Music thudded from the speakers in the bar. Dean was sitting on a bar stool, clutching a bottle of beer that he hadn't even tasted.

For the past twenty minutes, he'd been staring across the floor where his girlfriend Brooke had been getting pool lessons from a frat boy.

Needless to say, Dean was more than pissed. First of all, he and Brooke had come to this bar together, and second of all, she knew perfectly well how to play pool.

Frankly it made him sick to see the stereotypical college guy acting like he was hot shit when there were several things wrong with him, including his pool technique. But more overpowering was the feeling of hurt when he saw how much Brooke was enjoying herself. Hadn't she been the one who had begged him and Sam to take her with them?

Hadn't she told him several times that she loved him?

She was his. They'd been through quite a bit recently and had spent their time recovering together and now it looked as though Brooke had changed her mind.

Dean looked back to where Brooke was and closed his eyes, trying to contain himself before he caused a scene.

But why the hell shouldn't he?

There was more between him and Brooke than just being boyfriend and girlfriend. If she couldn't see that, then it was her loss more than his.

Yet he couldn't leave her.

She was his.

Dean decided to use his brain rather than being impulsive. He had heard from Brooke's friends about how she would play someone to get a point across. Well, he may love her with all his body and soul but it was time for her to get a taste of her own medicine.

He looked over his shoulder and made sure that Brooke was looking up at him before giving her a look of mingled hurt and anger before putting two bucks on the counter and storming out of the bar.

Sam was back at Bobby's, so Dean headed for the Impala and had just started the engine when he saw Brooke making her way toward the car.

He put it in reverse and then stopped when he saw the look of shock on her face. He cut the engine and got out.

"Where are you going?" Brooke asked.

"It looked like you and your college buddy were busy." He said with a shrug.

Brooke's shoulders fell in exasperation.

"Don't do that to me." She said defensively. "Look, I was just giving him the time of day. His date stood him up so I thought I'd cheer him up. Besides, Jeff's alright –

Dean snorted.

"Jeff. That's such a typical college name."

"How would you know? You've never even been to college!" Brooke snapped back.

"Neither have you." Dean replied coolly.

"That's only because I made the mistake of taking a tour of haunted America with you and Sam!"

Dean blinked and Brooke looked instantly apologetic.

"So that's how it is now, huh?" Dean looked away and tucked his hands into his pockets. "Well, if you're unhappy then we'll just drop you off in Tree Hill when we head back that way."

Brooke's face was the very picture of hurt.

"You know I don't want to leave you. Look, I'm sorry for flirting with him."

Dean rolled his eyes.

"What the hell is your problem?" Brooke all but shouted. "You don't own me Dean!"

It was then that all the fight went out of Dean. His shoulders slumped and he sighed. He didn't want to fight with Brooke.

"I'm sorry." He said his eyes downcast. "I've just…never been in love before. I guess I've got entitlement issues."

Brooke put her arms around him. It was a miracle she wasn't shivering. The night was chilly and all she was wearing was a sky blue tank top and black leather pants. Her black hair was straight rather than curled and she was wearing the ruby necklace Dean had given her.

She rested her head on his shoulder and breathed in his leathery scent.

"I love you," she whispered, "but I need to know what's bothering you."

Dean sighed, not knowing how to put what he was feeling into words.

"I just…I guess I'm always thinking…you're mine. I don't want you to leave me."

Brooke smiled up at him and kissed him softly.

"You don't have anything to worry about."

Several minutes later, he and Brooke were holding onto each other in a dark alcove just outside the bar. It was so heavily darkened that nobody would see them.

Brooke's arms moved over Dean's back as their lips met again in a fiery kiss.

"Say it," Dean said between kisses. "Say it…"

Brooke smiled as Dean's lips trailed to her neck.

"I'm yours…" She whispered.