A/N: Hey everyone waves I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving and ate til they could eat no more :o) I know I did lol. Any who, here's the next chappy and I hope you all enjoy :o)

A/N 2: There's a small section in this chapter that might throw you off a bit. I can't explain it here cus' it'll spoil the chapter, so make sure your read the A/N at the end :o)

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Chapter 36

Dean walked into the cabin an hour later carrying a few bags in each hand. He quickly spotted Sam and Haley sleeping on the couch. Sam was propped up against the back of the couch while Haley was lying down with her head resting on his lap.

Dean smiled and set the items down on the table. He hated having to wake them up but it would be best if they headed out now rather than waiting until nightfall.

"Sammy, wake up," Dean whispered crouching down in front of the couch.

"Mmmm, wha—?"

"Wake up man," Dean urged.

Sam finally pried his eyes open and sat up a bit startled "Aw crap," he yelled as his body reminded him of his all too recent wounds.

"Careful," Dean said pushing Sam back against the couch.

"What's going on?" Haley grumbled as she came into consciousness. "Are we leaving?"

"After we eat, yeah," Dean said standing up and walking towards the table. "I picked up some waffles and stuff at this diner a few miles down. Food seems good," he added.

Haley pulled herself up and leaned against Sam's shoulder for a second as she tried to bring the room into focus; her eyes were still fuzzy from sleep. "Hey Sammy."

"Morning sleepy head you feeling better?" Sam asked pulling Haley's hair away from her face.

"Mmhmm, you? I didn't hurt you did I?" she asked concerned.

"Nah, I'm good," he nodded.

"You two feeling alright?" Dean asked eyeing them as Haley got up and made her way to the table and Sam leaned back again.

Haley rolled her eyes and took a seat in the chair next to him. "Fine Dean, just— ya know," she said sheepishly.

Dean shook his head and slid a Styrofoam box towards her. "Yeah, here, got you some waffles; you're running on empty after last night," he said throwing her a quick smile.

Haley nodded and looked down at the box, somewhat relieved. She was totally expecting a "talk" after her little performance last night. If her dad were still alive she would have gotten her ass beaten and handed to her. Daddy.

"What?" Dean asked Haley, as he set Sam's food on the table.

Haley looked up a bit startled. "Huh?'

"You got all quiet, what's wrong?" he asked again.

"Nothing, like I said, I'm just tired," she assured him, opening her Styrofoam box. "Waffles look good, thanks Dean," she smiled.

Dean nodded and pulled out a few drinks from a second bag and handed Haley some milk and orange juice. "Wasn't sure what you wanted so I got both."

Sam got off the couch and stretched as far as his tattered body would allow him to and made his way to the table. "Dean, we should head out earlier. There's no reason to be here any longer," he said taking a seat next to Haley and stealing a piece of her bacon.

Dean took a seat and opened his Styrofoam box up. "Yeah, I was thinking that too. Better to get on the road now. I want to try to make it back to Missouri's before midnight," he stated as he took a huge bite of his eggs.

Haley nodded and took a bite of her waffles. "You want me to call her and let her know?" she asked after swallowing her mouthful of waffles. Missouri was psychic and all but the poor women should get some sort of warning before they showed up again.

"Nah, we'll call her when we're closer," Dean said taking a quick swig of his coke. "We might end up stopping for the night and I don't want her waiting up for us."

"You plan on stopping or something?" Sam asked cocking his eyebrows.

"I don't know, like I said, if you don't feel up to it—."

"Dean I'm fine, I just want to head back, ok. Seriously, this is no big deal man," he assured Dean exasperatedly.

Dean put his hands up defensively and went back to eating. All three finished their breakfast in a comfortable silence.

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"Is that everything?" Dean asked as he threw one of their bags in the trunk.

"Yeah, it's everything. Let me just close up the place," Sam yelled as he walked up the front steps.

"Haley get in the car, we're leaving," Dean called as he pulled the keys from the trunk's keyhole.

Haley stood at the edge of the woods leaning against a tall oak tree. She had been recalling bits and pieces of her little experience last night. Man, she had made a complete idiot of herself, not to mention embarrassing Sam and Dean; granted Jo was no one important, but still, the fact was that she screwed up and she needed to make it right again just like every other time she fucked up.

Dean sighed and shut the trunk before quickly closing the space between them. He reached out his hand and placed it on her uninjured shoulder startling her.

Haley, being a well trained Winchester quickly slapped the hand away and threw her fist up ready to hit. "Oh, crap, Dean. Hey sorry, didn't hear you coming," she whispered slightly embarrassed.

Dean stared at his sister in amusement. She is so a Winchester. He thought giving a smug smile.

"Dean—."

"What's up with you Hay? You still feeling sick?" he asked cutting her off. "Cause if you are we can just stay the night, I don't want you puking all over my—."

"I won't puke on the upholstery, I swear, alright," she grumbled.

"Alright then, now that that's covered you want to tell me what's going on in that girly head of yours?" he questioned for the umpteenth time that day.

Haley sighed and looked down at the dirt. Anything was better than looking Dean in the eyes right now. "I just, last night when I…"

"Haley, what is it?" Dean asked impatiently. Why was it that girls couldn't get a full sentence out when it came to important things, yet could yammer on and on over stupid shit.

"About the stuff I said last night, I'm sorry I threw that on you. I mean—I'm sorry if I embarrassed you and stuff," she whispered, finally getting it out.

Dean rolled his eyes and took a seat on a large boulder at his side. "Ya know, I'm starting to think you and Sammy thrive off of feeling guilty."

Haley looked up at him quizzically. "What?"

"Haley what you did last night was stupid, yeah, but it isn't that big of a deal. Hell, I chugged one of Dad's bottles of Jack Daniels when I was fourteen. It happens; you were bound to get smashed sooner or later. Of course I'd rather it were later, but hey, what are ya gonna do, right?" he smiled smugly. "Besides, aside from the puking and floating objects you were pretty entertaining."

Haley snorted "Yeah I'm sure. I'm glad me falling on my face was fun for someone."

Dean stood up and brushed the back of his jeans off with a smile. "It made me smile, now come on, let's get going." He motioned to the car as he started towards it.

"Dean, wait."

Dean stopped and turned towards her, "Wha—?"

Haley moved forward and wrapped her arms around him and gave him a giant bear hug.

Dean tensed up at first but quickly relaxed after a few seconds and threw his arm around her small shoulders. 'Damn Oprah moments,' he thought as he felt her tighten her grip.

"Me too," she said.

Dean looked down confused, "You too, what?"

"I love you more than you'll ever know, too," she mumbled into his shirt.

Dean quickly swallowed the lump that formed in his throat and brought her closer to him and silently nodded.

Haley peeled herself off of him and straightened her shirt. "Alright, now that that chick flick moment is over and done with, let's hit the road." She smiled walking over to the car.

Dean stood there stunned for a second before shaking his head in amusement and following behind her.

Sam shut the front door and met them at the car. "Everything ok?" he asked eyeing both his siblings.

"Fine," they responded simultaneously.

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They had been on the road for about 6 hours now and they were only about halfway to Missouri's. Normally they'd have made it by now, but Dean had been stopping at gas stations and rest stops quite frequently with some lame excuses like the car needing to rest. The car never needed a rest; Dean was just stopping because Sam was looking very uncomfortable scrunched in the front seat.

Sam's head was leaned against the window; his arms were loosely wrapped around his midsection. Little beads of sweat were running down his forehead and little tremors shook his body every now and then. He was either getting sick or infection was setting in, and he had a feeling it was the latter.

Haley sat up in the backseat and leaned forward. She couldn't take this no more, if Sammy wasn't going to speak up about how crappy he was feeling then she was, cause regardless of her "gifts", his misery was quite visible to the naked eye.

"Dean, can we stop for the day?" Haley asked suddenly popping her head between Sam and Dean's shoulder.

"You sick?" Dean asked, glancing over his shoulder quickly.

Sam straightened up in his seat and faced Haley. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with sleep.

Haley gave him an 'I know you feel like crap, cause I feel like crap look' and smiled, "Nothin', just feeling a bit feverish and achy," she explained.

Dean looked between the two and noticed the sweat on Sam's forehead and sighed. Ah Sammy. "Yeah, alright, there was sign about 2 miles down; we'll pull off at the next exit and hold up for the night," he said in a rough voice.

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"Oh my God, Dean is that a freaking beach?" Haley yelled ecstatically as she looked out the window.

Dean smiled and nodded, "Yep, Osage Beach, figured we could use a day of rest, no?" he asked pulling off into the parking lot of a Motel 8.

"Dean, are you sure we should stop man? We're only like 2 or 3 hours away from Lawrence." Sam said looking a bit worse then before.

Dean frowned and put the car in park, "We're staying." He said simply and got out of the car. "I'm getting us a room. You two wait here." He slammed the door shut and walked off.

Haley leaned against the front seat and sighed, "Sammy, you wanna know something?"

"Hmmm?"

"There is one perk to these gifts I got." She said offering a small smile

Sam rolled his head to his left so he could face his sister and gave her a quizzical look, "Oh yea?"

Haley nodded and reached her hand out and laid it on his forehead, "I can tell when you're not feeling well cus I don't feel well. So please Sammy, there's no hurry alright. I know why you want to get back to Lawrence so quickly but it can wait." She said softly

Sam sighed and leaned into his little sister's touch, "Ok, I guess I could use a bed right now." He smiled tiredly

Haley nodded in approval and leaned back against her seat when she saw Dean walking back to the car hotel keys in hand.

Dean opened the door and slid into the driver seat. "We're room 133, got a good view of the beach." He said wiggling his eyebrows.

"Seriously, do you ever not think about half naked girls?" Haley whined in annoyance

"Sure, when I think of them nak—"

"Ok, ew." She said making a disgusted face

"You're a real man whore you know that?" Sam said letting out an amused laugh

"Hey, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." He shrugged

"Yea, Ok can we not talk about this please, I so don't need the image." Haley said feeling slightly uncomfortable with the conversation.

Dean laughed and put the car in reverse and drove down to the other side of the motel where their room was located. Finding a parking spot a few feet from the door, Dean expertly pulled into the tight spot and shut the engine off.

"Here, I'll get the bags." Dean said tossing the keys to Sam.

Sam nodded and slid out of the car, slowly making his way to their room. He slipped the key in and pushed the door open. Hmm, nice room. He thought as he took in their sleeping quarters for the night.

The room was actually quite nice, two queen beds, a small table with two chairs, one single couch, a small dresser with a 20" TV on top, and a small fridge. The Winchesters were moving on up.

Haley and Dean walked in carrying all their bags and dropped them on the floor.

"Sammy you look like crap, why don't you lay down and get some rest." Dean said checking the room out.

"Dean I'm—"

"Sam I swear to everything holy and unholy, I will seriously kick your gigantic ass if you don't quit saying that! You are not fine and you need to lie the fuck down because if you don't lie down you're gonna pass out." Haley yelled exasperatedly

Sam sighed and plopped down on the bed quickly rubbing a hand over his tired and fevered face. "Alright, so I feel a bit sick." He admitted softly

Dean nodded and walked into the bathroom silently. Haley sat down beside Sam and threw her arm around his broad shoulder feeling slightly guilty about her little outburst.

"I'm sorry I yelled but you know you would do the same for Dean and me." She said her voice full of regret.

"Yea, sorry too." Sam said offering her a tired smile.

Dean walked out carrying a bowl of water and some wash cloths and set them on the small night table between the beds. "Sammy, take your shirt off and lie down so I can check you're wounds, infection might be setting in." He instructed pulling a chair up.

Sam pulled his shirt off obediently and lay back, resting his head on the pillow wincing a little as his sore body made contact with a new surface.

"Hay, get me the kit from the bag," Dean said picking up a cool wet wash cloth and laying it on Sam's warm forehead.

Sam flinched at the sudden coldness of the cloth but quickly relaxed as it helped sooth his headache.

"Is it infected?" Haley asked handing Dean the first aid kit and taking a seat at the edge of the other bed.

"It's a little red and puffy but it doesn't look too bad," he assured as he carefully cleaned the area with peroxide. "Hand me three of those and get him a bottle of water or something to wash them down with," Dean instructed.

Haley obeyed and went for some water.

"Dean—."

"Sam, man you gotta tell me when you're not well dude, if infection sets in it could be bad," Dean spoke softly.

"Says the guy who never gets sick or hurt," Sam joked.

"Yea well I'm Batman, Batman is immune to everything," Dean countered.

"You're delusional is what you are. Maybe you should be the one lying down." Sam chuckled

"Ah Sammy, you still can't come to terms with being my geeky sidekick."

"Yea, o—"

"Will you both shut up already? You both need to learn to speak up about this shit," Haley interrupted. "Older brothers know best my ass" she mumbled

"I'm still Batman," Dean quickly threw in, taking the glass of water from Haley's hand.

Sam rolled his eyes and let out a small breath.

"Here Sammy, take these," he said handing Sam three extra strength Advil and helping him drink some water.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it little brother."

Sighing Sam relaxed his body and let his eye lids close. He was seriously tired, a little feverish too but it was mostly his body's way of telling him to slow it the fuck down.

Haley stood up and wandered over to the window. It was light out, maybe she could go to the beach. She hadn't walked on a beach in who knows how long and man did it look beautiful out there. Like hell Dean's gonna let you, unless…

"Dean."

"Hmm?"

"Can uh, can we go to the beach? Just for a little bit, just to walk around, please!" she begged.

"Hay, Sam's—"

"Go, its ok, besides, this way I can actually sleep," Sam smirked but kept his eyes closed.

Haley gave Dean the biggest damn puppy dog eyes ever followed by the signature Winchester smile; two very deadly combinations.

Sighing he went back to finishing up on Sam's wounds. "Fine, but we're not gonna be long, alright?" he said firmly.

"Yeah, yeah, anything you say!" she exclaimed excitedly as she ran to her bag on the floor. "I'm gonna change real quick," she said dashing into the bathroom.

Dean shook his head and finished up on Sam.

"Sammy you sure you'll be ok alone?" he asked a bit concerned

"Mhmm, Dean I'll be fine man. I'll call you if I need anything," he reassured softly.

"Alright, well we won't be far and we'll bring dinner," he said standing up and cleaning up the supply.

"Mhmm, sounds good, now let me sleep," he nodded tiredly.

Dean chuckled and cleaned the little table off then quickly returned and threw the comforter from the other bed over Sam's already sleeping form.

Haley walked out of the bathroom dressed in her bathing suit top, jean shorts, and a pair of black flip flops.

"I'm ready," she stated dropping her other cloths back in the bag.

Dean did a double take and crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't think so," he stated simply.

"What? You've got to be kidding me. You were the one who picked the bathing suit out deeming it 'acceptable'," she stated incredulously.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows and stared at his sister. "I did?"

"Uh yeah, remember I wanted the cherry one and you said no then held this one up and made me buy it?" she reminded him.

"Ah, right, yeah ok," he nodded as it dawned on him.

"Good, so can we go now?" she asked impatiently.

"Yeah, yeah, but like I said—."

"Only a little, I got it. Let's go!" she urged, pushing him towards the door and running to give Sam a kiss. "Love you Sammy, I'll bring you back some ice cream," she whispered and kissed him again before walking to the door.

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Dean and Haley sat at the end of the pier, both their legs dangling freely over the edge. They had walked around for a little over an hour since Sam had taken it upon himself to call them and threaten them if they didn't stay out longer.

Haley had spotted the pier on the way down the beach and had dragged Dean to it. They sat in a comfortable silence, Haley's head resting on Dean's shoulder.

"I wish we could do this all the time," Haley spoke finally breaking the silence.

"I know but—."

"We can't, I know. We're not "normal". It's ok though, once in awhile like this is nice too," she offered as a little shiver ran through her body. It was getting breezy out.

Dean put his arm around her and gave a quick, gentle squeeze before he moved to stand up. "We should go, it's getting cold and we should check on Sam," he said standing up and stretching out his hand to her.

"Can we get food first? I'm kinda hungry," she admitted sheepishly.

"Yeah, food sounds good," he chuckled "What do you have in mind?"

"I saw a McDonalds a block from the motel."

"Alright, I can go for Mickey D's," he said starting that way, Haley walking along side him.

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Dean and Haley sat in one of the booths. They had decided to eat their food there and only bring Sam's back. They were only half a block away from the room and they had called Sam to see what he wanted and he'd assured them he was fine and could handle a few more minutes without them, so they'd stayed.

"How long has it been since we've had McDonalds; months or years?" Haley asked taking a bite of her Big Mac.

"I don't know," Dean shrugged stuffing the remainder of his quarter pounder in his mouth and taking a sip of his coke.

"Gross Dean, we're in public," Haley reminded.

"Did you hear about what happened to the Sheldon's?"

"Yeah, it's really sad. I can't imagine how the parents must feel. Losing both their kids at the same time; it's heartbreaking."

Haley and Dean both quit talking and tuned into the conversation going on behind them.

"I heard the Sheldon kids died the same way the Carlson and the Valenti kids died, coincidence? I doubt it."

Haley put her burger down and leaned further over the table, "Dean, you think this could be our kind of thing?"

"Could be," he shrugged.

"We should check it out Dean," she said picking up a fry and stuffing it into her mouth.

"Haley."

"Dean, if it's our type of thing it's going after kids, we gotta check it out," she said pleadingly.

"I know, I know, we will. Let's get back to the room and see if we can find something," he said picking up the tray. "You done with this?" he asked getting ready to stand up.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go order Sam's food and we can go, wait for me outside," she said sliding out of the booth and heading towards the counter.

Dean cleared the table and threw the stuff in the garbage can passing by the two ladies who were speaking behind them. He gave them a quick smirk and wink before walking away leaving them blushing.

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"May I take your order?" asked the girl who looked slightly older than her.

"Yeah, can I get a number one with extra pickles and a sprite please," Haley said.

"Will that be all?" the girls asked again.

"And can I get an Oreo McFlurry also," she added.

"Sure, your total is $7.46."

Haley handed over the money and took the change quickly putting into her pocket. She turned around to see if she could spot Dean through the door and accidentally bumped into someone, spilling cold coke all over her.

"Shit! I'm so sorry. I wasn't—."

"Hey, no it's alright, it was my fault. I wasn't looking," the guy spoke quickly as he eyed her up and down.

Haley looked up quite embarrassed and smiled. 'Great, make an idiot out of yourself in front of the opposite sex. You really know how to fuck up your life Haley,' she thought as she rubbed some of the coke off of her bathing suit top.

"Oh here, let me help you with that," the guy offered as he put his tray down and picked up a napkin and began wiping the coke off of her exposed stomach.

Haley jumped back slightly taken aback. "Uh it's alright, I got it," she said taking a step back.

"No really, I insist," the guy said stepping closer again and aiming for her bathing suit top this time.

Haley slapped his hand away and picked up her own napkin and began to wipe it down. "I can clean myself up, thanks," she assured coldly.

"Ma'am, you're foods ready," said the same girl who took her order.

Haley wiped off as much coke as she could and grabbed the items from the counter. Giving the guy a quick warning glare, she walked away. She got to the door when she heard a 'hey' coming from behind her. Quickly turning around she found the same guy striding towards her.

"Look dude, I gotta go—."

"What's your name?" he asked.

"None of your business, now if you'll excuse me—."

"Look, I didn't mean anything by it… I was just trying to help. My name is Nathan," he said sticking out his hand.

"Um," Haley lifted both her occupied arms up. "Hi."

"So I was wondering, maybe we could hang out or something. There's this—."

"No. Sorry, but I really gotta go," she said walking through the glass doors and spotting Dean leaning against the bike rail.

Dean saw her and started walking towards her when he noticed a guy jogging out of the doors calling for Haley.

"What the—."

"Hey, wait up!" the guy yelled.

Haley sighed in frustration and turned around. "Dude, seriously, I have to go. I said no already," she spat out in annoyance.

The guy took a step forward which prompted Dean to speed up his pace.

"You're not from around here are you? You don't know who I am," he said adjusting his collar.

Haley rolled her eyes. "I don't care who you are, it's still no and if you don't back off and leave me alone I am going to gladly separate you from your genitalia," she threatened.

Dean walked up and had to try his hardest not to break out in a fit of laughter at what Haley had just said.

"Harsh," the guy said smiling but not backing down.

'This guy is seriously desperate,'Haley thought as she turned around to walk away only to bump into…

"Dean, hey, sorry I took so long. I had a bit of an accident inside," she explained relieved her big scary brother was there.

"Is there a problem?" he asked glaring at the guy who now seemed less cocky.

"No man, no problem. I was just talking to her," he explained.

Dean looked down at Haley and put his arm around her protectively. "Yeah well, your little talk is over," he said ushering Haley back.

"What are you, her boyfriend or something, cause seriously dude, I didn't know. I wouldn't do that man," the guy said quickly.

Dean nodded and took a small step forward. "You're that desperate for a lay that you need to pick up chicks at a McDonalds. Dude, that's sad," Dean mocked. "Look, just go back inside and I promise I won't break your face," he warned the smile clearing from his face.

The guy didn't even spare Haley another glance before he took off back into the McDonalds leaving a laughing Dean and Haley behind.

"You ok?" he asked still smirking.

"Yeah, what a boob," she said turning around and walking back to the motel.

"Separate him from his genitalia? Awesome," Dean said laughter erupting from him as he pictured the guys face when she had said it.

A/N 3: Just so everyone knows, Osage Beach is a real beach and it is really in MO. Just wanted to make that known so no one thinks it's a bit odd :o).

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