Title: Through the Ruins Part 1/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester/Haley James (Scott)
Fandom: One Tree Hill/Supernatural
Prompt: Dean and Sam lose the war. Lucifer enslaves humanity (Haley included)
Requested By: callmeadreamer
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill or Supernatural...But you all already knew that
They lost.
It isn't a fact Dean can easily accept but it happened all the same. The heroes lost and the earth belongs to hell – to Lucifer himself.
Bobby's dead, Sam is missing an eye, Castiel is just flat out missing and Dean has lost the one thing he has always had even when he hadn't had much of anything else at all – his unflinching trust and respect for his brother.
He can't bring himself to be anywhere near Sam and he will never stop blaming him for the mistakes he'd made, never stop hating him for choosing a demon over his own flesh and blood.
The apocalypse is the icing on the cake of one too many tiers.
They part ways and Dean travels the road once again alone and lonely, doing what he's always done, saving people – hunting things.
He stumbles upon her in a decrypted old factory on the outskirts of a smallish town in North Carolina.
Literally stumbles, hears a whimper and looks down to see a tiny little brunette with a tear stained face handcuffed to a rail.
Once upon a time he would have called her beautiful, not hot, not sexy but sparkling and pure. Now with her dark rimmed eyes, pale pallor and bruised black flesh the only word he can muster up in his mind to describe her is haunting. She's ghost like and ethereal and so broken he's not even sure she's a whole person.
He saves her.
He saves her, lets her out of her bindings but can't bring himself to walk away. He bundles her up into his well worn leather coat and slips her into the passenger side of his Impala.
She doesn't say a word, just sits next to him for what seems like hours as they drive away from her prison. She stares at a tarnished gold ring on her finger and sobs.
Her sobs turn to cries, her cries to whimpers and then suddenly she's babbling incoherently, her voice harsh and scratchy from misuse and it isn't long before her tale of woe takes shape in the echoes of the otherwise silence of his car.
Her words cut into his soul more deeply and efficiently than any sword could ever hope to.
Her dead husband, her slain son, all the friends and family she'd lost to death or captivity, her whole world shattered because he and Sam had failed in their mission.
She was the epitome of who he'd sworn to protect, innocence and life represented by a broken girl – the beacon of his biggest failure.
If he had any tears left to cry he'd cry her an ocean and do his best to wash away her pain in the waves.