When Hearts Like Ours Meet
Love Is A Burning Thing
And It Makes A Fiery RingBound By Wild DesireI Fell Into A Ring Of Fire
They moved lazily about the motel room as the day dwindled down. Dean positioned on the surface of his unmade bed. His assortment of weapons lying all around him as if it was a showcase on display. His 10 inch bowie knife gripped in hand as he ran the blade across a whetstone insuring it's always at it's sharpest. The grating noise filled the room with a spine shivering itch.
Sam leaned against the headboard of the opposite bed, book on ancient Latin exorcism rituals in hand. His whiskey eyes focused as they passed from line to line. Trying to ignore Dean's loud annoyance.
Haley moved aimlessly about the room dragging her feet. Boredom mostly claiming her mind, an ailment often found with isolated life on the road.
Finding her way over to the space between the two beds, Haley took a light seat on the edge of Sam's bed, and eyed Dean's movements carefully, but silently for a moment.
Letting out a heavy exaggerated breath, she licked her dry lips and spoke up.
"Dean, I'm hungry." She told him with another sigh and big sympathy earning eyes.
Focused emerald orbs glanced up from his work briefly acknowledging he had heard her plea. "Few more minutes, baby girl. Gotta get this just right. Then we'll go get some burgers." He answered on a low drawl as his eyes returned to the task at hand.
Sam's eyes finally pulled from his book, and caught Haley's long shiny locks out of the corner of his eye. The sweet melody of her voice echoed in his head, and called to his heart. A mischief spark went off inside his chest and willed him to move.
Setting his book down, Sam moved lightly, trying to be as undetectable as possible. He slipped his feet under the blankets lying halfway down the bed.
Turning to his side, a smile like a super nova in the sky eclipsed his face as in a dash Sam attacked Haley's waist and pulled her down onto the bed with him.
In a split second Sam pinned her beneath him, and yanked the covers over their head.
Laughter spilled from Haley's lips, loud and contagious as she felt his strong fingers find her body and begin to tickle all her right places mercilessly.
Haley thrashed between his grip, giggles and snorts erupted loudly as she fought for each breath.
Sam's smile sustained as he showed her no clemency, knowing the smile bursting from her face proved she didn't really any anyway.
Spirit vibrated from her laughter, light sparkled in her eyes as every inch of Haley called to the deepest part of Sam, the part that truly made him who he was.
Something powerful that called only her name pumped through his heart, and Sam's fingers finally stilled at her sides.
Gazing down on her, time and space suspended in the air trapped between the sheets. Their eyes locked as their souls touched in a way only they could. The sight of her stole the breath on Sam's lips. Amazed that even the simplest things about her could still his heart
The Taste Of Love Is SweetWhen Hearts Like Ours MeetI Fell For You Like A ChildOh, But The Fire Went Wild
In that moment Sam wanted to kiss Haley. He wanted to kiss her like his lungs demanded air, but Sam knew he couldn't. Surely Dean would recognize that noise and be on their tail even before their lips parted.
So Sam chose something better, something deeper. Gazing into her eyes, eyes that called to him in his deepest core, Sam's hand gently reached up to the top of her shirt.
Delicately and with the utmost respect, he pulled the fabric down until his fingers brushed the tip of her bra. If it were anyone else doing this Haley would have protest, but trusting Sam completely she didn't resist.
Seeing complete faith in him shooting from her eyes, Sam didn't hesitate before laying down upon her, and lowering his cheek to the fleshy place above her heart. Cherishing Haley like the prize she was in his eyes.
Softly Sam's cheek nestled in a home on her satiny skin. The sound of her heart pounding rhythmically in his ear, as he felt her fingers tangle smoothly in his shaggy locks.
Closing his eyes, Sam felt Haley's essence seep inside him. Taking slow deep breath of her sweet nectar scent he let their connection open wider and interweave them like a tangled web. When he could fell her surging through his veins like his own blood, Sam whispered softly against her skin so only she could hear him.
"I can feel you." He admitted, basking in the solace as his face leaned in and kissed her skin tenderly, cherishing her.
Haley's fingers tightened in his hair as one of her hands slipped to Sam's cheek. Her finger tips brushed the rounded skin delicately. "Me too." Haley confessed in a whispers breath. Her eyes held closed as she drifted away with him.
Sitting on the bed, Dean grew more tense by the moment as his mouth tightened and he ran the blade ever more firmly against the stone. When it was laughter and movement he heard filtering out from under the sheets his suspicion only itched. They had always been playful and that wasn't something he wanted to take from them, but the silence was something else. When the laughter and movement ceased only the be replaced by silence. When Sam's towering sheet covered form seemed to collapse and melt into Haley, that's when alarm bells went off in Dean's head.
Dean tried to be understanding, he saw and respected Sam and Haley's bond in a way their Dad couldn't, but he wasn't stupid either. In fact Dean had been around the block enough times to have a brain full of worse case scenario's shooting through his head from the un-viewable position the kids were in.
Clearing his throat loudly, Dean had reached his limit. "Whatever you're doing under there you have five seconds to pull the blankets back or I'm coming in after you two." His low rough voice warned.
The tone in Dean's voice backed his words, and Sam reluctantly pulled back from Haley in a second. His eyes found hers as he surfaced upward, disappoint swirling in the both their eyes from the loss of connection.
Sam rolled to her side before the tented blanket came down and revealed how close they had actually been.
As the blankets pulled back, the pair were met with Dean's heated gaze. Sheepish smiles filled their faces as they readjusted higher on the bed.
Dean had avoided his dad orders to have 'the talk' with Haley. Frankly, he didn't think it was his place, but orders were orders, and after witnessing what he did Dean finally decided now was the time. "Haley lets go get those burgers." His voice insisted as Dean placed the knife carefully down on the mattress and steadily rose to his feet.
Both Sam and Haley began to climb off the bed, but Dean's breath stopped them.
"Just Haley. We'll bring the food back here Sammy, eat with you. We wont be long." Dean spoke as he grabbed his leather jacket off the back of a chair. They couldn't see his face from this angle, but they didn't need to, to know this wasn't negotiable.
Haley's weary eyes shot to Sam with hesitancy. She didn't fear Dean, and yet she knew she was in trouble.
Sam offered her dewy sensitive eyes, feeling responsible for the situation he started.
Her feet stalled in the carpet for a moment before Dean's forceful voice pushed her to move. "Come on Haley." Dean called as he walked out the door.
The classic car hummed down the road, it's engine a rhythmic soothing noise as Dean and Haley sat in silence at first. Basking in the awkward feel, while trying to pinpoint the right moment to speak.
Glancing over at Haley for a moment in the passenger seat, Dean noted the innocence that radiated off her like the shining sunlight that held her in a spotlight through the window.
In this light, alone together, Dean couldn't image his baby girl doing any of the thing his nightmarish mind had been cooking up minutes ago when she was with Sam.
Clearing his throat, Dean's emerald eyes held the safety of the road as his voice finally came to life. "Haley," He called and waited until her sweet chocolate orbs were upon him before speaking again. "Are you and Sam up to anything?" Never one to beat around the bush, Dean got right to the point.
Watching the side of his strong features as they gazed out at the road, Haley felt she knew what he was asking, but needed to be certain. "What do you mean?" She quietly asked as her fingers tapped nervously in her lap.
Piercing emerald eyes darted to her in a flash as his perfect pout moved.
"Are you guys messing around together?" Dean questioned, trying to hold all roughness from his naturally gritty tone.
Her eyes grew wide with understanding. "Oh,' Slipped off her breath, surprised by his blatant approach even though Haley knew she shouldn't be.
Dean's alarmed face whipped to her in a second. "Oh?" His breath thick with shock.
Their eyes held with the intensity of the moment, Dean in disbelief, Haley trapped by the weight of his stare.
Finally her eyes broke free, and returned out the windshield just in the time to notice Dean had been so distract that he let the car swerve into on coming traffic.
"Dean!" She screamed as little frantic hands grabbed for the wheel.
In a flash Dean jumped into gear and back into reality. Steering the car back into their own lane, his horrified eyes stayed glued to the road as he gripped the wheel tighter. As much as he thought he would be prepared for her answer, he saw now he wasn't at all.
Nerves twisted in Haley's belly, she hadn't expected Dean to freak out to that extreme. Like a church mouse she spoke up. "Maybe we should talk about this when we get to the diner. You know, when you're not driving." She meekly suggested, but her eyes didn't dare look his way.
Dean's jaw tightened as his knuckles turned white against his death grip that held the wheel. Silently he nodded in agreement with a heated focused gaze.
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of FireI Went Down, Down, DownAnd The Flames Went HigherAnd It Burns, Burns, BurnsThe Ring Of Fire
"Ring Of Fire" Johnny Cash
Note: What do you think of Sam and Haley's connection? Do you think they're too young to have such a connection? And the part where Sam places his head on Haley's heart, was that too intimate for your taste? Because I meant it to be intimate but not sensual.
For the record Haley is not in trouble. She just thinks she is. Dean adores her but he's concerned. So they're going to talk.
