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Summary-: ...his brother is dead, taken from him by the biggest evil of all. What will he do now? and how can his old friend Brooke Davis help him?

Set-: Brooke is 24 and pretty much just as she is on OTH right now, She used to spend alot of time at her Uncle Bobbys house and remembers her good friends Sam and Dean winchester all too well. Now she must help Dean through the loss of his most important person. SPN /during S5, Lucifer is out.

She couldn't move, not even if she tried. His grip on her was beyond any strength she had ever felt before and yet she felt no pain, not from his arms at-least. Her heart is pounding faster than ever before and her hands are shaking uncontrollably as she attempts to soothe him with her fingers, running them effortless over his head.

"Dean..." Her soft voice causes him to look up at her, but only for a second and then he is back in his previous position, gripping tightly against her waist, knelt in-front of her as his arms are around her tiny waist.

To an outsider, it would look as though he was begging for her forgiviness or begging her to stay. But this was anything but about him, or his relationship with this old friend. This was about Sam and his sudden departure from this world.

Her small hands rest in his hair and she struggles desperately to stop her tears from falling. This wasn't Dean. She had never seen this man before, not mentally. The Dean Winchester that her heart and mind was fully aware of would never show his vulnerable side to her, hell, he wouldn't show it to anyone...other than Sammy.

His frame begins to move and in seconds he has circled the entire motel room and is resting his elbows down on the tv set by the window, staring out into the parking lot. She stares down at her now bare hands, twiddling them together and glance up at his back every few moments.

It isn't until she hears his cracked hoarse voice that she realises he must remember her presence "...I don't know what to do, Brooke."

She nods, her hand wiping a fallen tear quickly "I know..." the whisper is barely audible and her frame is now at his side, moving to rest her head against his hard shoulder.

He turns, placing a light kiss on the top of her head and his hand reaches unwillingly for hers, pulling her with him as he leans against the cabinet by the door, her full frame now resting in between his legs as her arms wrap tightly around his neck.

She couldn't leave, this was obvious now. He needed her and for once it was her turn to save him, to push him towards moving on from the loss of his younger brother. She hears him sigh into her hair and this sends a cold shiver down her spine.

"I'm gonna go get us something to eat..." She pulls back from him and places both hands on his shoulders, facing him fully now "..okay?"

He nods, although she knows he probably won't want to eat anything. As she settles her palm on the door knob, she turns back and meets his teary gaze again...

"I'll be back in a few minutes...Don't....please don't leave?" She's scared and he knows this. Dean has a habit of running out on her, usually to save some new damsel in distress, but this time she wants to comfort him, to save him.

He runs his hand over his short hair and shakes his head repeatedly "Where else can I go?"

After grabbing some junk food snacks from the hotel reception vending machine, she decided a phone call to her uncle Bobby was needed.

Of course the second she heard him raise his voice in utter concern, she knew this was a mistake..

"I'm on my way, Brooke. Keep him calm and do not let him out of you're sight..."

"But, Uncle B..." her pleading frustrated tone made it obvious she didn't find herself strong enough to stop Dean doing anything he wanted to, she was simply a girl and even after all the training her uncle had put her through, Dean would do..only as he wanted to.

"I'm counting on you now, Brooke. Please just be there for him and do not...do not let him go to that.."

"Crossroads demon, got it." Her head begins to nod and she glaces towards the hotel room, aware now that the broken Winchester is pacing, awaiting her return.

"..and one more thing?"

"Yeah?"

"Just be there for him.." His voice is now a sad one and she fights back the more tears that are edging to flow.

"You know I will. See you soon." She chokes out the last part and swiftly hangs up the phone, picking up her lame attempt at decent food and making her way back across the parking lot.

When she enters the room, he greets her sadly by the door, taking the heavy looking contents from her arms and placing them on the table by the bed.

The room is warm and she slips out of her cardigan, hanging it across a nearby chair before sitting herself down on it.

"I um, I hope you don't mind but I called Bobby.." She jolts back into the chair a little when he turns his head and his sad mood seems replaced by a angry one.

"You did what?!?" His voice is risen but now as loud as she expects it to be...he falls back onto the bed and places his face securely in his hands..."Why did you do that?" the tone of his voice is softer now, more adjusted.

"I..I had to. You need him. God, I need him." Her fingers run effortlessly through her locks of tangled un washed hair and she leans her elbows onto her knees, staring at him "I need him to...help you. Make this better..."

"But he can't make it better, Brooke. No one can." He lifts himself into the sitting position and reaches out for her hand, pulling her to sit by him, she does and as soon as her posture is matching his, he elopes her in a tight hug...before returning his face to her hair and slamming his eyes shut to stop himself breaking down in front of her again.

She runs her left hand up and down his back, while her right cups the side of his neck, holding him to her. "I don't know what else I can say, other than... I am so sorry this is happening to you, D. I know that doesn't help...but I miss him too." Her soft whisper is only just audible and he grips her lower back even tighter when he feels the first few tears dampen the collar of his shirt.

He doesn't say anything. His hands come to rest either side of her face and he pulls back, resting his forehead securely on hers. She stares at him, her nose grazing his every few seconds and before she can lift back from this growing tension, his lips land softly on hers.

It lasts merely a second, and before he can lean in for a second kiss, she pulls back...her finger on his dry lips "Don't..."

End chapter 1. Sooo? What do we think so far? Reviews would be greatttt :)