Supernatural – Heart of Gold
Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural. Haley is all mine. So is Blackwood. "Didn't We Love" is owned by Tamara Walker.
Author's Note: And so it comes to an end. Explanations and all are at the end because I don't want to spoil anything.
Epilogue 2: 'Til Death Do Us Part
It had taken them almost a day when they'd been going from Blackwood to Dethton. Of course, that was during the day and the driver was actually heeding the speed limit. As it happens, neither of those factored in to the drive back to Blackwood.
"Sam, I think you killed that rabbit," Dean said, looking over his shoulder and out the back window. If they had run over something though, Sam was going too fast for Dean to see it now. He looked over at his brother, whose entire focus seemed to be on the road ahead of him. "Sam, slow back down to the speed of sound!" he shouted. Sam eased down to a slightly more safe one-hundred-and-forty kilometers per hour. "She's going to be alright, Sam," Dean said.
"How do you know?" Sam said. "Come on, Dean, let's be serious. Mum died, Jess died. I think my record speaks for itself." Dean didn't know what to say to that. Sam appeared to have convinced himself that he was going to lose Haley based on what had happened to him in the past. But then why was he in such a hurry to get there if he was so sure Haley was already dead?
It took them about eight hours to reach Blackwood. It would probably have taken more if Sam hadn't kept speeding up every now and then. They might've gotten there sooner if Dean hadn't kept telling him to slow down.
He slammed the brakes a couple houses down from Haley's home, and the car spun and then skidded to a stop. Dean sat pressed against his seat, holding on as tight as he could to the bottom of it, eyes wide with fear. Sam seemed too focused on the burning building outside to realize he could've just killed them both. He threw the door open, and got out of the car.
After a few seconds, Dean became sure that the car had stopped moving, so he undid his seat belt, pushed open the door, and climbed out after Sam.
As Sam got closer to the house, one of the fire fighters stepped out in front of him to block his path.
"Whoa, wait, you can't go in there," he said. Sam ignored him and tried to push past him, but the guy took him by the arms and pushed him back. "I mean it; it's unsafe. The whole structure's become unstable."
"But I… I have to," Sam said glaring at the man, and using every bit of his height to try and seem as intimidating as possible. "I have to find out. My… I think my girlfriend's inside."
"She isn't," the firefighter said, and Sam froze, immediately fearing the worst.
"Wh-what?" he gasped, feeling like he'd been hit in the gut.
"There were no bodies inside," the firefighter said as Dean approached. Sam looked unsteadily up at the house. He knew that the bodies of the demon's direct victims were never recovered. But what about Haley. She hadn't been on the ceiling when it had attacked; was it possible she'd escaped? Or had she merely been burned to nothing by the flames like her mother. Sam bit his lip, not sure what to think.
"Sam." Dean put a hand on his brother's shoulder as the firefighter returned to helping his colleagues finish off what remained of the fire. Sam shrugged it off.
"Is she alive?" the younger brother whispered, like he expected Dean to know the answer to that question. Maybe he did. Slowly, Sam turned to look at his brother. "Dean… she's alive isn't she?" A sob sounded from somewhere in his throat. Dean stared at Sam, not sure what to say. "She has to be alive. Dean… Dean, I can't lose her too. I can't lose anybody else." Dean bit his lip.
"Yes," he finally said, and he hoped like hell that he wasn't lying. Sam finally looked directly at his brother. "But she's probably really messed up Sam… I mean, she just…" he saw the broken windows and trailed off. That didn't normally happen. At least not that he remembered.
"Where?" Sam said. Dean looked back to his brother. "Where would you go if you felt like there was no one left in your life?" Dean thought for a minute.
"A bridge?" he offered. Sam's glare was cold and serious and told Dean that wasn't the right thing to say. "Sorry," Dean said, looking down. Sam didn't see the look of seriousness on his face. Sam looked away, trying to think. There had to be something…
He suddenly gave a small laugh, looking away and shaking his head. Dean looked up. "What?" he asked.
"She told us," Sam said. "When there were days life became too hard to live. Where did she say she went?" he asked. Dean cocked his head to the side, trying to remember. His eyes widened in surprise.
"No, you don't think…?" he asked, turning to look straight at his brother. Sam shrugged. He wiped his eyes, and Dean realized he'd been close to crying.
"Let's find out," the younger Winchester said.
With a little apprehension, Haley took in a deep breath. Her clothes were strangely unmarked by the fire that she had felt against her skin earlier that night. Not even black from the ashes. Looking out at the crowd of people, she started.
Always makes me think of you
Are you thinkin' of me too?
When you see it shine
It's kind of sad
But I'm smiling, imagine that
Cause we were lucky to have what we had
If only for a time"
She looked around her as the flames continued to consume the place that had, just moments earlier, been her living room, and cried. For herself, for Mary, for Jess, for Dean and John, and most of all for Sam. Because she missed him. Because she wanted him to be there, to hold her, telling her everything was going to be okay. That he was there for her and that she was safe. But she'd slammed that door shut in his face, and she didn't think he was in any hurry to open it again.
"Didn't we set the nights on fire
Did ever a flame burn any higher
Wasn't it so sweet? Wasn't it?
Didn't we love?"
She was perfectly happy to just kneel there and burn. What difference would it make? The only person she had left to care was god knows how far away and probably didn't even know what was happening. But then she felt something. The faintest flicker of life, like when she'd reached out to Sam in Lawrence. Except it was coming from inside of her now. And it wasn't her own life that she felt.
Sometimes I just get this way
I can't forget you anyway
I wouldn't even try
I'd rather fall
Than never to have flown at all
It was heaven after all
If only for a time"
Her eyes widened. She's never felt something so beautiful as the beginning of new life. Tears started anew, but this time they weren't tears of loss and mourning. Nor were they tears of joy. They were tears of realization; of what she'd been about to let happen, and of about what it would mean not to do it.
The fire licked at her clothes, her skin was red where it got too close. She suddenly became aware of just how close she was to being burned alive. She moved like she was possessed, on her feet, moving through the flames where they were at their lowest and weakest, faster then any human could possibly hope to be, she suddenly found herself out of the house, coughing and spluttering and stumbling. But she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. She had to keep running. She had to get away from that house.
"Didn't we have it all back then
Will I feel that way again"
Haley felt her breath catch in her throat when she opened her eyes and saw Sam standing in the crowd, staring transfixed at her. It didn't seem possible. But she knew it was him, and her lips spread into a sad smile.
"Didn't we set the nights on fire
Did ever a flame burn any higher
Wasn't it so sweet? Wasn't it?
Didn't we love?"
He smiled when she recognized him, feeling a warmth inside him that he hadn't felt since she'd left. Behind him, Dean was just as transfixed as Sam by Haley's voice as she sat on the stage and finished singing.
"Isn't it bittersweet, isn't it?
She barely waited for the music to finish playing as she set the microphone down while standing up, and then ran off the stage, through the crowd, and threw herself into Sam's arms, wrapping her own tightly around his neck and crying into his shoulder. He embraced her as tightly as he could without suffocating her, his own tears barely contained as he held her to him, not wanting to ever let go of her.
"Shh, shh," he whispered soothingly, rubbing her back and stroking the back of her head, giving her the comfort she so desperately needed right then. "Everything's okay now. I'm here, you're safe now." He continued to stroke her, unaware of most of the people in the bar doing their best to give the young couple space while staring questioningly at the young man that stood behind them. Dean ignored them, and after about five minutes, Sam got to his feet. But he didn't let Haley go, and for that she was eternally thankful. He lifted her up and carried her like a small child, with Dean right behind him.
Sam set Haley gently down on the bed, where she sat staring at him for what seemed like forever. Dean noticed the mood between the two of them as he walked in, and slowed backed out again, deciding they needed some time together to sort things out.
Sam and Haley took about ten seconds, waiting to make sure Dean was really walking away from the door and not just pretending to, then Haley threw herself into Sam's arms and pressed her lips against his, desperate for the love she'd denied herself the past three months. Sam was all-too willing to oblige, kissing her back with a desperate passion that told Haley he'd felt just as deprived in her absence as she had in his.
Before they new what they were doing, Haley was stripping off her blouse, shirt, pants, continuing all the way until she was standing naked in front of Sam. An unspoken conclusion came that they couldn't wait for Sam to strip off so he just pulled his pants and boxers down, and pulled her to him. With a hunger equivalent to a starved predator in a cage with fresh meat, Haley laid back against the bed and took Sam into her, a long-missed thrill shooting through her body as he thrust, again and again.
"I've… missed… you!" she moaned, her whole body filled with ecstasy as he finally released himself into her. For a while, everything that had happened since Haley leaving up until that moment meant nothing. They were living in the moment, enjoying it while shutting off everything else for as long as they possibly could.
"I'm… so sorry," Haley gasped as Sam laid down, and rolling over so she was on top of him. She kissed his neck. Well, tongued it would be a better way to put it. Her lips moved, finding his ears as he stroked her naked body, enjoying the form of the young woman he had missed so much. She finally found her way to his lips, and they enjoyed a couple of long minutes of what Dean had called 'tonguing each other's throats', though in truth they didn't get quite as far as each other's throats. "I…" she gasped, "never… should've… left." She felt cold, and maneuvered him so that he was forced to roll over. Despite being worn out from six hours of driving, Sam was careful to keep his weight off Haley as they continued their heated make-out session.
Some hours later, they were both lying naked under a skimpy single sheet, Haley's head resting on Sam's arm as what literally seemed like the weight of the world came crashing back down on them.
"I just sat there… I couldn't do anything," Haley was explaining. "Could I have done anything? She was staring at me, I felt like she was angry at me, but in a different way, like she thought that what was happening was my fault." Sam was reminded horrifyingly of his dreams of Jess after she was killed; she'd blamed him in those.
"You can't do that to yourself, Haley," he said, holding her a little more protectively. She snuggled into his embrace. "Talk about it, think about it, cry about it. But don't think that you could have changed something. And whatever you do, you can't blame yourself," he said. "It'll only drive you crazy." He looked down at her, brushing a loose strand of blond hair out of her face, and a small smile crossed her lips.
"Mmm, I have you to do that," she said, leaning up and kissing him on the lips. "It's strange… I should be grieving… I should feel sad, but there's… there's nothing." She had a confused look on her face. "Is there something wrong with me, Sam?" she asked. He looked back down at her.
"Not a thing," he said, kissing her gently on the forehead. "You're perfect," he added, pulling her up onto his chest so that they could face each other. "My perfect angel," he said. She smiled again at that.
"I'm no angel," she said, leaning in to give him a light kiss. The burning desires had been doused for now; only intimacy remained. But that wasn't a bad thing. Sam smiled through the kiss, and when Haley finally pulled back, he felt something in him that he hadn't felt since before Jess had died. Certainty; a sense of calm and safety. He'd found his home again. His home was where his heart was. Home was in Haley.
"Haley, get up," he said. Confused, but intrigued, she got to her feet, pulling the sheet with her and wrapping it around her chest so that it hung like a very, very long sarong. And leaving Sam very much exposed, much to her delight. Not wanting to be completely naked when he did what he was about to do, he grabbed the sheet off the other bed, and wrapped it around himself, then walked back around to the other side of the bed where Haley was standing. He took a deep breath, and then knelt down on one knee in front of her.
Haley's eyes went as wide as saucers, and she caught herself just before she took an involuntary step back. Sam took another deep breath, and took her hands in his.
"Haley, these last few months without you… they've been a hell I can't begin to describe, and never wish to return to," he said, and then realized that may not have been the best way to start. "You are… well, you're beautiful, you're smart, oh, you know what, I suck at these speech things," Sam said, and Haley gave a small chuckle. "Haley Evans, I come to you, a man, nothing less, and definitely nothing more, with no ring to speak of and wearing only a sheet, and ask for you to be my wife." Haley looked down at him, tears welling up on the edge of her eyes. For just a fleeting second, Sam's defense mechanism shot warnings when he thought she was, after all this, going to refuse him. But then she smiled, and was nodding vigorously, tears of overwhelming happiness flowing freely from her eyes.
"Yes…" she said. "Yes, yes, and a thousand times more yes." She leaned down and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Now stand up, I can't stand to be taller than you for another second." With a feeling of unexplainable joy and a smile that could've lit up the dankest, darkest hole in the ground, Sam wrapped his arms around her waist, and lifted her off the ground as he got to his feet.
"I love you, you know that?" he said.
"Would you have… loved me… any… less if I'd… said no?" she asked, and Sam could only just make out what she was saying with her lips pressed against his in a deep, intimate, passionate kiss.
"Maybe… just a little," Sam said with a smile to show he was joking, and Haley smiled too.
"I wouldn't expect anything less," she said. Then she put all her weight against him and pushed him back down across the bed, a broad smile on her face and pure joy in her eyes. There was still so much to deal with, so much darkness in their lives. But darkness and evil was for Monday mornings. Right now, there was just Haley and Sam, too exhausted to do anything but hold each other, lips gently caressing each other, enjoying each other's company.
Tomorrow was going to be one hell of a Monday morning. But until then…
A/N:… hardly. That's a laugh. No, this is most certainly not the end of the story. Just the end of this particular chapter of it. Keep an eye out for the sequel (name still under consideration) which, with any luck, will arrive in the not-so-distant future. Also, those last three lines, where Haley tells Sam, I just added that in the Document section of the site. Thought it might be a funny way to finish it off. Now, for the part I've been dreading; going through all the reviews and writing down each individual name. Well, here it goes: Let me take this time to thank everyone who has reviewed this fic:
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And now, a big THANK YOU to Chase El Toliso, not only for reviewing, but also for volunteering to beta this story. You have definitely made this story easier to write and read.
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