Title: Friendship In Mourning
Author: crimsonredmagic
Fandom: One Tree Hill/Supernatural
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brooke Davis, Haley James, Dean Winchester (mentions Sam Winchester)
More of a Baley friendship piece but mentions Saley and has some brief Brean.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: Around 800
Warnings: Angst and mentions of death
Note: AU, Dean and Sam aren't hunters, just regular guys.
Disclaimer: I own neither OTH, SPN nor the quotes scattered throughout the fic.

A friend is someone who can see the truth and pain in you even when you are fooling everyone else.

Unknown

She'd never seen her quite so broken before. Haley had always been so strong and sure of herself with such an innocent exuberance for life and living. Now she looked like a shell, empty and fathomless.

How no one else saw through the loosely veiled mask her best friend was displaying to the world at this time she couldn't quite see. Brooke could see though, could see every tear Haley wiped discreetly from her cheeks, every smile that never quite reached her chocolate colored eyes.

The death of Sam Winchester had come so violently and so suddenly that it had spun everybody's world on axis, but it didn't hit anyone harder then Haley, not even Sam's older brother, Brooke's husband Dean who had adored his younger brother so profusely, had looked after him to the point of over protectiveness that the boy's parents used to joke that maybe in another life Dean had been Sam's father and part of him still remembered.

Sam had been such an influence on the lives around him that it wasn't so shocking that the loss of him would send ripples throughout his circle of people, Nathan, Lucas and Peyton had lost a close friend, Brooke had lost a friend turned brother in law, Dean his brother but Haley she had lost her everything – Husband, lover, friend – her entire world.

But she's trying to be brave, for everybody else and the only one that seems to see she's slowly sinking is Brooke and she has no idea what to do.

A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.

Anon

The guests were leaving finally and Brooke was glad to be rid of them, saying her good nights and thanking them for their support she closed her homes front door and clipped the lock hoping to block out the rest of the world and concentrate on the world under her roof at least for a few hours.

She turned to her husband sitting quietly on their overstuffed tan colored cloth couch and took in his appearance. He looked worn and tired and her heart ached for him.

He noticed her staring and gave a small sad smile, standing from the couch and coming to stand before her "It's been a long day" he said his hand coming to rest on her cheek softly "I'm going to head to bed"

Brooke nodded, nuzzling his hand a little before tilting her head forward and brushing her lips fleetingly against his "I'll be in later" she told him her eyes drifting toward the door of her spare bedroom.

His eyes followed the direction of hers and he nodded his head to himself knowing what she needed to do "Look after her" he implored, worried for his sister in law but not being able to go comfort her himself. Later, he would, in a few days when he'd gotten himself together enough to not be stifled by the weight of her grief, when his frame of mind was in better shape and he could deal with the weight of their combined sorrow and be of some use to his late brother's love.

Besides Haley didn't need him right now, what she needed was the one person besides Sam who knew her better then she knew herself and that person was and had always been Brooke.

He pulled away from his wife, squeezing her hand as they both walked in different directions. As he took the first step up toward his bedroom he heard a light tap on a door and his wife's breathy voice.

"Haley sweetheart it's me"

What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.

Aristotle

She can feel it as soon as she walks in to the bedroom. Pain, sorrow, longing, Haley's heartache, racing through her veins and becoming Brookes own. Every tear running down her best friends face is mirrored by the tracts on Brooke's, Haley's sobs echo through her brain and cause her shoulders to shake in the effort to keep them contained.

The widow on the bed in front of her is shattering into a thousand pieces before her very eyes and Brooke feels pieces of herself start to come apart as well. She sits beside Haley and draws a deep breath when the other woman's eyes turn toward her.

"I don't know what to do Brooke" Haley's voice is cracked and raw, heartbreak clear in every sound she makes "Tell me what to do"

Brooke didn't have an answer for her, couldn't think of anything that would sound remotely comforting, couldn't find the words to make all the pain disappear no matter how much she wanted to.

All she could do is wrap her arms around her trembling friend and pray that they were strong enough to get through.

When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there.

Anonymous

Found a few of my older one shots onmy hard drive the other day so thought I'd finish the ones that need finishing and post them all up :)