(I've had this done for a few days, and I wasn't going to post it yet, but I couldn't resist temptation. I just had to. And in response to the reviews last chapter; thank you. Could you guys be more amazing? I think not. Thank you for reviewing, and for informing me that yes I was indeed overreacting last time. I am so glad you guys aren't losing interest. That's my biggest fear with this story, because it would be karma. I can't tell you how often I have lost interest in a story and stopped reading it, and as hypocritical as it is, I don't want that to happen. But if any of you guys ever do start getting tired of this story, just tell me. No harm, no fowl. I hope you do review, but I understand if you don't. Not everyone can review every chapter. I hope you enjoy though!)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to OTH or SPN. But did you guys hear that OTH is confirmed for a whole 'nother season, and maybe another after that? I really hope that doesn't happen, and if I own OTH I would know when enough is enough.

Dedication: I've had the dedication for this chapter planned for awhile, because this chapter is one of my personal favorites, and so I wanted the dedication to be special, not that all of them aren't. But the dedication for chapter 21 of Life at Home goes to: Prettie Parker. And why is this girl so special? Because she's been a constant review/supporter for awhile now and her reviews never fail to make me smile. Not to mention, the fact that I'm a huge fan of her writing. When you're a huge fan of someone's work, and they turn around and applaud your own work, it means a lot. And I just want to thank you, Jenna. I hope that one day I can be half of the good writer that you are. Your words of encouragement mean so much to me, writer to writer.

Enough of the sappy moment, and lets get on with the story!

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Life At Home

Ch21 – What We're All Scared Of

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"Come on, Haley. I won't bite," the girl promised, not noticing her mess up. Too bad, Haley did.

She knew her name. How the hell? That's…bad, right? Yes, very very bad. "Um, do I know you?" Haley questioned back, taking a few steps away from the car. It seemed then that the girl realized her mistake. Her friendly façade dropped, and a blank expression with a scowl marred her pretty face.

"You should. I'm Anna," she answered, reaching her hand over to open the car door.

That's not good, Haley thought with panic. And she was right. It wasn't good.

"So, Anna," Haley said, testing out the name. The redhead pulled her limber body out of the car, and turned towards Haley with her head cocked. She didn't act human. Not to mention that she seemed a little disconnected, without human emotions or thoughts. It was a strange experience for Haley. She started slowly backing up, like Anna was a startled animal and Haley was trying to get away with her life. "Why should I know you?" Haley questioned, her feet stumbling against random debris on the ground.

Anna smirked at Haley, with a deadly look in her eyes. Like a predator looking at their pretty. She was graceful, compared to where Haley was clumsy. Not to mention that Anna wasn't human. There was no match, no competition. Haley was figurative dead meat.

Figurative because Anna didn't want her dead. No…not at all. The brunette in front of her was going to be a bargaining chip. A means to get Dean to say yes. Use a little torture, and Dean will be screaming yes, as long as they let poor little Haley go. Maybe it was cruel, and maybe a little evil, but they wanted good to persevere, and at that time Evil held all the cards.

"I'm a friend of Dean's," Anna answered, running her hand across the hood of her stolen car, as she passed it by. How she could look so innocent, and yet so deadly, Haley had no clue. She didn't realize that Anna was an angel.

"You know, I don't really make it a point to get to know Dean's 'friends'," she pointed out, still backing away. She stopped when her back hit a tree; she was on the edge of a part of woods. She would get lost if she went in it, but if she didn't she wasn't sure what would happen. Choices, choices.

"Dean does love his lady friends," Anna commented with a sly, almost shy looking, smile on her face, and Haley felt her blood boil. Anna was a very pretty girl, there was no denying that. Obviously a little psychotic, but did Haley really think that would stop Dean from seducing a girl? No, not for a second. Haley was also pretty sure they had slept together, and she was also pretty sure this Anna character was trying to rile her up. And that plan was working beautifully. She felt an intense, irrational jealousy serge through her body. She wanted to kill Anna. Or at least harm her extremely. She knew deep down that she couldn't though. There was just something radiating off of Anna, which screamed a warning at Haley. And she had always been one to trust her gut feeling. Although, it usually steered her wrong.

"Lady Friend, sluts. Tomato, tomatoe." She shrugged, feigning indifference as her hands blindly reached for something, anything to help her out of the situation she was in. She knew that she had to move, having her back up against a tree was an awful position to be in, in that moment, but she didn't know what to do. She wasn't versed in life or death situations. Give her a test, a song, an uncooperative student, or many other things, and she could handle them without a problem, but Haley wasn't an athletic girl, so she didn't even have that to fall back on. She was the kind of girl you protected, not the kind you let get into a life or death situation. It was part of the reason she had attracted Dean. He needed to be the protector. He needed a damsel in distress, so to speak. And now that was biting Haley in the ass. She wasn't even sure that she would get out of that situation alive. Or at least unharmed.

She was eighty percent sure that Anna was part of the master plan to get Dean to say yes to Michael. It was slightly obvious. Why else would a random girl be subtly threatening to Haley? No reason, unless the girl was just a psycho. Although, in Tree Hill that was a likely situation. She would fit in perfectly with Psycho Derek, Dante, or even Dan Scott himself.

Anna paused at the hood of the car, standing at the end closest to Haley. She looked down, a sparkling object appearing, seemingly out of air, but not really. She looked down at it with a small, secretive smile, and then looked up at Haley, under her long lashes. "Do you really want to be insulting me right now?" She questioned, in her light, bell voice. The sentence itself pulled in Haley's attention, and her eyes traveled south, widening as the caught sight of the object.

A sound of protest, and alarm slipped its way out of her throat, without her consent, and her body got sent into hyper drive. She needed to get away. Get away now. That was the only thing surging through her mind, through her system. She pushed off of the tree that she was resting on, and made her way around it, cowering behind it, but with her head peaking out. It was a futile attempt, she knew that, but she couldn't just stand there and wait for sudden death to come calling. That wasn't in her programming.

Anna's smile fell from her face as she looked at the frightened girl. She wanted to feel bad, to feel sorry, but she was an angel and feeling feelings was the first step of falling from grace. And she wouldn't let that happen. Not again. So what, if the sight of a scared girl pulled at any heart strings she might have. She had to push through it, and she would. She had to do this. She had to.

Haley briefly entertained the thought, that she had become the frightened animal, instead of Anna. That she was acting almost animalistic, just trying to get away. It was human nature though. Faced with death, they will fight to the end. And Haley fully intended to get out of that situation. She would not go down, not that way. She would save herself, prove she wasn't a damsel in distress, and sleep with Dean when she was done. Well...maybe not that last one. But she might indulge in one kiss. A brief one. Maybe.

"So, what are you?" Haley shot out, her voice squeaker then she would ever admit. "A demon?" She squeaked out, terror making her desperate for an answer, desperate for time. Desperate for everything. Desperate for Dean. Was it clichéd that as she faced, what she thought was, death that her last thought was with Dean. Maybe, but did it shock her? Not at all. She loved him, she always would, but was she supposed to have a epiphany at that moment. Know, in that moment, that the cat and mouse games she was playing with her love were wrong. That she should stop them, and the next time she saw Dean she should jump in his arms and kiss her troubles away.

Well, she didn't feel like that. She wasn't having an epiphany. The only thoughts flowing though her mind were ones of escape, and maybe one, or two, of Dean. She needed to get out, so she could see him again. Just one fleeting glance, that's all she was asking for. It wasn't too much to ask for was it? If there was a God out there, why couldn't he grant her that one wish? But then of course, he was MIA, she reminded herself tensely. He wasn't calling the shots, other angles were. And that thought made her queasy.

"No," Anna answered stiffly, all emotions void from her face. She was an angel, she shouldn't feel. Still, at that moment Haley didn't know that little fact. She suspected it, if she wasn't a demon she might be an angel, was a fleeting thought, but she didn't entertain it for long. She was a believer, always had been, so she didn't want to believe that angels, a type of beings so holy, could be cruel. How could they act evil, when they were supposed to embody everything good in the world? She didn't understand it, and doubted she ever would. She wanted a fairytale afterlife, a fairytale God and Devil, heaven and hell, where good always beats evil. That wasn't too much to ask for, was it? Why couldn't, at least that, be simple.

It sounds so simple to start with. Good and Evil. Sounds so cut and dry. Like Black and White. Why couldn't it really be like that? Why did there have to be half good, and half bad? Why did there have to me multiple shades of grey? There was beauty in simplicity. Wasn't that a saying? Yes, she was sure she had heard it before. Then, if that was a saying, why wasn't anything simple?

She felt her breath start to come out in harsh pants. A panic attack, that's just what she needed in that moment. Yeah, make herself even more weak, with no possibility for escape. She knew, deep deep down that she was overreacting, but that crazy bitch was holding a knife. What was she supposed to do? Keep calm?

"Get in the car, Haley," Anna demanded, in a ask-no-questions voice. It spoke authority. Hell, she was tempted to just listen. There was something about Anna that was calming. Something that made Haley want to listen. Something that told Haley, that less harm would be done to her if she listen. But she was a fighter, or in that case, a hider until the end. She wasn't going to lie down and take it like a bitch. That wasn't her style.

She stepped around the tree, coming closer to Anna. Stupid move? Maybe, but she wasn't going to die while cowering behind a tree. That seemed embarrassing somehow. It didn't seem like something Dean would do, and channeling Dean sounded like a good idea to her, considering the situation she was in and just who Dean was. She stood in front of the tree, not bracing herself in front of it before, but keeping it in safe distance, and raised her chin. A defiant, "No," slipped from her lips, before she could overanalyze her actions.

Still with no emotions on her beautiful face, Anna took a threatening step forward. When she started to bring the knife upright, a small puppy-like whimper escaped Haley's lips, and that's as far as Anna got, before the familiar voice called out.

Both girls had been so involved in their 'show down', that they didn't hear the familiar roar of the Impala roar out, minutes before. They didn't hear it stop, the car door open and close, or Dean's heavy footsteps. They were so caught up in their own little world, that they didn't acknowledge the intruder, until he was ready to make himself know.

"Anna," Dean called out in a gruff voice, that he tended to use for 'business' only. Her head whipped around in surprise, and he needed no more encouraging before he pulled the trigger of the gun he was holding. A bullet hitting Anna right in the chest, crimson liquid oozing out around it.

At the sound of the gun shot, having never heard one in real life before, Haley let out an ear piercing scream. Oh, God. Oh, God. Raced through her mind. She found her back pressed back up against the tree, as her eyes fixed themselves on the blood coming out of Anna's wound. She watched, in horror, as Anna just glanced down unworriedly at the wound, before glancing back up.

Her mind clouded, and she started getting nausea. She clutched onto the tree behind her, as she wordlessly watched, what could only be described as the scuffle that Dean and Anna participated in. A few more gun shots, some strategic dodges, and then Anna was gone. Presumably have run off, after being bested by Dean. Haley didn't, couldn't, pay attention. The blatantly violence and danger doing nothing, but terrifying her deeply. She couldn't see Dean like that; she would have never been able to look at him the same way again.

She was lost to the real world. She was in Haley world, suffering from her inner torment. She was drowning, she was...lost. That was until Dean pulled her back. Until he saved her. He was good at doing that. He put his rough hand, on her soft arm, and she was back. She was with him. He was...splattered in blood.

She couldn't stop the tears from gathering in her eyes, and she couldn't stop the sob from escaping from her lips. She also couldn't resist seeking comfort in Dean's arms. Blood or no blood, she needed him. So she launched herself into his arms, and he readily accepted her, pulling her as close as he could get her. She was terrified, and just needed something. Something to make her feel better. To make her stop shaking. To prevent her from combusting.

He would make everything better. He always did.

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Brooke smiled over at Sam, somewhat shyly, which was rare for her. She was Brooke Davis, she didn't get shy, and she was confident and self assured in her sexuality. Shyness, well...she didn't wear it well. She was almost awkward, with her shyness. It fit like it was an oversized dress.

"So..." she trailed off meaningfully. Her eyes were darting everywhere. Left, right, up, down, everywhere.

"So," he echoed, with a grin, thinking she was adorable. She looked over at him, and saw his grin, bringing one of her own to her face.

"Shut up," she giggled, hitting his chest playfully. She left her hand on Sam's chest, patting it a few times, eyes back on the T.V. staring there meaninglessly.

"Why are you nervous, Brooke?" He questioned playfully, as he moved his hand to rest on her knee. She shot up off the couch quickly, like he had burned her, and he had to hold in his full bellied laugh.

"I'm not nervous," she denied, her voice a few octaves higher than it should have been. At his pointed look, she cleared her throat. "I'm not."

"Sure," he drew, laughing when she swatted at him halfheartedly.

"I was just thinking," she said, offhandedly. She turned her back on him and started walking into the kitchen, taking the empty container of ice cream with her. Sam followed, with a puppy dog-like nature.

"'Bout what?" He questioned back, admiring the view he got when she turned her back on him, once again, to throw away the empty ice cream container.

"Well, you're staying here tonight, right?" His ears peaked up at that question, and she turned back around to face him again. She reached a hand out, and started absentmindedly playing with his hand.

"Yes," he said warily. Her hand went from his own, up his arm, and then finally rested on his neck. The other followed the same path, until she was handing off of him. Her mouth inches from his.

"I was thinking you would stay," and then she paused. Sam was getting incredibly hot, with her pressed right up against him. How he got so lucky, he would never know. He leaned to get a kiss, but she pulled back a few inches. Giving her just enough room to whisper a few words. "In Peyton's old room," she finished. Then she flew out of his arms, and up her stairs, her giggles trailing her.

He stood stunned for a few seconds, before following her up the stairs.

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Haley opened up her front door, and held it open for Dean, him entering without a single word passed. He stood in front of it awkwardly, as she closed, and locked, up. When she was done making sure the door was secure, she turned and looked at him. A minute passed, before she grabbed his hand, wordlessly, and led him into the living room, and unto the couch. The sat, side by side, both waiting for the other to speak.

"Who was she?" Haley finally uttered - referring to Anna. She was starring intently at her hands, not daring to look up at Dean, afraid of what she would see. And the funny part? She wasn't afraid for the reasons she should have been. Sure, she was afraid because she had almost been hurt tonight, because her life was becoming increasingly crazy, and because she had watched Dean shoot somebody. Who wouldn't be afraid? But she was also afraid of what she would see on Dean's face. She was sure that Dean and Anna had slept together. Was it wrong that she was jealous? Or was she justified?

"An angel," he answered simply, starring at her and trying see what she was thinking, but she seemed closed off. She was justified though, she had seen, and been through, a lot that night. But that was his life. She had to get used to it, if she wanted to be a part of his life. But did she want that? He still didn't know.

"Did you sleep with her?" She was shocked when she heard him laugh, and her head shot up, so she could stare at him. She saw grim amusement on his face. "What?" She questioned, genially confused.

"You just saw...what you saw, and that's what you're asking?" He questioned, and laughed when she just nodded her head.

"You know," she started, and paused to collect her thoughts. Her hand blindly searched for his, and they tangled together when she found his. "Do you want to know what the worst part of my night was?" She asked him, looking straight into his striking green eyes.

"I could guess," he remarked, starring straight back. He wondered where the conversation was going, but he figured Haley would tell him.

"You flirting with Kendra," she said, and it shocked him immensely. How could that have been the worst part of her life? "And I sound like a total sap saying it, but it was. Dean, it was a horrible night, I'll be the first to say it. And Anna she was creepy as hell, but I was so jealous of her," she admitted. His hand reached out and caressed her cheek, from her forehead, down to her chin. He was savoring the feel of her. The feel of her skin.

"Good. I was doing it to make you jealous," he told her what she already knew. She just gave him a small smile.

"I want to say, that after dealing with that girl tonight, that all the hurt, and pain, and trust issues that I have towards you, just dissipated. I mean, that's what's supposed to happen when you face a life and death situation, right? Well, it didn't happen. But I knew then, while I may not completely trust you yet, I want to be with you Dean. I do," she whispered, leaning in a pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He couldn't help the grin that came to his lips, at her words.

"Well, I don't know," he said playfully, before leaning in a capturing her lips again. They kissed passionately, letting out every emotions they had been holding back, and just enjoying being together again. The kiss started getting more heated, and when his hands touched the top of her shirt, she pulled back, and pushed him away. She grabbed his face in between her hands, and looked at him closely.

"I meant what I said. I want to be with you, but I'm not ready for that yet. I don't trust you yet, Dean. But I know I can again. And I want to work on that, but I want to be with you now. Just not with you with you," she explained, before pressing a chaste kiss on his lips, which were still slightly parted. She gets up and pulls him up with her. She hugs him tightly. "You're ok in the guest room, right?"

"Yeah," he answers, when he was really screaming inside. He was never going to pressure her for anything, but he wanted to be with her. And he wasn't sure if she would ever let him in all the way, and he wasn't talking about in her pants. He was talking about her heart. 'Cause while he knew he was in there, he also knew she had her guard up still. And he wanted it down, more than anything, but he wasn't about to pressure her. He would never do that.

So instead he just watched with a heavy heart, as she headed up the stairs and into her bedroom. He looked around the room, before turning out the lights and following her lead. Where he would probably dream of either her, or hell. How fitting.

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Red hair covered a pretty face, as the owner of those two features looked down at her bleeding chest. She wouldn't die from the wound, no she couldn't die, but it did hurt her pretty bad. Anna flipped her red hair up, and turned her gaze to the house she was in front of. She watched as the lights went of, and the two occupants presuming went to bed. She could go in there, she could torment them, but those weren't her orders. And she would follow her orders to a 'T'.

With one more longing look towards the house, she turned her back on it. And then she slowly walked away, a trail of blood leading the way.

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(Did you like it? I found it SO MUCH FUN to write. Although, I had trouble writing Anna, and she turned out acting more like Ruby would, but none-the-less. I hope you read, enjoyed, and maybe even review. Speaking of which, I looked through the reviews a minute ago, and there are 94 reviews. AHHHH! I cannot tell you how happy I am, and I cannot tell you how happy I'll be if we get to 100. I would be speechless, let me tell you that. Anyways…I hope you enjoyed. You know, I find it funny how I keep saying, "I go back to school on the 18th, I don't have another chapter written, don't be expecting another chapter so soon." And then I come out with another one 'so soon'. But once again that applies. I do not have another chapter written, and I start school soon, but hopefully I'll have time to write, but wish me luck in starting school in three days. Anyways…tell me what you though, or not. You know whatever.)