A/N: Well hellllloooooo all!! I know, I know, took me forever to put this up didn't it? –sigh- I'm so sorry...I won't even bore ya'll with my excuses. But um, yea, so here it is, yay!! Please don't expect too much from this seeing as I haven't been in my Winchester zone for a few weeks lol.

Ok enough of that lol. I'll leave ya'll to read and eat!! Happy Thanksgiving to you all; stuff your faces!!! W00t….

2 weeks later

"Honey, you need to eat a little more than that if you want to get your strength back," Missouri said, glancing down at Haley's full plate.

Haley shrugged. "M'not really that hungry," she said, pushing her eggs around with her fork.

Missouri sighed. "I know you're not, baby, but you need to try at least. You have to get your strength up if you want to continue with the lessons; I can't have you passing out on me every time you try to move something," Missouri said calmly, sliding a glass of orange juice Haley's way. "Besides, Dean left me under strict orders to feed you and lord knows I don't want to have to deal with that overprotective brother of yours if he finds out I let you slip."

Haley frowned. "I'm not a little kid anymore Missouri ; I don't have to eat if I don't want to," she said dryly, taking a quick sip of her juice.

Missouri sighed. "You're always going to be a little kid to them Haley; it's time you come to terms with it," she said nonchalantly.

"What if I don't want to come to terms with it? What if I don't want to be their little sister anymore?" Haley questioned dryly. "I'm so sick of everyone always trying to tell me what to do, always telling me what's best for me. The only person who knows what's best for me is me!" she spat angrily, slamming the cup of orange juice on the table, spilling some over the glass.

Missouri stared down at Haley, hopelessness filling her heart. The kid was hurting, badly, and there was nothing that she could do to help her; not unless Haley gave her permission to anyway.

"Quit reading me."

"I'm not," Missouri answered honestly.

Haley scoffed. "Right, cus I'm gonna believe that. I know you've been reading my mind for the last two weeks Missouri, and I know you've been dream walking me too. Tell me, did you enjoy the show?" she asked bitterly, crossing her arms over her chest.

Haley saw Missouri flinch and felt a quick stab of guilt for talking to the older woman like this, especially because she knew that Missouri was only trying to help, but seriously, enough was enough. She hated feeling so damn vulnerable—exposed—with someone other than Sam and Dean. She didn't know how to handle letting someone else in the way Missouri wanted her to do.

Missouri sighed. "I'm worried about you Haley. I know things are bad right now and I know you're hurting baby. I know you're keeping something from Sam and Dean and I know that this secret is killing you—."

Haley shook her head frantically. "No, you don't know shit! You don't know anything about what I'm going through!" she yelled, pushing her seat back and standing up. "Just because you've read my mind and walked through my dreams doesn't mean you know how I feel. You can't—you can't possibly know because it's never happened to you," she cried brokenly, casting her face downward.

Missouri walked up to Haley's quivering form and gently cupped her face. It unnerved her to see Haley so broken like this.

"Haley, your brothers are worried about you. Sweetheart, they deserve to know what's going on. They can help you," she said softly, letting the girl lean into her.

Haley shook her head, broken sobs escaping her parted lips. God she wanted to disappear.

"Baby," Missouri muttered softly, hugging Haley tightly to her.

Haley suddenly pushed away from Missouri, her eyes bloodshot from crying and lack of sleep. "Don't call me that!" she growled loudly, causing Missouri to step back, confused.

"Haley, what—"

Haley glared at Missouri, daring the older woman to finish her question. When Missouri stepped back, Haley pushed her way between Missouri and the table and ran out of the back door. This place was suffocating her.

Missouri watched Haley's small form disappear through the trees lining her backyard. She'd give Haley a few minutes to cool down before she went after her; going right now might turn out to be worse.


"Dean I was thinking--"

"Oh god," Dean muttered jokingly as he walked through the Walgreens sliding doors.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Haha, real funny smart ass. I'm serious," he said annoyance clear in his voice.

Dean rolled his own eyes. "Relax man, m'just yanking your chain. What's got your wheels turnin' now?" he asked seriously, pulling a small shopping basket from the corner.

Sam cleared his throat. "I was thinkin' maybe we should, you know, take a break from all of…this," he said, waving his hand around aimlessly. "I think it'd do us some good to just—I dunno, lay low for awhile," he added matter-of-factly.

"A break?" Dean sputtered amusedly. "What, staying at Missouri's not good enough for you or something Sammy?" Dean asked, quickly spotting the aisle with the first aid supply.

Sam sighed. "This isn't a vacation Dean."

Dean cocked an eyebrow. "Really, so what do you call it then?" he asked, reaching out for a few bottles of rubbing alcohol and dumping them into the basket.

"Recovery," Sam stated simply.

Dean huffed. "Right, ok Sam, so where do you suggest we go? Florida, California, Texas ?" he asked, throwing his arms out expectantly. "We don't exactly have the money to pull anything off man," he added. "Missouri's is as good as it get's right now."

Sam shook his head. "No Dean, it's not. I know where we can go, and it's not far," he informed casually, a smile playing on his face.

Dean glanced over at Sam, his hand hovering over a box of band aids. "Where?" he asked suspiciously.

"Arizona . Grand Canyon to be exact." He smirked.

Dean dropped a few boxes of band aids in the cart and glared at his obviously delusional little brother. "Oh is that so?" he gawked. Grand Canyon? Really? "And where exactly do you suppose we get the money for this Sam? Or what, are we camping out instead?" he scoffed, turning back to his task at hand.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dude, will you listen to me!" he yelled exasperatedly.

"I am listening Sam! And so far all I've heard from you has been nonsense!"

"Look, I have a friend from school, he owns a cabin by the Canyon; said I could have it for as long as I wanted. It's perfect Dean. The place is isolated enough to keep people away yet close enough to civilization to drive out and restock the place if we need too," Sam explained enthusiastically.

Dean sighed. It sounded nice enough.

"A friend?" he asked, eyebrows arched high on his forehead.

"I do have friends you know." He pouted.

Dean chuckled. "Right. Look man, it sounds good an all, I just—"

"If its cus my friend is lending it to us I could offer to pay him rent Dean," Sam interjected quickly, knowing how much Dean hated "owing" someone.

Dean shook his head. "No man, I just, I'm not sure if Haley's ready for this yet. She's not a hundred percent yet and Arizona's a few hours away man." He sighed, suddenly feeling the need to hurry up and get back to her. "Shit" He glanced down at his watch, muttering a few choice words under his breath; they'd been gone longer than he'd expected.

"Dean. What?"

"We should go." Dean said simply, grabbing a few more needed items from the shelves and throwing them into the basket.

Sam followed Dean up to the register and waited as the young, blonde cashier rang up all their items, all the while throwing a few suggestive glances both his and Dean's way. Dean smiled at the young girl, throwing a wink in for good measure.

Sam rolled his eyes and jabbed an elbow to Dean's side. "Jail bait dude," he muttered quietly.

Dean shrugged. It's not like he was gonna try anything with her; he just wanted to see how well his charm worked.

"$46.39 is your total," the young cashier said, biting her bottom lip.

Dean pulled out his wallet and took three twenties out of the fold. "Here you go darlin'."

The girl blushed as she took the bills from his hand, quickly typing in the amount and getting his change.

"Have a nice day guys," she said, handing Dean the change, her hand lingering in his a bit longer than needed.

Dean smirked, gave her one last wink, and grabbed their bags before walking out of the store, leaving the girl to melt behind them.

"You are such a manwhore dude," Sam scoffed.

"Aw, don't be jealous little brother, she was eyeing you too," Dean joked, opening the back driver side door and dropping the bags inside.

"Whatever. Let's go," Sam said, sliding into the passenger side.

"Best idea you've had all day dude," Dean slid into the driver side and started the car.


Missouri walked into the kitchen a little breathless from all the walking she'd just done. She had gone in search of Haley, after walking out and seeing no trace of the youngest Winchester. The kid had been gone almost a half hour now; definitely not good.

Letting out a deep sigh, Missouri grabbed her phone from its jack and dialed a familiar number. Dean was going to kill her.


"So, this friend of yours… he ok with us using his place?" Dean asked, breaking the silence.

Sam turned to face Dean. "Yeah man, I told you already."

Dean nodded. "Alright, so uh, when do you wanna take off?" he asked as if it was no big deal.

Sam smiled big, "Tomorrow?"

"Ok. That gives us enough time to pack and shit."

Sam nodded silently.

"Hey, you think Haley will be up for this? Leaving I mean?" Dean asked suddenly, making a sharp turn on a side street. "She's—different lately."

"Yeah." Sam sighed sadly. It was pretty hard to not to notice how distant their little sister was becoming. Sam could sense that something deep was going on under all that 'I'm fine" bull she pulled, but he hadn't been successful in decoding her yet.

"I don't know man. I kind of get the feeling she doesn't want to be here anymore though, ya know?" he answered softly.

"Yeah, I've been getting a vibe from her too. Maybe I sho—shit." Dean dug into his jean pocket and pulled out his ringing phone.

He looked at the screen and frowned when Missouri's name came up.

"Yeah Missouri, what's up?" he asked, making another quick turn down a side street.

"Dean, are ya'll almost home?" Missouri asked.

Dean looked over at Sam, eyebrows scrunched together. "We're about two minutes out, why?" he asked. "Everything ok?"

Missouri hesitated. "Haley's gone," she said softly almost inaudible.

Dean hit the brakes on the car, causing Sam to slam forward. "Dude," Sam hissed, bracing himself on the dashboard.

"What the hell do you mean she's gone Missouri?" he yelled into the phone. "Where the hell did she go?"

Sam whipped his head towards Dean's. "Haley?" he mouthed out.

"She went outside about half an hour ago to get some air. I went to check on her a few minutes ago but I—I couldn't find her." She sighed nervously.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled, angrily slamming his fist on the steering wheel. "We'll be right there." He hung up and hit the gas, the impala peeling off towards Missouri's house.

"Dean, what happened?" Sam asked anxiously.

"Haley's gone. Missouri said she went out for some air and didn't come back," e answered angrily. "I swear to God, if anything happens to her I'll—"

"Dean, calm down man. She's probably just taking a walk or something. Try her cell," Sam suggested, trying to calm Dean down before he did something irrational.

Dean flipped his phone open and hit her speed dial number.


Haley pushed through the over grown plants hidden behind a slew of trees and made her way towards the farthest corner she could find. She wanted to hide, hide from Missouri, from the demon, from her brothers, just, hide from life in general.

Hot tears dragged slowly down her flushed cheeks and she made no effort to stop them. Here, hidden behind all these damn trees, she could finally let herself feel. She could let herself scream and cry without having to feel ashamed, without having to put up a front. Here, no one could see her break

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since she'd found out about her mom's deal with that—that thing. It had been two weeks since she'd found out that she was more of a freak than she'd thought she was. Hell, she was probably even evil or something, considering what this yellowed eyed freak was.

Sighing, Haley slowed her pace down a bit, already feeling the fatigue. She hadn't taken her pain meds yet and the throbbing she'd barely been able to feel earlier was gradually getting more intense.

Finding a relatively small tree, she walked towards it and made a quick trip up its crater filled trunk. She sat on a large, thick branch; her back leaned up against the sturdy trunk, and relaxed. She could see Missouri's house from here.

Missouri... yeah, she'd have some apologizing to do when she decided to go back. She knew she was fucking it up when the words were leaving her mouth, but hell if she cared at the moment. She was still kinda pissed off at the psychic for trying to pry into her head without notifying her of it, but still, some of the shit she'd sprouted off was uncalled for.

Haley leaned back against the tree, trying to find some comfort in it somehow, but got nothing. Where were her brothers?

She'd woken up to an empty room and walked down to the kitchen only to find it older brother free. Missouri had said they'd gone out for supplies, but seriously, forty-five minutes? How long could it take to buy friggin band aids?

Maybe they just needed to get away from her or something. Lord knew she needed to get away from her. She closed her eyes, thoughts of the yellow eyed demon and his crazy crusade invading her mind.


The sound of AC/DC suddenly broke her out of her thoughts, making her jump. "Crap." She fumbled with her phone, trying to pull it out of her hoodie.

She looked down at the caller ID Dean. Sighing, she flipped it open.

"I'm fine," she said automatically, knowing what they needed to hear.

"Where the fuck are you?" Dean's voice boomed through the ear piece.

"I said I was fine Dean," she sighed, not at all surprised at his angry tone.

"Where. The. Hell. Are. You?" he asked again.

"In the woods behind Missouri 's house. I'm fine Dean, I'll be there in a few," she said, already looking for a way to get down from her resting spot.

"Where exactly?" he asked, his voice a bit calmer.

"I don't know, maybe about two or three hundred feet away from her house or so. I can see it from where I'm sitting Dean. I'm fine I swear," she assured again.

She heard some rustling and swearing over the phone before she heard it somewhere behind her. Huh, Dean was out here?



"Are you looking for me?" she asked, turning her body to her right so that she was facing the area she'd heard movement from.


Haley smiled. "You found me."


Haley chuckled softly as Dean emerged from a tall brush of matted bushes.

"Look up," she said, hanging up the phone.

Dean looked up, circling the place until his eyes settled on her. He muttered off a few curse words before stomping his way over and standing underneath the tree.

"Are you ok?" he yelled up, already searching for a way up.

"M'fine Dean," she sighed. "You don't have to come up, I'll go down," she said, stuffing her phone in her pocket.

"Sit your ass down," he ordered, grabbing onto a small branch and lifting himself up.


"I'm serious Haley." He grunted, throwing his leg over another branch and grabbing on to a small stub.

Haley reached down and grabbed a hold of his wrist. "Here, let me help," she said pulling up, wincing at the pull on her wound.

Dean pushed up with his arms and lifted himself onto the branch Haley was "resting" on and stared at her; silently assessing her condition. No blood, check, no bruises, check, no cryi—fuck. She'd been crying.

"Are you ok?" he asked sternly, his eyes boring holes into her.

Haley nodded.

"You were crying," he stated softly, reaching his hand out to wipe the salty tracks they'd left behind.

Haley didn't pull back; instead leaned into his touch. Safe.

Dean frowned. "Hay?" he said scooting closer to her. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Haley grabbed his wrist and looked up, her green eyes locked on his, pleading for him to—to do something.

Dean's eyes softened, "Talk to me kiddo." he said, wiping a stray tear before it even had the chance to fall off her long lashes.

Haley sighed. He couldn't help her this time; not unless he could go back in time and stop his mother from trading both hers and Sam's souls.

Dean watched as his little sister silently fell apart in front of him for the hundredth time since they'd left the hospital. He didn't know what was going on inside her; only that it was something bad.

Haley was withdrawn, sad, completely on edge. He'd woken up to her broken cries in the middle of the night a couple of times already; each time, unable to do much but hold her until she'd fall back asleep. She never would tell him or Sammy what was wrong though. It had to stop.

"Haley, please."

Haley scooted forward until she was inches from Dean and lifted her right leg first, wrapping it around his waist and followed it with her left until she was seated in his lap, than carefully brought her arms up and around his neck; completely ignoring the voice that told her she was being a big baby.

Dean sat still for a moment, for one, scared that any wrong move and they'd both tumble off the tree and two; he was completely caught off guard by Haley's actions. She'd been so distant the past few weeks that this chick-flick moment was completely not expected.

"Just don't leave me," she whispered softly into his ear.

Dean let out a soft breath, his arms wrapping tightly around her small frame, his chin resting gently atop her head. "Never gonna happen kiddo," he whispered back.

Haley closed her eyes, her arms tightening around him, and nodded. Maybe they could fix this someday.

Dean sighed and kissed the top of her head, feeling as Haley relaxed into him. He looked down and cursed. Getting out of this tree was going to be a doozy.

A/N 2: so….-looks around nervously- please drop me a line and let me know how ya'll liked (or didn't) like it.

Also, I chose this title, but if anyone has any other suggestions, I'm all ears!! Love ya…