It Only Hurts

It only hurts when your eyes are open

Lies get tossed and truth is spoken

It only hurts when that door gets open

Dreams are lost and hearts are broken

The night Haley and Dean came together, Sam walked out the door and didn't come back.

As soon as the sunlight broke through the motel window, Dean awoke. Exposed beside Haley in the sheets, his heart shot into gear as he instantly realized Sam hadn't returned.

Quickly putting themselves back together, they frantically searched for Sam all over the town.

The burger joint down the street remembered him, tall man like Bigfoot, ordered two burger combos and a salad just before closing. No one in town had seen him since.

Dean blew up Sam's phone, calling almost every minute. No answer, GPS off. The trace went cold like a ghost at dawn and the terrifying game of searching and waiting began.

Forty-eight hours later, parked on a lone turn off along the highway just outside of town, Dean held the cell phone to his ear with an idyll hand. Sam's voicemail filled his eardrum yet again and Dean let out an audible frustrated grumble with the sound of the beep.

"Loosing my mind here man, wherever you are, call me."

Dean kicked the dirt, releasing frustration before turning back to Haley. Her apprehensive eyes searched his for any news as she leaned against the shiny black car.

A Grimace filled his face for having to deliver her more bad news; Dean shook his head, negative.

Sighing heavily, Haley shook her head at a loss. "You think he saw us? You think that's why he left?" She questioned, the underlying fear clear to hear on her breath. Haley felt guilty with wonder over the possibility she sent her best friend running for the hills.

With a shake of his head, Dean dismissed the idea. His heart began to speed up again, he knew better.

"No," He spoke low on his rough breath. Eyes downcast, Dean went for the car. Locating a paper from under the seat, he pulled out an enveloped he had been hiding, from himself more than anyone.

Making his way back over to Haley, Dean mumbled his concern to her but mostly to himself.

"I think we have much bigger problems." The tension was clear to see in his furrowed brow as he handed Haley the envelope. Fighting the urge to let his hand shake, Dean had never been so nervous.

Taking the plain white envelope in her hands, Haley eyed Dean with question in her focused gaze. Keenly aware this paper held importance. "What's this?" She asked.

Running an agitated hand roughly down his prickled face, Dean leaned against his car, beside her.

"It's a letter. Last thing my dad left for me… read it." His voice half dead, the implication of his words were heavy on his breath and mind.

Fingering the enveloped in her hands, Haley hesitated. If this was the last word from John to his son, Haley wasn't sure she felt comfortable invading that. "This was meant for you. I don't know if it would be appropriate for me to…"

Dean's green eyes shot to her, something tortured in his iris. Silencing the words on her lips, Haley had rarely seen him show so much emotion. "Haley," His rough voice pleaded.

Nodding slowly, Haley could see he needed this without him having to say it. Whatever was in this letter, he needed her to know. "Ok," She conceded with a slow unsure nod.

With careful fingers Haley pulled the letter free. Unfolding the paper, Haley's eyes fell to the first words, and instantly her attention was captivated.

Her chocolate eyes grew wide, as words shot off the page at her. Words like, yellow eyed demon, demon blood and time bomb. While other words stilled the breath on her lips, like Stanford, special abilities, hell soldier, monster.

Then Haley reached the last paragraph and her jaw went slack as her throat went dry. Her name was mentioned, clear and correctly spelled. It said she could help save him. It said, Missouri revealed, by his side Haley would keep the darkness at bay and raise a child that could save them all.

In shock Haley's eyes stayed wide in awe as they lifted from the page to Dean.

"This is a joke right?" Falteringly weak smile edged on the corner of her mouth, Haley knew in her heart it wasn't.

Heart racing in his chest, Dean held her gaze, burden wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. "I wish it was." The look on her face hit him in the gut, he hated having to be the one to show her that.

Haley's face dampened with the tribulation, as his grim fate rattled her bones.

"And you've known about this since he died?" The disbelief was easy to detect on her tone.

Gaze drifting out onto the fields of grass that lined the road, unable to meet her eyes when he admitted it, Dean silently shook his head yes. It had burdened him to keep the secret from her and Sam but knowing it would only torment them too, Dean wanted to carry the load for them.

Shaking her head with the shock of it all, Haley let out a heavy sigh. Running an agitated hand through her hair to relieve the tension, she tried to wrap her mind around the impossible.

Clearing his throat, Dean hesitated for a moment then went for it. Quick and clean, like amputating a limb. "There's something else." He began, his words slow and rough, a struggle to share.

Haley turned to Dean, fear building in her chocolate eyes. "I'm almost afraid to ask."

Dean nodded with understanding as he caught her out of the corner of his eye. He was terrified to tell her. He hadn't told anyone this and he knew Haley's reaction wouldn't be pleasant.

Taking a deep breath as the pressure began to build inside, Dean spoke before he could over think it and back out.

"Just before he died, Dad said I have to save Sam… from himself," he paused, his eyes closing for a second as he cringed internally.

"And if I can't…" Heart pounding in his ears like the beat of a drum, Dean took another deep breath and went for it.

"I have to kill him." His voice ended deep and low, barely able to spit out the words. The pounding inside him reached its peak as he waited for her reaction with palpable anticipation.

Haley's face whipped back to him in a flash with chocolate eyes full of alarm. "What?" She choked out.

Taking a deep breath, Dean finally turned to face her. His piercing green eyes didn't flinch, only confirming his words.

Her head shook vigorously in protest, as Haley reacted on instinct. "No, no way, absolutely not… That's insane!" She shouted venting her bewilderment. Tears filled her eyes as for a moment the thought of Sam being gone forever crossed her mind.

Watching her carefully, Dean shrugged his shoulders, unable to disagree or deny it. Seeing the tears wet her eyes put an ache in his heart and part of him regretted telling her… regretted hurting her.

"I'd never do it." He confessed, suffering in his green eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Haley tried to calm herself. Seeing the worry burdening his green eyes that were normally so strong, Haley knew this secret was killing him. If there was anything Haley knew about Dean, it was that Sam meant everything to him.

He needed her to be strong, strong for him; she could see it in his eyes. So Haley went to Dean to give him what he needed most.

Cupping his face gently in her hands Haley spoke soothingly. "I know you wouldn't. You're dad was a great man, but he is wrong about this, Dean." Her chocolate orbs held so much empathy in them for him.

Always standing by his hero, Dean stepped back from her grasp. Lightly shaking his head no, Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Hasn't been wrong yet. Not about mom, not about Jess, not about the dreams." Dean was forced to remind her. He had seen too much in his days to brush those events off as coincidence and the only lead he had to go off of was that letter.

"Come on, think about it… Sam? Our Sam, who freaks out when you litter and knows the words to poetry by heart. He couldn't hurt a fly." Certainty hung in Haley's gaze as she drilled it on Dean, trying to remind him who his brother is and isn't. Trying to make him see this wasn't set in stone.

Nodding slightly, Dean could admit she was right about that. Sammy always had a gentle nature, he was born with it but Dean couldn't ignore what was in front of his face either. "Things are happening, Haley. These dreams, something is starting, you can't deny that and we're right in the middle of it." He barked, not at her but the world. Angry that once again all the shit had landed at his door.

Letting his words sink in, left Haley with an uneasy feeling deep in her gut.

She began to pace, kicking up dirt with every step. It was true something was happening, like the letter said it would but she refused to believe her best friend could become a monster.

Running a hand through her silk locks, Haley turned back to Dean, trying to explain it as she saw it. "I know something weird is going on but I believe being good or evil is a choice. And I know my best friend would never make the wrong one. He doesn't have it in him." No room for doubt lived in her gaze of steal. Haley tried to deliver Dean faith, letting him know she didn't believe for a second, Sam would ever become the creature that letter described his fate to be.

Licking his lips, Dean felt the first signs of hope trickle in since his father laid all that baggage on him months ago. With Haley's stability and spirit on his side, part of Dean felt unstoppable like a powerful force to be reckoned with.

Seeing that something still splintered in his iris, something they hadn't mentioned. Even though Dean hid it so well, Haley went to him.

Brushing his prickly cheek lovingly with her thumb, she smiled upon him.

"John's wrong about me and if he can be wrong about me, he can wrong about Sam too. I don't care what that letter say's. I belong with you, you know that right?" Her eyes shined like shooting stars in the night as they gazed on him and Dean felt her radiant light.

"I know you do." He confessed with an honest breath. Captivated by her presence, a sexy smirk lifted his lips before he pulled her in for a taste. Their lips embraced, as plump pout met supple lips. Moist and soft, as their hearts pounded like one.

Pulling back slightly, Dean stared into Haley's eyes, wanting to believe her and part of him did, about them anyway but Dean had seen too much to not know something was going on with Sam. Coupled with Sam's dream about Haley, Dean couldn't shake the feeling they were about to enter one hell of a storm. One they'd be lucky to come out of with their skin still attached. "I don't know, this thing with you and now Sam's gone. Got a bad feeling about this." Dean admitted, terror piercing his green eyes but only for a second.

Feeling his pain as it seeped off him, Haley chimed in with reassurance. "Hey, nothing is going to happen to me, remember? We're going to find him. Everything going to be ok, you'll see." Haley promised confidence in her voice, Dean wished he shared.

"It Only Hurts," Default