The Damage in Your Heart
Chapter 16
A/N: First off, I would like to thank everyone for the wonderful reviews and everyone who has stuck with this story! I am so very sorry for the really late update. I have been working on another Supernatural story that I'm really excited about but not sure when I will post it. Once again I am sorry. I really hope you all enjoy this chapter! Please R&R! :) Also I changed the rating of this story to M just to be safe. Oh, and if anyone is confused I have changed my username from SPN-OTHlover to my name Chasity Ryan.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Sam and Dean…only Haley.
Sam finally regained consciousness; finding himself as well as Haley tied up to two separate chairs across the room from each other. He struggled to get free but there was just no use, the rope was tied so tight around his wrists and ankles he could feel the circulation being cut off and the tingling sensation that came with it. He glanced at Haley, who gave him an apologetic look, then scanned the room searching for their attacker.
"Bathroom," Haley whispered, knowing that that was who her uncle was looking for. He looked over to the bathroom door then to Haley.
"Are you okay? What the hell happened? What did this? How -" Sam's rambling was cut off by Haley.
"Whoa, whoa! Too many questions," She interrupted. "First off it's more of a "who" did this not what." Haley explained calmly while looking from Sam to the bathroom then back at Sam.
Sam squinted and gave a confused look. "So it's a person?"
She nodded and swallowed thickly before answering. "Not just any person." Haley lowered her head when she heard the bathroom door open and the man appear in the door way. She closed her eyes as she heard the sound of their attacker's boots hitting the motel floor as he made his way towards them.
"Well, well, well, look who's finally awake." Sean smiled wickedly, walking up to Sam. "How's the head?" He asked, smacking Sam hard in the back of the head causing him to cringe in pain.
Haley winced as she watched her uncle in pain. She just wanted it all to stop. "Sean, just listen to me. I'll do whatever you want. Please just let him go. He has nothing to do with this." Haley pleaded and Sam's eyes widened hearing the name of their attacker.
Sean let out a little laugh and sat down in front of Haley, blocking her view of her uncle. "That's very tempting Haley, but I think I'm going to have to pass." Sean smirked and tilted his head.
"How did you find us?" Sam asked in disbelief. He twisted his body around to look at Sam with amusement.
"Oh I have my connections." Sean grinned then used his gun to push a strand of hair away from Haley's face.
"What is your obsession with her anyway? You got what you wanted. Why can't you just leave her alone?" Sam asked as he tried to reach his hand that was tied behind his back, into his pants pocket where he kept a small knife.
"Well…" Sean let out a small sigh before he continued. "I guess there's no point in lying to you since you're going to be dead soon anyway," He paused to laugh. "But if you must know Haley here was my only one who got away."
"You shouldn't have made it so easy." Haley smirked.
He shook his head in anger looking back at Haley. "I'll admit you were my first mistake but also my last."
"You mean there were others?" Sam asked taking Sean's attention away from Haley.
Sean looked at him as if he asked a dumb question. "Of course there were others, lots of them."
"And they're all dead?" Sam questioned, terrified of his answer.
"Uh huh," Sean grinned proudly. "Well except for Haley of course. But that's going to change after today, because I always finish what I've started. Which is why I had to come back for you." He patted the top of her head. "So, you ready for round two?" He asked licking his lips as his eyes wandered up and down her body. She spit in his eyes which earned her a slap in the face.
"Hey! Get away from her!" Sam yelled and struggled again to free himself.
"You know? You're really starting to piss me off!" He grabbed a roll of duct tape and made his way over to Sam.
"Sean! Sean! I swear to god if you hurt her-"Sean used his teeth to bite off a piece of tape and slapped it over Sam's mouth.
"You'll what? Cause from the looks of it you're the one who's tied up." He gave Sam an evil laugh.
Dean pulled up to a motel on the other side of town, the last place on his list. So far there were no Seans' staying at any of the motels he had gone to. "Sean probably isn't even his real name." Dean said to himself, having had a lot of experience using fake names.
Twenty minutes later Dean finally persuaded the desk clerk to give him Sean's room number. Anger filled Dean's body as he stood in front of Sean's room. He hesitated and then knocked on the door. It took all he could not to kick it down. He waited for a minute; there was no answer so he picked the lock and cautiously walked in.
Dean took out his gun and flipped on the light switch, filling the room with dim lighting. Clothes were scattered everywhere looking as though Sean had been staying at the motel for a while now. After making sure the room was clear, Dean started to snoop around. Nothing had caught his interest until he came upon a stack of photos.
"What the hell?" Dean picked the stack up and started looking through them. What he saw was very disturbing. "That sick bastard." Sean had taken pictures of all his victims who he most likely had drugged and then raped. Dean stopped and his heart sank when he came across some photos of Haley. She seemed to be passed out and laying on a bed in nothing but her bra and underwear. He flipped one of the many pictures of Haley over and saw her name as well as the date he had raped her or 'conquered' her as Sean had referred to it on the back of the photo. He shoved the pictures of just Haley into his jacket pocket and ran out to the Impala.
Haley and Sam watched Sean as he paced back and forth.
"So what's your big plan, Sean? Huh? You're just going to keep us tied up in here forever? Cause that's really smart." Haley said sarcastically as she looked at her uncle with worried eyes.
Sean stopped and looked at Haley with a smile. "Well, I was planning on having a little fun with you one last time before I kill you." He walked over and began untying her from her chair. Sam yelled against the tape that was covering his mouth. Wanting nothing more than to break free of the ropes and run across the room to protect her.
Haley gulped, looking at her uncle, terrified; silently asking for help, but knowing there was nothing he could do. "Wait. Wh-what are you doing?" She cried, frightened tears falling down her face.
"Like I said before, we're going to have some fun before I kill you." He smirked and laughed as he watched Sam struggle to break free of the ropes and duct tape.
"You know, my Dad's going to be back soon and when he gets here he's going to kick your ass!"
"Hmm…" He tapped the gun against his chin pretending to think. "Well when he does get here, I'll be ready for him." Sean said and then pointed the gun at her. "Now get up!" He ordered. She panicked as he pushed her towards Dean's bed. He looked to Sam who was once again trying to break free and laughed. He was then punched by Haley, who was now running towards the front door. "That wasn't very nice, Haley!" He yelled and ran to grab the back of her foot causing her to fall and hit her head on the table near by. She now had a big gash above her right eye which began bleeding down her face. Sean picked her up and threw her on the bed. He straddled her, pinning her arms above her head. "You don't mind watching, do you?" He looked to Sam and laughed.
Sam struggled to break his hands free from the rope and failed yet again. The rope was tied just too tight, but Sam wasn't about to give up. That was his niece and god be damned if he was going to let anything happen to her.
"Get off me!" She screamed and fought to get out from underneath him. Suddenly they both froze at the sound of Haley's cell phone ringing. They stared at the phone on the nightstand by the bed and then at each other and both lunged for the phone but Sean was too quick, and snatched it before Haley could.
"Well now, let's see who's calling, shall we?" Sean said. He pushed her back down to the mattress making sure she couldn't get out of his hold. "Oh, looky here, It's Daddy Dearest." He read from the caller I.D. "I wonder what he wants?" He flipped open her phone.
"Haley! Haley! You there?" Sean heard Dean on the other end.
"Umm Haley can't come to the phone right now her mouth is uh kind of full if you catch my drift." Sean looked at Haley and she looked away with disgust.
"Da-" Haley tried to scream but Sean had covered a hand over her mouth. She tried moving and kicking her way free from him but his legs were too strong and held her down tightly.
"Sean!" Dean gasped and clenched his jaw in anger.
"Surprise!" Sean laughed. "You know, I have to say, your daughter is very good in bed. But you know what my favorite part was…? When she was screaming for me to stop." Sean laughed again. "Turned me on even more." Haley silently cried, wishing her dad was here.
Sam fought against the rope trying to free his hands which caused his wrists to bleed. "You Bastard!" He screamed but it came out muffled because of the duct tape.
Dean gripped the steering wheel tightly; his knuckles turning white. He never felt as much anger as he did right now. "You listen to me you sick son of a bitch! If you even come close to touching a single hair on her head, I swear to god I will kill you!" Dean threatened.
Sean laughed loudly and Sam glared at him. "Oh, I've touched more than just a hair." Sean smiled wickedly.
Dean brought the phone to his chest, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He brought the phone back to his ear and blinked away his tears. "Please! Just let me talk to her! Let me know she's okay!" Dean choked out.
"I would…but I really have to go now. I have some business to attend to. Oh and I can't wait to meet you. Bye for now."
"Wai-" Sean had ended the call and then threw her phone at the wall across the room, breaking it in pieces.
"Now where were we?" He took his hand off of her mouth and she spit at him. "Man! You really have to stop doing that." He wiped off the spit then placed his hands around her neck and started to squeeze. She gasped for air. "Now you promise to stop spitting?" She tried nodding her head. "I'll take that as a yes." He let go and she began coughing, gasping for air. She was about to raise her hands to her throat to rub the now existing red ring on her neck when he grabbed them and pinned them once again to the sides of her head.
"Please. Don't do this." She silently started to cry. He ignored her and let go of her hands to take off his shirt. He used the shirt to wipe the blood from her cut that was now dripping down her face and onto the bed. Haley stared into Sean's cold, dead eyes and for a second she thought she saw a bit of sympathy but they instantly turned cold again.
Flashbacks began to play in her head as he started to undo his belt. The feeling of being a helpless little girl came rushing back. She didn't want to, no, refused not to be that girl again. If she should learn anything from the attack it's to become a stronger person, mentally. Not to let the fear take over her. She laid there thinking when a familiar scent had filled her nostrils. It was her father's cologne on the pillow. She breathed in deep taking in the scent and a sense of calmness came over her body. Ever since she was little the smell of her dad's cologne had always been comforting to her. And then it hit her. She realized that she was on Dean's bed. She slid her hand under the pillow that her head was on. A smile formed when Haley's hand hit the cold metal handle of her dad's blade. Thank God her dad always kept a knife under his pillow as a precaution. Adrenalin hit her and she knew what she had to do to save her and her uncle. She gripped the handle tightly and waited for the right moment.
Sam noticed what Haley was about to do and his heart sank. He never wanted her to have to go through life with the memory of having killed someone haunting her. Sure she had killed supernatural things but that was different. This was a human being. His eyes teared up at the thought. If only he could save her from that pain.
Sean leaned his face down and pressed his lips against hers and to Sam and Sean's surprise, Haley had kissed him back. This was her plan. To distract him long enough to slip the knife out unnoticed and stab him. Sean broke the kiss and stared down at her.
"I knew you couldn't resist me." He grinned and kissed her once again this time long and hard as his hands wandered up her shirt. Sam turned away in disgust but quickly turned back when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Haley's hand along with the knife slide out from underneath the pillow.
"It's now or never." She thought to herself. Still kissing him, she lunged the blade hard into Sean in a spot she knew would pierce his lung. He collapsed on her, gasping as his lungs filled with blood. In what seemed like forever Sean became silent and his body went limp with Haley still pinned underneath him. Sam knew he was finally dead.
She struggled to get him off of her, causing her along with Sean's body to fall off the bed and onto the floor creating a loud thud. Sam closed his eyes as she hit the floor. Haley sat up and stared at the lifeless body that lay next to her. A person was dead because of her. Tears poured down her face. Sam made some noises to get her attention but she ignored it. Haley sat there in shock staring at her blood covered hands. She didn't even notice the sound of Dean busting through the door.
"Oh my god. Sammy." Dean ran to Sam who he saw first and untied his hands. "Where's Haley?" Sam nodded in her direction and with his hands free Sam pealed the duct tape off his mouth and began working on the rope around his ankles. Dean turned to see Haley on the ground and rushed over to her.
Haley jumped at her father's touch. "I'm so sorry, Dad." She whispered, still looking at Sean's dead body.
Dean choked back a sob and knelt down beside her. "Shhh." He took his shaking daughter into his arms. "Shhh." He whispered once again as he stroked her hair softly. "There's nothing to be sorry about." Haley nodded against Dean's shoulder and he glanced down at her bloody hands.
"I-I killed him." She cried. "He's dead." Dean and Sam shared a look. He had tried so hard to protect her from this.
"Listen to me." Dean told her and she looked away. "Hey look at me. Look at me." He took her head in his hands, lifting her head so that she was looking at him. "This wasn't your fault. You hear me? You had no other choice." Dean said as tears now trailed down his own cheeks. "You were protecting your family. Same thing I would have done- same thing Sam would've done."
"He's right Haley. I'm alive- we're alive because of you." Sam told her softly; knowing whatever he or Dean would say to her wouldn't change the way she felt; knowing that she will carry that feeling- that day around with her for the rest of her life.
Haley looked between her father and uncle with sad eyes, not wanting to believe them. She wiped the tears off her face, closing her eyes, wishing this was all just a nightmare and that she would wake up. She licked her dry lips and looked over to Sam who was rubbing his sore bloody wrists. "You okay?" She asked concerned.
Sam nodded and gave her a gentle smile. "We're okay," He answered and walked over to hug her.
"Come on." Dean said as he stood up, reaching for Haley's hand. "Let's get you cleaned up." Haley nodded silently taking one last look at Sean before letting her father help her to her feet. She knew she was safe now.
A/N: I'm not sure if I'm completely happy with this chapter. I have rewritten it like a hundred times. I would really like to know what you guys think. So please leave a review or a message, whichever you prefer. Thanks for reading! :)