AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Okay, so this story kind of takes place in Supernatural Season Two and has a twist to it, because John is still alive.
However, it's also a little interesting because in OTH time, Haley and Brooke are 22, so they are a year younger than Sam, and as much as I love Naley to death, he's not really part of the story.
Haley and Sam have been dating for years and so Jessica isn't part of it either.
Thought I'd let you know.
Here's your warning for a little smut.
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Brooke clapped her hands excitedly. "I've been thinking a lot about your dress and about the decorations, but mostly about your dress."
"What exactly were you thinking, Brooke?" Haley asked her with a grin on her face.
Brooke was pretty set on making Haley's wedding dress and Haley really wasn't going to stop her at all. She wanted Brooke to get as much out of this as possible, and she also wanted to talk to Brooke about her sudden change in demeanor. She wasn't sad or upset or anything…she was just different than the bubbly girl that Haley used to know, and she knew it had something to do with the week that Brooke refused to talk about. All she ever admitted was that she was with a guy a month after Lucas broke up with her and that she didn't regret it but she wouldn't dwell on it…even though there were things that happened after she couldn't very well just get over.
"I was thinking modern with a hint of fairytale to it." Brooke told Haley with a grin plastered on her face, her hazel eyes twinkling. "Oh! I know! How about a—"
"Slow down, honey, slow down." Haley said as she laughed. "I think you need to try and calm down. We've got a little while to wait, all right? Sam and I aren't getting married for six months, and this is the week after I told you we were engaged, all right? Let's come down from the high and talk about you for like two minutes."
Brooke stopped grinning but kept a small smile. "There's nothing to talk about."
"Come on, there has to be something…Lucas says you've become distant this last week and I really can't blame you…do you want to talk about it?" Haley asked her.
Brooke shook her head and then her eyes lit up again. "We should totally do a veil instead of a tiara."
Haley rolled her eyes and smiled, nodding at Brooke's suggestions and deciding to just give in. She knew Brooke, and she knew that Brooke was stubborn, so she was willing to let Brooke keep her problems to herself for now—Haley would wear her down and get the story eventually. For now? For now Haley and Brooke were going to plan out the wedding dress so that Brooke could get a handle of it I her mind, and then head to go shopping with Dean for the registries. Dean…
"So what exactly is an Achiri?" Brooke asked Dean tentatively, her head propped up on her hand, peering down at Dean fondly as he laid there on his back and looked up at her, his fingers running along her sides as her naked body cradled his, the covers over them as the sunlight streamed I the window.
Brooke stroked Dean's peck with her fingers lightly as he ran his fingers up her side and rested his hand on her shoulder, stroking it with his thumb gently. It was their second full day together and he'd told her everything because she'd found John's journal. He really hadn't been able to bring himself to lie to her when she'd found all the evidence right there, and so he had simply come clean and though worried she'd leave him, she accepted it. In fact she'd been so fascinated by it that Dean had shared the journal with her, and she'd admitted that the random taking off with John and Sam had made complete and perfect sense now that she knew.
Dean looked her in the eye. "You really want to know?"
Brooke smiled and nodded. "I don't think I would have asked if I really didn't want to know."
"I don't know you're full of surprises." Dean told her and when she gave him a look, he chuckled and nodded slowly. "It's pretty simply a demon that disguises itself as a little girl. Sometimes they're creepier than others—pretty generally they can be controlled and taken out rather easily."
Brooke made a face. "You know I always used to think that little boys in horror movies were really creepy, but I dunno…creepy little girls are a little disturbing. I mean their hair hides so much and then suddenly there they are attacking…maybe I should cut my hair."
"No, don't cut your hair!" Dean told her, running his fingers through the slightly damp locks. "I thoroughly enjoy it when it's falling into my face, and I love running my fingers through it."
Brooke rolled her eyes but kissed him when he smiled at her and climbed on top of him. Dean honestly hadn't been expecting Brooke to be in the mood at all, but he wasn't going to stop her from initiating anything—being this close to Brooke felt far too good. He didn't want to ruin anything between them, and he was glad that she accepted him—she was glad that he could be completely honest with her. It wasn't like Lucas…Lucas wasn't always one hundred percent truthful with her one hundred percent of the time, but for some reason she had stayed with him…she had loved him.
Brooke waved the memory off as she knocked on the door to Sam's and Dean's house. Honestly she still couldn't believe that Sam and Dean were settled down since Dean had told her that they hunted ghosts and demons, but Haley was too important to Sam and so even though he occasionally got roped into a hunt by his brother and/or father, he settled himself into a comfortable home that Dean would be getting out of soon after the marriage took place. It would mean that Dean was either going to go into hunting full-time, or it would mean that Dean would actually have to buckle down and get himself a place to live…that meant he'd probably become a full-time hunter.
She only figured that because she knew Dean so well…she knew him so well that she knew that Dean didn't think he deserved a normal life. He wouldn't word it that way, but the way he talked about it revealed to her his true feelings on the subject, even if the exact words never came out. Actually, in many ways, Brooke knew Dean better than she knew anyone, and she knew that he knew her better than anyone, and that was why it was so hard for her not to stay his friend. Honestly, she had wanted to, but she didn't know how to act with him after that week…as close as it had made them, it got harder to be friends when she got back together with Lucas.
Oh God, Lucas Scott. The man had pretty much put her heart on a rollercoaster and then had it go around a few times, which left her a little disoriented. Still, Lucas had a way of making Brooke feel like she belonged, and she'd been in love with him since High School. He was really the first guy that she had let all the way in, and though she knew deep down that Dean was the second, Lucas still held onto more of her than Dean did. Lucas had Brooke's heart, and they had been through a lot more together than she and Dean had been, and when Lucas had given her a grand gesture, Brooke had decided to try again—to trust Lucas with her heart again.
"Hey." Dean told her, a smile on his face.
Dean had been thinking about Brooke all day, and he actually was a little too excited inside—he just wasn't showing it physically. He wasn't even incredibly excited about figuring out all of the wedding details…he wanted to see Brooke, and he wanted to spend time with her. It really didn't help the feeling when she grinned at him and gave a little wave, pushing some of her hair off of her shoulder and walking past him into the house. Sam had gone out to look for a job earlier and so Brooke and Dean were effectively alone, and she was already taking her jacket off and sitting on the couch opening up her binder and showing Dean some of the plans.
"I was thinking we should go over some color schemes—normally I wouldn't ask but you seemed like you were looking forward to it, and since it will coincide with ties and possibly tux underlays, I figured we could go over it all." Brooke told Dean with a shrug as he leaned on the door frame and smiled at her.
Dean nodded. "Yeah…sounds good. Would you like to do that over some lunch?"
"Lunch sounds good." Brooke replied with a smile.
Note: I've tried really hard to make it so that Dean is in love with Brooke, but she's just fond of him—he's her really good friend, and they're really close, but she's pretty sure she's in love with Lucas. I hope that's clear, and just in case it isn't, that's why I'm putting it here in this note.
