Set after Sam/Lucifer fell into the pit. Dean and his younger sister Brooke are living the normal life that they never got to live.
Ch.1.
Brooke woke up to the sound of her alarm clock going off. When she rolled over to shut it off she saw that it read 7:15 am.
"Shit!" She yelled throwing the covers off of her and running into her bathroom.
When she came down to the kitchen forty minutes later she ran out the door and hurried to the Impala. She checked her cell phone and noticed she had five minutes to get to Dean's house. Driving like the Winchester she was she floored the gas and made it to Dean's with two minutes to spare. As she stepped out of the car she walked up the drive and knocked on the door.
"You know I gave you the key for a reason. You can use it instead of knocking." Dean said as he opened the door.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. But I don't think Rachel likes me walking in like I own the place." Brooke said walking past him and into the kitchen.
"She'll just have to get use to it. This is after all my place. So you made it with a couple minutes to spare." Dean said following her
"So why did I have to be here by 8:00 am? Especially on a Saturday. Now what is so damn important?" Brooke said sitting at the island
"Well there is something I want to discuss with you. But I have to wait for someone to come first." Dean said opening the fridge and grabbing the orange juice
When he set the glass down in front of her, Brooke just looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed the vodka bottle off the counter and poured some into the glass for her. Smiling she took a sip.
"Ah the only way to drink orange juice." Brooke muttered. "So where is miss priss?"
"Brooke, what did I tell you about calling her that?" Dean said trying to glare at her
"Fine! Where is 'Rachel'?" Brooke said putting her hands up in the air in mock surrender.
"At the mall. Probably spending her whole paycheck." Dean said
Brooke rolled her eyes and just took another sip of her drink. Rachel would spend all her money on her and always ask Dean for money even if he didn't have it. Brooke didn't like Rachel because she was a gold digger and didn't care about Dean.
"Well you do know that the mall doesn't open up till nine." Brooke said
Dean looked up at her quickly. He was about to say something when his cell phone had started ringing. Looking at his phone he got up from the table and walked in the living room. Brooke walked towards the fridge and poured herself some more orange juice and grabbed the vodka off the counter and poured it in.
"Hey sis? Can you come in here?" Dean called from the living room.
Sighing she walked into the living room and stopped suddenly when she saw who was in the living room with Dean.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked angrily