This was originally a one shot requested over at my LJ that I've now decided to turn into an ongoing series I'll be writing as a break from all the angst I tend to be churning out lately.

Series: Snapshots Of Suburban Life 1/?
Title: An Early Morning Phone Call
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Brooke Davis/Dean Wichester, Samantha
Fandom: One Tree Hill/Supernatural
Series Overview: A series of ficlets depicting life for Brooke and Dean Winchester and their daughter Samantha and Haley and Sam Winchester and their children Jaime and Penelope.
Disclaimer: I dont own One Tree Hill or Supernatural...Mark Schwann owns OTH although at the moment I wouldnt mind him giving me a lend and Kripke (my geek god of love) owns SPN

It's his wife's agitated voice whirling around in his head that finally prompts him to make the call. Deans pretty sure that Brooke hasn't got any mystical powers but when she curses his name for the 6th time that morning he's really not willing to tempt fate.

Of course she'd find a reason to place the blame squarely on his shoulders, She fails to remember the stories their sister in law (her best friend) has told him about her when she was their daughters age and it doesn't help that sixteen year old Samantha Winchester is nothing like her name sake uncle and every bit like her father.

Also as his luck would have it his brothers own children Jaime and Penelope were almost angelic in comparison to his baby girl which only managed to agitate Brooke all the more, especially when Haley had called at six am this morning to inform them that their nephew had arrived home from his cousins – best friend's house smelling like a wino and looking like a trucker back from a week long run.

So with his lap top in front of him, he makes the call.

"Hello" his daughter's groggy voice is heard through the receiver after she's picked up the phone on its tenth ring.

He doesn't bother with pleasantries and cuts straight to the point "Did you have a party last night?"

"No of course not" Samantha manages to inject just the right amount of teenage indignation into her voice and he has to admit to himself she can lie like the best of them, probably on par with him.

He's almost proud, only Brooke is sending that glare he hates in his direction again and if he doesn't act quick he knows he's going to be in serious danger of spending the rest of their second honeymoon sleeping on the couch and being a man that has big plans involving the hotel rooms bed, the couch is a fate worse than death.

"Well I'm currently looking at pictures on facebook with beer cans strewn all over our lounge room floor, a bong on the kitchen table and some guy throwing up in our sink" His daughter may have teenage outrage down to fine art but Dean is still the master of fatherly disapproval, after hunting disapproval had been one of the most valuable lessons his own father had taught him "You're grounded young lady. Pack a bag and your Aunty Haley will be round to pick you up in an hour"

He hangs up the phone, sure his daughter has heard his order loud and clear and sighs in relief when Brooke smiles at him proudly, her green eyes twinkling and he allows himself to smirk just a little because hotel couch – 0, Dean Winchester – 1.

Strap on your seatbelts people because this series has the potential to be a long one :)