This was written a few weeks ago, originally meant to be a hell of alot longer but I'm going through a serious case of writers block at the moment and my muse refuses to co operate...This is the only thing I've written in quite awhile that I havent scrapped. Going to try and work on a full length one shot to post with in the next two weeks though :)
She doesn't remember how things got to this point only that they did.
He isn't the man she married, the one she loved with everything that was inside her soul, the one she raised a son with, the one she built a home with, this man, this man standing before her in his tailored white suit, was someone else, something else, not Sam but a monster, the devil, Lucifer himself.
She wishes Brooke were here, or Dean, but they're not, they could never be, because they don't fight on the same side anymore and Haley has to remind herself that she's the enemy, just like him, maybe even worse because she chose to stay even after the change, she chose to stay by his side. Chose to align herself with the bastard who took away her husband because of those rare instances when he'd let Sam come back to her and she could be complete again if only for a few moments.