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Haley leads the way into Nathan Scott's house. Dean, Sam, and Brooke following behind. Everyone was thrown all over the place, it reminded Haley of a jungle scene. Dancing, intoxicated fools were all over the place and Haley suddenly felt the need to leave.

"Now this is what I'm talking about." She heard come from Brooke.

Haley rolled her eyes. Of course Brooke would enjoy this scene. Nathan walked up to them, drink in hand, and a smile on his face.

"Hello girls. I glad to see that you guys came." He said for all them to hear but really aimed it at Haley. Along with a wink.

Dean noticed that and felt an undeniable feeling in the pit of his stomach. Haley forced a smile at Nathan than introduced Dean and Sam.

"Where's the bar?" was her next question, she really needed a drink.

Nathan pointed into the next room. Haley smiled her thanks and went in that direction. Sam, Dean, and Brooke followed. They got to the bar and Haley asked for the strongest drink and the bartender delivered. Dean asked for a beer and Brooke dragged Sam onto the dance floor. Haley and Dean sat by the bar.

"So are you going to tell me why the hell you guys won't go away?" She whispers for his ears only.

"Not here." Was his only reply.

Haley wanted to hit him in the face, so bad. "And why the hell not?" Her voice getting a little louder.

"Because this is not a conversation for a party." He said in a whisper, reminding her to lower her voice.

"Dean," She tried to calm down and the result was her talking though clenched teeth. "I don't even want to be here and I sure as hell don't want to be here with you. The only reason I have been looking forward to this was to get yours and Sam's lame excuse about the reason you two are stalking me. And I would really appreciate it if you just tell me."

"I will, just not here." Dean said with a voice that said drop it for now.

Haley wanted to scream. "God, I don't know what I see in you." As soon as those words were out, she wished she could take them back.

A cock smile came across his face. "So you like me?"

Haley tried to back up, "No." She lied knowing it was useless.

Dean just stared at her, smiling.

"Stop looking at me like that."

He didn't and she was getting mad. That's when an idea pops up in her head. "Matter of fact, I have feelings for Nathan." It was half true.

Dean's smile faded and he sprints his eyes. He nods his head. "Yea right."

"I'll prove it." Was her last words before she got up and headed towards Nathan, who was across the room talking to a blonde.

Dean looks at the bar tender, "Another beer please."

Dean had been watching Haley from the bar for a little over an hour. A smile pasted on her face and her full attention on Nathan. Dean felt like he was watching a corny sitcom. One that he didn't find amusing, in any way what so ever. He felt sick when he saw Haley wrap her arms around him. In that moment he really wanted to punch Nathan in the face. He shifted when he felt jealously hit him harder. He took a long drink of his cold beer. He felt a head ach coming on, one that would not be going away anytime soon.

Dean's attention didn't leave Haley and Nathan, until someone took a seat next to him.

"Are you still tormenting yourself?" Sam asked looking at his brother than at Nathan and Haley.

Dean played it cool. He leaned back in the stool, his back touching the front of the bar. His arm sat on the top of the bar. Dean took a drink of his beer. "Naw."

Sam looks at him and laughs. "Yea, okay." He looks back at them.

Dean follows his brother's glaze and rolls his eyes. He sets the beer behind him. "Where's your date?"

Sam turns to face his brother, "She went off to talk to a friend. But she told me she would be catching with me later."

"Good, you need some fun." Dean replies turning to face the bar and taking another drink.

"Dean, fun is the last time thing I need."

Dean looks at his brother and rolls his eyes. "Dude you're been a stick in the mud for a while now."

Sam cuts in, "6 months."

"What?"

"You don't mean a while, you mean 6 months."

Dean is taken aback by Sam's statement. He looks at Sam, "What?"

Sam looks ahead and chuckles, "Since Jessica died," Sam looks back at his brother, "You can say it Dean, you don't have to tip toe around it." Sam tried hiding the sadness in his voice, but Dean could still hear it.

Dean looks ahead and really wished he could take this pain away from his baby brother, but he knew he couldn't, and that knowledge really ticked him off. And Dean being Dean had to come up with some smart ass remark. "Naw, you were always a stick in the mud." Dean said as he took a drink of his beer.

When Sam didn't reply, Dean turned to face his brother, "Look Sam, I don't know what's it likes to use somebody like that, But I would think she would want you to be happy, God forbid have fun once in a while…. Wouldn't she?"

Jessica's memory filled Sam's mind and a smile appeared across his face. The smile quickly fades, "Yea, I know she would." Sam looks at Dean, "But I'm not ready to move on. I need to find dad and find Jessica's killer. I need to ice that son of a bitch."

Dean shakes his head as he turns back in his seat, "You and dad are like two peas in a pod when it comes to revenge."

Sam turns in his seat, "Last time I checked you were on the same page."

"I am, it's just. What's the point?"

"What's the point?" Sam asked anger shooting though him. "The point is to kill the thing that did this to our family!"

Dean looks down, "You once told me, that it doesn't matter what we do, it won't bring mom back…" Dean looks up, "And it won't bring Jessica back either."

Sam felt his hands roll up into fists. "Don't say that."

"It's true." It came out in a whisper.

"I don't want to hear it."

Dean couldn't believe how naïve Sam was being. He shook his head in disbelief. He knew Sam was still going through a hard time and had every right to want revenge on the thing that destroyed their family. But lately he has had a very bad feeling about going after this thing. And in that moment everything clicked in his head.

"That's why you made us stay in town. This deal is going to lead you the damn thing, isn't it?"

Sam's silence answered his question and he flipped. "Oh that's great Sam! Yeah lets go in head first after this thing because we have nothing to kill it with and the one person we need help from we can't find. So yes Sam lets dive in!" sarcasm filled his voice.

Sam rolled his eyes, "Stop with the dramatics Dean."

"The dramatics? Sam you're planning suicide here."

Sam doesn't reply to that statement. Dean felt himself begin to panic. He knew Sam way to well, and when he set his mind to something, he would do it. Something that Dean loved and hated about his baby brother. And the only other thing he shared with their father, other than stubbornness and the undeniable need for revenge. "Sammy, please…. I'm begging here, lets leave Tree Hill, find dad and then figure everything out after that. Please." Compassion filled Dean's voice which had Sam looking at his big brother, the only person who has been there since day one. The only person who could hide his emotions and his weaknesses, as if he didn't have such things. But when compassion showed in his voice, it was one of those moments you knew Dean was letting his guard down and he was feeling something so overwhelming that it was beginning to eat him alive. And Sam knew what that feeling was, it was panic, worry.

"Dean," Sam began.

"Sam." Dean cuts him off. "You and dad are all I have. We are all we have, and I will never understand your and dad's crazy obsession to kill this damn thing. Don't get me wrong, I want this SOB's head on a stick. But you two are willing to kill yourselves for this thing and guess what, I am going to have to be the one who buries you."

Sam looks at him, he was right. Before Sam could reply. Dean seen someone coming towards them and cuts him off. "If you're serious about not having fun, than you better make sure she knows that." His voice was back to emotionless.

Brooke gets to them, along with her, a pretty blonde. "Hey," Brooke wraps her arm around the blonde. "I wanted you to meet my good friend. Peyton, Sam and Dean, Sam and Dean, Peyton."

"Hi." Peyton greets.

Dean and Sam gives a fake smile as their hi.

Sam gets up, "Brooke, I need to talk to you."

"Ok."

Sam led Brooke outside. Peyton took a seat next to Dean and started up a conversation.

"Is everything okay?" Brooke asked as they got outside.

Sam looks down and smiles, "Um… I think you a great girl."

Brooke cuts him off, "Are you breaking up with me?" She asked, humor filled her voice.

Sam couldn't help but chuckle, "No, Um… it's just that you're a great, beautiful girl. But I'm not looking for anything….. fun or serious."

His words did hurt her, but she wasn't going to admit that. Plus maybe this was a good thing. She forced a chuckle, "Sam, I'm not looking for anything, either. I'm leaving in 2 months for NYC."

Sam wasn't prepared for the feeling that followed her words. He felt sad to know she agreed, he didn't understand this feeling. He smiles, than it quickly faded when he felt a pain so intense fill his head.
He placed his hand on his forehead and closed his eyes. The pain grew more and more intense that it bought him to his knees.

"Sam? Sam? Are you okay?" Brooke asked him kneeling next to him.

Images of Dean and Haley filled his mind, their faces repeated over and over. The pain grew more intense. Haley laughing, Dean smiling, happiness filled them. The last image to fill his mind was a sad, grieve filled, Dean. The images faded and so did the pain. Sam opened his eyes, to find Brooke staring at him.

"Are you okay?" Brooke asked for what Sam thought was the second time, but in reality it was the 20th time.

Sam stood up, "I got to go." Was all he said before walking away, leaving Brooke staring after him.

Sam got to Dean who was still talking to Peyton. "Dean we need to go."

Dean would normally ask why, but when he seen how drained Sam's face was. He quickly nods. "Okay."

Dean tells Peyton goodbye, after she gives him her phone number. Dean and Sam quickly find Haley, who was still hanging out with Nathan. Dean pulls her to the side. "Sam and I need to go. Do you work tomorrow?"

"Yea, 10– 5."

"Ok, we'll meet you after your shift."

Before Haley could say anymore, Dean and Sam headed out of Nathan's house.

They got in the car, but Dean didn't start the car. "Are you okay?"

Sam looks at him, "I just had a vision."

Dean looks at him confused, "While you were awake?"

"Yea."

"What was it about?"

Sam looks out the window, "You and Haley. Images of you two happy and laughing and cheerful." He left out the last image to fill his head. He didn't want to think of that particular image. "It wasn't like a normal vision of mine." Sam looks back at him. "Something doesn't feel right."

"Like what?"

"I don't know." Sam replied honestly. Sam looks away as Dean is about to start the car.

Right before Dean can start the car, Sam asks, "Do you like Haley?"

Dean looks at his brother, who had his eyes closed and his hand to his forehead.

Dean doesn't know how to answer that. "Um…. I think she's okay. Why?"

"Just be careful. She only has three months left and I' m hoping we break this deal, but you know just as well as I do that these deals are rock solid." Sam took a deep breathe. "I just don't want you getting hurt. I see the way you look at her and when you were talking about dad and I sacrificing ourselves for the thing that killed mom and Jess and how you would be the one to bury us. I know family is the most important thing to you." Sam realized he was rumbling on. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I don't want you to feel what I felt after I lost Jess. It's a pain I would never wish on anyone. Especially you."

"Thanks. But I'm pretty sure, you don't have to worry. She pretty much hates our guts. Plus, I got a Miss Peyton Sawyer's phone number."

Sam looks at his brother, who was looking at him was a smile that Sam knew too well. Dean's womanizing smile. Sam couldn't but laugh. He looks out the passenger window as Dean started the car.

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