Supernatural – Heart of Gold

Disclaimer: Hmmm… no, wait, I don't own Supernatural. I do own Haley, Heartsbane, and his band of delirious followers.

Chapter 10 – Seeing is Believing, Believing is Listening

He'd been sitting on the couch for nearly ten minutes. He was still angry with his brother, and angry at Haley, and most of all angry at himself for setting himself up to be reminded that all of this was his ownfault. He felt like hitting something, breaking something; he was on the verge of getting up to do just that when something slammed into the side of his face with such ferocity that he was knocked onto his side.

"What the hell-?" He began.

"Stop sulking." It was Haley. He couldn't believe it; Haley had just slapped him around the face. "You're acting like a spoilt child."

"What'd you do that for?" Sam snapped sullenly, rubbing his cheek. A second later, he felt a second sharp pain as she hit him on the other side of the face. This time he fell off the couch, hitting the floor face down. Rage boiled up inside him. What right did she have to do that?

"Get up!" Haley shouted at him. "Get up and stop acting like a sniveling baby!" Sam swallowed his pride, and tried to crawl away from her, unable to see where she was, and therefore unable to fight back. His attempt at escape was met by a light kick to the abdomen, throwing him off his hands and knees.

"Stop it!" Sam gasped at her, the wind knocked out of him.

"Fight back!" Haley said. Sam had been looking to start a fight earlier; had tried to taunt his brother into it, but that had been on his terms. He suddenly wondered if maybe he had done the wrong thing, trying to get Dean to fight him. The reality of just how helpless he was started to sink in. "What kind of hunter are you?" She snapped. He looked wildly around him, trying to pinpoint the location her voice was coming from. "Your father raised you to fight, not lie on the ground like a coward!"

"In case you've forgotten, I can't see." Sam said tensely. Haley gave a short life.

"Oh yeah, and since you can't see, you can't use your arms anymore, or your legs, or your ears." She taunted. "You might as well lie down and let everyone walk all over your like a doormat." To add insult to injury, Sam suddenly felt her foot push underneath him and flip him over so he was lying face-down. A second later, she dropped her foot down on the square of his back, putting on just enough pressure to keep him pinned down. "If I was a demon, would you just lie there waiting for the final blow?" She had leaned down and was whispering in his ear. "If was going to kill Dean, would you just sit there crying while I did it?" The seriousness in her voice was a little unnerving to Sam. And then her foot was gone. He took in a few deep breaths, waiting for her to come back. When, after a minute, she didn't, he tentatively rolled over onto his back, feeling around in front of him to see if she was anywhere near him.

Slowly, he got to his feet, looking around the room for her.

"Stop relying on your eyes to find me, Sam." She was moving around him so fast, it was almost impossible to know what direction she was coming from. It was almost like she was coming from every direction at once. "They can't help you anymore." Her felt her fist collide with his chin, and his head snapped back. He staggered for a second and then swung his fist in the direction he hoped she'd come from, but almost fell forward as his fist hit air.

"If this was a real fight, you'd be dead already." He was sure she'd come from his left that time, and turned, kicking out in that direction.

"Fight me, Sam." She cooed.

"I am!" He shouted at her, looking around for her.

"No you're not." She said. "You're fighting yourself. You keep looking but you're not seeing."

"That doesn't even make sense." Sam said, punching in the direction he thought he voice had come from. She spoke a second later, sounding like she was at the other side of the room.

"Doesn't it?" She asked. She had calmed down now, no longer with the ferocity of a feral animal. "Ask around the community. Just about everyone we meet looks; but almost nobody sees." She was always moving, like a predatory animal. And Sam was the prey. "You have a chance to see as we're meant to, Sam. Just stop looking." The next punch that hit his face felt like it had come from a gorilla.

"What do you mean?" He asked. Anger seemed to melt away. He'd forgotten what was happening around him. All that mattered was understanding. He had to know why she was doing this to him.
"Listen." A single word. It was enough.

He spun around, bringing his arm up to block the incoming punch. He dropped to the floor and kicked out in a wide circle with his leg, sweeping Haley's legs out from under her. With a cry of surprise, he heard Haley hit the floor in front of him. Followed by a light chuckle.

"Now that's the Sam I love to hate." She said. He blinked. He suddenly felt alive; more so then he had in months, since Jessica died. He heard the door open.

"Haley?" He said, looking around.

"I'm going for a walk." She said. It was almost like she hadn't just spent the past five minutes beating Sam to hell. "Give you time to think." He frowned, looking in the direction of her voice as she door closed behind her.

With a sigh, Sam stood up again. The adrenaline that had been pumping through his veins the past few minutes diminished and left him with a feeling of extreme weariness. Or it could be that every bone in his body was now aching from when Haley had knocked him off the couch.

"Haley…" He said softly. Maybe he'd been wrong about her. Maybe she wasn't as bad as he'd first thought.

He sat down on one of the beds, after fumbling around for it for a few minutes. The bizarre sort of seeing with his other senses was all well and good, but it didn't help if there was no noise to see with. He realized he strange that would sound if he said that out loud.

He smiled to himself, closing his sightless eyes and laying back on the bed. He had intended to get some rest before Dean returned; he owed his brother a huge apology, and he wanted to be well rested when he gave it. But something felt wrong as his head hit the pillow. He could hear footsteps outside the door, but they weren't Haley's or Dean's. Faster then he would have thought possible, he leapt from the bed at the door, hand reaching out for the door, and then for the latch located somewhere above the door handle. He found it and pulled the bolt across just as the door handle turned. He heard a frustrated grumble on the other side of the door when it didn't open. He strained to hear what was being said on the other side of the door.

"Get it open." Someone said; a female voice. "And don't make too much noise. We don't want to alert him." Too late. Sam thought. He stepped away from the door. Fear started to rise up in the pit of his stomach. Fighting against an unarmed Haley was one thing; fighting against (probably fully armed) intruders that he was sure had no intention without leaving what they came for would be something different entirely.

He turned and crouched, feeling in front of him to try and find his back pack. He knew Haley had brought it in, but he hadn't seen where she'd left it. He had to find it before they got the door open.

He heard what sounded like a power drill outside. He didn't take the time to wonder what they could be using it for. He continued his search for the back pack.

Dean had been driving around for a good ten or fifteen minutes when he saw Haley walking along the side walk, a knee-length black coat pulled on over her normal attire. He was not surprised; the temperature had dropped dramatically since they'd gotten to the motel. He pulled over, and she turned, smiling when she saw him.

"I take it you're not angry anymore?" Dean asked, opening the passenger door. Haley walked over and climbed in.

"Yeah, about that, I'm sorry." She said. "I wasn't really… myself." She shrugged, not sure how to explain what she'd felt. Dean nodded, and was about to go back out onto the road when realization hit him.

"You left Sam on his own?" He said, shooting a look of shock at her. Haley blinked.

"Yeah, I… I was just going out to get some more food. The food I'd gotten had gone cold." She said. Dean opened his mouth to say something, but at that moment, his mobile rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered the call.

"Sam, is that-?"

"Dean?" Sam's voice was filled with fear. "Dean, they're here. They're right outside the door… I can't stop them from coming in."

"Whoa, slow down, Sam, who's there?" Dean asked. He glanced at Haley, and then pulled out onto the road, starting the drive back to the motel.

"Heartsbane's followers." Sam said softly. "They don't know I know they're out there yet, but…" He trailed off.

"Okay, Sam, go into the bathroom, close and lock the door, and wait there. We'll be there in five minutes, tops." Dean said, and made to hang up.

"No! No, don't hang up." Sam said, his voice panicky. "I… I don't want to be left alone. Dean… Dean, I'm scared." Dean couldn't blame him. He was alone in a strange place, with a bunch of nut-jobs trying to break down the door, and he couldn't see anything around him.

"Sam, I can't talk and drive." Dean said helplessly.

"Give me the phone." Haley said, taking the phone from Dean's hands before he answered her. "Sam, it's Haley." She said into the phone. "Don't worry, we're coming."

"Haley… keep talking." He breathed. "I need to know you're still there."

"Don't worry, we won't leave you." She said. She didn't know what to say, and the few seconds of silence caused Sam's panic to rise.

"Haley!" He said, probably a little louder then he should have. She heard the sound of a door closing on the other end of the phone, and guessed he'd found his way to the bathroom.

"I'm here, Sam."

"Then don't be quiet. Talk, sing, yell at me, do anything, just please don't be quiet." It was a plea this time, as opposed to earlier that morning (barely an hour ago, now that she thought about it) when it had been a demand.

"Uh… okay." She tried to think of something to say, preferably something to calm him down. "Uh…"

"Haley…" Dean voice was filled with worry.

"Uh… okay, um, hush little baby, don't say a word, mummy's gonna buy you a mocking bird." Haley started singing the lullaby. Dean shot her a questioning glance, and she shrugged, but kept singing, hearing Sam's breathing slow and relax a little with each word. "And if that mocking bird don't sing, mummy's gonna buy you a diamond ring…" She continued singing to Sam, and heard him slowly relax on the other end of the phone. When she realized she couldn't remember all of the words, she started to improvise.

"Haley, they're in the room." Sam interrupted her.

"Did you lock the door?" Haley asked quickly.

"Yes, but I don't know how long that will hold them." Sam said softly. "How far away are you?"

Haley looked at Dean. "How far?" She asked.

"Two minutes."

"You hear that, Sam?" She asked.

"Make it one, they're…" Haley heard the sound of a door being broken off its hinges. She heard a shocked gasp from Sam.

"Sam? Sam? Sam!" She shouted into the phone, just before it went dead. "Okay, hit the gas, Dean!" She ordered. Dean didn't need encouragement; luckily, the road was reasonably empty, so they didn't have any problems with the speed they were going.

Dean roared into the parking lot, slamming the brakes. Haley barely waited for him to park; she took her tiny gun out of her coat pocket and raced up the front steps, with Dean right behind her. No one was at the front desk, so no one could be suspicious of why she was running into the motel with a gun.

"Sam?" Dean shouted as they came into the room. The hinges of the front door had been unscrewed, and the door was lying on the floor in front of them. The bathroom door had not been as lucky, and had been kicked in. Dean and Haley raced to the bathroom. It was empty. "No… Sammy…" He walked into the bathroom, eyes darting around the room, searching for something, anything, that would tell him where his brother had been taken. But aside from the doors being off their hinges and Sam not being there, there was no sign that anyone had been there while they were gone.

A/N: So, what's it been? Three hours since the last update? Something like that. Couldn't stop writing. As always, R&R. Let's see how quickly I can get the next update done.