Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I do however own/co-own Brooke and Cheyenne along with all others you do not know

A/N: Yep Yep, new story by me and Ky-Ky.


The Most Unlikely of Pairs...

The day that Jessica died was a hard day for Brooke Marsden, and without her supposed best friend to comfort her, she didn't have anyone to turn to. Brooke was kind of...no, not kind of actually...she was a bitch. In High School she was that rich girl that ruled the school with her clique of evil minions, and then in college it didn't get much better. She always had a sour attitude, and though she got terrific grades and had a decent head on her shoulders, she had way more enemies and stalkers, than actually friends. So once her only true friend, Sam Winchester, took off and left her on her own, Brooke dealt with things her own way--she went to a bar.

What Brooke didn't know was that at that very bar, the most popular gal was Cheyenne Kahne. Cheyenne had grown up it being just her and her father, and she was never actually quite that...together. Things kind of went right over her head, but she wasn't dumb--she was just a little ditzy. Cheyenne had been trying to make it on her own--trying to become a big celebrity, like an actress...or a singer. Cheyenne made friends easily--she even came off as kind of easy--but the girl was the most virtuous person that most had ever met.

Two nights after Jessica died and Sam took off, Brooke went into Dan's Saloon, and she sat down at a table right near the bar and ordered a beer. Cheyenne looked over and saw her with what Cheyenne didn't know was Brooke's usual scowl, and she came over and sat down next to her.

"You look like you've had a rough day." Cheyenne said brightly.

Brooke looked up at her. "Yeah."

Cheyenne smiled. "I know I'm just the bartender, but we're rumored to have great listening abilities."

Brooke smiled just a little. "I'll keep that in mind."

"You look like someone died." Cheyenne told her abruptly as she was standing up to take another order.

Brooke nodded sadly. "Actually, one of my close friends died a couple days ago, and my best friend took off without so much as a word because she was his girlfriend, and I'm sure he can't cope. Then again, hello? No word? The man's lucky I didn't cut off his balls!"

Cheyenne just nodded and smiled. "I know what will cheer you up."

"What?" Brooke asked her, not expecting any miracles.

Cheyenne looked up at the young man singing karaoke at the moment, and Brooke raised an eyebrow. This girl was going to sing? What about a song could possibly make anything better? The only two friends she had were gone and the bartender intended to make it all better with a song?

After the people clapped for the man, he stepped down, and Cheyenne headed on up. Some of the regulars that followed her around and came in just to see her, whooped and hollered, and Brooke looked around as she picked up the microphone. Then she headed over to the man in charge of putting the lyrics up to the songs, and whispered something in his ear. Brooke took a large gulp of beer and then her eyes widened a little as the music began to play and there were more hollers.

"God, please no." Brooke said painfully, shutting her eyes for a moment, opening them again in horror as Cheyenne began to sing.

"The sun will come out, tomorrow--bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun. Just thinkin' about, tomorrow, clears away the cobwebs and..the sorrow! Till there's none." Cheyenne starting singing poorly.

Brooke's eye twitched a little. "And they're clapping?" She asked herself.

"When I'm stuck with the day that's gray and lonely...I just stick out my chin, and grin, and say...ohhhhhh." Cheyenne continued. "The sun will come out, tomorrow. So you gotta hang on till tomorrow! Come what may...tomorrow, tomorrow--I love ya, tomorrow. You're always a day away!"

Brooke looked at her just as Cheyenne started dancing during the instrumental, moving her head madly about, and Brooke laughed a little, then went completely blank and shook her head. She was not witnessing this! Why were people clapping and cheering? The laughing she got, she got that--but why were they encouraging her? She was off key--though better by far than most pop stars Brooke had heard--and she sounded a bit like a poor, defenseless, dying animal.

Cheyenne looked straight at Brooke as she finished the song. "The sun will come out, tomorrow. So you gotta hang on till tomorrow! Come what may...tomorrow, tomorrow--I love ya, tomorrow." Cheyenne smiled as she did her big finish. "You're always a day...a...WAY!"

As she finished, there were rounds of applause and cheering, and though Brooke thought her ears were bleeding, she clapped too so she didn't seem rude. Cheyenne thanked the crowd and then handed the mic over to someone else, going over and sitting down next to Brooke again, grinning. Brooke took one look at her waiting for Brooke's reaction, and she knew right then and there that she had to befriend this poor, tone deaf girl.

"You should be a pop star." Brooke found herself saying, forcing a smile.

Cheyenne blushed. "Oh stop."

She was waving off the praise as Brooke tried to back herself up, and then she paused for a moment--all her attention now diverted to some place Brooke couldn't see--and Brooke studied her. With one swift movement, Cheyenne fixed her bang and then focused her attention back on Brooke like the shiny surface pointing out her hair malfunction meant nothing.

"I'm Cheyenne Kahne." Cheyenne said, extending her hand.

Brooke took it and shook it. "Brooke Marsden."

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