Sam: just turned 16yrs.

Haley: 15yrs.

A Cautionary Tale: Whiskey Lullaby

When you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love youYou're gonna believe themAnd when you're fifteen feeling like there's nothing to figure outWell, count to ten, take it inThis is life before you know who you're gonna beFifteen

The night of Sam's sixteenth birthday, Dean had managed to make it back to the motel for the big event, but had to leave the next morning. Dad didn't bother showing at all. He left Dean to deliver his excuses.

Dean had taken them out to a diner and a late night joy ride. Jolly grin on his face all night, his Sammy was becoming a man. Then the celebration was over, and he had to leave again.

Two days they were still alone. Dean called earlier, promised to be back tomorrow, but he explained dad would be a few more days, finishing the job. The kids had followed the rules, staying in all the time, trying to make the best of a holiday they didn't celebrate.

Sam and Haley watched old films on the retro motel TV that lost signal every time a semi-truck passed. Huddled on the floor at the base of a bed, they sat side by side eating old popcorn, filling the hours together.

A heavy vehicle rumbled up the road, its engine loud and clear. As the noisy truck passed their window, its horn blew, and the TV fuzzed out yet again.

Having just missed another climatic moment, Haley had had enough.

Frustration raced through her veins, needing to let off steam, Haley threw a piece of popcorn at the television screen.

"This is stupid!" She yelled in a huff. Taking a deep breath, Haley calmed herself.

"Everyone else is allowed to go out and have fun for their birthday." She slightly hinted, darting her eyes on Sam, even though she already knew the answer. Over hearing her classmates, Haley learned about the movies, girl's nights, and parties. Just another way she'd never be like them.

Sam's eyes fell on Haley, sadness to his gaze. "We can't." He answered disappointment on his breath.

Resignation fell over her face, her voice quiet. "I know." They weren't supposed to leave without Dean or dad, except for school. Social gatherings were out of the question.

Watching Haley's face dampen tugged on his heart strings, Sam hated seeing sadness in her eyes. All Sam ever wanted was to make Haley happy.

Running through his brain, Sam tried to think of anything to liven the night. A thought came to mind. Underage inebriation wasn't their style, but it was something he had been saving. So somewhere in his mind it must have been an option. Turning sixteen, it was looking like open season from where Sam sat. Why not pick a recreation everyone else in his family called a daily habit.

Climbing off the floor, Sam left Haley's side, and went to his duffle bag. Rummaging through dirty cloths, books and weaponry, Sam's hand found a bottle.

Putting a good grip on it, he pulled the half empty bottle of whiskey from his duffle bag. Lifting it in the air, Sam gave Haley a questioning stare with an arch to his brow. It wasn't the smartest of ideas, but it was the best he could come up with. They had already read every book in their possession and it would be days before they'd get the chance to go to the library again. Sam wasn't in the mood for anything hunting related, and the television seemed to be annoying her more.

Knees tucked under her chin, arms wrapped securely around her legs, Haley stared at the bottle in Sam's hand, sizing it up. Haley had never had a drink before, but she had seen what it could do to someone more times than she could remember. It made people stupid, clumsy, and horny, but it also usually made them happy too.

Considering her company, trusting Sam with her life. Haley bit her lip nervously, but nodded.

A beaming goofy grin lifted Sam's face to her answer. Walking back over to her, Sam plopped down on the floor. Unscrewing the cap, he pulled the bottle under his nose, and gave it a whiff.

"Stole it from dad last time he was here after he passed out." Sam confessed, his nose crinkled with the familiar bitter smell.

Sam's eyes, gave the bottle a once over. Then without hesitation, he brought the bottle to his lips, and tilted it back.

Taking a big gulp, Sam hissed as he pulled the bottle from his lips. The hot harsh liquor slipped down his throat. Extending his arm, Sam shoved the bottle in Haley's direction, her turn.

Taking the bottle into unsure palms, Haley stared at it for a moment.

Nerves fluttered through her belly. She knew it would taste terrible. What she didn't know was what effect it would have on her. Ignoring her inner wisdom, Haley put on her game face. Anything Sam could do, she could do better.

Bringing the bottle to her lips, she tilted it back. Trying to top Sam as usual, Haley chugged two big gulps, and ripped the bottle from her lips.

Her mouth salivated instantly against the harsh taste. Coughing, Haley fought back gags, while trying to gasp fresh air.

Partner in crime, Sam patted her back heartedly. Big grin on his face, eyes lit up the way she loved them.

"Take it easy, rookie. There's plenty to go around." Sam nudged her playfully. Wrapping one around her shoulder, Sam pulled Haley close, as his other hand took hold of the bottle, and brought it back to his lips for another taste.

Twenty minutes later the bottle was gone, thirty minutes later Sam and Haley were hammered like a nail to a board.

Lying on the bed, old sheets tangled around her, Haley stared up at the pop-corn ceiling. The dots above spinning in her vision, her body tingling, Haley licked her lips.

"I feel funny." Haley giggled, squirming from the intoxication; she turned to Sam beside her.

Lying on his side, Sam watched Haley mesmerized. He had never met another girl like her. She made his insides tingle, and his heart skip a beat when she looked his way. Alcohol raced through Sam's veins, clouding his judgment, but everything he felt was genuine.

Reaching out Sam cupped her cheek in his palm, instantly amazed by how soft it felt. "You're so beautiful, Hales." His lips numb, Sam spoke freely.

Haley stared in his puppy brown eyes, paralyzed for a moment. The way Sam looked at her felt hypnotizing. It made her feel loved and wanted, like she was the only girl in the world. That's why Sam got to have all of her; he made Haley feel cherished and special. The feel of his big hand on her cheek, felt penetrating and soothing. Haley closed her eyes surrendering to him.

Leaning over, without a word, Haley kissed Sam. Brushing her lips against his, Haley instantly felt him kiss her back. The liquored up teens found each other. Exploring kisses, and the way their mouths felt when united while intoxicated.

When it became clear there were no breaks in this runaway car, Sam pulled Haley's much smaller figure against him. Controlling heat began to fill his insides from having her so near on the bed, while tasting her lips. This newer sensation felt thrilling. An insatiable hunger, it only seemed to want more, Sam shifted them until he hovered above her. Booze captained Sam's mind, but somewhere inside pressed him to put her first.

Pulling back, face hovered over her; Sam's whiskey eyes probed her chestnut brown.

"Hales?" He questioned, the uncertain look in his orbs saying, he wondered if she was as unsure by what they were doing as he was.

Staring up at Sam, his lips swollen from her kiss, his warm breath uneven on her face, Haley didn't know what this was. Her body felt different, it felt alive with new sensations, mixed with the alcohol it was a potent combination.

Offering him a coy smile, the best her drunken mind could muster, Haley shoved Sam off her, and rolled to the edge of bed. Without a reason or direction in mind, Haley managed to find her feet, and rose from the mattress.

Haley made it a few steps on her aimless journey before her lack of balance won out, and she almost toppled to the ground. Luckily Sam had followed Haley off the bed, and caught her just in time. Always looking after his girl, drunk or not.

Worried whiskey eyes rained down on Haley as Sam's strong arms held her up.

The concern in his eyes brought another giggle to her lips. The whiskey rearing its head again, Haley felt silly inside.

"My lips tingle." She laughed; eyes lit up and lost on his image. Reaching up Haley ran her finger tips along the plump flesh of his pout. "How about yours?" She questioned playfully.

Feeling her gentle touch tempt his lips, Sam gave into her. Haley had always been his weak spot, anything she wanted of his she could have. What he was feeling wasn't just the bottle; it only amplified his feelings, making them crystal clear.

Gently Sam kissed her fingers tips, as he answered quietly. "They tingle too." Sam admitted, lost in her chestnut colored eyes that saw right into his soul.

A sloppy smile spilled over Haley's face, loving his answer, loving the feel of his kiss on her fingers. His unyielding gaze made things deep inside Haley flutter.

Reaching down, Haley wrapped her hand over Sam's at her cotton covered waist. Her limbs felt numb but her skin sensitive. Leading Sam, Haley placed his hand over her heart.

Lost in Sam's eyes, Haley questioned him again. "Can you feel me?"

When all you wanted was to be wantedWish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now

He could feel her heart beat under his palm. Sam swallowed hard as everything inside pushed him to take this further then it's ever gone. He had never done anything other than kiss Haley before, but some how his hands wanted more. Going with the moment, Sam could have combusted as he watched Haley's eyes close. A look of satisfaction filled her face.

"Yeah," Sam breathlessly admitted, alcohol and lust hot on his breath. He could sense her like dew in the early morning the air. She loved having him near and trusted him completely.

Eyes held closed, a slow forming smile of satisfaction covered her face as he read her feelings perfectly. Her hand found a home over his heart. Her senses wide open, but altered from the alcohol, Haley tuned in to Sam's frequency.

"It's like you're in heaven." She whispered, lost in the sensation. His hand felt indescribably good as if it belonged to her. Then it slipped from her heart, tracing her shape in his palm, a trail of tingles formed under his touch. Haley knew it was the whiskey that made her lenient enough to allow this, but it was all Sam that was convincing her.

His hand slowly traveled, exploring the terrain that captivated his undivided attention. Touching Haley, Sam understood why Dean was such a horny toad; nothing had ever felt like this. The tops of his fingers brushed under the base of her tee shirt, Haley didn't flinch, but still Sam couldn't do it. He wasn't entirely sure how they had ended up touching, but he still knew the limits.

Sam had never felt anything like this; it demanded attention, and consumed his every thought. All he could think of was touching Haley more, and feeling connected to her as he did it. He was becoming more intoxicated off her then the whiskey ever could. Lost on Haley's face, he could feel what she was feeling just by touching her.

Her complete trust gave him courage. Sam's big hand grew bold, slipping up under her shirt, and hesitantly roaming his breath grew ragged, mouth dry.

Taking a deep breath, Sam stopped half way up her stomach, her skin felt like satin in his hands. His hand twitched with the urge to go further, but Sam loved Haley too much to take it that far.

Feeling his hand pull back, Haley blinked open her eyes, and found Sam blinding her gaze. His whiskey colored eyes held something new, something that called to her, like a quiet begging.

A mischievous grin lifted her drunken lips "I want to try something." She quietly instructed, devilish grin still on her face.

Sam swallowed hard, then sucked in a deep breath, trying to catch his breath. His mouth went dry as he watched Haley lean in close. "You're turn." She quietly explained with glossy eyes.

Looking Sam over, Haley had seen him a million times, but for once her fingertips inspected his every groove. His stomach was tight, his solid chest temped her fingers even hidden under a shirt. Despite his young age, Sam was built tall and lean, but solid and strong. Sam's eyes closed, just as Haley's fingers tips grazed his tight stomach. She felt his muscles tense under her touch. Delicate, daring fingers danced up his shirt covered chest, her fingers slipping along his breast bone, Sam shivered under her touch.

Licking his lips, her hands felt like heaven, and all he wanted was for her to keep going. Liquor still swimming through his veins, Sam didn't want to think this through, he just wanted feel this, whatever it was.

Haley could feel the power she had in her hands. Bolden by liquor, Haley wondered what her best friend would do if she kissed him right now. Taking it a step further, despite caution rumbling in her belly, Haley pulled Sam down to her size, while reached up on her toes, and surprised him with a kiss.

A shuttered breath escaped Sam's throat as he felt her soft delicate lips lightly kiss his neck. Feeling her delicious mouth travel up his neck, Sam felt himself loosing control of the moment. A powerful urge raced up from below, something he had never felt before.

Back then I swore I was gonna marry him somedayBut I realized some bigger dreams of mine

Rational, smart Sam couldn't control this new feeling, not with the liquor in his veins, and he wasn't sure he even wanted to.

Now Sam understood what Dean meant when he'd say 'caught up'. It was like a tidal wave of urges and feelings, and all he could do was dive in. Feeling her burning kiss trace his jaw line, a grunt slipped from Sam's lips. Knowing her mouth was finally close enough to retrieve; Sam gave into the moment, loosing the battle to maintain control.

Just as her soft lips reached his chin, Sam reached out to touch her.

Cupping her face in his palms, he pulled her lips to his was urgency. The burning in his belly only subsided by her kiss. Melting her mouth with his, Sam savored her sweet taste on his lips, as his tongue for the first time ever, dared to slip inside her mouth.

Something feverish like adrenaline ran through his body, Sam's hands clawed at Haley's tee shirt without logically thought. Ripping the fabric up and off her body, but something inside him was smart enough to leave her under-shirt for modesty. As soon as the distracting fabric got out his way, Sam quickly stumbled them to the bed. His hands secured her body to his.

Lifting Haley onto the mattress, the kiss never broke as Sam climbed on after her. All Sam could think of was getting closer to Haley, being next to her, every inch of her. She felt and tasted sweeter than he could have ever imagined. His hands explored Haley's figure, as his mouth blessed its way down her neck, getting as much of her under his lips as he could discover. Breaking only for a second, Sam yanked his shirt off the back of his neck, as his lips found her once again.

Sam's weight atop her, as he unveiled her with his kisses, Haley felt more than just his touch. She felt his undivided attention and his unconditional love; it felt better than anything ever had.

Feeling his mouth slip down her collarbone, his hands roam her terrain, drunken Haley loved the feel of this moment on a primal level more than anything she had felt before.

Heart pounding out of control from Sam's kisses, anxiousness crept up in Haley's belly. They were too young to be doing this, to be taking it this far. Sadness pierced her racing heart suddenly, knowing there was no one around to enforce oversight, no adults to be found. She'd have to be the responsible one to stop them from going too far.

Sam's eager touch, his kiss felt electric, and her body went with his every move while begging for more, but the anxiousness grew louder, stronger.

This was all happening so fast. Her heart pounded as if it could burst… too fast. Haley feared where they would it go if left unchecked.

How far would they take it if she didn't say no? Unable to quiet the conflicting voices inside, Haley shoved Sam's shoulder suddenly, as his heated lips slipped down her chest.

"Sam wait, stop." Haley cried out, fear ringing in her voice.

Her plea reached Sam's ears, and like the soft heart he is, he pulled back from her instantly. Breath panting on her face, Sam tried to regain coherent thought.

Squirming out from under him, Haley created space between them. Nerves racing through her, Haley stared at Sam shirtless, then fearfully looked herself over.

Partially undressed and drunk, Haley felt tears well up in her eyes, she felt cheap.

"I'm not ready for this. We're not ready for this. And I don't plan on doing this for a long time. Not until I'm ready and I'm not ready." She admitted on a rattled breath.

Sam's eyes found hers, the look of sadness in her iris, wetness brimming her eyes, his heart broke into pieces. Hurting Haley was the last thing Sam would ever want to do. Guilt rushed through Sam's heart, punishing himself for letting this get so out hand. He was supposed to protect her, not touch her. Those were the rules.

A slow, steady hand reached out, lightly resting on her bare shoulder, as their eyes stayed locked. "Hales, I'm sorry." Genuine apology off his breath, emphasized by guilt riddled eyes.

"Come here. It's ok." Sam tried to reassure her, quiet the pain in her eyes. Heart still racing, Sam couldn't believe how out of control everything had gotten in a matter of minutes.

Staring into Sam's orbs, Haley knew they were the most honest eyes she'd ever seen. She could see the realization of their actions hit him too. Haley wasn't afraid of Sam, but now she was afraid of what they were capable of together.

Giving her shoulder a little tug, Sam was surprised to see how easily she gave in. Cuddling close against his bare chest, Sam wrapped strong arms around her.

Burying his face in her sweet smelling locks, Sam comforted Haley.

"We won't do this again, not until you're ready." Sam promised, holding her close. Letting out a sigh, Sam couldn't believe what he had almost done with Haley. He was supposed to be the grown up for them; he wasn't supposed to take her to bed.

When you're fifteen, don't forget to look before you fallI've found time can heal most anything and you just might find who you're supposed to beI didn't know who I was supposed to be,

At fifteen

Taylor Swift, "Fifteen"

Note: This chapter was loosely based on a true event. This chapter is just meant to illustrate how easy things can get away from your true intentions when alcohol is involved, especially when you're young. And that there's moments in everyone's life that are important enough to stop and think through. Instead of acting on impulse. That's what I was trying to express with Haley and Sam.

Why I thought it was applicable for Sam and Haley? Because while they are good kids, and they are, that's why they stopped. They've also been raised in an environment where sex and alcohol are casually indulged in. I think both Sam and Haley think for themselves, but they are still a product of their environment as much as we all are.

So now that you've read it. Please tell me what you think. I am very uncertain about this chapter. I almost didn't post it. So do you like it? Hate it? Love it? And most importantly, Why? Please share…