Title: Ramble On

Author: CynicalAuthoress

Fandom: Supernatural/One Tree Hill

Rating: M, to be safe.

Pairing(s): Dean/Haley, Sam/Brooke

Summary: There it was. That incredible stare that saw right through him. Haley James, gorgeous brown eyes and a mind as sharp as anything he might've had in his trunk, sitting in the backseat and reading him over. Just freaking great. D/H drabbles.

Chapter Summary: You know you're in trouble when you're taking relationship advice from Dean Winchester. You know you're in even more trouble when you just can't.

Warning: Gore, Violence, Strong Language, Sexual Situations

Notes: I've wanted to do this for a while; now I will :)

Thanks for the reviews, guys. I really appreciate the feedback, so you all are officially awesome ;P

I know I said D/H drabbles in the summary, but I really just wanted something from Sam's view. It's honestly a little season 7/Brooke centered. I dunno. I was too lazy to make this purely a one-shot, and, since it lacks plot, I'd probably be embarrased to even present this as a oneshot. Guess it's up to ya'll if you think it's appropriate.

Longer, longer, longer. 1275 words, baby. I am happy...sorta.

I'm honestly not sure if I like the characterization in this or not. It was written every other day, and edited around this morning, so I can blame any mistake that may have been made on pre-daylight hours. And my poor ass drabble skills. So there.

The brunette? It can be anyone. Except Lucas, for obvious reasons. I'd assume Julian, but it's not that important this early in the morn.

Also, anyone else think the Dean girl/Sam girl issue is completely irrelevant? I love Dean – mostly because he's badass to pretty much everything that could possibly kill him (and being played by Jenson Ackles doesn't hurt!). Sam, on the other hand, is like a puppy. He's the little brother and the thoughtfully sensitive one (yet, again Jared P. isn't half bad either...) and, maybe it's just me, but the more stupid, dramatic decisions he makes, makes me wanna A) hit him or B) hug him. Or both.

Either way, I guess I'm Switzerland, cause I can't choose.

Disclaimer: You know what – to hell with it; I own Dean, Sam, Castiel, the Trickster, Bobby and every other character that I adore so much. Because I'm totally rich and famous. And, you know, a queen from some far off planet (aka: the same planet Miley Cyrus and Sarah Palin orbed down from).

...Okay, which lie could you spot?

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Sam isn't too sure what he expected when he saw her again. The last thing he remembers is tears, tears and a smile stretched thin. Brooke Davis was strong and independent, but there was more to her than anyone could ever see. More than she'd ever let anyone see.

So, when he sees her this time, a dark haired man only a couple of inches shorter than himself (although, that wasn't too unfamiliar) attached to her side (and her lips), he's not sure whether he should be happy that she's moved on, away from the moving, life threatening target that was Sam Winchester, or he should be completely jealous.

Somehow, he chooses jealous.

Really jealous.

Jealous enough, that when the vertically impaired male sits down a few tables away from him - in a diner down the street, no less, he's slowly starting to glare holes into the back of his head.

"Dude!"

At least until he gets a packet of coffee creamer thrown at his head.

"Have you heard a single word I've said? God. And here I thought you had to listen in college." Dean looks irritated, but not so much that he can't tease his little brother. When Sam doesn't answer, he smirks, looking between the nameless object of animosity and the brooding brother across from him. "What's with the heated gaze, Sammy?"

Sam doesn't bother answering, instead just shooting him a look. Pushing his untouched coffee away, he finally takes a hard look at Dean and the stack of papers in front of them. Dean's smart, this once. He looks like he wants to say something more but, with Sam's temperament, he seems to decide against it.

Sam wants to focus on the case, let it take the attention off of Brooke and the mystery man. But the fact that he's sitting just a few feet away makes it very difficult not to take one of the many weapons from the impala and disfigure a face he hasn't really seen all that well.

"Did Haley ever get together with anyone?"

He didn't mean to say that, he swears he didn't, but it comes out anyway. Dean's head slowly raises from a pile of crime scene photos, green eyes narrowed on Sam's. Sam reluctantly continues, fidgeting with his own stack of what looked like police reports.

"...after you left, I mean?"

Dean's expression is a mixture of things. Confusion. Irritation. And, Sam notes, maybe a little unease.

"Not that I've heard," Dean huffs pointedly, "Why?"

Fuck it, Sam's conscious bites out. "You see that guy over there?"

Almost as soon as he says it, Dean's looking back over his shoulder. He stares a good long moment before turning back to Sam, eyes still narrowed and lips pursed.

"Wait a minute. Are you telling me that Haley and that guy-"

"No," Sam reassures, and he can almost pinpoint the moment Dean's shoulders lose their tension.

"Jesus, Sam," Dean snorts, frustrated. "Then what the hell are you talkin' about?"

"...Brooke," he mumbles quietly.

"What?"

Sam's not sure if Dean's playing with him, but he answers all the same.

"Brooke, okay?"

There's a soundless pause, and Dean laughs. He just laughs. And Sam? Well, he just kind of wants to punch something. Rolling his eyes, Sam sits back in his chair, dark hair falling into his eyes as he pouts.

"Well, color me surprised."

"Dean," Sam says warningly.

The last thing he needs, really the last thing either of them, needs is Dean-

"No, Sam," Dean starts , "the girl has co-dependent written all over her."

-piling all over his...ex. Thank you, big brother.

Brooke was the only ex-girlfriend he really had in the past few years that didn't end in werewolves or death. And his brother: well, he had issues with her.

It was a practical joke, his love life.

She was Haley's friend and Sam's girlfriend, but there was just barely anything Brooke and Dean saw eye to eye on, from Sam's hunting to Haley's "sucky choice in boyfriends". It occasionally made for good entertainment, but mostly just awkward visits. Truth be told, they were just too alike. Their personalities clashed because, well-

Brooke...Brooke is like expensive champagne. She's bubbly, rich, and sweeter what you might expect from the label. She's just...She kinda perfect to have around, no matter what the occasion.

Dean is a cold beer kind of guy. He likes the old-fashioned, wind-down-after-a-hard-day's-work beer. He'd never spring for champagne. Hell, maybethat was the only reason Sam had a chance with her in the first place.

Somehow, none of these thoughts rolling around in his head make him feel any better about this.

Sam meets Dean's eyes with determination.

"This, from the guy that was practically famous for his endless string of one night stands."

"Hey," he defends, "Those were hook-ups. Strictly sex-only." There is a tilt to his head as he adds, "And I hadn't even met Haley then."

"Whatever." Sam keeps himself from rolling his eyes.

Dean seems to eye the papers as his side thoughtfully, before accepting what was bound to become a chick-flick moment. "Look, as much as I...haven't been a member of the Brooke Davis fanclub-"

"You could say that."

Dean gives him a look that clearly says this is the most he'll be getting in a long time.

"She's not that bad," his brother conceded with a nod, "spoiled, but not that bad."

Sam raises an eyebrow but says nothing.

"Look, you know the risks of hunting; we both know 'em." Dean chuckles lowly, but looks slightly disturbed and, when he speaks again, his voice is several decibals lower. "I know it so well, I'm going to hell for it. I'm leavin' you behind, I'm leavin' Bobby behind...I'm even leavin' Haley behind for it."

"Dean-"

"No, I no...You'll get me out of it. I know you will. But if you don't, those are the facts. I don't like 'em. I don't even wanna accept 'em. But they're there, clear as day. So, when I say whatever the hell she's done can't be that bad, I mean it. She's human. And she's scared of losing you."

"Besides, we both know that if you showed up at her doorstep right now, your night would get a whole lot more NC-17." Dean shifts in his seat, digging through his pants pocket to pull out what Sam assumed was his wallet. "Speaking of which; I'm going to see Haley. I won't be seeing you later, Sammy."

Like that, he's gone, and Sam is (once again) staring at the back of a stranger's head.

And Sam, although usually content with the 'little brother' role in...well, basically everything, feels less like taking his brother's advice and doing what Dean would more likely do if it had been Haley: beat the living crap out of the guy.

But he doesn't. In fact, he just picks up and leaves. He gives the waitress a five dollar bill, piles up the research, and forces everything he has into not turning back.

He's not going to Brooke's. As a matter of fact, when he gets a call from her just an hour later, he ignores it. Mostly, he does it because he was right to tell her in the first place; this life is dangerous. It's brutal. It's enough to wound the soul. But he also does it because he's the one that needs to walk away. To let her let him go. To keep her from grieving when he's gone too.

You know you're in trouble when you're taking relationship advice from Dean Winchester.

You know you're in even more trouble when you just can't.