Fic: Tragically Beautiful (One Tree Hill/Supernatural)
Title: Tragically Beautiful
Author: crimsonredmagic
Fandom: Supernatural/One Tree Hill
Pairing/Characters: Haley POV (Sam/Haley, Dean/Haley some Nathan/Haley and Sam/Ruby)
Rating: PG (One use of the word Bitch)
Summary:
She closes her eyes and pictures another set of eyes and he tells himself that that’s okay.
Disclaimer: If Supernatural and One Tree Hill were owned by me do you think they'd be two seperate shows....I think not! Supernatural is the property of Eric Kripke (who I'm crushing on in a delirious kinda way) and One Tree Hill is owned by Mark Schwann (who I equal parts love and despise)
Author's Note: An experiment...I wanted to see what I could come up with in 15 minutes with no set plan about what I wanted the storyline to be...apparently this is what happens when I do that.
Tragically Beautiful
She'd left her first love for dreams of a sparkling future and lost her second to the beginnings of his.
When she comes to Dean she hasn’t any love left to give.
She supposes it has something to do with the fact that she'd started so young. She'd been seventeen when she married Nathan and so sure that they would last forever...always and forever as they'd promised.
When she'd left him, to go on tour with Chris Keller, she'd fully expected to return to him but the annulment papers he'd sent his father to serve her with acted as a big blazing sign that she wouldn’t be welcomed.
And then there was Sam.
She'd met him in some small town bar she was playing at for a few nights and he and his brother had caught her attention the moment they walked in.
It was Dean, funnily enough who had approached her first, he had flirted with her, but Sam, he had won her heart.
In retrospect her life would have panned out a whole lot differently if Dean had been the one to pick her up that night, if his cheesy pick up lines and cocky smirks had worked on her like they worked on the numerous other girls he came across.
But she'd never been the type for one night stands and there was just something about Sam that drew her in and wouldn’t let her go.
Her feelings for him were like nothing she'd ever experienced before, she'd loved Nathan, but she'd never been consumed by him the way the youngest Winchester quickly consumed her.
But like most great loves they were doomed to fail, countless hours spent reading classic literature should have told her this.
Heathcliff and Catherine, Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Isolde...all ended tragically, all doomed from the first kiss.
She likes to think if she'd known earlier what his destiny was, what he was bound by blood to become she would have stayed away but she knows that she wouldn’t have. Like the mark of most hopeless romantics she still would have plunged in heart first without thinking believing that she could be his salvation.
It would be better, for her and for Dean if he were dead, his body burnt in a heroes send off and his ashes left to blow away with the breeze. At least then they could mourn properly, grieve over the loss of the person they both love most in the world.
Instead they're forced to face the stranger he is now, the stranger with the familiar face and yellow eyes, his faithful demon lap bitch by his side taunting Haley because she now stands in a place that is rightfully hers.
She'd never trusted Ruby, Dean hadn’t either but Sam wouldn’t listen to their concerns, always so quick to believe in the goodness of people, trusting to the point of fatality.
Too naive for someone that had seen and done the things that he had.
By the time Ruby's plan had come into light it had been too late for Haley and Dean to save him and too late for Sam to even care.
Dean believes it's his fault and she hears him sob sometimes at night when he thinks she's asleep, not wanting her to see him at his weak points, too busy trying to stay strong for her, so that when she breaks he can put her back together, not whole but as close to it as she can get now.
He needs her. He doesn’t love her either, not the way she and Sam loved each other but he needs her and he wouldn’t be able to live without her.
He loses himself in her because she's the last link to the man his brother used to be and the one person who finds it as hard as he does to see the monster that brother has become.
She closes her eyes and pictures another set of eyes and he tells himself that that’s okay.
He vows that he'll protect her and keep her close and she tells herself that that's enough.