Chapter 2

He paced up and down in front of the waiting room doing exactly what was expected...waiting. A few hours ago his contact from the hospital had phoned him and told him the news - she had been found. Bloody and beaten. He shook his head in frustration and tried to push those two facts out of his mind.

It had been a week since she had disappeared from their last hunt. 7 haunting days in which he and Sam had looked for her. And in those 7 days all that occupied his mind was her.

Dean smirked as he climbed out of the Impala and slowly and delicately closed the door. He kept a close eye as Sam climbed out and locked the door - lifting his eyes to meet his brother's gaze. A smile played on both of their faces. It had been a successful hunt.

"Sometimes I think you love this car more than Brooke..." Sam laughed and Dean rolled his eyes.

"Jealousy Sammy...doesn't really suit you." he laughed and Sam groaned as he turned and walked to their motel room but stopped dead in his tracks. The door to their room was wide open.

"Dean..." his voice quivered.

"God Sam I was only joking!" Dean groaned in frustration with his baby brother's temper.

"Dean..." Sam repeated more demandingly and he knew Dean had seen it when his brother's body passed his in a few seconds and they both found themselves running towards the room.

"Brooke!" Dean yelled as they reached the door and both looked on in horror at what was in front of them. The salt line had been kicked into oblivion, the room was torn apart...and there was no sign of Brooke. Dean moved into the room quickly - his hand placed firmly on the gun in his jean.

"Brooke?" he asked again and Sam recognized the tone of his brothers voice...fear.

It didn't take them long to realize Brooke was gone.

Sam kept his gaze firmly on his older brother. Dean had taken Brooke's disappearance very badly and he didn't trust his brother alone with himself. Dean was reckless and his arrogance made him a force to be reckoned with. They both jumped as the doctor reached them.

"Dean Winchester?" he asked as he checked his charts and Dean nodded as Sam moved next to him. Both of them pleading for good news.

"Miss Davis is going to be fine. She was beaten up pretty badly but it looks - as weird as it might sound - like she'll make a quick recovery." the doctor smiled and Dean gave a huge sigh with relief as Sam placed his hand on his shoulder in a comforting gesture.

"Thank you doctor..." Sam said politely...knowing fully well that Dean wouldn't be able to say the words.

"Also...I would like to ask...did you know your girlfriend is pregnant?" Dean's head shot up and Sam's eyes widened in shock.

"What?"

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Sam and Dean Winchester were at 23 and 26 the two best supernatural hunters in the world. They had been taught from childhood by their father - John Winchester - how to fight the things of the night...the things that normal people are oblivious too. But in truth they had spent their whole lives searching for that one demon...the demon that had killed their mother and Sam's girlfriend Jessica...and in the end...their father. Their father who had spent his life trying to find the demon...had exchanged his life for Dean's when Dean had almost died. The demon had exchanged it...and it had sent Dean and Sam into a blind fury.

The demon - who had once been weary of only John - had highly misjudged the two boys. With the death of their father their hunting skills and Sam's powers and visions increased. And that was why the demon needed to kill them. Because he knew...he knew very well...that Sam and Dean would be the only two men in the world that could kill him...and according to demon legend...would kill him.

Demon legend stated that the demon - the strongest and most evil demon in hell - would be destroyed by Winchesters.

Brooke Davis had been Dean's long-time girlfriend for close to 4 years. At 23 – born on precisely the same day as Sam - she was almost a great a hunter as they were...and her hunting was also fueled by the same demon...the demon that had killed her older brother years ago. But she didn't just have hunting skills. No, the Davis family was filled with magical gifts. Brooke's brother - Logan Davis - had been a shape-shifter and she had telechenetic powers - almost like Sam - and the ability to heal fast. Also her appearance - make-up and hair - could be changed in a instant. It was a trick her brother had taught her.

Through the years she helped Dean with some hunts but spent the most of her time defending her home town. But after John's death she decided to join the boys on their ever-lasting road trip. She could easily protect herself...and that was what Dean loved about her. She wasn't scared off by his arrogance...in fact she matched it with her own...and she didn't scare away from who he was and what his life was about.

And by combining the Davis and Winchester genes...you were rewarded with the strongest hunting team on the planet.

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Dean entered the room slowly… it had been a long time since he had last been in the hospital. And it had ended in grief. Brooke looked up at him with big brown eyes as he moved closer and immediately their hands sought each other. Still they didn't let their gazes drift from each others.

Brooke had already begun healing by the time they had finally seen her. Her hair –which he could easily see was not brushed – hung loosely around her shoulders. Dean looked like hell himself.

"Did you get my message?" she asked after a while and Dean couldn't help but smirk at her.

"Naturally…trust you to always leave me a message…you know I almost crashed THE CAR when I got it." His arrogance came through with each word and Brooke rolled her eyes dramatically.

"I can't believe you care so much about that damn car…" Dean leaned forward taking her soft lips under his.

"Only cause you bought it for me…you know that…" he whispered and Brooke smiled.

"You better know I now wished I hadn't…"

"Why is bitch being a Brooke?" Dean asked with a laugh.

"Because asshole was already taken by you…" Brooke countered and Dean smiled as Brooke moved their hands over her stomach. Dean's smile strained and she could immediately see he went into hunter mode.

"Tell me what happened…everything."