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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..."

He doesn't move, not an inch. Her eyes are tearfully burning into him and yet whenever he tries to fully meet her gaze, she averts her eyes...averts them to anyone but at him. Without warning, he smashes his lips hard down on hers again, his strong arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her fully against his chest.

His tight grip on her waist wasn't causing her the pain it should, all she could feel right now was passion, desperacy and naivety. She didn't stop him twice though, not even when he deepened the kiss and tugged at her hair with his other hand, placing her mouth exactly were he wanted it.

She allowed him to break from her as he pulled her tank top above her head, throwing it across the room before fiercely reaching for her again. His lips run smoothly and effortlessly down her neck, leaving a mark wherever he finds possible.

"Dean..." Her tight whisper is shortly followed by a deep moan when she feels his fingers rubbing at her left breast and his teeth nipping at her shoulder. "We should...we should stop.."

He shakes his head, pulling her fully onto his lap and allowing her to straddle his waist "No..No stop."

A sudden banging on the door causes her hand to push harshly at his chest, putting enough space between them for her to adjust her clothing before retreating to the door "Hello?" Her voice is cautious as she stands with her hand over the handle. She glances towards Dean who moves to her swiftly, pushing her gently out of the way to answer the door.

"Bobby." He mutters to her, before opening the door wide enough for his father figure to enter. Bobby notices the tension immediatly and shakes his head before closing the door and pulling Dean into his embrace..

"I'm sorry son." His voice is full of utter concern for the young hunter and Brooke watches them closely before pushing herself back against the wall behind her and crossing her arms firmly across her chest.

Dean nods his head, pulling back from Bobby and allowing him to keep his hand on his shoulder "It-I couldn't stop it Bobby..We have to get him back. We have to."

The older man shakes his head firmly, gripping harder at Dean's shoulder "No. Not this time. I won't let you do that again." His voice is stern and a small tear runs down his wrinkled cheek, as though he is reading Dean's mind and knows exactly what he wants to do.

Brooke clears her throat, reminding them of her presence. Within moments she is securly wrapped behind her uncle's right arm and a small smile appears on her face "Hey..long time." She whispers softly.

He nods and smiles ever so slightly too "Too long. I'm glad you're here, Brooke."

Her tiny fingers push slowly into the vending machine buttons, watching it pop out various items that would hopefully keep her going for a few more hours. She sighs heavily, leaning forward to place her forehead against the cold glass of the machine. How could this be happening again? How could she possibly be back on this road? Back to hunting life with her uncle Bobby, back to her broken family?

She hears footprints behind her and she knows its him. He has been trying to get her alone again since her uncle arrived a few hours ago. Her tired frame turns and she leans her back now against the machine.

"How'd you get away?" She mutters softly, a small, slightly playful, grin on her lips. She watches his every move as he comes to rest his left arm by her head, leaning over her.

He shrugs and licks his bottom lip, he almost smiles but stops himself quickly, settling for a knowing smirk "Its not the first time I've snook away to come looking for you. Old habits die hard, you know?"

She smiles, wider than before and moves forward far enough to leave a gentle kiss on the side of his bruised face "Wanna talk about it?" its obvious to her that this is all just an act, something to keep his mind occupied for awhile...something to stop him thinking about Sam.

"Nothing to talk about. He's gone, I can't get him back and Lucifer is out." He closes his eyes for a second and then bites his lower lip, looking at her "...I have to finish the job. Its...important."

Hesitantly, she reaches for his hand, entwining her fingers with him but stop him as he moves his face to hers "No....I-I can be here for you, I can help you and my uncle Bobby...but not like that." She sighs deeply and lets go of his hand, pushing at his chest "..not this time."

"Why not?" He scoffs, raising his eyebrows at her.

"Its different now...and I'm kinda seeing someone." She chokes out the last part, scared of his reaction. She notes his eyes widening and then his hand awkwardly running across the top of his head.

"Oh. Who's the special guy this time? Latest hunter to make a stop at you're moms crappy run down motel?" His harsh words cause her to push him away, hard.

"Leave it, okay?" Her voice is pleading but he only continues to push harder..

He rolls his eyes, placing a finger to his lips mockingly "Hmmm, I wonder how long this jackhole will last..."

She pulls herself away, convinced that he is only trying to hurt her as he is in so much pain himself. As she walks as fast as she can back towards the motel room, he pulls her back, hands gripping harshly at her shoulders.

Her fist punches his chest, in the exact spot she knows he is injured. She was the one who patched him up after all..

"Fuck you. You know nothing about me!" She screams at him, struggling to pull free.

"Oh sweetheart, we both know that isn't true..."

10 years ago....

Her body lays helplessly beneath him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and his nose twitching at hers as he smiles widely down at her.

"I missed you." she whispers fondly, fingers playing with the small stands of hair at the back of his head "...how long are you here for?"

"However long I can. Dad went on a hunt, he said he would pick me up from here after." His lips graze hers and he takes her lower lip into his teeth for a moment "...wheres you're uncle?"

She shrugs and sighs happily when he moves his lips to her neck, biting and licking at her tanned skin "...vamps in Chicago. Could be gone a couple of days.." her eyes are filled with worry when he meets her gaze again.

He places a light kiss on the tip of her nose, before doing the same on her forehead "He'll be fine. Always is, right?" His voice is very convincing and she nods her head eagerly at him.

"Yeaah." She grips his neck and pulls his ear to meet her waiting lips "Guess this means I have you all to myself then.."

"Mmmm, guess so."

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