CHPATER 4

Victoria left the house just one hour ago. Brooke watched as her mother and the major went in the limo, which had to take them to the airport. Brooke felt a sense of relief when they were finally gone. It may sound strange, but the truth was that Victoria and Brooke don't have the typical mother/daughter relationship. And was not a secret that Victoria would rather worry about her hair-cut more than her daughter's health. But Brooke didn't take that hard. I mean, that it has never been otherwise, so she couldn't have anything to compare it to. She's never had a careful mother, but is not jealous of the ones who do. Brooke talked to Haley earlier that day. Lucas' best friend. And what she knew for sure was that Lucas will be in the night club Tric that evening. She had to talk to him, her whole heart was telling her not to do that. But her plan was simple, she gets back together with Lucas, and when Dean Winchester leaves her alone, they will separate again. Brooke couldn't do that anymore – it was killing her. You know, it's not easy to be with someone who dosen't even know you. Who doesn't even know you have a birthday today. Brooke looked at the calendar hung on the wall. Eighteen years. God, time flies. But what the hell, the woman who gave her life, didn't remember it, why anyone sholud do that. Brooke went to her huge wardrobe and picked up a white dress she bought two weeks ago for that day. She planned it different. She, Peyton and all her friends celebrating it together. But it doesn't matter now, does it. She dressed up quickly, brushed her hair and took a pair of shoes that was matching the dress. She went in front of the mirror. She was beautiful, like a fallen angel. But as we see, beauty is not everything. She was eighteen years old, she was beautiful, gorgeous. Then why was she so sad? Why she had that feeling stucked in her stomach, that she is wasting the greatest time of her life?

She was ready to go. In her small purse she put her cell, of course a lispsick for each case, a small mirror and her real ID card.

Tric was located in the centre of Tree Hill. It was just two years ago when it opened for the first time. Peyton and Karen worked together for that. And honestly, they did a great job, Brooke had to admit that. And that night, just as usual it was full of people. Brooke parked near the entrance – she didn't plan to stay long.

Entering the club, she looked around. Mechaniclly spotted Peyton and Lucas. Brooke rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe they were together again. It's not that she cared, but at least they pretended to be sorry. Lucas also saw her. He smiled and leaving Peyton without a word, ran over Brooke. He looked the pretty girl and said in excitement:

"I am really happy you are here, Brooke. I wanted to talk to you about us... You look amazing!"

"Thank you." – Brooke said with a smile – "Yeah, i wanted to talk to you, too."

Lucas pointed a table near the place they were standing, and they sat there. Lucas was looking at Brooke with a smile, she couldn't force herself to smile back. Instead she looked around the night club. Nathan and Haley were there, but as it seemed they were leaving.

"I know you hate me for the thing with Peyton... but it was a mistake, a moment of stupidness, i would never do that again..."

Brooke bit her tongue in order not to laugh. Never do that again coming from Lucas didn't sound very convincing.

"Lucas..." – she started but then she saw Dean Winchester.

The first thing to thought was that he was there to spy on her. But after watching him for more than five minutes she noticed he didn't look at her even once.

"Brooke? Are you still here..." – Lucas started.

Brooke wanted to focus on their conversation, but her cusiousity over what is Dean doing here took its peak.

"Lucas... i thought i was ready. But i am not. I still can't talk to you. Please give me some time..."

Lucas chewed his answer and murmured "Okay Brooke, if you change your mind i will be at Fergie. He has a birthday, please come there if you want us to talk. I will be waiting for you."

Lucas left with a smile, leaving her stay there. Brooke realized Lucas remembers Fergie's birthday but not hers. This she calls destiny, and Lucas wasn't the guy for her. She stood up and walked over to the bar where Dean was sitting. She didn't say a word but sat on the high bar-chair next to him. Dean quicky looked at her, but then focused on his drink again. Brooke noticed there were four epmty glasses on the bar-plot.

"Well well..." – she started slowly. – "Dean Winchester... What brings you here?"

Dean looked at her and chuckled – "I'm not really in a mood for your games Davis..."

"And who told you i wanna play?" – Brooke said flirty and ordered a drink, the same as his.

"What do you want then?" – he asked serously and looked at her. She was now not looking at him, but at the drink which was just given to her.

"I don't know... peace?"

"And you came in a night club?"

"I had nowhere else to go..." – Brooke shrugged her shoulders. "What about you? Why are you here?"

"I wanted a drink." – Dean chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Obviously, more than one." – Brooke said pointing the glasses in front of him.

"None of your business." – he said and looked at her.

"Fine" – Brooke said angrily. – "Stay here alone then..."

He rolled his eyes and noticed she forgot her purse.

"Hey!" – but when he turned to see her, she wasn't there. "Perfect" he murmured to himself and clumsily put the purse back on the plot, but only causing its possessions to fell on the floor. Dean laughed desperately and squated to pick them up.

"God, what does this girl have in her purse..." – he rolled his eyes as he put the lipstick and the mirror back in it. He found her phone and with a murmuring collected the one thing left – her ID.

"Interesting" – he whispered as he saw it was not fake, as usual. He then focused on her birthdate, and felt somehow guilty for being rude to her. Even though Dean didn't celebrate his birthday, he hasn't celebrated his birthday for many years, he still felt compassion for her. Even Lucas, who said he loved her didn't know she had a birthday today. How sad is that? He zipped up the purse, put it in his inner jacket's pocket, and left the club with not turning around. He found his Impala parked nearby the main entrance. He drove over the Davis' house-estate. He drove in the yard-alleys and parked the car in the small parking. The house was large, probably the biggest one he has ever been into. He noticed there was only light room, and thought it had to be Brooke's. It was somehow sad again. Such a big house, but still there was only one light window. Now the question was... Should he go to her room, or should he leave? It's hard when we have to take decisions, which may coast damage to our future existance. When everything depends on one our thought, on one our action. Dean was staring at the window. He was just to return her purse back and he would leave... Who was he lying to? It wouldn't happen like that. It would be more intense and dramatic. He still couldn't define it, but he had something for that girl. More than their hatret and arguments. But no, it was not right. Dean thought about Sam, being in the dark jail alone. "Sorry Brooke... " Dean went to the frontdoor and left the purse in front of it. He looked at the window and swallowed everything he hadn't said.

"Happy Birthday Brooke" – he whispered to himself and smiled at the window as he went back in his car. He knew she can't hear him, but anyway saying it, made him feel better.