Nothing Else Matters

Maybe I was wrongMaybe I was looking in all the wrong placesMaybe I was wrongMaybe I was searching all the wrong places

After spending the afternoon with Haley on a park bench while Sammy ran around the playground like a monkey off its leash, Dean was surprised he actually enjoyed being a family man.

No spirits were vanquished, no demons sent back to hell and yet the deepest sense of fulfillment coursed through Dean's body. Looking around he knew it was Haley and Sammy that brought peace to his heart. Watching the loving way they looked at him, the way he could feel they needed him made Dean feel more complete than any hunt ever had.

Through the long, easy going day, Dean gathered some information about the place he had magically awoken into. One, it was five years in the future. The date on the newspaper proved it. Two, he and Haley had been an item since Sammy. He managed the weasel the information out of her without arising too much suspension over why he didn't remember that fact. And three, Sam was gone but he left of his own will.

Dean had countless questions when it came to his brother and what he was up to but when his name slipped from Dean's lips, an unmistakable sadness blinded Haley's orbs.

He watched her visually cringe as Sam's name filtered through her ears.

Looking off into the distance as tears filled her eyes but never fell, Haley silenced him quietly. "The road to Hell is paved with good intentions."

Dean couldn't bare the sight of her in so much pain, so he dropped the subject. The look in Haley's eyes, her vague statement told Dean things, unspoken things. That Sam was involved with something bad for what he thought was good reasons and that Haley felt her best friend was lost in the shadows of darkness.

When the long, active day ended, like two book ends, Haley and Dean sat on opposite sides of their son's bed. Watching him with amazement and a heart beating full of love, the way you only can when staring at your child, the best piece of you.

Brushing the blonde hair from his tired eyes, Haley's leaned down a placed a soft kiss on her young son's forehead.

Pulling back, his cheek still cupped in her hand, Haley looked into her little boy's eyes with a mothers love. "Goodnight, sleep well." Gazing upon her son Haley smiled tenderly.

Maybe I was wrongMaybe I was dreamless and full of sufferingMaybe I was wrongEvery time you said you loved me I went running on my own

Climbing from the bed, Haley wanted to give her men a moment together. There was so little time for these moments that were just their own, Haley tried to make a point of giving them father son time when she could.

Turning back at the doorway, Haley looked to Dean. "Meet you in our room." She smiled softly at the sight of the man she loved. Her heart fluttering, he was home and with the child their love created.

Unable to deny her glowing smile, Dean returned it with a smirk and nod to his head.

As soon as Haley disappeared, Sammy grabbed a hold of his father's long sleeve flannel shirt and gave it tug, calling for his attention.

Dean's green eyes turned back to his son, just in time to watch his tiny mouth open and begin a moment Dean would never forget.

"Daddy, I know it makes mommy sad to talk about Uncle Sam but I have to tell you something." The little blonde haired cutie got straight to the point. Knowing it was bedtime, he didn't waste time.

As soon as Sam's name passed from little Sammy's lips Dean's attention was fully captured. His eyebrows knitted as his gaze zeroed in on his miniature. "What's that, Buddy?" Dean questioned, the anticipation mounting.

A big toothy smile filled Sammy's mouth, his face light up in a way just like his mother's could. "You can help Uncle Sam." Sammy confessed, glad he couldn't finally tell his daddy what he had to say.

With narrowing eyes, Dean watched his son with confusion and intrigue. Dean had searched all day for information on Sam and here he was sitting with a four year old and getting his best lead. "What do you mean?" Dean probed, hoping his son would share more.

Suddenly the boy grew serious, his eyes drilling into his father's as he folded his arms to his chest like a grown up.

Glancing at the door to make sure they were still alone, Sammy's focused eyes returned to his father. "Stay together. Make Uncle Sam see. There's no light where's its dark, only more darkness." Sammy whispered as if he had revealed a big secret.

Seeing the intensity hanging in his son's youthful blue eyes, Dean's throat went dry. A chill ran up his spine. Dean was almost afraid to ask how Sammy knew this, what he meant by darkness.

Taking a deep breath to focus, Dean licked his lips ready to question his son further when suddenly the boy relaxed.

Dropping all seriousness, a soft smile returned to his face as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. Gazing up at his daddy with big innocent eyes, Sammy asked the most important question of all. "Will you remember me, Daddy?"

Dean couldn't help but melt when those baby blues hit him, a need for him hanging in Sammy's pupil. A smile filled Dean's face matching his son's. "I'll remember you." He promised, certainty thick on his breath. Dean wasn't sure of many things but he knew he'd never forget this boy, his boy… never.

Maybe I was wrongMaybe I was looking in all the wrong facesMaybe I was wrongMaybe I was searching all the wrong places

Quick the little boy lunged forward, wrapping his daddy in a tight hug. Squeezing tightly for a moment the little boy released. Lying back, he nestled into his single size bed, before smiling up at his daddy one last time. "Good, see you later Daddy." Sammy's tiny voice called, something deeply prophetic in his words.

Dean was left staring and amazed as the boy turned from him, nestling into bed. Frozen for a moment by wonder, something inside Dean told him his moment was important.

Letting out a heavy exhale, giving his boy a gentle pat on his arm, Dean slowly raised from the bed and left.

Entering the master bedroom, Dean was surprised to find it empty. No Haley in sight.

Taking a moment to relax, he went to the bed and took a seat on the edge. Sammy's words rang in his head over and over again. What had the little boy meant, about any of it? A shiver returned to his spine with the weight of Sammy's words on his mind.

Just when his mind began to break down every word and its definition, a voice broke free through his mind chatter. "Want a beer?" She called, like the voice of an Angel.

Looking up, Dean instantly spotted Haley in doorway, leaning against the frame with two dangling beers in her hand.

That sexy smirk lifted Dean's face, all remnants of stress gone. "You're good." He said with pleasant surprise.

The appearance of his tempting grin put a heated wanting in her chocolate orbs as she walked to him. "I aim to please." Haley smiled softly, handing him a cold beer.

Taking the cold bottle in hand, Dean brought it to his lips. "You succeeded." He grinned widely, pleased before tilting the bottle back for a swig.

Taking a quick sip of her beer, Haley placed it on their dresser. Getting to it with the comfortable ease you find after being with a man for many years, Haley reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled the fabric over her head.

Her bare skin caught his eyes, creamy skin only restrained by a black bra, a wicked smirked filled Dean's lips with approval.

Moving to the door, Haley closed it quietly. Turning to face him, she leaned her back against the door as their eyes locked.

Reaching behind her back, Haley locked the door. "So I was thinking we could give last night another shot. See if we can't get you to remember this time." Coyness to the movement of her lips, flirtation in her eyes. Even after all these years Dean still made her weak in the knees.

Licking his lips as if they burned and looking at Haley they almost did. Sexy grin finding his lips, as Dean nodded his head. "You are definitely the one." A quick chuckle escaped him briefly; it amazed him how certain he could feel while looking at her.

If I knew you were coming for me, I would have stayed in one placeIf I knew you were coming for me, I would have made my peaceBut I can see now, I'm coming home