school. She must have rubbed off on me."
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At the house that Lucas and Lindsey were living in, Lindsey just woke up to find Lucas' side of the bed empty. She didn't hear the water in the bathroom running so she figured he wasn't in there. She walked into the kitchen to find him sitting at the table.
"Hey, Baby. What are you doing up this early?" She questioned. She walked over at sat beside him at the table. He turned and looked at her with his blue eyes that made her heart skip beats. She really loved him so much.
"I don't want to end up like Haley," Lucas told her before getting out of his chair and down on one knee. She gasped when he pulled out a box with an engagement ring in it.
"What do you me…mean," she stuttered out, staring at the ring with wide eyes.
"I don't want to not spend the rest of my life the person I love all because of a mistake. I want to marry you, Lindsey. I want you. I don't care if Peyton's back and I know you've been having problems with that, but I don't love her. I love you and I want you to be my wife. So, will you marry me?" Lucas questioned nervously. The last time he had done this it didn't turn out too well. He was partially lying in his speech though. He loved Peyton and he would always love Peyton, but he was with Lindsey. He loved Lindsey and she was there for him when Peyton wasn't. He just really hoped she said yes. Lindsey had one hand covering her mouth and her eyes were wide, but she started nodding her head franticly. Up and Down. Up and down. She said yes! Lucas slipped the ring on her finger and then kissed her passionately. They were engaged.
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Haley had completely calmed down by the time she got home after work. She just wanted, no, needed to explain things to Dean. She needed him to not think the worst of him. She needed him to not be angry with her. She needed him to be with her. She needed to tell him she loved him. She just needed him most of all. She grabbed her house phone and dialed the familiar number. It rang three times before he answered it.
"Hales?" He questioned, his voice sounding nervous. He didn't know why she would be calling him. He was a complete ass to her. He just hoped she wasn't calling to break up with him. That would be bad.
"Baby," she breathed over the phone with a smile on her face. He grinned, happy to hear she wasn't screaming at him. "Can you come over?" She asked.
"Why?" He asked, once again on edge.
"I just need to talk to you," she explains.
"I'll be right over," he said and then hung up. They were both worried what would come of the upcoming talk. Good, they should have been. It ends in disaster.
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Brooke and Sam were making out on her bed like a couple of horny teenagers. They both brought that out in the other. They had a friends with benefits relationship going on. Some would call it juvenile, but it was what they needed at the time they started it. Sam was still reeling from Jessica dying and Brooke didn't think she could trust anyone.
Brooke startled Sam and took off her shirt, leaving her in a bra only. He looked at her and realized how much he liked her. Really liked her, not just sex with her. He wanted a relationship with her.
"Brooke," Sam started and Brooke leaned down to kiss his neck. All clear thoughts almost went straight out of her head. Almost, but not quite. "Brooke stop," he ordered. She leaned up and tilted her head.
"Why?" She questioned, confused.
"I wanted to talk to you about something. So please put on your shirt," he told her. He couldn't very well concentrate with her half naked above him. She rolled off of him and put her shirt back on.
"Better?" She questioned with a smile. She was curious why he wanted her to put clothes on. It didn't make any sense. Then again he made no sense to her. She liked that about her. Guys never really threw her off at all, but Sam Winchester did. She liked that a lot.
"Yeah, um, Brooke. This thing between us has been great and all, but it's not really my style," Sam started and Brooke's face paled. He was going to end the thing between them! "I want a relationship with you Brooke, not just sex." Her eyes widened. That was not what she was expecting.
"You want to be a couple?" She asked hesitantly.
"Yeah," he breathed. "Brooke, I know you're worried about getting hurt, but I'm not Lucas. You're the first girl I've really seen since Jessica and I want to have something with you. I want to be with you," he told her sincerely and she had to smile at that. She leaned up and kissed him softly.
"I want that too," she told him.
"So we're a couple?" He asked with a smile.
"We're a couple," she confirmed and went back to their previous activities.
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Haley was sitting on her couch nervously when Dean knocked on her door. She opened it and ushered him inside wordlessly. They both sat down on her couch, on opposite ends, and didn't say anything.
"I didn't sleep with Nathan," Haley blurted out. She was tired of the awkwardness between them and just wanted to be Haley and Dean again. No more fighting, please. She wanted everything out in the open. "I wouldn't do that and it hurts that you think I would, but I can understand why. I mean it did look…" Dean interrupted her before she could ramble too much. Although he did think her ranting was cute.
"I don't care how it looks," Dean started. Haley took his words the wrong way and frowned though. He scooted over on the couch and held her hands in his. "I knew that you wouldn't cheat on me and I should have never accused you of it. I was an ass," he said softly and she smiled.
"I'm sorry," Haley said just as softly.
"Don't be," Dean said huskily and kissed her. When his tongue traced her mouth she pulled away from him. "Hales," he whined and she laughed.
"I wasn't done," Haley told him and he nodded for her to continue. "Nathan is going to either stay in a hotel or with Lucas." A smirk made it's way to his face and Haley just rolled her eyes.
"You didn't have to ask him to leave," Dean told her, feeling like he had to. He was happy the punk was gone though. He had his girl all to himself again.
"I didn't. He left to make things easier on us. He felt really bad over the fight we had," Haley informed Dean. She wanted Dean to see that Nathan wasn't the bad guy.
"I'm sure he did," Dean scoffed. He thought Nathan was just playing Haley. Trying to be the good guy, and show Dean as the bad guy.
"Well, maybe he just felt sorry it upset me," Haley corrected herself. Dean stared at her with his penetrating gaze. He got upset at her words. Because he was an ass she was upset and her ex-husband had to comfort her. He never felt more like a jack ass in his life.
"I'm sorry," he said as he stared into her eyes.
"Dean Winchester apologizing? Wow. I'm shocked," Haley teased softly, trying to break the mood. She still had more to tell him, but he was making her want to forget about everything else and have her way with him.
"Shut up," he ordered and then he captured her lips with his. Haley always felt an intense passion when she was kissing Dean, but with that kiss she realized she was ready. She was absolutely ready to give all of herself to him. She was ready to make love to him. But she still had more to say and she didn't want her first time with him to be on her couch. She pulled apart yet again and Dean groaned. Why wouldn't she just make out with him?
"I had more to say, Dean," Haley said with a laugh.
"Then hurry up and say it so I can kiss you," he requested with mischief in his eyes.
"Aye, aye Captain," she said with a mock salute and he laughed.
"My girl is one of a kind," he said with adoration clear in his eyes.
"That she is," she confirmed. "Dean, I haven't been fair to you lately," Haley started. She wrapped her hands around the back on his neck and played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Haley," he started to protest, but she shook her head.
"No. I haven't been. With Nathan coming back and everything, you probably feel like second best. Do you?" She questioned, dreading the answer.
"A little," he said gruffly, hating the chick flick moment he was enduring. Haley was worth it though.
"I don't blame you. But you have to know, Dean. I want you. Only you. I don't want Nathan anymore and I don't care how many times I have to tell this to you. I will as many times as I have to," Haley told him honestly.
"I think I'm falling in love with you, Haley James." It slipped out before he could say it and he didn't regret it one bit after he saw the blinding smile on his face.
"I know I'm in love with you, Dean Winchester," she told him and it took two seconds for his lips to be on hers again. This time it was Dean who broke away from the passionate kiss and Haley who groaned.
"Do you have anything else to say or am I free to make out with you?" He asking teasingly, but with a husky tone. Haley smirked. She wasn't sure if she picked the smirking up from Nathan or Dean, but she wanted the later too much to ponder it.
"Yeah, I have one more thing to say," Haley started and Dean groaned.
"Can't it wait?"
"Nope," she said, complete with popping the 'p'. She stood up and held her hand out to Dean. He just started at her. "I'm ready Dean. I said I want you and I want to be with you. I love you and I want to sleep with you," Haley told him with a giggle. Dean was up in three seconds flat.
"You're ready?" He questioned hopefully. She leaned up and kissed him.
Up against his lips she muttered "I'm ready." He grinned as she led him to her bedroom. She pushed him down on her bed first and stratled him. Their lips moved against each others in a perfect sync neither had ever felt before. They knew this would be the best sexual experience either had ever had. We all know what happened next.
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Dean was riding in the Impala with Sam in the passenger seat. They were headed back to Tree Hill. They had been hunting the yellow eyed bastard who killed their mother and Jessica and they finally killed it. They finally got revenge and the first place they wanted to go to was Tree Hill. Sam wanted to see his kind-of-girlfriend Brooke and Dean wanted to see Haley. The only woman he had ever loved. As if sensing he was thinking of her Haley's ring tone starting echoing throughout the car. It was some chick song she had put it on the last time he visited. Which was too long ago. He answered the phone before Sam could laugh anymore at his ring tone.
"I hate that damn ring tone," he answered the phone knowing it was her. Her musical laugh rang in his ears. God, he missed her.
"I love you," she answered back in a breathy tone. God, he loved her.
"Me too, baby," he breathed back. He still hadn't said the words, but she knew she felt them.
"How long until your back?" She asked impatiently. He had called her as soon as that son of a bitch was dead and told her he was coming home. Because wherever she was, was his home.
"About an hour," he answered after looking at the road signs.
"I can't wait," she said wistfully.
"Me either." Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. What had happened to the womanizing Dean Winchester? Oh yeah, Haley James soon to be Winchester. It had been two years since they met and fell in love. They had seen each other off and on, usually more off. But they were still completely in love. Even if Dean wouldn't say it.
"You know when you get here the first thing you should do when you get into town is drop Sam off," she said.
"Really and why is that?" He asked with a smirk and even though she couldn't see it he knew that she knew it was there.
"'Cause I have a surprise for you and it involves me in very little clothing, something red I got from Victoria Secret. I'll be waiting on my bed for you and…" Haley was cut off by Sam's panic voice.
"Dean! Watch where you're fucking going!" Sam yelled when his brother ran into the other lane.
"Sorry Man," he muttered quickly.
"Baby! What happened?" Haley asked worriedly.
"You're going to be the death of me Haley James," Dean said with a chuckle and Sam made gagging noises.
"Haley James Winchester in a couple of months," she reminded him.
"I can't wait. Baby, I gotta go so you don't kill me. I'll see you at home," Dean promised her.
"In my room," Haley reminded and then hung up. Dean pushed on the accelerator to get home even sooner.
"DEAN!" Sam yelled.
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When Dean pulled up in front of his and Haley's house he jumped out of the car and ran to the house. He nearly ripped the door of its hinges. He had missed his girl and he just wanted her. He didn't think there would ever be a time when he didn't want her though. He sprinted up the stairs and ran into his and Haley's bedroom. After a year of being with her he 'moved in' for when he was actually in town. Haley then bought an actual house and shortly after that Dean proposed to her. So yeah, he was running up the stairs in his and her house. When he got into their room he didn't see Haley on the bed. Hmm, she said she would be on the bed. He couldn't find her and the lights were off. He went over and turned on the light. As he walked towards the bathroom to check in there something wet hit his face. He rubbed it off and saw it was blood. He looked up and saw Haley pinned and bleeding on the ceiling. Just like his mother and just like Jessica. He screamed her name and she caught on fire. Just then he saw yellow eyes and he ran towards them.
"You're dead! I killed you!" He screamed at the Yellow Eyed Demon who was smirking at him. The demon pined Dean up against the wall and the fire on Haley spread, catching the rest of the room on fire. He looked up and saw she was gone. A sob tore its way through his chest.
"You will never kill me, Dean," he said in a dangerous tone. "And everyone you know and love will die, just because they know you. She will die because of you," he vowed before he let Dean go and disappeared. The fire caught onto Dean and he screamed as he burned. Then he was on the ground in a dark room. He couldn't see anything. That was until a he saw a blinding light. It was so white and all of a sudden it was in front of him. It took a minute to realize the light was a person and that person was Haley.
"Hales!" He exclaimed as he grabbed her and hugged her tight. She didn't hug him back though. He didn't think much about it though, just needing her near him.
"It's your fault," she whispered in his ear.
"What?" He questioned as he pulled back. He watched her face transform from the beautiful perfection that it was before and into a horrific mess. Burns were appearing onto her face. Blood gushing out of cuts that were appearing. He had to look away.
"This is your fault," she whispered again grabbing his face and forcing him to look at him. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" She screamed. He backed up trying to get away.
"No, no, no, no…"
"I'M DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU! I WOULD BE ALIVE IF I NEVER MET YOU! IT'S YOUR FAULT!" She screamed. Burns were appearing all over her body. He was watching her transform into death.
"NO!"
Dean woke up in a cold sweat. It was a dream. It was just a dream. He looked over to his side and saw his girlfriend. She was naked except for a thin white sheet covering her. He would had probably drooled over her, but he couldn't get that dream out of his mind. She died because of him and then blamed him. Rightfully so. He hated that he had that dream right after the most amazing experience of his life. But he did and he couldn't deny it. What was he thinking getting involved with her? Look at Jessica. The only reason she died was because of Sam. The same could happen to Haley. He couldn't handle that. There was no denying the fact he loved her. He hadn't told her yet, but he did love her.
She shouldn't be in love with him though. She deserved someone good. Someone who didn't kill for a living. She deserved more than him and she didn't deserve to die because of him. He was leaving in a month anyways. The beginning of the dream was amazing. He wanted that with her, he did, but he dreaded the ending. He couldn't be the reason she died. If it took leaving her then he would.
He got out of bed quietly. Haley groaned at the loss of his warmth, but just rolled over onto his side. He grabbed his stuff, headed to his Impala. He would go get Sam and leave. Never to come back. He refused to be the reason she died. He refused.
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(Don't kill me. I'll try to update soon, if I'm still alive after this. Questions:
Do you watch any reality TV? Like American Idol or anything like that? I watch Dancing with the Stars and American Idol.
Do you paint your fingernail/toenails? Wow, random much? I paint both. Usually black.
What's your dream car? If you have one. Mines a black 1969 Mustang. It's yummy.
Um, review? And don't kill me!)