Title: Tragically Ending (Follow on to Tragically Beautiful and Tragically Broken)
Fandom: One Tree Hill/Supernatural
Pairings: Dean/Haley
Rating: 16+
Warnings: Adult themes, violence, dubcon, character death, torture (although nothing is graphic)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I'm just playing with the characters for my own sick and twisted pleasure :)

She'd resigned herself to her fate when Dean came to get her.

She'd been without hope, beaten, scared, terrified of her own shadow, broken beyond repair and then suddenly he was by her side telling her that everything was going to be alright and that they were finally free.

At first she'd thought he wasn't real, a trick maybe, a scenario Sam had thought up to torment her, he was good at that after all, Sam was almost a master at mental manipulation and there was nothing he seemed to like more than messing with her mind whenever the occasion called for it, making her believe things that weren't real, would never be real again.

But Deans hands loosening her bonds felt real, his flesh blessedly cool and tender on her skin felt it too, and the sadness in his eyes as he tried to piece enough of her clothes together to make her decent again was so profound and raw that she eventually became convinced her salvation wasn't a charade.

She didn't think to ask how exactly he'd gotten them out, she'd assumed he'd somehow managed to get the better of his brother and his henchwoman and overpowered them, maybe even killed them.

The thought gave her a sick sense of satisfaction, an almost insane gleefulness that would have appalled the Haley of old.

They slept together that night, but it felt different then the times they had before, it didn't feel like just sex, like two bodies going through the motions of intimacy, it felt like a cleansing, like a catharsis, it actually felt a lot like love.

With every caress Dean pieced her back together, every time they kissed she felt a little bit stronger and by the time they lay sated and spent in each other's arms, everything they had experienced during their captivity seemed to melt away, like everything they had endured had happened to somebody else, not to them, because they were untouchable.

She slept a dreamless sleep that night, safe and content and when she woke the next morning she felt like herself again.

But Dean was gone and in the place where he'd been right beside her the night before was white envelope that held inside a note explaining exactly what he'd given up in order for her to be at peace again.

At first she'd wandered aimlessly, angry at the world for once again taking away someone she loved, angry at Dean for sacrificing his life to keep her safe and angry at herself for not realising earlier just what he had meant to her.

But the anger soon gave way to grief and the grief slowly faded until all that was left was the realisation that Dean's sacrifice shouldn't be for nothing, that she should be honouring his last gift to her and not mourning all that was lost.

She'd achieve what both the Winchester brothers had craved for but had been denied all their lives. She'd find happiness and tranquillity.

With a hand placed tenderly on the slight bump of her stomach she decided that it was finally time for her to return home.