This Time Somebody's Getting Hurt
I judge by what she's wearing
Just how many heads I'm tearing Off of assholes coming onto her, Each night seems like it's getting worse, And I wish she'd take the night off, So I don't have to fight off Every asshole coming onto her, It happens every night she works
One month later Bobby had figure out Dean didn't have a ticking time bomb on his head, but rather sold an unknown factor instead. Hollering obscenities about stupidity, Bobby told Dean not to bullshit a bullshiter, and kicked the group out of his house in the haze of rage. Sam and Haley didn't understand what the fight had been about, but grew curious with the words they caught. After cooling down for a day Bobby phoned in, and agreed to keep Dean's word silent for now, while helping him unravel the mystery.
Sam and Haley grew suspicious amongst each other, but held their tongues until solid ideas formed.
Back on the road again, the group found a job in a small no name town. Something simple to start off with. Your basic evil ghost out for blood. So while the brothers worked the job, Haley got a real one. Waitress at a local dive bar. The place was cheap and filled with a seedy crowd, but it was cash, something they were always in need of.
Every night the brothers went to the bar to keep her company, while secretly watching her back. Something Haley adamantly claimed she could do herself, but none the less the brothers showed up night after night just the same.
Tonight was no different, Dean and Sam rolled in after spending the day at the library doing research on the house in question.
Strolling in with eyes that wandered about the bar, sizing every man up in sight. The brothers took a seat in the back. At an old wooden table that creaked with the slightest movement.
Spotting her favorite men, Haley raced over to greet them. Radiant, light bursting smile beaming on her face with their arrival, she loved the fact that they were protective of her, even if she'd never tell them that.
"Now that is a smokin' hot waitress. Bet she's one hell of a good time in the sack too." Dean chuckled with his mouthwatering smirk, playing as if he didn't know Haley at all.
Quick laughter slipped from Haley's lips to his teasing as heat flushed her cheeks with his words.
"What can I get for you, hot stuff?" She asked coyly with a tempting grin, playing along.
The devil touched his piercing emerald eyes and sexy smirk as he answered.
"You, on my lap. Preferably with no one else in the bar, but I'm not picky." He finished as his wicked tongue swept across his lips to amplify the urge.
Having heard more then enough, a loud groan came from Sam, as he suddenly understood how being deaf could be a gift. "Too much information. I'm sitting right here." Sam grumbled un-amused.
Crumbling with her best friends words, the laughter fell from Haley's lips strong and hearty. Wrapping a comforting arm around her best friend, Haley leaned in to place a quick kiss upon his board forehead. "Sorry Sammy. Didn't mean to leave you out." She apologized through laughter.
"Hey, what about me?" Dean called from the opposite side of the table as his eyebrows danced with his words. "Daddy wants some sugar too." He teased her with a truth and bedroom eyes.
Leaning over the table to reach him, Haley was surprised as Dean captured her waist, and pulled her down on his lap in a second. They came face to face inches apart, the breath suspended in their gaze as the bar slipped away and their lips came together to quiet a need.
Sensual, moistness with a fire that wanted more, but being respectful of their company, Dean and Haley pulled apart before they couldn't.
Gazing into her eyes, lost miles within the depth of her charm, Dean smiled at the feel of having his girl so close. "The things you do me, woman." He spoke like a drunk man, intoxicated off her.
Hearing the chair across from them creak as Sam squirmed uncomfortably in the moment, Haley stopped the torture. "So what can I get you?" She asked seriously as her eyebrows rose with the question.
"Get me that pulled pork thing you been serving all night and a cold one." He answered, keeping the same composure, but his emerald eyes upon her revealed the desire he was fighting to keep unwraps.
Turning to her best friend across the table with a warming smile, Haley took his order, notepad in hand. "Just water for me." Sam answered as his eyes pinned her with his heart tugging grin.
Ten minutes later and a hot plate in hand, Haley returned to their table with two drinks, moving as quickly as possible. The stench of that greasy pork sandwich had been twisting her stomach all night. Something about the idea of all the lard, butter and grease inside of it made her want to vomit. The smell only amplified her nerves.
Placing the hot plate in front of Dean as quickly as possible to get the smell away from her nostrils, Haley's nose crinkled as she put their drinks in front of them.
Starving, Dean let out a hungry grumble, before taking the meal Haley saw as horror into his hands and chomping down a huge bite.
Haley watched his mouth dive in, sauce and greasy slip out the back of the sandwich, as a big whiff of it hit her.
The smokey bar that reeked of hard liquor combined with that sandwich, in a second her stomach flipped in response, and before Haley could think she felt the bile rising uncontrollably up her throat. "I'm going to be sick." She mumbled before dashing off the bathrooms in the back.
Sam eyed Haley's actions with concern as he quickly rose from the table. He was just about to follow her, when Deans words halted him momentarily.
"She's fine. Just a bug or something. She's been doing it all week. You'll embarrass her if you go back there." Dean cautioned oblivious, before chomping down another bite.
Sam eyed Dean with alarm in his whiskey eyes. "And you don't think that's weird?" He questioned.
A clueless look filled Dean's emerald eyes as his shoulders shrugged, saying he didn't see the panic in it.
Leaving the table, Sam followed Haley to the back of the bar. Finding the restrooms, Sam leaned against the wooden door frame, waiting for her. The sound of her regurgitating filled his ears, and scrunched his face with a loss of appetite. Sam knew he was a good friend, but this proved it.
Moments later the door opened and Haley reappeared, cheeks flushed, eyes watery.
"You ok?" Sam asked with his trademark sensitive eyes, genuine concern suspended in his pupil as it gazed upon her.
A weak smile found Haley's face as she nodded at her best friend. "Yeah, it's just that sandwich. I don't know why they sell that disgusting thing."
Not wanting to beat a dead horse, but always looking out for her, Sam probed a little further. "Dean said you been getting sick lately. You feeling ok?" A gentle smile found his lips as his palm reached out to touch her forehead.
Haley nodded, as the tired look in her eyes was finally revealed. "Just been a lot of stress lately. You know, with everything." She admitted quietly, not wanting him to hold responsibility.
Sam nodded with acknowledgment. "I'm here if you need me." He offered his open heart he always held available for her.
Pulling him in for a quick hug, Haley pulled back and smile up at Sam with thanks.
"I always need you."
A ticking clock chimed inside, she was still on the clock, and had already wasted more then enough time to count for a break. "I gotta get back to work." She explained with a bit of urgency on her breath. Not wanting to loose this job.
Sam nodded with understanding, and in a second she scurried off, back to the bar. Moving quick, Haley only made it to the main room before Sam watched in horror as she faltered, and stumbled into side wall as if dazed.
In a second his stomping feet raced to her side. Wrapping Haley in his strong arms as she lowered to the ground, Sam pulled her near. "Hales?" The urgent worry thick on his breath as he brushed the hair from her face.
Hearing the fear in his tone, Haley felt embarrassed for scaring him, and tried to find her feet. "I'm ok. Just got a little dizzy there. Guess I moving too fast. That seems to happen lately." She tried to laugh it off with reassurance.
As she took a step away, Sam held her tighter until her face finally met his.
"Haley, that doesn't sound like just being sick or tired. And it's usually one or the other, not both… you couldn't be… I mean you're not… pregnant, right?" His intense whiskey eyes burrowed in with his stare, as his heart began to pound with the implication. Sam could understand why Dean wouldn't see the signs. Dean had never been around a pregnant woman before, neither had Sam, but he had had enough education to know the symptoms.
Haley's eyes grew startled with Sam's words as she untangled herself from his grasp.
"Don't silly, Sam. I'm just tired. Now I really have to get back to work." Something tense hung in her voice as Haley brushed him off, and hurried away. Heart pounding inside, Sam's words terrified her. The thought had crossed her mind once in a panicked moment, but she never really entertained it, not until just now, when Sam made it sound as if it was plausible
They'll go and ask the DJ To find out just what would she say, If they all tried coming on to her, Don't they know it's never going to work? They think they'll get inside her With every drink they buy her, As they all try coming on to her, This time somebody's gettin' hurt
A few hours later the rowdy crowd had moved in with the late night. Intoxication levels high, hands started to get frisky, as Dean watched like a hawk from his corner seat. Making sure no one laid a hand on Haley, their roving eyes already pushing his limits.
Approaching the latest group to settle in, Haley put on a polite smile, and with her notepad in hand delivered her script. "What can I get you?"
A ballsy blonde haired man with a cocky grin eyed her hungrily. "Some time alone with you." He chucked and his friends followed suit like sheep.
Haley's lips pursed and tension filled her brow. It had been a long night, physically and emotionally, and she was in no mood. "Well that's not going to happen. So how about I start you off with some drinks?"
The conceited grin never left his face as the stranger's eyes never stopped roving her lady assets'.
"If it brings you back to our table, we'll take whatever you got." He answered before licking his lips as if staring at a prize steak ready for supper.
Rolling her eyes, Haley didn't say a word, and left to place their order. Trying to keep in mind they may at least give her a good tip.
Dean didn't miss a thing, and met her at the bar as she approached. Sam following suit, but more to keep Dean under wraps. "Is he bothering you?" The testy edge easy to detect on Dean's rough voice.
Haley let out a little snicker of amusement to Dean's protective streak, but offered him a kind smile. "It's fine. You can't freak out every time some guy acts like a jerk. I mean there's a bar full of them." Her hand softly found his prickled face with endearment as her smile grew, touched by his big heart.
"Thank you for caring, but I can take care of myself." She tried to calm him with her confidence.
Dean kept a watchful eye as the order came in, and Haley was forced to go back over to the table that bugged him most.
Tray of beers resting on her palm, Haley returned to the table full of bad taste, horny men. Placing a cold beer in front of each of them as the job required, Haley pulled back with a forced smile ready to leave. "Can I get you anything else?" She asked as protocol.
Cocky grinned stud couldn't miss the opportunity, and his mouth opened to speak, but anticipating his words would be foul, Haley cut him off. "On second thought, don't answer that. I'll be back to check on your table in a little bit." It took every ounce of strength she had not to smack the stupid off his face.
I'm hateing what she's wearing, Everybody here keeps staring, Can't wait til they get what they deserve, This time somebody's gettin' hurt
Stepping away from the table, Haley could hear the men chuckling amongst themselves as her back turned. A thought crossed her mind, but before she could delve into it she felt a strong swift smack to her behind.
Appalled, her jaw dropped as her eyes grew wide. Spinning around on her heels, Haley could already hear Dean's boots stomping over. "You shouldn't have done that." She warned 'all hands man' punishment was coming.
Hearing Dean's heavy feet right behind her, Haley spun around to face him, hands up to stop him. "I'm ok. He's not worth it." She tried to talk down the fire raging in his emerald eyes.
Not going to be distracted, this guy had to pay, Dean gently moved Haley to the side, and out of the way.
In a second, Haley watched in horror as all hell broke loose. Dean's balled up fist pulled back before flying with lightening speed into the jaw of the man who dared to touch his lady, knocking him from his seat.
Shock dilated Haley's pupils as her eyes shot to Sam two steps behind his brother. An unspoken plea in her gaze to stop this.
Before Sam could get in between them, the jerk rebounded. Back on his feet, he swung back at Dean.
Chaos erupted in the bar, as the two burly men tossed each other about the building. Breaking furniture that dared to stand in their way, throwing punches with the intention to injure.
Not willing to sit idly by and watch like almost everyone else, Haley charged toward the sparing men, but Sam caught her by the shoulders first. Giving her a look as if she was crazy, Sam shook his head adamantly, no. "Don't even think about it. I got it." He reassured, protecting her. The look in Haley's eyes assuring him she wouldn't step in and get herself hurt, Sam released his hold, and went for his brother.
Dean had taken the upper hand, he had the guy pinned against the wall, as he delivered blow after powerful blow to his already bleeding face.
Swiftly, Sam took hold of Dean's arms and pulled him back. "He's got the point, Dean." Sam called, so Dean would know it was him.
Shaking himself free of Sam's grip, Dean eyed the bloody man across from him with a fire in his eyes.
"If you ever go near her again, you'll be dead before you hit the ground!" He hollered with a pointing finger, the raspy grain of his voice resonating his point.
Standing by the side with eyes as wide as saucers, Haley barely noticed as the owner came around from the other side of the bar calling her name.
Finally catching on, her eyes shot to the older butch looking woman, startle still in Haley's pupil. "You're fired! I don't tolerate this kind of shit in my bar! Now get your boyfriend and get out!" She demanded with a pulsating vein protruding from her forehead.
Haley had seen it coming, but still she stood in shock for a moment. Always true to his sarcastic nature, Dean was by her side in a second. Wrapping a strong arm around her shoulder, he pulled Haley near, and defended his girl. "She quits! She doesn't need this shit hole job anyway!" He hollered in defiance.
Dropping her apron, Sam and Haley's eyes met. Sympathy in his, disbelief in hers.
Side by the side the trio walked out the bar with pride intact. Holding most of the bar by fear in the palm of their hands.
Smug assurance on Dean's face, while Sam and Haley tried to avoid the tail between their legs.
That night settled it, bars where out of the question from here on out. Cafes, restaurants, but no place anyone could get grabby and Dean could explode.
Here comes the next contestantIs that your hand on my girlfriend?Is that your hand?I wish you'd do it again, I'll watch you leave here limpingAnd I wish you'd do it again, I'll watch you leave here limpingThere goes the next contestant
Nickelback, "Next Contestant"
Note: This chapter goes out to Gaby, Because it's inspired by her awesome vid that can be found at… http: / / www. youtube . com/watch ?v=DEAuR6l58Jw Just remove the spaces because this page wont let me post links.