Part 2:

Locked In, Buried Under My Skin

Secret hidden underneath it

Trying hard to keep it safely out of reach

Creeping, I can feel it breathing

Crawling to the surface only in my dreams

Dean awoke the next morning with a hangover from hell. Memories of the previous night flooded in his mind, and pierced his brain with the same velocity of the throbbing in is skull from the waning liquor.

Sitting up in bed his head pounded with the swift motion. Reaching for his throbbing head, Dean easily spotted Haley seated at the table sipping coffee from a Styrofoam cup. The sight of her hit him like a train running off the tracks, it made him visibly cringe as guilt suffocated his heart.

Before Dean had a chance to speak, Haley beat him to it. "Breakfast is on the table, aspirin on the nightstand." She spoke nonchalantly, but never turned to look at him. Her distance spoke volumes, saying what words didn't capture.

Popping two pills down his dry throat, Dean staggered over to the cheap metal motel table, and took a heavy seat in the plastic covered chair.

Haley pushed a greasy breakfast sandwich, with coffee to match in front of him, then silently went back to sipping her caffeine.

The silence was deafening between them, the tension so thick they could cut it with a knife. It hadn't been like this between them since she first moved in with the Winchesters, it was heart breaking.

After taking a much needed sip of black coffee to jolt his system, Dean's eyes glanced Haley's way, and instantly caught sight of a few purplish blemishes along her neck. His gut tightened, realizing he had actually marked her in his frenzy, Dean faced the inevitable. Being the adult, he brought up the elephant in the room. "Haley…" He started, his morning voice coming off thick and gritty, but she cut him off before he could get anything of substance out.

Her penetrating honey eyes finally shot to him with a begging in the iris. "Dean, please don't make this weirder than it is. You don't need to explain. I get it, you were drunk. Now can we just forget about it?" Haley pleaded for him to be mute and forgetful. Instantly she caught his gaze on her neck, and without words knew what he was looking at. Insecure under the tortured look in his eyes, Haley covered her hickey's with her palm.

Shaking his head lightly, as not to aggravate his already pounding skull, Dean said no that wasn't an option.

"No Haley, we can't. What you said is true, but what I did last night… that wasn't ok. I should have never kissed you. Let alone everything else. You know how I am, but the things I do…" Dean paused, and let out a heavy sigh. The thought of his actions surged through his throbbing brain, as the desire behind his advances stabbed his heart with guilt, because they were anything but innocent.

Licking parched lips, Dean found the courage to continue. "The things I'm into are not things you should be involved in. I know you've already… but this is different." He spoke low on his breath, burdened by his words, but full of honesty, because she deserved nothing less. Hoping inside, his actions hadn't hurt her in ways she was too young to understand, especially since she was already on such rocky ground. That what happened hadn't permanently betrayed their trust.

Locked in, buried under my skin

Riding on the whispers

Restless in the wind

Hunted I can feel it coming

Keep me under cover in what could have been

Haley's gaze lifted from the caramel colored coffee, and pinned Dean, her iris unrelenting and deep as a canyon.

"Is that what you wanted from me?" Haley dared to ask him on a quiet breath, her fingers fidgeting with the Styrofoam cup from nerves, because she understood the unspoken words.

With her penetrating eyes upon him, Dean couldn't lie, but in the clarity of daylight the sparkling innocence and fragileness he saw in her eyes returned. His gut tightened, forced to see how wrong he had truly been with her last night.

"I don't know… probably." Dean edged around the truth to Haley's question, hesitant to admit how inappropriate he had been with someone who meant so much to him.

His answer didn't surprise Haley, she had felt it last night while he moved atop her. What he wanted, and it wasn't just to kiss, but seeing how troublesome it was for Dean to admit that made Haley feel guilty as if some how she had caused this. As if she should have known to keep her distance from him last night. The disappointment clouding Dean's emerald eyes made her gaze drop, unable to look at it another second without cringing.

Biting her lower lip, Haley nodded silently, as she began to pick at her donut.

Finally daring to touch her, Dean reached out, and lightly placed his course hand over hers, stilling her nervous movements. Sensing she may be taking this onto herself, Dean tried to explain it better.

"This isn't your fault, Hales. I kissed you. I did this, and it wasn't right. I never wanted you to see that side of me. I could have hurt you." Piercing emerald eyes showed how he was guilt riddled and vulnerable to his limits with the words he was saying. With the ugly truth they required, but Haley was worth stepping out of his comfort zone to make sure she understood what happened.

Dean's gruff voice and the way he cared was safe in its familiarity, as Haley's timid gaze lifted to catch his. Opening up, she needed to take her share of the responsibility.

"No, don't even think that. You could never hurt me. It wasn't just your fault, you know. I kissed you back. I didn't try to stop you until the end." Her voice rang strong, but the nerves behind it were clear to see in her big honey eyes. Dean's honesty spurred on her own. Haley respected him for saying what he did. Knowing how difficult it is for him to open up, like standing naked in a crowd.

A spark of mischief curiosity filled Dean's piercing emerald eyes to her words.

"Yeah, about that, why didn't you?" He questioned her with an arched brow.

Sweet despair feel you devour me

Silently oh wont you carry me home

Taken down I give into it

I can't disguise, I surrender

Broken down I give into what I cannot hide

I surrender, I surrender

Feeling something flutter inside against his intense stare, Haley dropped her eyes. Knowing it was those very cursed feelings that had gotten her in trouble to begin with.

"It was you," She answered simply with a shrug to her shoulders, as her big doe eyes darted back up to him.

"I trust you." The easy way the words slipped from her lips stood testament to the truth behind them.

A sour grin edged on Dean's lips, as his face cringed. He knew she hadn't meant it to, but that one hurt. Knowing he had not only crossed a line with her body, but betrayed her trust too.

"That's good. I want you to trust me, but it's also ok to tell me no when I'm wrong too." Dean's hand squeezed hers, trying to reassure. Letting know her, she doesn't have to jump off a bridge just because he says so.

Haley bit her lower lip nervously, as butterflies surged in her gut again before she attempted to push them down. Her eyes drifted to their shared hands, as a confession slipped from her lips.

"I know, but I think… maybe… I liked it." She admitted quietly. Even confessing that filled her with a conflicted tingling and guilt.

A chuckle slipped from Dean's lips, as her adorable honesty brought a lighthearted realism to the moment.

"Of course you did. It was me, baby girl. When I kiss a woman she knows it." Dean tossed out with a cocky grin, as a spark filled his teasing eyes.

A grin slipped over Haley's lips with Dean's playful conceited comment. It's common place in their lives setting her at ease, as her honey eyes found him again.

"Well aren't you self assured." She laughed at him with a roll to her eyes.

Seriousness grew in Dean's piercing emerald eyes, as their gaze locked.

"You're never going to be one of those women to me, Hales." Seeing her beautiful smile, sharing their carefree banter, Dean's heart reached for her, as his hand did the same to her supple cheek.

"You mean more to me then they ever could." He made his own confession, one that came solely from his heart. A task not easy for Dean, but he felt she not only deserved it, but needed it.

"Thanks, Dean" A smile warmed her face with his words that touched her soul, and made her feel full with love, before a cloud came in over head.

Sadness filled Haley's eyes as a moment of truth came to her. While their conflict felt resolved the worst of the storm hadn't even rolled in yet. "Sam's not going to understand this." She said simply, but the heartache was heavy on her breath.

Being reminded of the beast that was as of yet to be released, Dean let out a heavy sigh. He wanted to fill her with reassurance, but he knew she was right. He had wronged his little brother in ways he wasn't sure could be fixed.

Seeing her pain though, Dean offered her the same out he did the night before as his thumb brushed her cheek softly.

"You don't have to tell him. It was just a mistake." Dean didn't like the idea of lying to Sam anymore then Haley did, but he didn't want to see her in more discomfort from his actions then what had already been suffered. Dean had no choice about handling Sammy hating him, but he wasn't sure he could handle watching Sammy hate Haley because of something he dragged her into.

Haley's honey eyes pinned Dean, saying without words that wasn't an option. Silence wasn't something she could keep, not from Sammy.

Nodding, Dean understood. While not part of their special bond, he had seen it long enough from the sidelines to know they shared everything.

"He'll get over it. He's gonna hate me, but he loves you, Hales." Dean spoke, hoping to sound convincing. The impending doom of hurting his brother, and possibly loosing him forever, weighed so heavy on Dean he almost felt like he was suffocating. It had just been him and Sammy from the start. Dean didn't know who he was without Sam.

Tears filled her eyes, but didn't fall, as Haley lightly shook her head in disagreement.

"I don't think so. I don't think he will forgive this." Emotion choked her voice.

Leaning over Dean placed a quick comforting kiss on her forehead, his lips proof of his love and support as he fought the urge to cringe. Fearing she was right, and they were both about to loose the person that meant most to them in the world.

A radiant but weak smile twitched on her face like fading fireworks in the sky. Touched he loved her as much as he did, and the way he was always there for her.

The mark was permanent on their record, but at least it wouldn't be a crime they held against each other. While Sam was a different case that remained to be seen.

Don't make a sound now

Don't make a sound now

Maybe it wont find us after all

Carry me home

"Surrender" Digital Daggers