A/N: Sorry for the really late update, I've been really busy with school. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Especially Caleb, your review made me feel a lot better and it really made my day. Everyone's reviews is what keeps me wanting to write more :) So I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. And as always I don't own Supernatural, I only own Haley.

The Damage in Your Heart

Chapter 10

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Dean jumps up when he hears Sam enter the motel room with Haley behind him.

"Look who I found." Sam says as he pushes Haley in front of him. She stands there with her arms crossed over her chest, looking away from Dean. Dean clears his throat waiting for her to say something. "Go on, tell him." Sam tells Haley with a little nudge.

Haley looks up at Sam with a glare. "No." She shakes her head, turning her back to her father. "I'm not talking to him."

Sam sighs, rolling his eyes. "Don't you think that's a little immature, Hales?" He asks her.

"Fine." Haley stomps her foot. "Uncle Sam can you please tell Dad that I'm not pregnant; that it was just a false positive." She asks angrily. "Oh and tell him that he can go to hell." Haley adds with a smirk.

Dean lets out a bitter laugh. 'Unbelievable' he mumbles under his breath. Dean furrows his eyebrows. "Sam can you tell my daughter that she's a selfish little brat, who needs to show me some damn respect?"

Haley's head shoots up to look at her father. "Yeah. Okay." She replies sarcastically and turns around to face Sam. "Sam can you tell-"

"No, no." Sam cuts in, waving his arms. "I'm not gonna tell him anything." He tells them as he walks to the door. "You guys just gotta talk and work things out. Please. I'm gonna go for a walk or something." He exits the motel leaving the two alone. They stand there for a while in silence, not looking at each other.

Dean sighs, deciding that it's time to break the silence. "So...you have something you wanna say to me?"

She rolls her eyes. "Like what?" Haley asks still not looking at him.

"Well..." Dean shoves his hands in his pockets, "for starters an apology would be nice."

She finally looks up at him. "Apologize for what? I'm not pregnant."

"Hmm..." He pretends to think. "...how about for your mouth! I don't like the way you talk to me." Deans says while pointing a finger at her.

Haley shakes her head with a bitter laugh. "Yeah and the way you talk to me is any better?" She asks causing Dean to remain quiet. "Dad." She whispers, with a sad shake of her head. "We gotta stop doing this." Haley tells him quietly.

"Doing what?" He asks confused. He looks at her seeing her green eyes staring back at him.

"This..." She motions between them with her hands. "Fighting. We fight all the time and I'm sick of it."

Dean rubs the back of his neck. "You're right." he agrees. "You're absolutely right."

"Excuse me...what was that? Did I hear you correctly?" She asks with a smile. "Cause I thought I just heard you say that I was right." She points to herself, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Quit." Dean demands with a hint of a smile.

"Wow, never thought I'd hear you say that." She smiles back.

"Yeah. Well, don't get used to it." He tells her and she shakes her head still smiling. Dean walks over to his duffel bag and brings it to the table taking out a couple of guns to clean.

"You need some help?" She asks walking over to him.

He looks up at her surprised. "Sure." He tosses her a shotgun and she sits down across from him.

Dean looks up from what he is doing to look at his daughter. He watches as she focuses on cleaning the gun in her hands. He smiles when he notices her tongue sticking out from the side of her mouth, in concentration. Dean laughs quietly to himself, remembering how Haley's mom made the same face whenever she was concentrating.

She catches him looking at her and smiles. "What?"

Dean shakes his head. "Nothing. Just clean your gun." He tosses her a hand towel.

"Okaaay..." They work in silence for a while. "Sooo..." Haley says, looking at her dad. "I was thinking for my birthday we should totally go to Vegas, y'know you and Uncle Sam can go to the casinos and I can hit the clubs." She tells him with a wink.

Dean laughs at his daughter. "Your birthday's not for like another year, Hales." He says as he hands her Sam's handgun to clean.

She nods, reaching across the table to grab the gun. "I know. But what's wrong with planning ahead. I mean it beats spending it in some stuffy motel room like last year." She cringes at the thought. Haley looks at her dad, giving him her best puppy dog look that she learned from her Uncle Sam. "Please."

Dean looks at her but then quickly looks away when he knows what she's trying to do. "Ugh...do you have to do that?"

"I don't know, is it working?" Haley starting to pout out her bottom lip for more effect.

Dean lets out a laugh. "Maybe."

"Then yes, I do." He rolls his eyes at her causing her to laugh. "I always knew you had a soft spot for my puppy eyes." She smiles and he shakes his head. "Don't worry. No one can resist them." They share a laugh.

"So...Hales, can I ask you somethin'?" He sets down his gun and towel and looks across the table at her.

"Shoot." She says still looking down at her gun.

"If-if you had been pregnant...uh...would you have even known who the father was?" Dean asks her softly. She stops and looks up at him, their eyes meeting. "And please to god don't tell me it's the pizza guy!" She stares at him, swallowing hard.

-Flashback-

"So what brings you here?" The bartender asks Haley as she pours her another drink.

Haley sighs. "Family problems." she answers and lowers her head, staring down at her drink.

"Sweetie, every family has their issues." The bartender reassures her.

Haley shakes her head. "Not like mine." She tells the bartender before taking a sip of her drink.

The bartender nods."Well, why don't you tell me about it? Maybe I can help?" She wipes the counter top of the bar and rests her arms on it.

"Nah, I'm not one for sharing my feelings."Haley slides her glass in front of the bartender and she pours another drink for her.

"Ah. Come on." She smiles sliding Haley back her glass.

"It's nothing, really. I just got in another fight with my dad, as always. And like I said I'm not much for sharing my feelings."

"Okay, alright. I'll leave you to your drink." She grabs the bottle filled with liquor and walks away. Haley sits there, tracing her finger around the rim of her glass.

A guy enters the bar and sits down on the stool next to her. Haley can see him staring at her from the corner of her eye so she turns to face him.

"Can I help you?" She asks in a not so friendly voice.

"May I just say you have the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen." He grins at her.

She gives him a fake laugh. "You know, I'm really not in the mood to be hit on right now."

"Sorry. Most girls would take that as a compliment."

Haley rolls her eyes at the guy's smirk. "Yeah, well, I'm not like most girls." She downs the rest of her drink.

"Good to know." He nods. "Can I at least buy you a drink?" He points to her empty glass and she shrugs her shoulders. "Can we get another over here." He yells to the bartender.

"Thanks." Haley gives him a small smile.

"No problem." He smiles back at her.

"Look, I'm sorry about earlier." Haley tells him. " I'm sorta having a bad day."

"Don't worry about." He gives her a playful nudge. "I'm sure that I can change that." They both share a laugh. "And I really meant what I said earlier too."

"You mean that wasn't just some cheesy line to get into my pants?" She says sarcastically causing him to laugh and shake his head. "You got a name, handsome?" Haley asks, with a smirk.

The guy lets out a laugh before answering. "Sean. Yours?"

"Haley." She extends her hand out to him and they shake hands. "Nice to meet you Sean." They laugh.

"And it's very nice to meet you." He says back and they let go of each others hands. They spend the next thirty minutes taking.

Haley looks at the clock. "You know, I should really get going." She starts to get up, but is stopped by Sean grabbing her arm.

"Aww. Come on. Just one more drink. On me." He begs.

"Fine." Haley gives in. "I'm going to the bathroom now, but after that drink I really have to go." He nods and she makes her way to the bathroom. In the bathroom she goes to the sink and splashes some water in her face. She looks at herself in the mirror. "What are you doing? You should be back at the motel trying make things right with dad." She says to herself. She sighs before leaving the bathroom and walks back to her seat. "Did you miss me?" Haley jokes and she grabs her beer, taking big gulps of it.

"More than you know." He says in a serious tone making Haley feel a little uncomfortable, but she shrugs it off and drinks more of her drink.

"Whoa." Haley lets out, placing a hand on her forehead. Suddenly she drops her glass, feeling dizzy. "I don't feel so well." Haley tells him while putting her head in her hands.

The guy looks at the bartender confused. "You okay? Maybe you had too much to drink?" He puts his hands on her shoulders.

"Yeah, maybe." She holds her head trying to keep the room from spinning.

"Can you take me home? I'm...uh...staying at the motel down the street." She asks him, slurring her words.

He nods. "Yeah, sure, no problem." Sean helps her up and they leave the bar. He puts her in the front seat and pulls out of the parking lot.

Ignoring how heavy her head feels, she tries her best to lift it to look out the window. "Y-You passed the motel." She looks back seeing the Impala in the parking lot of the motel get smaller and smaller.

"I know." He said in a quiet voice.

She turns to look at him. "What did you do to me? Did you drug me?" She tries to open the car door, but is unable to.

"Shh...Just calm down." He grabs her arms with his free hand.

"Let go of me!" Haley tells him weakly as the drug in her system is causing her to become more drowsy.

They pull up to a dark, old looking house. He gets out of the car, walking over to Haley's side and opens the passenger door picking her up, throwing her over his shoulder.

She tries with all the strength she has to hit him, but it has no effect. "Help. Please. Somebody help me." She makes out the best she can but is too quiet for anyone to hear. He brings her into the house and into a dark bedroom, turning on the light.

"Why are you doing this to me?" She cries out.

"You're a very sexy girl Haley, why wouldn't I?" He throws her on the bed. She watches him get out a roll of duct tape and biting a long piece off with his teeth. Haley moves her head around,doing anything she could possibly try to avoid him from putting the tape over her mouth. Sean grabs a handful of her hair, stopping her movements and he quickly slaps the duct tape over her mouth.

"There, that's better." She hears him say. She remembers her cell phone and reaches for it in her pocket.

"Looking for this?" He holds up her cell phone just as it starts to vibrate "Oh Looky here, someone is calling. And It's Sam. Is that your boyfriend? Well, I don't think he'd be very happy with you, being with another man and all. Such a naughty girl." She reaches out for it but before she can try and grab it, he throws it at the wall across the room, breaking it. It takes all that she has to try to sit up, but he pushes her back down, unzipping her pants.

He slides them off and she tries her hardest to move but her whole body feels like it's weighing her down. "Why should Sam be the only one to have you? Huh?" He asks while taking off his belt and unzipping his pants. "Well that's all going to change tonight." She struggles but he over powers her, she gives up. When he his finished, she lays there looking up at the spinning ceiling, crying.

The next morning she wakes up half expecting to be laying on a hard, springy mattress in their stuffy motel room. God, she would give anything to be safe and sound sleeping in a bed next to her father's and uncle's knowing that nothing would happen to her. Snapping back to reality, she rips the duct tape off her mouth and looks around the room seeing Sean sleeping beside her. She gets up and as quickly and as quietly as she possibly could and changes back into her clothes. She opens the front door quietly and exits the house. She tries with all her might to run as fast as she could.

Ten minutes later Haley finally reaches the motel. She lets out a breath of air. When she notices the Impala parked outside, she runs to the room. She quickly fetches out the spare key that they left under the mat and opens the door.

She opens the door to find her dad and uncle still sleeping. Haley smiles sadly, deciding that it would be best if she took a long, hot shower.

Haley steps into the shower, letting the hot water take her body in. As Haley closes her eyes, images from that night flash in her mind. She shoots her eyes open, pressing her back against the tile wall of the shower. Haley covers her mouth with a hand, as she can't hold back the tears any longer. She slides her body down the tiled wall until she is sitting in the tub, sobbing. Too embarrassed and humiliated, she decides not to tell her father and uncle.

-End of Flashback-

Haley blinks and looks down. "Just some guy I met." She answers, quietly.

Dean nods his head accepting her answer. "Okay. You know that you can always come to me whenever you need to talk, don't you?"

She looks up at him with a soft smile. "I know, Dad."

"I'm no Sam, but I am a good listener." He says quietly.

She puts her gun down and looks across the table at him. "Is this why you were so mad?"

"You mean besides the fact that you might have been pregnant? Yeah." Dean nods, taking another sip of his beer.

"You're jealous that I talked to Sam instead of you?" Haley asks confused.

"Well, you used to tell me everything." He tells her, meeting her eyes.

"Yeah. When I was little. It's different now." She shakes her head. "Look at us we can't even spend an hour together without fighting." He gets up and washes his hands in the sink. "Dad, I'm sorry. For everything."

He splashes some water in his face and wipes it with a towel. "I'm sorry, too." She nods and walks over and embraces him with a hug.

"I promise that the next time I have a problem or if I just need someone to talk to, I'll come to you." She looks up, smiling.

"Thanks. And I guess If you wanna talk to Sam, that's cool too." Dean kisses her on her forehead before they pull apart.

Haley wipes off her forehead playfully. "Okay, now that, that mushy stuff is over with..."

"Hey can I get the number for the Planned Parenthood thing?" Dean asks, suddenly.

She gives him a confused look. "Why? You think you're pregnant?" She laughs.

Dean rolls his eyes. "It's just that Rebecca chick sounded really hot." Haley cracks up laughing.

"What's so funny?" Dean asks with a sad look on his face.

"Umm... Dad, that Rebecca chick is like fifty and has a mustache. But hey, if you're into that I will be more than happy to give you the number." Haley tries to hold back a laugh.

Dean pictures what she looks like and winces in disgust. "Uh, no thanks. I'm good."

"Now, should we go look for Sam?" She asks putting the weapons back in the duffel bag.

"Lemme just grab my keys." He walks to the nightstand and picks up his keys. He walks out and sees Haley talking to Sam. "Well that was easy." He says to himself.

"Uncle Sam thinks he found us a hunt. So I guess I'm gonna go pack." She pats her dad on the back and goes back into the motel room.

"Alright." Dean says and they follow her back inside to go pack as well.

A/N: Sorry again for the late update. Thanks for reading, I hoped you guys liked it! And if anyone has any ideas or suggestions on what they would like to happen in the upcoming chapters, please feel free to let me know.