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Brooke Penelope Winchester woke up, her neck was aching and for a moment she didn't know where she was. She looked around, now making out the poorly maintained motel room she was staying in. She rubbed her hurting neck, then swung out of the bed. Her eyes fell upon her son, Jacob, who was curled up in embryo position, his soft snores filling the room. She smiled, he was beautiful. Dark hair, goofy smile and distinctive facial features. He was just like his father, wild and aggressive, loving and tender. Sometimes she wondered how a teenager could look so much like a grown man. She sighed, it was their fault. He had to fight like a man, act like a man, so why not look like a man. But to her he would always be the little boy she held so dear years back. She walked across the room, into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I wasn't even six jet, but she knew she wouldn't fall asleep again. Brooke undressed and stepped into the shower. When the hot water touched her skin she felt relieved. Nothing soothed her more then a hot shower. And the fear she felt of loosing her husband or brother in law slowly vanished. She was strong, but love made even her weak. She must have spent minutes in the shower, just standing there, letting the water roll of her back. The room was foggy, and when she stepped out of the shower and in front of the mirror she had to wipe it clear with her towel. She stared at herself. Brown hair falling on her slim shoulders. She noticed how skinny she had gotten. Her firm little breasts were almost covered by her hair. Her eyes always looked passionate and loving at once. She knew how to be a caring mother, a loving wife and a good hunter. She was able to fire a gun, but had never cooked a proper homemade meal in her life. She cursed and she fought, and she was respected by her son and husband. Both men knew her temper and neither one of them wanted to feel her anger. She smiled at herself, " You are one bad-ass women" she said. She quietly left the bathroom, put on an old Levis Jeans and a black Tank top. She let her hair fall as it pleased. Even though she had turned twenty-eight last month, she still had a youth inside her that her husband adored. "Where are they ?" she mumbled and walked towards the window to get a look outside. The sun was just rising and it let everything seem unreal. The parking lot was empty, only her Mercedes and Jacob's old truck parked outside. Dean never appreciated her taste in fancy cars, but she didn't care. She had bout the Mercedes back home and she couldn't sell it.

She left the Motel room, walked past the reception and into the diner around the corner. She ordered two coffees and waffles. She found some Magazines on the counter and skipped trough them. In the back of the Diner she saw the Daily Mail. Her look fell upon the Headline : "Little Girl Missing". Brooke shook her head and turned away, she wasn't in the mood to think about her job. She was still worrying about her husband. She was feeling a little bit guilty as the waitress handed her the doggy-bag and she got on her way back. She looked around, the little town was still asleep. No cars drove in the streets and only a few runners passed her. She was praying to see the Chevy Impala turn around the next corner, but nothing like that happened. The boys had been gone for three days. Dean always told Jacob to look after his mother, but mostly she needed to look after him. He was wild, dating girls and drinking booze. He adapted all of his daddy's bad habits. His age didn't matter, he used fake Identifications or broke into liquor stores. He made sure she didn't notice, because he feared her fury, but Brooke knew her son very well. He was only seventeen and she knew it was her duty to punish him for it, but he wasn't like other teenagers. He was a killer- a hunter. His age was only a number, his mind resembled that of an adult. Sometimes she hated herself for letting him become that way. She had tried to shield him from all the evil that is out there. But after marrying Dean and taking him in at the age of eleven, he had become more and more like is father. Dean was a great husband, he protected her and loved her. She knew his sensitive side and she knew how great he was with Jacob. But over the years Brooke recognized that Dean would always love women, sex and alcohol. He never cheated on her, but he flirted and he drank. The two of them fought all the time, they had broken up several times, leaving each other behind on the road. But not matter how bad their fights had been, their passion was like fire and they would always end up in each others bed. They were married for eight years now, but she still felt the butterflies in her stomach and her heartbeat quickened as soon as she thought about him. Immerged in thoughts she arrived at the motel. The room was still quiet when she entered. She put the food on the table and sat down next to her son. She stroke his hair and patted his shoulder. Jacob growled and turned around. She shook him lightly, "Wake up sleepyhead"

"Let me sleep mom." He demanded.

"Get up, I got us something to eat"

"Nah….."

"Come on Jacob." She rubbed his back and tried to get him to open his eyes.

"Mom, stop it," he whispered his voice a deep vibration.

"Jacob Winchester, get out of bed now." Brooke ordered. Her son was explosive like a mine and she had to keep him in line.

Jacob snarled again and stood up. "Happy?" He asked.

"Very." His mother replied.

"Great" he said ironically and headed for the shower.

"Hurry"

"I will."

Brooke placed to plates on the table, set the coffees down next to them and put a waffle first on Jacob's plate, then on hers. Just then Jacob sat down on the Seat next to her and started eating right away. She followed and the two ate in silence.

"When is dad coming home? I am bored out of my mind."

"I don't know honey. They should have been home yesterday. I tried to call, but no one will answer."

"We should go search for them." Jacob suggested.

Brooke smiled. "Nah, I will go search for them. You have school in an hour."

"Like I'll go."

"Jacob you will go to school. I will search for Dean and Sam." Her voice had a sharp ring to it.

Jacob took another bite of his waffles. Now he was pissed. Brooke knew that he felt misunderstood, but she wanted him to graduate and there was only one year left.