Hey guys! Long time no see! I'm SO SORRY for not posting for like EVER! But I finished my LAST final this morning so you know what that means right? *Random crazy dance commenced* IT'S SUMMER TIMMEE! *Ahem* Sorry I got a little carried away *blush*.

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Chapter 25

I had stayed the night in Dean's hospital room never leaving his side – even if I needed the rest room – because nothing mattered unless he needed something; the doctor had said it would be okay to sit on his bed so I did. I lay down next to my older brother resting my head against the apex of his arm just under his shoulder; we simply laid there watching re runs of old TV shows.

It was only Dean and I this morning, John was nowhere to be found, and Dean said it was because he had another case but I knew better…he just didn't want to look at me. The anger I saw in his eye last night scared me, it reminded me of the night him and Sam fought… no better yet; it reminded me of that night five years ago when he came home way past midnight drunk. I was never sure if John knew this but he wasn't an 'I love everyone!' drunk like me, or a 'flirty' drunk Dean, nor was he a 'goofy' drunk like Sam. No, John Winchester was a 'belligerent' drunk.

*Natalie Memory*

I felt the sweat stain my clothes while laying sprawled out on my bed I continued to sweat barrels. The air conditioning for Sam and I's room had been busted for about four days now, ever since he and Dean had thought it would be a 'swell' idea to play some football inside our room and of course their competitive sides eventually took over. To sum it up; Sam missed a harsh pass. My clown fearing brother had gone to his friend Toby's house for the night for a 'project' – we both knew damn well he was just trying to escape the heat of our room. While Dean was passed out drunk in him room – he barely made it to bed after lurching a few times, but it was funny as hell to watch…that is until I was forced to help.

"That's it!" I growl, jumping off my bed and headed for the kitchen.

Despite my thin tank top and shorts it still wasn't enough to help my body find any trace of a cool from any surface. I sighed feeling slightly content as I stepped onto the cool marble tiles of our kitchen floor, walking over to the fridge I pulled out a chilled water bottle and immediately began to chug it. While doing so I slowly lowered myself onto the floor, feeling my skin raise slightly at the cold contact.

'This is the life….' I thought, feeling relaxed as a small smile curved my lips. However it wasn't for long.

I was jolted by the sound of a slamming door, immediately springing up off the floor I shot out of the kitchen in seconds, but sighed feeling relieved – and slightly silly – when I realized it was only my dad. I watched as he stumbled slightly walking into the house, I knew he'd call me to help so I walked over to our father and pulled his arm over my shoulder.

"Need help?" I ask, looking up at him with a soft smile.

"No…" he mumbled, pulling away from me.

"Dad come on, I don't wanting you passing out on the floor." I tried to reasoning but he only got more aggressive.

"I said NO!" he yelled, pushing me away.

"GEEZ! I okay excuse me for just trying to help!" I huffed as he pulled away from me completely.

"How dare you talk to me like that?!" he slurred.

"Sorry I didn't mean to yell, but all I was just trying to help you and you-" my words were cut off by a loud thundering clap and a sharp sudden sensation of pain that radiate from my left cheek. I looked up at my dad once I had regained balance, my hands immediately nursing the burning wound.

"Go to your room!" he drunkenly booms, I didn't need to be told twice. I ran into my hellishly hot room ignoring how the heat made me feel and curled up onto my bed crying and raking my mind for what the hell I did to upset him.

*Natalie memory end*

"Hey, hello, Nat, Natalie, anyone in there? Hellloooooo." Dean pipes up in a whiny tone, pulling me off my seat on the 'memory train'.

"Yeah?" I reply, craning my neck slightly to look up at him.

"You okay? You seemed upset."

"What made you think that?" I asked looking curious, because if I had a 'tell' I needed to know it.

"You were quiet." He replied simply, with a smug grin that I wanted to knock right off his stupid face!

"Well you do more than both our shares of talking." I shrugged in response, looking back at the TV.

"Brat." Dean chuckles, I smiled as I heard his comment and the vibrations I felt radiating from his chest comforted me.

"Meat head." I shot back with a grin of my own.

There was a short moment of silence up until footsteps made their way into the room. Neither of us bothered to look at the balding man who had walked in holding a chart, I noticed him from the corner of my eye and thought.

'Could we leave soon?'

"Well hello there, Dean." The man piped up, getting both Dean and I's attention this time.

"Hey Doc." Dean coolly greeted.

"Well I was just looking over your chart and you're just about ready to be released, just a few more checkups and you'll be ready to go. Your guardian has already signed you out and paid so everything's good for you to leave." The doctor stated, lowering the chart down to his sides.

"Great, just a few checkups left?" Dean asks wanting to be sure.

"Yup, I'll send a nurse Nancy in here soon." The doctor replied, turning on his heel he left.

"Awesome! Just a few more…Dean?" I trailed off when I saw the disgusted and freaked out look on my brother's face. "What is it dude?" I asked nudging him slightly to get his attention.

"We're leaving now." Was all he replied with practically pouncing off his bed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa there bro. the doctor says-" my lecture was immediately cut off.

"The nurse he's sending in in such a creeper!" I whined, looking at me with pleading eyes "She was WAY more touchy feely than ANYONE her age needs to be!" I gave my brother a hard look before setting him back down onto his bed.

"Dean I don't give a damn if she's fricking Jubba the Hut, you're getting this check up!" I scolded. It took all I had not to laugh at the childish pout Dean had on his face, he looked like a kid whose ice cream had been taken away.

We went back and forth arguing for a few moments until a noise caught both our attention, except I could have sworn Dean nearly jumped out of his skin. I turned around to see a woman who was probably in her mid-forties leaning her left arm against the door frame popping her right hip. The sultry look on her face made me cringe but visibly made Dean gag. She walked over attempting to sway her hips in a way that was nowhere near attractive; suddenly she pulled at the hem of her glove and let it go allowing it to snap against her wrist.

"Hello Dean." She purred, practically devouring my brother with her eyes. It took all I have not to laugh.

The whole situation was so cheesy and comical but I knew if I stayed any longer I'd let out an extremely offending booming laugh, I skipped out of the room giving one last glance at my brother who looked like was just about ready to faint.

I pushed past the rest room door, I sighed slightly relieved when I noticed I was the only one in there, not a second later I began to practically cackle at Dean's misfortune with Nurse Nancy. I had laughed so long and hard I was now silent laughing and clapping my hands however I noticed I look like a retarded seal once I caught my reflection in the mirror before me. I stopped myself but was no giggling incessantly.

After a few more minutes I had finally calmed down, my cheeks now aching. I walked over to the sink to wash my face; I ran the tap for a couple of seconds before slashing some of the liquid onto my face. Suddenly I felt my eyes go wide in confusion; blood.

"What the?!" I whispered, pulling up left sleeve in one swift movement I winced slightly when I saw the…mistake I had made yesterday now gaping slightly dribbling fresh blood.

"Damn it." I huffed, walking over to the tissue container I grabbed about a hand full of tissue making half wet and keeping the other half dry. I began to clean my wound.

Finally I cleaned the wound again before heading out the door, as I walked down the hall I noticed a cart it had simple medical supplies and my eyes landed on the item I needed most at the moment; Band-Aids. I casually walked over to the cart 'accidentally' knocking into it, however I realized my little act wasn't needed as no one was around. I slipped into the empty room that the cart had been parked in front of, I pulled off all the unnecessary pieces before finally securing it over my wound. The Band-Aid had been one of those big chunky ones for large scrapes, cuts, and burns which was good, now I could say I burned myself if anyone asked.

Reaching Dean's room I was just in time to see him shrug his jacket on, how long had I been gone for?

"You done with your check up already?" I asked, slightly surprised that Nancy had been so quick with Dean.

"No, I told her I think I had a fever so she went to go get a thermometer, and I don't wanna stick around to find out what end it goes in!" Dean exclaimed, running past me grabbing onto he wrist and he pulled me along. I winced slightly as I grabbed my bad wrist but I was okay, I couldn't help but giggle at how freaked out my brother seemed, I was so glade Dean's always so care free and well…stupid.

We made out and into the car in record time, closing the doors Dean reached into his front pocket looking relieved to feel his keys, pulling them out he pushed them into the ignition and started up the car. I smiled at the growing grin on Dean's face as he heard the roar of his baby's engine.

"I missed you baby!" he chuckled, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

"Hey, get a room why don't ya!" I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Take a hike kid." Dean laughed, pulling the car John had brought out of the parking lot and onto the road.

"So Nat, anything new?" he asked, glancing over to me for a second before looking back out onto the road. My eyes shifted down to my wrist, I clenched the hidden offending wound. What was I supposed to say?

'Yeah Dean dad pushed me around, I ran into the woods, smoked and later sliced into my wrist. What about you?' I thought, it sounded stupid enough in my head; it would no doubt sound a billion times more stupid if I said it aloud.

"Nope, nothing much." I lied, I hated lying to Dean because he never lied to me. Man I was a bitch. "What about you?" I asked, hoping to get away from my guilt filled thoughts.

"Well besides meeting Satan's wife, nothing much." Dean joked, smiling. I shook my head.

"Please you should meet my teachers! They are like hell's minions!" I laughed.

The rest of the car ride was pleasant, that was until 'Back in Black' by AC/CD began to blast through the car's speakers. In perfect unison Dean and I bobbed our heads to the beats, I was guitar while he was drums – it was easier to do while driving. We sand at the top of our lungs never missing a lyric or note.

"~YES I'M BACK, WELL IM BACK, YES IM BACK, WELL I'M BA-A-A-ACK, BA-A-ACK, YES I'M BACK IN BLACK, OH YEAH!~" I loved this moment, Dean and I acting like our natural foolish selves not a caring how horrible we must have sounded, howling like hungry cats. I didn't care thought because it was so much fun.

We managed to get half way through 'High way to Hell' by the time we reached the motel room. I pulled out the room's key. Dena immediately flung himself onto the bed, wincing slightly but soon smile of content overtook his features. I walked past him and over to my bed, reaching for the remote began to flip through the channels not really paying attention.

"Hey I'm gonna get some shut eye, you should probably do that too." Dean murmured before snuggling himself under his covers.

I nodded in agreement as I too shrugged myself under the covers, still flipping through the channels but soon my eyes got heavy and my channel surfing stopped at what sounded like a weather report. Just as I was about to drift off into the slumber my eyes slid open for a moment before closing once again, but not for long. I shot up out of bed, staring at the TV as my eyes nearly bugged out of my head at the news report.

"Earlier this morning seventeen year old girl Caroline Rebaiz's body was found by four hikers in Anderson Woods. It's reported that the young girl had committed suicide the night prior; police officials say it must have been somewhere around ten to eleven in the afternoon. However officials hey are not releasing how she had done it." The man droned on but I felt my heart drop into my stomach.

'H-how?! I was just with her last night she didn't seem like she was-' suddenly I stopped and recalled something the girl…Caroline had said 'I won't need it where I'm going.' My mind raced on.

'How could I have been so stupid as not to read into that? How could I have let her die?! This is all my fault…I should have known! I should have stopped her and now she's…' I could no longer think straight as I struggled to muffle sobs not to wake Dean.

I jumped out of bed and ran into the rest room, closing the door gently behind me before throwing myself against the wall and falling onto the floor in a sobbing mess.

The car ride home was silent, my thoughts were only about Caroline and what were the million things I could have done to stop her. Dean hadn't tried talking to me since I told him I was PMSing to which he just cringed and remained silent. Suddenly I felt my thigh vibrate, I reached into my front pocket and paled at the name 'Haley'.

"You gonna get that?" Dean asked, glancing over at me.

"I…I guess…" I replied, hesitating slightly to answer the phone. "Hello?" I spoke into the phone.

I knew Haley would be fuming, yelling at me for ditching her or at least for not calling. I knew I was a bad friend, hell I wouldn't be my friend if I had a choice, I mean I lie all the time and I'm just a really…weird person anyway. I had somewhat prepared myself for Haley's reprimanding, closing my eyes and I waited to accept whatever she'd throw at me, she had a right to go nuclear on me, I mean what friend isn't there for their best friend when they're in the hospital? Me, because I'm a shitty friend. However none of the blows ever came.

"Hey babe, Malik told me you had some family emergency is everything okay?" she asked, her voice as chirpy as usual…wait, what?

"You're not dying or something are you? I mean this isn't like a Hail Mary, right?" I asked, unsure as to why she hadn't yelled at me yet.

"Nat it's not like you had a choice, it's fine and I'm fine too!" she laughed, I really couldn't fight back the smile her voice forced onto my face, Haley always managed to make me feel better – even if she didn't realize it.

"I guess…" I replied, trailing off. I was completely my choice, Dean said I could stay and I chose not to. "So do they know what made you throw up corn syrup on my bathroom floor?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

"Hahaha, yeah they do. My doctor said I just had a scratch on the back of my throat that got agitated and bled slightly. No biggie happens to a lot of people apparently." I smiled, I felt as if an elephant had been lifted from my shoulders.

"That's great Haley! Well I'll be home in about an hour so I'll stop by to check on you, that cool?" I asked, no feeling happier then I had all night.

"You better bitch!" Haley laughed into the phone.

"Whatever Hoe!" I laughed back "Okay I'll talk to you later! Mwah!" I giggled, making a kissing noise as I puckered my lips.

"Mwah! Later babe!" she replied before shutting her phone. I smiled down at the phone in my hands, just like that Haley made me feel the bipolar opposite to how I felt earlier.

"So I take it Hay's better?" Dean piped up, grinning over to me.

"Yup! Never better!" I chirped.

(Haley's P.O.V)

'Damn it.' Was my only thought after snapping my phone shut 'I hate lying to Nat…' I thought, feeling like an utter bitch for lying to my best friend.

"Ready to go inside Haley?" my nurse asked, looking down at me. I nodded. As Lindsey wheeled me back into the hospital I couldn't stop all my thoughts about Natalie.

'What if she finds out I'm lying? What if she thinks I'm a freak? What if she gets fed up with me and leaves me?' my last thought made my eyes sting, it had happened before people stopped talking to me because they were tired of how depressing my condition was, hell I don't have any contact with my family but Christmas cards now.

"Are you okay Haley?" I heard Lindsey ask, I nodded my head, I didn't want to talk about this. "If that's what you wan-" damn she knew how to press my buttons!

"I can't help but think Natalie would run for the hills as soon as she finds out where I'm heading. People say their just protecting my feelings but that's a complete lie…their just protecting themselves."

"Haley, Haley, Haley… how long have you and Natalie been best friends?" Lindsey asked, she knew perfectly well how long. Lindsey was a thirty eight year old house nurse who had been taking care of my since I was practically born.

"Nearly ten years…" I mumbled, Nat and I had met at six…we were turning sixteen sometime this year so I guess I could claim the big one-zero a little ahead of time.

"Exactly, had she ever given any indication she was even thinking of leaving you?" I shook my head "My point exactly, now quite pouting!" the blonde haired nurse laughed, ruffling my hair making stick up at odd ends.

"HEY!" I giggled, fighting off her hand.

"That's the Haley I know!" she laughed, removing her hand.

We reached my room and she helped me onto my bed, I was still slightly fatigued from all the blood loss but not as bad as I was the first night. When I first got to the hospital I couldn't even open my eyes but two blood transfusions later and here I am. I watched Lindsey leave my room before letting out a lengthy sigh.

"Hey h-honey…" I heard a feminine voice call out, I looked over to see my mother walking in with my father still holding her to his side.

Both their eyes were puffy and blood hot, while their faces held evidence of tear stains while their noses were redder than a fire hydrant. My mother could barely keep the smile from falling off her face, I could tell she wanted to seem like everything was going to be okay…but I knew it wasn't.

"Hey mom!" I chirped, doing my best to give the impression I was perfectly fine.

"H-How are you feeling baby?" my dad asked, his voice broke slightly. My dad was usually the one to handle the doctor's new better, so this must have been bad.

"Great! Natalie's coming later!" I giggled, over doing the excitement I felt to see my retarded but loving friend. I mean I really wanted to see Nat, but not bouncing up and down in my bed badly.

"Gre-at!" my mom choked half way through her comment.

"Is everything okay mom? Pop?" I asked, looking in between both parents playing dumb.

"Yes! Of course it is!" my father replied a little too quickly, but I nodded accepting his lie, it made them feel better when they thought I knew nothing.

"Well I was kinda hoping I could get a nap in before Nat gets here, that okay?" I asked.

"Of course!" my father replied, doing his best to appear strong for both him and my mother.

They barely made it out the door when my mom began to cry again. I rolled away from the door of my room not wanting anyone to bother me as my mind reeled back to earlier this morning. They thought I was asleep so it was safe to talk in my room, but they were wrong. I heard the entire conversation my parents had with Dr. Phillip but known to me as Dr. Phil – he hates it when I call him that because he looks a lot like the actual Dr. Phil.

I closed my eyes as the scene from this morning replayed in my mind like a movie reel.

*Haley Memory (10am this morning)*

I heard the door to my hospital room open but didn't move as I tried to drift off back into me sleep, I hated being such a light sleeper.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Stevens." I heard Dr. Phil greet, closing the door behind him. "Is Haley asleep?" he asked and I could feel him look over to me.

"Yes, so what happened Phillip? What's wrong? Is there something wrong? She's fine right, right?" I heard my other worriedly ramble on.

"Well…I'm afraid there isn't any good news about Haley's…incident." I replied, sighing sadly.

"What do you mean?" I heard my father ask.

"Well to put a positive spin please remember that Haley's life expectancy was never to pass ten years old, she's now fifteen. Please remember that."

"What is it?! What's wrong with our baby?!" I heard my mother damned, straining herself to refrain from screaming.

"Her...her body is beginning to shut down…she…Haley may not make it to her sixteenth birthday..."

*Haley Memory end*

I suddenly felt my bed dip, I immediately smiled, I knew exactly who it was. I leapt up and threw my arms around my best friend's neck locking her into a tight hug as she squeaked in surprise at my unexpected action.

"Geez Haley! You scared the crap out of me!" Natalie exclaimed, returning my hug, just as tightly. "So how are you feeling?"

"Great now!" I laughed, letting her go and she did the same.

We chatted for a while, it really was amazing how simply seeing Natalie smile lifts my spirits to new heights. She was such a strong girl and amazingly clumsy but I guess that's what I love, we're always our crazy selves around each other. We laughed at the most random of things and sometime even at nothing. Natalie said Dean allowed her to stay until I was discharged so I was really happy, I couldn't have asked for anything else.

It was now the middle of the night, we shared my hospital bed lying next to each other. My head was of Natalie's chest an our legs were tangled together, we always joked how she was the guy in our relationship. The nurses had done their rounds and the hospital was now dark, the TV that hung from my hospital room wall illuminated most of the room as we watch our favorite movies; 'The Goonies' and 'The Breakfast Club' being some of them.

Suddenly I felt Natalie shift from under me and sit up straight, waiting for me to do the same, so I did.

"What is it Nat?" I asked, looking at her feeling slightly sleepy.

"Haley you know I love you right?" she unexpectedly asked, but I nodded none the less.

"I love you too Nat." I replied, running my hand through my hair

"Good…because what I'm about to tell you may send you running to the hills…" she trailed off looking at me with her amazingly beautiful miss-matched eyes.

"What is it Nat?" I asked feeling slightly worried, suddenly I became frantic "You're not moving away are you?!" I exclaimed helplessly, clutching onto her shoulders.

"NO!" she immediately replied, putting my nerves at ease.

"Then?" I asked, looking back at her. What would have her looking so shaken up? "What are you like actually a dude?" she shook her head with a smile but soon became serious again.

"Haley we've been best friends for a really long time and I've…" she trailed, taking a deep breath she continued "…I've keeping a big secret from you about my life…a big secret." She finished.

Well looks like I'm not going to sleep anytime soon, not that I could now anyway.

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