Eye of the Storm

Beta'd by mysterychic. Many thanks.

Disclaimer: Hmmm… I'm thinking no, I don't own it. Stares at Haley She's mine though. Well, she's Sam's, but I made her, and… (unimportant babbling follows).

Author's Note: Anyone miss me? Sorry it took so long, this has got to be the hardest chapter I've ever had to write (and I have no idea why, I just couldn't get it to flow). But now I'm back, though I have no idea how frequent my updates will be. Anyway, on with the story.

Chapter 1: The Honeymoon's Over

Sam smiled joyfully as he trailed his hand over Haley's breasts and stomach, enjoying the barely contained giggles coming from Haley every time he came to one of the many ticklish spots Haley was cursed with.

They were in the Honeymoon Suite of the beachside hotel they were staying at for the remainder of their honeymoon, which, if all went well, would be at least another week. They'd already been there five days, enjoying the beach and the room service and each other's company. They'd both conveniently forgotten their mobiles before leaving for the hotel, so the only way they were going to be interrupted was if someone came to talk to them face-to-face. Considering the fact they had kept the location of their honeymoon a secret, it seemed very unlikely.

Lying sprawled out on the king-sized bed beside his wife (it still made him feel funny inside to think of Haley as that; funny and giddy), both of them completely naked, Sam continued to smile as he found a particularly ticklish part of Haley's body. Laughter filled the room (Haley's and Sam's) for a good minute or so.

"Wait, wait." Haley said, holding up her hand. Sam stopped, frowning. Haley lay still for a minute, and then a smile reached her lips. "She moved." She exclaimed.

"What-?" Sam began, taking a minute to understand what Haley meant.

"The baby, she moved, I felt her move." She said, taking Sam's hand and putting it where she'd felt the movement. They waited anxiously for a few minutes, and Haley let out a disappointed sigh when nothing more happened. "I hope nothing's wrong." She said, sitting up.

"What?" Sam asked, immediately feeling uneasy. "Wrong? Why would something be wrong? Did the doctor say something-?" Haley put a finger to his lips to stop him before he really started ranting.

"No, it's nothing like that, I just… I thought she'd have started to move earlier than this. The doctor said most start moving around the second trimester." Haley explained. "And I'm nearly into my third and she only just started." She frowned, and then noticed the worried look on Sam's face. She gave him a small smile. "I'm sure she's fine though." She assured him, but he still had a hint of worry in his eyes. "Hey, I think I'd be the first to know if something was wrong."

"Empathy?" Sam asked.

"That too." Haley said. "But I mean, come on, this baby is growing inside me. Wouldn't I be able to tell if something was wrong?" She asked. Sam frowned, obviously not sure if she would be able to. Haley sighed. "Let's not think about what could go wrong." She said. She smiled and laid her head back against the pillows, taking Sam's hand in hers. "I want to enjoy my honeymoon." She said. "I also want to enjoy my bodily functions while I'm still small enough to do it comfortably." Sam gave her a confused look and she rolled her eyes. "You, me, naked, bed, get the picture?" She asked, gesturing at the bed they were lying on. Sam bit his lip.

"Is it-"

"Yes." Haley cut across him. "I went on the internet a few weeks ago. It's perfectly safe for normal pregnancies. And yes, I checked with the doctor, and I fall into the category of normal pregnancy." She said, anticipating Sam's next question. "The baby will be perfectly safe. So long as I'm on top." She added. He raised an eyebrow. "Well you lying on top of me wouldn't exactly be pleasant for me or the baby." She said. He smiled at her, nodding, and then laid down flat on his back, and Haley took that as an invitation to get to it. She sat up and moved over to straddle his legs.

Every morning for the next four days, Sam would wake up and get up before Haley, waiting for room service to arrive with their breakfast. Every morning he'd have it laid out perfectly after it arrived and ready for Haley, who normally woke up within ten minutes or so after breakfast arrived. On the first morning, Haley had told him that his hunger had woken her up.

"It's like putting a vacuum to my bellybutton and hitting suction." She said. "Not exactly pleasant to wake up to." She'd stated.

So now he did his best to keep track of how hungry he was so as not to disturb her when she woke up. It didn't help much. Every time he saw the beautiful meals room service brought them for breakfast, he grew hungry enough to eat enough for two people. And that only upset Haley more, because she was eating for two people now.

"No eggs this morning?" Haley asked.

"No eggs." Sam confirmed.

"Good… the thought of the sloppy… golden… yolk… all dripping and… fluidy… and I want to…" She groaned. "Never mind, let's not go there." She said, climbing to her feet. "Let's go to the bathroom instead." And with that, she dashed passed Sam in the direction of the bathroom. Sam smiled and shook his head. Then a few seconds later he felt somewhat nauseous.

"Dammit, Haley, keep your symptoms to yourself." He said, rubbing his stomach. While the actual vomiting had ceased a few weeks after Sam and Haley had gotten back together, he still seemed to get the occasional feeling of nauseousness. He'd read up on it, and apparently there was nothing supernatural about it at all; some dads-to-be did share the symptoms of the expectant mother.

It was both a relief and annoying that it wasn't supernatural. A relief, because he wanted to keep his daughter away from as many supernatural influence's as possible, and annoying because if it was supernatural, then he was sure there would be something to be done to make it stop.

He was just setting the table for their breakfast, with Haley still retching in the bathroom, when a knock sounded at the door. Frowning, Sam left the table and opened the door.

A young man who no doubt worked at the hotel stood waiting for him.

"Can I help you?" Sam asked.

"Someone told me to give you this." The young man said, handing Sam a-

"Sorry, you must have the wrong person." He said, seeing his mobile phone in the young man's hand. He made to close the door.

"He told me you'd say that. He also said that… wait, he told me to be exact, uh…" The young man had a look of concentration on his face. "He said 'In case the hunt goes bad.' I think that was it anyway." Sam sighed, slouching against the doorframe.

"Okay, give it to me." He said. "How much did he pay you?"

"He didn't-"

"How much?" Sam demanded, feeling a little annoyed that his brother or father had somehow tracked him down.

"Fifty bucks." The young man said.

"That's all I'm worth to him?" He muttered, closing the door in the face of the surprised young man. "Haley, we've been found." He called as he returned to the table. He heard the sound of the toilet flushing.

"What!" Came the shocked voice of his wife. His wife… He shook his head; he couldn't get sidetracked from being angry. This was supposed to be his honeymoon, what right did they have to intrude on his two weeks of pure wedded bliss?

"Someone, I'm guessing either Dean or Dad, had my mobile delivered." He said. "'In case the hunt goes wrong' according to the guy who delivered it. They probably went out on some lame-ass hunt and expect me to come save them if something goes wrong." He said, shaking his head and tossing the mobile onto the bed.

"Don't you mean 'us'?" Haley asked, coming out of the bathroom.

"No, I mean 'me'." Sam said, a little forcefully. Haley opened her mouth to argue, but Sam continued. "I don't want anything to happen to you or the baby, and if a hunt becomes dangerous enough for Dean or Dad to need my help, then it's too dangerous for you too be there."

"Sam, I'm pregnant, I'm not an invalid. I can take care of myself and the baby." She said, putting her hand on her hips and narrowing her eyes at him. Despite the fact that she was abouta footshorter then him, it was amazing just how intimidating she could make herself seem, against all three Winchester men.

"But what if you can't?" Sam asked. Haley blinked.

"What do you-?"

"What if you can't protect yourself?" He asked. "What if something happens to you? Or the baby?" Haley just stared at him, and he bit his lip.

"Nothing- nothing- is going to happen." She said forcefully. "Not to me, and definitely not to the baby." She gave him a half smile. "I'm not as helpless as I look." She added, and Sam couldn't help but smile at that. "Now, I'll hear no more of Dean or John or hunting, at least until after breakfast." She said, and the tone of her voice left no room for argument. She glanced at the half-set table and the food they'd ordered for breakfast. "You want to finish setting up?" She asked in an expectant voice. Shaking his head in amusement, Sam set about finishing the preparations for their breakfast.

When Sam woke up the next morning, he was shocked to find that he, for once, had been the one who slept in, seeing Haley just setting up breakfast. He smiled, sitting up and watching her.

She looked up from the table, and turned around. "I thought I'd get breakfast for you for once." She said with an affectionate smile.

"Oh, but I so love getting your breakfast." Sam said. Haley walked over to him, her smile becoming a little more playful, and she took his head in her hands, planting a kiss on his lips. He smiled and reached forward, wrapping his arms around her chest and returning the kiss. When they finally pulled apart, he was grinning from ear to ear. "Okay, I surrender." He said, leaning back against the bed head with a playful smile of his own. "You go ahead and get my breakfast for me." Haley arched an eyebrow, but her smile didn't fade, and she returned to the table to finish setting up the breakfast they'd gotten today.

They were about halfway through breakfast when the mobile rang. Both Sam and Haley tightened their grips on the knives they were using to cut their bacon, but neither of them got up to answer the phone, ignoring it and continuing with there breakfast.

It stopped ringing after a few minutes, and Sam and Haley relaxed. Only to tense up again as soon as it started ringing again. Sam gave it the chance to stop, but finally slammed his knife and fork down on the table, got to his feet, and went over and answered the phone.

"This had better be important." He snapped into the phone.

"It is." John's voice came from the other end of the line.

"I take it you were the one who sent us the phone." Sam said.

"Shut up and listen Sam." John sounded uneasy, so Sam did as he was told. "I found it." Now Sam was definitely listening.

"Where?" He asked. Haley looked up from her breakfast, knowing there could only be one reason why Sam sounded both excited, reluctant and concerned all at the same time.

"I can't tell you right now." John said, and a muscle in Sam's jaw twitched. "But I can tell you that it knows I'm closing in again. I'vespoken to Dean. I need you to get to him as soon as you can."

"O-okay." Sam said, suddenly wondering how much danger his father was in. "Where should I-" The line went dead before he could finish. "Damn it." He said, dropping the mobile onto the bed.

"Has he found it?" Haley asked, and Sam turned to look at her, nodding slowly.

"He didn't say where he is though." Sam said. "He just said we need to find Dean…" He sighed, giving Haley a somewhat put off look. "I guess we'll have to cut this short." He said, disappointment evident in his voice. Haley sighed, dropping his knife and fork and getting to her feet.

"Well, look at it this way; we had almost a week an a half." She said. "That's the longest vacation from hunting I've had since… well, since I started." She smiled. "And you can't tell me it wasn't fun while it lasted, with the room service and the sex and the steam shower and-"

"Okay, point taken." Sam said, smiling and leaning down, kissing Haley on the lips. "We've had a great time, and I'm glad. I just wish it didn't have to end so soon." He said.

"Well… the sex doesn't have to end." She said, taking a step towards him. Sam grinned and wrapped his arms around her.

"Hmmm… tempting." He said, sitting back down on the bed and letting Haley sit on his legs. "But maybe we should wait until…" Haley chose that moment to kiss him, putting one hand on the back of his head and placing the other on his shoulder. He welcomed the kiss for a minute, and then pulled back. "… after." He finished. Haley looked disappointed, but not surprised, and stood up off his legs.

"No problem." She said. "It just means you'll enjoy it all the more when it finally happens." She stepped back, a teasing smile on her lips as she returned to her breakfast.

"Is that a promise?" Sam asked, also getting to his feet. Haley simply shrugged, and took a bite of bacon. Sam joined her, finishing his breakfast, and then they began packing up. When that was done (they hadn't brought much), they decided to take one last steam shower together before they left.

By ten o'clock, they were ready, and also disappointed, to leave. They turned around in the parking lot to take one last look at the hotel.

"So long, honeymoon." Sam said, and then turned around so that his back was turned to the hotel. "Hello life." He said in a mock-cheerful tone.

"It's not that bad, it's just…" Haley struggled to find the words that could sum up their life. Apparently, there were none. She just gave him a reassuring smile to cover up her inability to describe their life. "We're going to be just fine." She emphasized the 'we' to make sure Sam understood she was not going to be left out of this. Sam just grinned, and kissed her.

"Okay, I give, you can come." He said. "Like you even need my permission." He added, and she grinned as well. Sam pulled out his phone and dialled Dean's number; one downside to the two of them trying to avoid notice by Dean and John was that a car would be too obvious a clue, even with their skills in covering up their tracks.

"Daniel Worthington speaking." Dean answered.

"Mr. Worthington? Your car's been involved in a hit and run accident." Sam said in a deep voice.

"What!" Dean yelled. "Someone stole my baby?"

"No, someone hit it with a semi and then drove off before the police could arrive." Sam said, trying very hard not to laugh.

"Wait, Sam, is that you?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, it's me." Sam said, letting himself laugh now.

"So my car's safe, right?" Sam heard shuffling on the other end of the line, like Dean was moving, and then the sound of curtains being separated, followed by a sigh of relief. "You're a cruel bastard, you know that?"

"Hey, I'm the one who had his honeymoon cut short." Sam said.

"Ah, yes, how is the new Mrs. Winchester?" Dean asked. Sam glanced at Haley, who was fiddling with the belt on her jeans.

"Suffering the nuisances of having an ever expanding belly." Sam said. Haley shot him a look, and returned to loosening her belt. "And looking ready to commit murder. Has Dad really found the demon?" He asked.

"Don't know, he just told me he'd call once the three of us are back together." Dean said.

"Well, it's a step up from text-messaging coordinates, I'll give him that much." Sam said. "How will he know when we're back together?"

"Didn't say." Dean answered.

"Well, we'll worry about that when he calls." Sam said. "Haley and I need a ride."

"Sneaking off in the dead of night for you honeymoon have some drawbacks?" Dean asked in an amused voice.

"Just come pick us up." Sam said. "We're at the Sea Side Hotel."

"Of course you are, the one place Dad told me he'd already checked." Dean said. "Okay, I'll be there in ten." And with that, Dean cut the connection. Sam laughed, shaking his head and sliding his phone into the back pocket of his jeans.

"I think Dad was actually on my side for once." He said.

"What?" The shock was evident in Haley voice.

"He told Dean he'd already checked here," Sam explained. "I guess Dean assumed that meant we weren't here." Haley chuckled at that, but went on loosening her belt. "Baby giving you a hard time?" Sam asked with a grin.

"No, just reminding me she's there." Haley said, finally finding the right hole. Then suddenly she grabbed Sam's hand and placed it on her belly. They both waited expectantly for a few minutes.

"She was kicking, I felt her." Haley said.

"No need to rub it in." Sam said, and grinned at her to show he was joking. But he did feel a little disappointed. He sighed and pulled his hand back. "Maybe next time." He said. Haley nodded, frowning. She opened her mouth to say something, but at that moment Dean drove into the parking lot. She turned and smiled at Sam, and then walked over to where Dean was parking the car.

Dean climbed out of the car as the two newlyweds approached, and flashed Haley a cocky grin. "Does the brother-in-law get a kiss?" He asked. Sam snorted.

"What happened to no chick-flick moments, Dean?" He asked.

"Who said anything about chick-flick moments?" Dean asked, turning his grin on Sam. "I just want to kiss from my brother's wife." Sam rolled his eyes, and then his mouth fell open when Haley grabbed Dean by the front of his shirt and slammed their lips together.

He stood there for a minute, while his brother and his wife exchanged tongues, and then he pulled Haley away from Dean before they exchanged wedding vows.

"I'm not normally the jealous type, but one more second of that and I would've had to punch him." He said. Haley grinned up at him.

"It was a once-of thing." She said, and turned a grin of her own in Dean's direction. "I was just giving him a taste of what he's never going to get." Sam couldn't help but smile, even though less then a minute earlier Haley, his wife (it still felt weird thinking of her like that) had been making out with his brother.

"Prove it." He said. Without hesitating, Haley wrapped her arms around Sam's chest and pressed her lips to his.

"Okay, I only tolerate kisses like that when I'm the one giving them." Dean said, pulling the two of them apart (with some difficulty) barely ten seconds later. "Both of you, in the car, now." He made such a good impression of John Winchester that neither Sam nor Haley were in any hurry to argue. Sam raised an eyebrow, but nothing more.

Dean just grinned as they separated, Haley taking the front seat (and pulling on her seat belt with only some difficulty), while Sam took the back seat, much to both their disappointment. Dean, of course, took the driver's seat. Haley glanced at Sam in the rear view mirror, and grinned. Even if Sam wasn't particularly thrilled about the life they'd been forced into, for Haley, hunting was as much a part of her life as Sam and Dean were, and it felt good to be getting back into it. Even if Dean and Sam were going to treat her like she was made of porcelain, and there was no doubt in her mind that they would.

"Hello life." She whispered with a grin.