Four.

Wrenching open the door, she tore into the room. She'd never been so angry, scratch that, furious, in her whole life. Rage ripped through her every nerve until it was all she could do not to smash the bedside lamp into a million pieces on the ground. She heard him before she saw him, turning away she screwed her eyes tight shut "Don't come in here!" she exclaimed, knowing he would anyway.

"You have to talk to me," his voice was low but she could tell she'd upset him. She hoped so, she hoped he felt as if something had been ripped out of him, because that was how she felt.

"Why?" she spun round, her eyes aflame "Why don't you just skulk off to Palo Alto now, you don't need us anymore do you?"

He looked down, pressing his eyelids shut for a moment "That isn't why I'm going and you know it."

He was right. Why did he always have to be right? "Then why are you going Sam? Explain it to me, because I'm having a hard time understanding," a salty tear wove its way down her face.

"This is what I want, what I've always wanted," his chocolate brown eyes felt like they were boring holes through her "You looked at prospectuses with me, Hales."

"But I never thought you'd really go!" her voice stuck in her throat painfully "I just- I can't believe you're leaving us," she turned away again, a hand tearing through her hair agitatedly "Leaving me."

"You're my best friend," he responded in a soothing voice. He was right behind her but she couldn't stand to look at him, how would she live without seeing him everyday? Without knowing he was right there beside her, how would she breathe?

Rotating, she stared him down, determined to make him take back everything he'd said. She wasn't even sure if Dean knew yet, she'd just walked in on him mid fight with John and then bolted. Attempting to push past him he stepped in her way, forcing her to try to push past him. As he folded her into his arms and her thrashing protestations abated, she finally felt herself give way to the grief that choked her heart like a black, ever tightening fist. Tears coursed down her face and she would have felt bad that she was staining his t-shirt if she hadn't hated him so much in that moment. How were they going to survive without him? The smell of him hit her hard into her and she realising exactly what she was losing. Her best friend, the one person she'd been able to completely and utterly count on from that day at six years old when she'd had nothing but the clothes on her back. And now he'd be in California and she'd be god knows where with Dean and John in the Impala. Pulling back, they stood and stared at each other for a moment, just a second, with his arms still loosely strung around her waist. Before either of them knew what they were doing, they were kissing and tumbling backwards onto the bed. Fingers laced with fingers as she threw his heather grey shirt aside and her body arched in response as his roughened hands roamed her. They were feverish and ardent and the moment was a bubble that couldn't be broken.

A crashing sound awoke Haley in the middle of the night. A shape silhouetted against the wall approached her bed and she steeled herself for whatever was headed her way, her hand snaking its way toward her bedside table where she'd stowed weapons.

"Hales?" a drunken voice slurred.

"Jeez Dean," Haley exhaled the breath she'd been holding in her chest "You jerk, you scared the crap out of me."

Collapsing on the bed he smiled crookedly "I got a little…" he faltered.

"Drunk?"

"Yes, drunk," he sighed wearily "Why is your bed so much more comfortable than mine?"

"Because mine doesn't have Sam in it," she laughed quietly before realising the painful irony of her statement.

"Hmm," Dean groaned, snuggling into the pillow. Too tired to object, Haley settled back down into the bed, tugging the duvet up over her waist. "Haley?"

"Yes?" she regarded him for a minute and he smiled contentedly across at her from where his head lay opposite.

"I love you." The room was silent, aside from the sound of cars outside and Sam's gentle snoring in the bed next to theirs. "And I think I broke your lamp."

Author's Note; little bit of comedy there for ya (: hope you enjoyed a little saley sexy time and as always, detailed feedback is always appreciated, tell me what you liked, didn't, what you hope will happen, whatever, i want to know.