Note: The last chapter was written as a prequel to this chapter. So last chapter set's up this chapter. Same night after John's shot, before the accident...And Now The Moment You Have All Been Waiting For...

The Last Girl

Something is going on,

I can't explain but sure can touch: It's calling both of us. Stronger than any fear or doubt, It's changing everything I see: It's changing you, it's changing me.

Dean leaned against his car, his body dead weight and losing strength. His insides felt like melting jello, and he was sure he'd start to crumble at any moment but true to Dean's strength, he didn't show it.

His sense's were alive and on full alert. It was night, the air bone cold. There was blackness to the dark world. Crickets chirped and tress branches rustled, the night was alive with life.

His tongue tasted metallic, thick and heavy. His own blood full in his mouth, Dean spat the excess out. His eye lids half mast, his body felt heavy. Glancing out at the forest tree tops his gaze drifted, his pupils dilated as they settled on a gentle chestnut brown pair.

His mouth formed into a sloppy grin, his lips painted red with blood.

"Dean, look at me." Haley instructed softly, her voice gentle but commanding. Reaching up she cupped his heavy chin in her hand as her thumb swiped at his lower lip.

"Dean," She called grasping his attention once again, as his eye drifted.

Losing focus as his body labored, Dean's eye slipped away. His gaze pulled back to her instantly with the request, the same sloppy grin returning to his face as if he had forgotten she was there. "Listen to me… that thing in your dad was lying… Your dad loves you… we love you. I need you Dean." Haley stated with conviction, worry slipping off her breath her eyes hid.

He opened his mouth to speak but more blood came up this throat. Turning to the side, Dean sucked up as much as he could out of his throat and sip it out of his mouth. Glancing back up at Haley, his body wobbled with the movement, Dean forced a brave front and smiled. "I know." He lied.

A weak smile covered Haley's face with his bravery as sadness filled her eyes. It was clear what that thing said had gotten to him; Haley feared he may believe he was expendable. She had never seen someone so injured, her heart raced at the sight of him. Haley leaned into Dean's chest, hoping to help stabilize him as her hand softly wrapped around his cheek, his stubble pricking her palm. Looking deep into his sea green eyes as his eye lids faltered and his pupils dilated, Haley tried to get her message across. "You're going to be ok, Dean. Just stay with me… I need you." Haley begged. Tears welled up in her eyes, her heartbreak, honest and genuine. "Dean, please." She pleaded with his dying body.

Dean shifted and almost lost balance, his body weakening and shutting down. The tiny girl grabbed armfuls of Dean, quickly pulling him close to her chest and against the car, trying to hold them both up. "Dean," Her voice cried, cracking with fright.

Digging his feet in the dirt, knees locked, Dean managed to regain balance. Looking down, Dean found Haley's angelic face mere inches below his and got lost. Mesmerized by the creature that tempted him the most, Dean reached up, and softly stroked Haley's supple cheek. A profound smile filled his face and eyes by the simple joy he felt touching her soft skin. Critically injured Dean finally felt at peace if she was the last face he saw.

His thumb caressed her cheek and lingered as he spoke. "I'm good as long as you're here." A labored grin filled Dean's face, serenity saturated his eyes.

Nodding against his rough palm, Haley's eyes glistened with tears as her body shook with fear. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." She promised.

Having his prize so near, Dean felt warmth fill his body, his heart pumped harder as his body began to lessen its ach. Haley was magic, he had always known it. Her beautiful golden silk hair caught his eye, frizzy and tangled from the battle. Staring intently, Dean memorized the simplicity of its beauty. Slipping his hands to her hair, he tucked a strand behind her ear with a content smile.

His breath became labored from what he knew was internal bleeding. Closing his eyes, Dean cringed with the stinging pain and fought for breath as he tried to hide all weakness from the pretty lady who held him

"Dean!" The terror in Haley's voice broke through his pain and gave Dean the strength to work through the agony.

Deans eyes blinked open once again as he coughed, the fluid inside of his lungs jiggling with the force. Plastering a strong fake smile on his face, Dean looked into her eyes waiting desperately for him. "I'm ok." He lied, protecting her.

Sniffles fluttered her chest, as she fought back her tears. Holding him tightly in her arms, Haley tried to suppress her tears. She wanted to be strong for the both of them but watching the light fade in Dean's eyes, all Haley could feel was panic and bone splintering fear. "What can I do? How do I make this better?" Emotion filled her voice, urgent sorrow consumed her eyes.

Dean managed to force his heavy hand up to her face again. Stroking her cheek gently with his knuckles, his hand settled on her lips. Finger tips running across the soft plump skin, for once Dean had no reservations. A body pooling with blood, a mind fighting just to survive, all Dean's rules about Haley went out the window.

Dean had wanted her kiss, since the first time he realized her supple pout could create and spread love.

Feeling Dean's faint fingers run across her lips, sent tingles under his touch, Haley lightly kissed the tips. Cherishing the feel of his touch, wallowing in the way his stare made her feel more special then anyone else.

A weak smile lifted Dean's lips, his tired eyes bound to hers. In this moment, where every second took more strength to keep his eyes open then it would to close them and surrender, Dean made the request of his life… "Kiss me." Dean distinct rough voice wished.

Staring into his fading green eyes, everything but Dean slipped away from reality. Haley had secretly wanted to kiss Dean since she started to fall for him months ago and realized his mouth was the thing of legends. One magical day, Dean had licked his lips in front of her and the sight of it told Haley nothing was more sensual than his pout. She realized in that moment that's where he kept his love that only the lucky got to feel.

Right here, right now's the perfect spot, the perfect time. The perfect moment when your skin is next to mine.

Dean's hand left her lips, the look in her eyes told him she was feeling this too. That she needed him just as bad as he did her.

Pushing Dean further against the car, for better balance, Haley held tightly onto him. Never leaving his eyes, Haley silently nodded. Slowly she came at him, anxious and longing. The thought of kissing him was a whirl wind of emotions, all deep and life altering.

Sucking in a breath, Dean closed his eyes, as Haley entered his space. A moment later her lips brushed his. Faintly, lovely, and cautious in the first attempt, Dean could sense nerves coming off Haley. Dean eased her reservations, kissing her back.

Feeling his lips brush hers, Haley deepened the kiss as butterflies filled her stomach. Dean's lips melting into hers, it was as if a new depth was found inside of Haley. Something was revealed under the feel of his kiss. Caressing Dean's mouth with hers was like riding a shooting star; Haley knew there was no going back from here. Their kiss changed everything forever… everything. It was the moment Haley realized she was in love in a way couldn't deny anymore. Kissing Dean, Haley knew she had fallen to a place from which she couldn't be pulled back… not that she'd want to.

The way their lips united together perfectly sent a shudder up Dean's spine. Heart pounding like a caged bird, he had never felt this connected to anyone, not ever… let alone this fast. Kissing Haley unlocked part of Dean he thought had been lost along the road. Feeling their mouths embrace, Dean could have died right then, knowing he had found paradise beside her. Heart swelling, Dean thought he was infatuated, now he sawthat was just the tip of the iceberg. He had found her… Haley was it… the last girl. The one everyone looks for, that 'grow old together' thing. Dean's other half… it was Haley. Dean didn't believe in that "forever" stuff, but kissing her lips… he knew he'd never want to live without her again.

As if the moment was so profound his weakened body couldn't handle it, Dean's eyes rolled in the back of his head… lights out. His body couldn't contain the revelation and internal bleeding; it gave way under the strain.

Dean's body went limp in her arms, his lips slipped from hers as he drifted away. Heart shooting to life, Haley held on with every ounce of strength she had… and some she didn't even know she had.

Now that she had found him and knew what he meant, there was no way she was letting him go. Her face hung in front of his limp one, desperation tightening her chest. Haley screamed at him, willing to do anything to bring him back. "Dean! Dean!" Her voice broke with his lack of response. His body was dead weight; she didn't know how much longer she could hold him. Turning her head in the direction of the cabin Sam would be coming from, Haley sounded the alarm. "Sam hurry!" Haley screamed, anguish shrilling her voice.

Always a fighter, Dean didn't give up. Forcing his eyes open as Haley's voice penetrated his brain, bouncing off his skull. Blood drizzled from his lips as he forced himself to life. "I'm ok." Dean choked the lie that he was forcing to be true. Having finally discovered who Haley was, Dean didn't want to lose her now.

Soft teary eyes found Dean's faltering gaze. Holding onto him with all her might, Haley repeated his words, hoping that it somehow made them more real. "You're ok."

Urgency racing her heart, Haley turned toward the building, just in time to see Sam with John. Arm over his son's shoulder, John hobbled toward the car with Sam's support.

A grateful smile eclipsed Haley's face; she turned back to Dean with new excitement. "They're coming. You're going to be ok. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere." Haley reassured and soothed him.

Reaching the car, Sam skillfully maneuvered Dan into the backseat. Haley jumped in at his side without hesitation.

Placing his wounded father in the front seat, Sam dashed to the driver's seat and roared the engine.

Putting the pedal to the metal, Sam raced off to the nearby hospital. None of the four occupants having any idea that their journey was no where near over.

Holding you close, Chasing that moon

Spinning all night, Loving just who you are: Sparks flying in the dark. Shooting out lights, Running down dreams

Figuring out just what love really means: Baby, giving you my heart's a real fine place to start

Sara Evan's, "Real Fine Place To Start"