Heres another chapter for you guys. Hope you enjoy your Turkey Day... Let me know what you think. I will upload another chapter before the weeks over, just havent finished it yet.
Gulping down the last bit of wine from her glass, Brooke watched as Haley instinctively filled it back up for her. This was her fifth glass, even tough she'd vowed only to enjoy one; that was before he showed up.
It was taking every once of self control to stop Booke from reaching across the table and strangling the life from Dean's body.
How dare he show up.
How dare Clay invite him.
"Do I have to finish everything?" her son's whinig voice pulled her from her thoughts as she glanced over at Jamie's plate. He'd barely touched anything; except for the sweet potato scuffle and the turkey, which had to be covered in cranberry sauce.
"Of course not" Brooke shrugged it off before she reach for another piece of turkey. "But when your in the middle of the football game and start whinning about how your staaarrrvvvinnnng" she taunted "dont be upset with me that you missed the game."
Already reading his mind she placed the piece of turkey on his place, feelings Dean's eyes watch her as she continued to ignore his presence.
"The turkey's really great baby" Clay complimented Haley, trying and failing horribly at trying to redeam himself from the mess he'd brought with him today.
Haley's eyes locked on his, not needing to say anything before she looked back down at her plate.
"Best meal I've had in a while" Dean added, feeling some of the guilt from the position Clay was now in, thanks to him.
"Not Surprising." Brooke mumbled under her breathe before sipping on her wine again.
"What kinda job do you have?" Jamie question him out of no where as his eyes locked on Dean.
Brookes eyes widened as her mind thought to the millions of horrible ways this conversation could lead. The last thing she needed was Jamie knowing the monsters were real and that Dean had first hand knowledge of every kind out there.
"Security.." Dean answered calmly, without a hint of worry.
He'd always been a good liar.
"Like a police office?" the little boy continued growing more curious.
"You could say that, I protect people who need someone to watch out for them. Make sure nothing bad happens." He continued to answer Jamie's questions, disregaurding the glares from Brooke's direction.
"Is that why you dont live with me and mommy?" With the loaded question thrown from right field everyones eyes widdened wondering where this was coming from.
Unsure of how to explain the absences of his father, Brooke had always simple explained that his dad had a really important job and he had to give up things to keep other people safe.
Not once had she said Dean's name or showed him any pictures from their past. Though Jamie wouldn't have had to do much digging around to find the box full of misculanious things from their relationship.
Feelings short of breathe Brooke turned to Haley, hoping for some sort of easy solution to explain away all of Jamie's question while avoiding the truth.
Watching as Haley failed to come up with an excuse she turned back Dean and then to Jamie, struggling to find the right words.
"What do you mean sweetie?" Brooke placed her hand on Jamie's back, wondering where the hell he got this information.
Jamie's innocent eyes settled on her before he explained. "Grandpa Bobby."
"What?" Dean's voice grew louder, clearly unaware of the fact the bobby Singer had been visiting them twice a year since Jamie was born and Jamie had taken a liking to him. Which is reason Brooke believed he'd continued to return.
"What do you mean baby?" Brooke asked more calmly than Dean, having more experience with Jamie she knew what worked; yelling wasn't one of them.
"I asked Grandpa Bobby about Daddy and then I asked if I looked like him so he showed me Daddy's picture."
His innocents was undeniable, clearly unaware of what trouble this would stir.
Brooke looked around the table and realized her life was now displayed as a soap oprea for the entire room full of people.
"Excuse us." She related calmly, taking Jamie with her as she exited the room and feeling Dean hot on her heals.
"What the hell is he talking about?" Dean asked furiously as soon as Jamie was out of ear shot.
Brooke's eyes cautiously watching Jamie playing on the swingset as she tried not to look at Dean. It was the first time she'd been alone with him since he'd left her and she wasn't ready to forgive him for that, much less him interigate her over Bobby's visits.
"You mean him clearly knowing his father abandoned him?" playing clueless Brooke briefly looked up at him and took small stabs when avaliable.
"How does he know about Bobby?" Dean persisted not pausing on her comments.
Staying silent for a moment she decided that there was not point in lying; the cat was clealy out of the bag at this point.
"Bobby came to see us, right after you left." Leaving out the part when he'd only came after multiple phone calls for Brooke, pleading with him to know here Dean had disappeared to. "Then he just started visiting every six months or so." She continued to explain as if it were a big deal.
"You are fucking kidding me." Dean muttered in disbief.
"Best father figure he's had besides Clay" she said flatly taking another stab as her arms cross over her chest.
"I left to protect you" Dean's eyes went wild with fury, She knew she'd hit a sore spot but she wasn't going to back down now.
"Protect us from what, Dean?1" she let the question linger before continuing, knowing he would never answer that question. "You version or protecting someone sounds alot like abandoning people, how can you protect someone from across the country?" She looked at hims as her eyes burned into him, clearly matching his anger.
In the silence she felt a calm wash over her, knowing that she would never get the answers she wanted, his specialty was hiding the truth. Reacting in anger would only make things worse and all she wanted was for Dean to go away.
"Look, you made you choice and I had to pick up the pieces. I couldn't just run away from my problems." Brooks hands dropped to her side as she looked at Jamie, smiling as he ran around. "You gave me the most amazing son, and I will always be greatful for that, but it's time for you to go."
"Brooke-" he started but stopped as her hand lifted.
"Just go, Dean."
Brooke watched from afar as Dean approched Jamie, taking a seat next to him on the swing as Jamie picked up his conversation from the dinner table.
"Are you going to play football with us?" His eyes were filled with excitement as he continued, "I am really good."
"I bet" Dean said forcing a smile as he looked over his son, only wishing that it hadn't taken him this long to come back.
"Do you think I can be on your team?" he asked egarly.
Brooke's heart broke, knowing what was coming next. The same disappointment and heartache that she felt when Dean left three years earlier. She'd never wanted someone to stay so bad and now her son would have the same experience.
"I don't think so buddy, I have to get going.." his voice trailed off and he stood up, looking down his son who was barely thigh high.
"It's okay" Jamie's posture and vibe changed as he moved in closer and wrapped his arms around Dean's legg as he looked up. "I know you have to protect other people."
Dean's heart melted as he looked down at his son and then over in Brooke's direction.
Brookes eyes shut as she tried to fight back the tears, taking in a deep breathe she collected herself. "Come on Jamie, let's go."
