Cassie looked at Dean and asked, "So what do you want to do tonight?"
Dean glanced at Cassie, but he didn't see Cassie. Instead he saw his ex girlfriend, Brooke Davis. Dean did not know why, but lately all he could think about was Brooke. It had been six months since they last saw one another, yet just two months ago is when he started seeing Cassie.
Dean and Sam had been working a case, and she just seemed to be everywhere he was. Of course she doesn't know what his occupation is; she just thinks he is connected with the law somehow and is undercover. Dean didn't know why he stayed with Cassie and started seeing her to begin with. Maybe he was just drawn to her, or maybe the real fact was he thought he could get over Brooke faster by dating someone new.
Now it's been two months that they have been together and all he can do is think of Brooke. I guess that just proves that dating someone new can't make you forget the past; which is exactly what Sam had told him. Dean still refuses to believe that he is just too stubborn to listen to reason.
Cassie noticed how it was like Dean was not even there at all. Cassie waved her hand in front of Dean's face. Dean looked at Cassie she stated, "Hello earth to Dean."
Dean spoke, "Yeah what's up?"
Cassie questioned, "I was just wondering what you wanted to do tonight?"
Dean answered, "Whatever you want babe."
Cassie said, "Well I was thinking of making reservations at the Blue Skies."
Dean kissed Cassie on the cheek and replied, "Whatever you want babe. I just got to go make a quick phone call." Cassie nodded as Dean left the house to go outside.
Dean walked across the street and went over to his car. Dean leaned against the hood of his Impala and pulled out his cell. He scrolled down his address book until he came across the name Brooke Davis. His finger grazed over the talk button; he contemplated calling her or just leaving it alone. Then when he went to shut his phone he accidentally hit talk. He just stared at the phone for 15 seconds until he put the phone up to his ear and waited.
On the other end Brooke was driving home from a game when her cell rang. She looked at the caller ID, and it read Dean Winchester. Brooke didn't know what to do she has not heard from Dean in six months. Brooke instantly thought something was wrong why else would he be calling. Brooke hit talk and spoke, "Hello."
Dean closed his eyes and thought god it feels so good to hear her voice. Dean said, "Hi, Brooke."
Brooke's heart stopped when he said her name she could not do this. Brooke could not do the small talk right now, so she asked, "What do you want Dean?"
Dean felt his heart tearing in two after hearing the tone in her voice. Dean swallowed back his feelings though and said, "I just wanted to talk."
Brooke puzzled, "About what? What could you possibly have to say to me?"
Dean answered, "I want us to be friends I need you in my life Brooke." Brooke's heart instantly stopped and she was speechless, but that was about to change. "As a friend I mean I miss your friendship."
That right there did it for Brooke she was plenty steaming now, "Oh I see…" Brooke stated, "So you missed my friendship the past six month, but not the relationship right?"
Dean felt tears building up in his eyes and he held them back, "Brooke it's not like that."
Brooke exclaimed, "It's not? Are you sure about that, because that is what it sounds like to me? God you call here after six months of just ending things out of the blue, and you expect me to just be your friend."
Dean felt a few tears slip down his cheek he responded, "Brooke, I regret how things ended between us." Brooke felt tears sliding down her cheeks as well "But, I don't regret us ending. It was just…it was time for us. I miss you being in my life and I don't want you completely out of it."
Brooke began crying as did Dean and they could both hear one another's voice cracking; which was killing the both of them. "I'm sorry Dean I can't be that for you" Brooke then hanged up and really started crying.
Dean heard the dial tone and then closed his phone. Dean wiped away the tears and regained composure; once he was sure he looked fine he headed back into the house.