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My Hand Searches For Your Hand

I'm not quite sure how to breathe without you hereI'm not quite sure if I'm ready to say goodbye to all we wereBe with me, Stay with me, Just for nowLet the time decide When I won't need you

Dean kicked through Bobby's front door like a bolt of lightening. Knowing where to find them, he raced into the library. Just in time to witness Sam cornered against a wall, sharp shiny blade in hand as he held it securely to Haley's neck.

Bobby's threatening words fell on Dean's deaf ears; all green eyes could focus on was getting Haley into his safe arms. The undeniable fear pooling in her chocolate eyes stilled his heart as her gaze pierced Dean's from across the room.

"Sam, put down the knife!" Dean shouted announcing his arrival.

An evil, spine tingling chuckle slipped from Sam's lips, mocking Dean's orders.

Sounding the warning, Bobby's voice came to life. "He's possessed! The damn thing has locked it self inside him with a binding link!"

Taking advantage of his guard down, the demon sent a distracted Bobby flying across the room against a wall, knocking the older man unconscious and useless for this round.

Making direct eye contact with his brother's whiskey eyes while knowing it wasn't his brother at all, Dean begged. "Let her go. She's not part of this."

Dean watched helpless as Sam leaned in close to a trembling Haley trapped in his arms. Sam's nose buried into her soft honey locks before pulling back with a wicked grin, his eyes locked with Dean. "I don't know. She's smells really good." He taunted, with a bone chilling snicker.

"Son of bitch," Dean growled before throwing caution to the wind, charging toward a demon possessed Sam willing to do anything to get Haley out of harms way.

Taking advantage of Dean's emotion driven actions, the demon sent Dean flying against a wall with a bone crunching thud.

Moving quick to his target, Sam tossed Haley to the ground like a forgotten thought and charged to Dean. Taking him while still stunned on the ground, Sam began to slam fist after powerful fist into Dean's face as foreplay for the real show.

Lifting her head from the dirty wooden floor, Haley looked up just in time to see blood shoot from broken skin, as Sam's fisted hand pulled away from Dean's pummeled face. She watched in horror as Sam reached behind his back and pulled from the back of his jeans the large bowie knife he threatened her with moments ago.

Scrambling to her feet, Haley didn't give it a second thought before running full speed to Dean's aid.

"Dean, look out!" She screamed from her heart, unaware her lips had even moved.

Hearing pounding feet coming up from behind, a female piercing voice hit his ears as a demon possessed Sam was quick on the rebound.

Big hunting knife in hand, Sam rose to his feet and swung around at her, catching Haley just as she reached them.

Steady grip on the handle, Sam didn't even have to push the blade in. Haley was right there, bulls eye, as Sam spun around. It slid in smooth and fast like slicing warm butter.

Can I feel anyore?Lie to me, I'm fadingI can't drop youTell me, I don't need you

Breath gasping loudly, Haley's eyes blinked rapidly with the sharp impact as icy hot pain shot through the base of her ribs. In an instant the blade had sliced clean into her thoracic aorta, mortally wounding her.

Haley's shock filled eyes shot up to Sam's grinning face, before her gaze dropped and spotted the large handle of a bowie knife sticking out of her body. The sight of her injury so horrific her mind couldn't even processes what it fully meant.

His words hit her ears, distant and prophetic. "Don't fight it. It's already over."

As if in slow motion Haley's pupils dilated wide, she watched in disbelief as Sam yanked the knife upward. Gut churning pain shot through her veins as he caught her with the clip-point of the blade, then swiftly pulled it out. Creating as much damage as he could cause.

All Haley could see was the long shiny blade with thick red blood dripping from its edge. Then the excruciating burning shot from her wound, vibrating all through her body, stealing the breath from her lungs.

Haley could faintly hear Dean yell out in protest. "No!" His voice rough and desperate in a way she had never heard before.

Her body felt hot and fuzzy as Haley's hands grabbed her throbbing wound in disbelief. Deep red blood pumped out onto her palms to the beat of her fading heart.

Seeing her blood covered hands, shirt becoming drenched as thick droplets continued to fall; staining the wooden floor below. Haley was forced to finally admit she was dying as the proof lay pooling red, like a neon sign on the floor.

Her breath became labored as if she was suddenly standing on the peak of a high altitude mountain and the air was too thin to nourish.

The demon inside Sam smiled with his collateral damage and job well done. Still on a cocky high, he went in for full successes. Seeing Dean distracted with Haley, the demon raised the knife again to finish the job on its true target.

Seeing his chance Bobby jumped in, seizing Sam's raised arm, he pressed a red hot fire place poker to his skin. Flesh sizzled and smoked, breaking the link that kept the demon inside.

Instantly Sam's body dropped to its knees with force. A skin crawling holler filled the room as ebony black smoke shot forth from Sam's mouth with startling rate.

Slipping free from his body the demon disappeared out the chimney as Sam's body fell back, hard onto the ground dazed from the detachment.

Growing light headed with mind fogging air, Haley's breath gasped rapidly as her knees buckled. She felt herself lowering to the ground unable to stand before strong safe arms wrapped around her.

The scent of Dean encompassed Haley as her butt hit the wooden floor, and she felt Dean pull her against him. "I got you." His rattled voice tried to reassure.

Dizziness filled her mind; limbs tingled with numbness, as she felt her life slipping uncontrollably away.

Falling back unable to sit, Haley's eyes floated to the ceiling hanging above, barely able to focus as Dean's image came into view.

"Dean," Haley's trembling lips cried. Tears slipped free from her eyes, her shaking hands reached desperately for him as if he could save her.

Haley felt Dean's strong hand clutch her cheek, the other delicately examine her wound. Coming in close, Haley could see desperation in his green eyes that begged her stay, as if she had a choice. "You're ok. It's not even that bad. We're going to fix you up." He lied to himself and her, but the dyer truth was clear to see in his eyes.

Sam came too, fully in control of his body. Dazed, head throbbing, he felt as if he had spent the whole week on a drinking bender. Slowly gathering his bearings, his eyes finally registered the scene before him and Sam felt the breath slip from his lips in response… His vision had come true. Despite his certainty it wouldn't happen, the unthinkable had transpired. He became a monster and killed his best friend.

Etch this into my brain for meTell me, how it's supposed to beWhere everything will goAnd how I'll be without you by my side

Sam could hardly believe the sight before him, inches from his feet lay Haley's bleeding body twitching on the ground, pool of red all around her. Blood pumped from her at an astounding rate. Sam watched as Dean frantically held onto her, yelling things Sam couldn't comprehend, but he could feel the vibrating frantic emotion in his brother's voice.

Bobby came into view next, with towels he pressed to Haley's wound. Towels that quickly reddened with her free flowing blood. Sam scrambled on his knees, and rapidly crawled over to his best friend.

Once close enough, Sam witnessed in horror as blood began to ooze from Haley's mouth. A choking, gurgling noise came from her lips with every slow breathe. He watched powerless, knowing blood was filling her insides, drowning her.

Before Sam could will himself to move, he felt Dean's strong bloody hands shove him away.

"Get away from her!" Lashing out, heart wrenched emotion thick on Dean's breath.

Sam watched helpless as Bobby fought against the bleeding while Dean held steady bloody palms wrapped around Haley's face trying to convince her she was going to be alright.

Then the scariest sight came over them, like a dark disease carrying cloud. A sight Sam would never forget for the rest of his days… his best friend's body stopped fighting, the signs of life disappeared, like smoke in the wind.

Tears blinded his eyes, Sam watched in disbelief as Dean held Haley's lifeless face in his hands yelling her name with a desperate breath. This ugly, heart wrenching scene carried on until Bobby placed a solemn hand on Dean's shoulder trying to say she was gone, they had lost this fight.

Unwilling to accept it, Dean knocked Bobby's arm away. "No! Don't you dare!" He hollered, refusing to admit the inescapable.

Looking into empty chocolate eyes that once shined for him, Dean couldn't accept his love had slipped away. That the once in a life time, he just found would never look into his eyes again. Lifting her limp lifeless body from the ground, Dean pulled Haley against him.

Wrapped like an angel in his arms, with blood smeared hands, Dean brushed her matted hair from her beautiful face.

Lips stained red with her blood, eyes empty and soulless, Dean cradled her close to his chest.

Unwilling to let her go, he held on tight as the first devastated, heart broken tears silently slipped freely from his eyes. His heart finally admitting the truth he couldn't speak aloud or bear… Haley was gone.

My hand searches for your handIn a dark room, I can't find youHelp meAre you looking for me?

"Need" Hana Pestle