Eye of the Storm

Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural in any way. I do own Haley Winchester and Laura Whitman.

Author's Note: A quick explanation about Sam being the necessary part of the Demon's restoration (Ooh, scary Harry Potter flashback… over it now). I wanted to make sure Sam and Dean still got plenty of spotlight, even though Haley is the one who can kill the Demon (well, her blood, anyway). One reason why Haley still technically only has one gift (the psi-demon's additions don't count) and Sam has two (so far – yes, I like brackets, stop looking at me like that) like he did in the show.

Review Answers: Oh, thankyou, reviews always push me to go faster, especially super good reviews like these.

Ghostwriter – Good, shocking, but well received, exactly what I was hoping for (shock is good for me). As it happens, it was actually Spike and Buffy that gave me the idea for Dean and Meg… I was watching the bit where they bring that house down around them whilst having sex, and it hit me: Dean and Meg would make an awesome, if bizarre, couple.

Spuffyshipper – Update here. This technically is Salvation/Devil's Trap, just my AU version of it. Large parts of this being an AU is the major lack of the Colt, Haley's existence, the Heart of Gold prophecy, and, as you pointed out, the fact that Jim and Caleb weren't killed by Meg.

puplover77 – Lol, interesting reaction. Interesting, but good all the same. Glad to see it was so well received. And I'm glad you think it was so well written. Here's more for ya.

AnimeFan918 – Thanks. Which other one would that be? Heart of Gold or Twisted Love? Whichever one it was, I recommend the other as well. Unless you don't like slash, then I wouldn't recommend Twisted Love.

FireZombie – Thanks, vows were written by moi, took me ages to come up with them. I'm glad the ending was received so positively, here's the update you ordered, would you like some fries with that (I need a new punchline).

EmSyd – Thank you. Shocking is good.

Chapter 6: Through Your Eyes

Haley bent down, putting her hand on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. Before she'd become pregnant, she could've run… well, she'd have gotten a lot further then the edge of the woods by now. However, since she'd started carrying around a passenger, things had gotten so much harder.

She didn't stop to rest for long. She had to get back to the house to warn John (and hopefully, Sam, if he was there) about who the Demon was really after. As soon as she'd caught her breath, she started running again (and not very fast). She could only hope that there might be someone kind enough to give her a lift. Because she could not run all the way back to Missouri's house, there was just no way.

And not five minutes later:

"Need a lift?" Haley looked up at the vehicle that had parked beside, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"John, thank god."

"Thank Missouri." John said, opening the side door of his truck. Haley looked incredulously up at the door, wondering just how high she'd be able to get with a belly the size hers was. John clearly saw this dilemma, and quickly climbed out to help her up.

"So, Missouri told you where I was?" Haley asked five minutes later as they drove down the road in the direction of Missouri's house.

"Yeah, she said you may need a lift." John said. "What were you thinking, going off on your own?" He berated her. "Anything could've happened, to you, to the baby. The Demon could've gotten to you."

"Hey, I left a note for Sam," Haley snapped, feeling anger, fuelled by fear, practically rolling off of John. "Besides… the Demon isn't after me. At least, not in the way we thought." She said. John raised an eyebrow. "It's after me, yes, but only because I can kill it." John didn't look any less confused. Haley rolled her eyes. "It needs Sam's blood to return to full power, not mine." She all-but shouted at him.

John's eyes widened, but that was the only thing that gave away the shock and new sense of fear that was now coming from him. If he'd had less self-control, Haley had no doubt he'd have slammed the brakes of the truck like most people did when they heard news like that. Luckily for Haley, John wasn't most people.

Wow, who'd have thought one day I'd actually be thankful John's the way he is? Haley wondered. She glanced at her father-in-law (wow, it was almost as strange thinking of him like that as it had been thinking of Sam as he husband), still feeling hints of fear coming from him, but not much. Not from lack of fear, merely incredible skill at burying emotions.

What it must've been like to lose Mary… I can't imagine ever losing Sam. But then, I've done it twice already, what's one more time going to matter? She thought bitterly. Twice since meeting Sam, she'd almost lost him. The first time being right here in Lawrence when the poltergeist had tried to strangle him. The second being when she'd turned her back on Sam and on hunting to go and live with her mother. Both times had been too close for comfort in the end and she never wanted to be that close again.

"Can this thing go any faster?" She asked John irritably. A second later, the truck sped up a lot more then was probably legal.

-;-

By the time he reached the actual station building, Sam was beginning to feel better. At least, his thoughts were more ordered and he could actually remember what he was supposed to do. The aftermath the headache was still with him, but aside from that, all evidence of the vision seemed to have faded.

He stepped into the small building, and was hit with a blast of cold air from the air conditioning. Being hot and sweaty from his hasty trek through the woods, he felt as though he'd stepped into an earth-bound heaven.

But his bliss was short lived as he remembered he had to get in touch with his father. Turning away from the air conditioner, he walked up to the counter.

"Do you have a phone I can borrow?" He asked. The bored-looking clerk sitting behind the counter looked up from his magazine, and nodded behind Sam, who looked over his shoulder and saw a payphone at the other end of the room. He gave the clerk a thankful smile, but the man had already turned his attention back to his magazine. Frowning, Sam turned towards the payphone, fishing his wallet out of his pocket to get some money.

Dropping a couple of coins into the payphone, he dialled and number and waited for his father to pick up.

"Come on. Come on, pick up." He muttered as it continued to ring. Finally, when he was just about to hang up and maybe try and walk back to Lawrence, he heard someone answer his father's cell phone.

"Hello?"

"Haley?" Sam asked incredulously. "Is that you?"

"Sam?" He heard relief in Haley's voice.

"Yeah, it's me." Sam said. "Where were you? I've been searching all day."

"Yeah, I think someone's playing games with us," Haley said. "I had some… things to take care of. But I know I left you a note telling you I'd be back."

"Well, it wasn't there when I woke up," Sam stated. "Listen, Haley, I need you to come pick me up. I'm assuming you're with Dad?" He said.

"Yeah, he picked me up." Haley said. "Where are you?" She asked.

Sam opened his mouth to answer, but froze when he felt the cold barrel of a shotgun stick into the nape of his neck, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Put it down." Someone (presumedly the person holding the shotgun) whispered menacingly. Sam tried to look over his shoulder to see who it was, but the barrel of the gun digging into the back of his head changed his mind.

"Sam?" Haley voice was now filled with concern. "Sam, are you still there?"

"Hang up." The man hissed. Sam hesitated, wondering if he could tell Haley where he was before the assailant fired. But then what good would that do if he already had a bullet in his head? "Now!" The man growled. Reluctantly, still hearing Haley's voice, Sam replaced the phone on the receiver. "Good boy." Something about the way he said that sent shivers up Sam's spine. Or maybe that was just the fact that someone had a gun positioned perfectly to blow a small hole through Sam's head. "'You expecting anyone?"

"No," Sam answered in a low whisper. He doubted there was any chance Laura was coming to get him, and he hadn't gotten a chance to tell Haley where to pick him up. As far as he could tell, he was on his own.

"Good." The next second, Sam felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and everything went black.

-;-

When Dean woke up, he felt the after effects of the previous… whenever (he couldn't really tell what time of the day or night it was) like a pain in the neck.

No, wait, he really did have a pain in his neck.

He opened his eyes and discovered the pain was because he was lying flat on his back with his head propped up against the wall. How he'd managed to sleep like that, he had no idea.

Memories of his actions flooded his brain. He sat bolt upright as every single thing he'd done with Meg returned to him in painful detail. Well, he tried to sit bolt upright. His rise was brought to an abrupt halt when the handcuffs holding his right arm to a leg of the weapons table (why did Jim have to bolt it to the floor?) were pulled as tight as it would go.

He looked around the room. No sign of Meg. No sign of the keys to the cuffs. No sign of his clothes either. At least she'd had the decency to leave him some sort of sheet to protect what little modesty he had.

"Of all the things…" He muttered. "Sam rebels, he goes to college. I rebel, I screw a demon." Why did he have to be the obedient son? The good little soldier, following every order no matter what he thought about it. And then, when he finally cracked and did something his father would not approve of, it had to be as far away from approval as he could go.

He'd only done this once before. Well, he'd never had sex with a demon before, but he had disobeyed his father. Okay twice, but the business with the shtriga didn't count because this is disobedience brought on by rebellion, not boredom, that he's thinking of.

It hadn't been long after Sam had left. He'd been hit with a large amount of guilt for not doing more to convince Sam to stay. And a large part of him had blamed his father for Sam's sudden and apparently (at the time) permanent departure. John had, after all, told Sam that if he was going to go, he should stay gone.

So Dean had done the only thing he was good at besides taking care of Sam and hunting. He'd gone out, gotten drunk, and had sex. And then he'd woken up beside Cassie the next morning. And so had begun what he'd thought at the time could actually be a relationship. They'd been dating for a few weeks, when John had called him for a job that would take the two of them to get done.

Not wanting to just leave Cassie without an explanation, he'd told her absolutely everything. And, for the second time in only a couple of months, had had the one person he cared about above all else turn their back on him at a moments notice.

"So naturally, this time I went for someone who already hated me," He said to himself. "So that I wouldn't be shocked when she did…" He glanced at the handcuffs. "This." He finished. He suddenly noticed a small piece of paper, folded up and wedged inside the cuff around the table leg. Curious, and took pried it out and unfolded it.

You were good. Too good to go to waste. If you weren't, you'd be dead by now. I'll see you later.

It probably would've seemed quite casual, if you skipped the third sentence and didn't know who had left it for him.

He pulled uselessly against the handcuffs, considering his options. There weren't many. He could sit there, essentially naked, and wait for some poor innocent person to walk into the church, expecting to talk to a priest, and instead find him. If that didn't happen, then he had no doubt Meg would be back once she was finished with whatever she'd left to do (Dean had a sneaking feeling it had something to do with his brother).

He didn't care much for either of those, and his only other option was to scour the floor for something he could use to pick the lock on the handcuffs. So that's what he did.

And, surprisingly, it didn't take him that long to find something. There was a small piece of wire under the table that seemed to have fallen down behind it. After a lot of stretching, Dean managed to pull it out, and after that it didn't take very long to free himself of the handcuffs. Then he was on his feet and leaving the room before he even made a conscious decision to do so.

He glanced out into the main part of the church, was beyond thankful to find it completely deserted. Keeping the sheet wrapped around his lower body (being naked in front of family was one thing, strangers was a completely different subject), he walked quickly over to his clothes and took them back into the room, where he quickly got dressed. He winced, forgetting up until that moment that Meg had stabbed him in the shoulder. It was fairly shallow (he'd been pulling back even before she'd made to stab him), but it still hurt like hell. And the scratches on his back stung when he first pulled his shirt on. But he bit into his lip and continued getting dressed. Thankfully, the cut above his eye had stopped bleeding. It would've made it kind of hard to drive if he'd had blood seeping into his…

He suddenly froze as he was pulling his jeans up, his thoughts moving to the impala parked outside in the church parking lot. He quickly finished with his jeans, grabbed his jacket off the table, and then ran as fast as he possibly could out of the church.

To his utter relief and surprise, there didn't seem to be any exterior damage to his baby. And a quick inspection under the hood told him the interior seemed to be safe as well. He let out a sigh of relief, and closed the hood down, walking around to the driver's door as he pulled on his jacket. He climbed in, started the car, and roared out of the parking lot.

-;-

Haley tapped her fingers impatiently against the table as she waited for John and Missouri to return. They seemed to think that because she was pregnant, she was incapable of helping them track down where the call had come from. She wasn't actually sure how they planned on doing that, but clearly a pregnant woman couldn't help.

She sighed, closing her eyes and delving down into herself, empathically reaching out to the life growing inside of her. It helped to relax her sometimes, to feel the small collective of emotions, like a combination of herself and Sam. Of course, it was dormant at the moment, like a person felt when they were asleep. Although that may not be a good example, because in some cases people were even more emotional when they were asleep then when they were awake (Sam during one of his nightmares was a good example of this).

Her eyes suddenly snapped open as she felt a sharp pain strike into the back of her head. Almost before she had a chance to recognize that she felt the pain, it was gone again, leaving Haley dazed as if someone had hit her with something hard right where the pain had been.

She put her hand up to where she'd felt the pain, but there was nothing there, no sign that just seconds earlier she had felt as though someone had hit her. She frowned, and then quickly got to her feet, rushing to the door. The only answer she could come up with was that either John or Missouri had been attacked and she'd felt it.

But as soon as she'd opened the door into the living room, she knew that couldn't be it. John and Missouri were sitting at the coffee table, with Sam's laptop in front of them. Haley bit her lip, now more then a little confused. Had she just imagined the pain?

She closed the door before either John or Missouri saw her, and went back to sit down at the table. She really wished she could be out there looking for Sam like he had for her. But even if she hadn't been pregnant, she doubted she'd be allowed. Oh, wow, did she actually need permission to go out and look for her husband?

But as much as she hated to admit it, she understood why John didn't want her to go out searching. Every time someone did that, they seemed to disappear, whether by accident or interference, and right now they couldn't afford to lose anyone else.

She gave a startled jerk as John's cell phone started ringing. Giving herself a shake, she picked up the phone and hit the talk button.

"Sam?" She said, almost desperately.

"Dean." Came the response.

"Oh… hi, Dean." She muttered.

"Haley, is that you?" Dean asked.

"Yes it is me, no I wasn't abducted, yes I did leave a note, no I don't know where Sam is," Haley said all this very fast, like she knew exactly what Dean had been going to ask. Judging by the stunned silence on the other end of the phone, she wasn't far off.

"Sam's missing?" Dean finally asked.

"Yeah…" Haley said softly. "We were talking on the phone… I think maybe he got separated from Laura… anyway, he just hung up."

"Uh… don't people normally do that when they've finished on the phone?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, but we weren't finished!" Haley snapped irritably. "He was about to tell me where he was so we could go get him and then-"

"Whoa, chill, I was just asking." Dean said. Haley sighed exasperatedly, putting a hand to her head.

"Yeah, I know." She said. "How far away are you?" She asked.

"A couple of hours still." Dean said. "It'll probably be morning by the time I get there." Haley nodded, even though he couldn't see her.

"Okay, I'll see you then," she said. "Oh, we may be out looking for Sam. Missouri normally leaves the back door unlocked when she goes out, so if we're gone you can get in through there."

"Okay, later." Dean said, and Haley could hear the hint of worry in his voice.

"Yeah… later." Haley said nonchalantly, ending the conversation and dropping the phone onto the table. "Sam, where are you?" She whispered, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples, still feeling a little dazed from the blow to her head.

Wait, what blow to the head? Her eyes snapped open, and with a sharp intake of breath, she found herself trapped, enclosed in a small, dark space. The ropes binding her wrists behind her back were so tight they were cutting into her skin. She was panicking, her breath getting quicker.

"Haley." She tried to move, kicking out wildly with her legs. All that got her was yet more evidence that there was no room for someone as tall as her. No, wait, that didn't make any sense. She wasn't tall.

"Haley. Haley, snap out of it!" She was back in the kitchen, lying on the floor, staring up at John's worried face. She sat up, still feeling the darkness closing in on her, the panic falling over her like a thick blanket, snatching away what little air that had remained. She swallowed, looking from John to Missouri, and then back to John.

"I know where Sam is." She said in a hoarse voice, confusion and certainty filling her eyes at the same time.

-;-

A/N: Yes, that is all until the next chapter. Before anyone asks (in case any of you were going to), Haley's little visit into (guess who)'s mind was an extension of her empathy. She was basically reaching out for him and just happened to lock in on him. She sorted projected the empathic part of her mind into his mind and felt everything he was feeling. That make any sense? Hope so, cause I don't know how else to explain. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, I think I know how the next one will go, so it shouldn't be too long before it's up as well. Until then, Cyas.