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Within moments, the lights faded and the strange group of witches and hunters appeared beneath a pier.
Haley took a deep breath and let her arms fall while the rest of the circle did the same.
"Everyone okay?" She questioned, mainly aimed at the two new comers.
"Hold that thought," Dean groaned. He put a hand to his stomach and then lowered himself into a crouch on the rocks beneath him.
Sam rolled his eyes and laughed.
"Sure beats flying though."
"Shut it, Sammy."
They laughed at the bickering while Dean tried to regain his composure.
"So anyone know where we should start?" Brooke turned to Haley, as she always did, for an answer.
"I'm thinking we start from one end of the board walk and make our way to the other. I'm sure the physic's booth won't be hard to find," She rolled her eyes at Brooke's obliviousness.
"Oh…right! Well…let's start?" Brooke looked out to the ocean and noticed the changing colors of the sky.
A blueish-purple…it was probably around 8:30 p.m. by the look of it.
"It'll be completely dark by around 9," Peyton pointed out. "So, how do you want to do the dirty deed?"
Brooke smirked, "Yeah, I was thinking gun or even you P.Sawyer blowing the thing up…but that'll be way too audible, especially if she screams. A spell would just be a waste of time. How about a knife? It'll be messy…but fun. We'll just have to muffle her cries."
Haley rolled her eyes at her friends.
"You guys are sick you know that, you sound like you're planning a murder," She looked to the Winchesters. "What do you guys think?"
Sam and Dean looked at each other for a second.
"You're asking us?"
"Well, yeah," She shrugged. "We have to work together…this should be a decision we all make."
"So your asking us, which is a better way to kill an old woman…knife or gun?" Dean gaped.
"Dean," Sam warned. "As strange of a request it is, she's right."
"Fine," He mockingly smiled. "Knife. But let's get it over with so we can prove to Ruby that we can work together, and actually focus on something worthy of our time, please."
"Sounds good to me," Peyton brushed past the boys and towards the sandy shore. "You guys coming or what?"
Her voice trailed off as she made it to the actual boardwalk.
The rest of them were quickly behind her.
"I've never been to the Jersey Shore before," Brooke scrunched her nose as she talked. "But it's disgusting. I don't see why people actually come here for vacation."
"Because the people that actually live here don't need to pay thousands of dollars for hotel and air fare to go to the Bahamas, sweetie," Peyton explained.
"True, but still. I'd rather swim in a pool and go to an arcade then spend the day at this place," Brooke kept her pace up with the others.
"I think it's romantic," Haley shrugged her shoulders.
Both Peyton and Brooke snorted then spoke simultaneously.
"You would."
"What?" She defended. "It's like, the classic date. Long walks on the beach…watching the sunset from the Ferris wheel…"
"Having the strong, perfectly chiseled faced hottie win his swoon-y girlfriend a giant panda from the ring toss?" Brooke smirked and Peyton laughed along with her.
Peyton rolled her eyes and stuck her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket, "Oh come on, Hales. Maybe in movies like The Notebook that would seem romantic, but in the real world? The date would turn out be a dud or the guy ends up having a hidden agenda and herpes."
"Leave it to overly-optimistic Goldie Locks here to kill it," Dean shook his head, but he couldn't deny the amused smile on his face.
Peyton laughed along, "Hey, I'm just looking at this situation from all possible angles. The lovey-dove scene isn't exactly my type."
"Really?" Brooke questioned sarcastically.
"Oh, shut up," She chuckled again. "At least I'm open to relationships. Unlike you, huh?"
"Yeah, well," Brooke's eyes were distant as she searched for a witty comeback. "Who needs commitment? Guys get too clingy."
"Sure, anything you say," Peyton said in a higher voice. "You know that's a lie."
"Peyt," Haley's voice was full of warning. "She doesn't want to talk about it."
Haley was careful to whisper that last part so Peyton was the only one to hear. She noticed Brooke's bubbly behavior deteriorate slightly. She knew her friends too well. Peyton would push the subject, to make herself seem right, and Brooke would deny how much she was wrong, because it hurt her to admit certain things. Haley was always the mediator.
Dean noticed the behavior as well, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Sam cleared his voice, trying to change the subject.
"So, umm, we've established you don't like this particular shore. But how about the beaches in North Carolina?"
He felt that was a simple question to ask.
Haley and Peyton exchanged a worried look.
Brooke stopped slightly and let her eyes fall to the planks beneath her feet.
"I don't want to talk about that either," She spoke, not looking backwards, and then she continued towards the end of the pier.
Peyton ran forward to catch up with her.
"Smooth move," Dean patted his brother's shoulder and kept walking.
Haley put a hand on his shoulder and offered him a comforting smile.
"Sorry," Sam smiled back softly. "Was it something I said?"
She held her smile as she shook her head.
"No, don't worry about it. Brooke just doesn't like to think or talk much about things that happened back in Tree Hill. There's a lot of hurt back in the hometown, you know?"
Sam nodded in understanding.
"Yeah, I here you."
"Well, anyway…we should probably go and get this over with huh?" Haley smiled again and pointed a few yards down from where they had stopped.
There was a small tent in a deserted area at the end of the boardwalk, and a sign out in front that read 'Physic Readings from Madame Le Rouge'. Peyton waved them over and they jogged lightly until they were all out front.
"You sure this is it?" Dean precautioned in a soft voice.
"One way to find out," Haley responded. "Look for the piercing blue eyes, it's a dead give away. Don't look in it's eyes though."
Dean nodded, then turned to his younger brother.
"You have a knife?"
"Yeah," He pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to his brother.
"Good," Dean clutched it and tucked it into his own pocket. He then motioned to everyone. "Let's go."
"Wait!" Brooke stopped him. "We can't just go in there. Let's work this through. We need a plan of action."
"It's a bottom feeder. We don't need a full force plan here." Dean stared back at her.
"First of all, Skippy, the bitch wanted us to work together, if we go in their half-cocked and that thing starts feeding or someone walks in behind us and sees us murdering an old woman, we're in trouble," She challenged. "Let's just think this out the way we can."
Haley nodded.
"She's right. Peyton, guard the door. Brooke and I will distract the thing while Sam holds her down and Dean, you can stab her if you'd like."
"Whoa, whoa. Why can't you guys use your powers or something?" Dean asked.
"Well, we need to plan for everything," Haley started. "I thought, you know, since we have to work together, we have to plan for the worst of situations. What if our powers don't work up against Lillith? Then we've got to rely on our natural talents. Well…you know what I mean. We've got to try it your way."
"I thought we were suppose to work with your powers?"
Haley smiled, "What do you suggest we do?"
"Brooke uses her freezing power, Peyton comes in and blows the thing up, this way you won't hear it scream. And then we don't have to worry about the body."
Haley smiled.
"Good, you're learning. Nice work. We go with Dean's plan."
"I'm confused," Brooke furrowed her brows. "First you said don't use our powers. Now we are?"
Sam grinned, "I get it. Testing us? Seeing whether or not we would actually make a decision that would be quick, easy, and work together. I like the way your mind works, James."
She softly blushed, "Well thanks. Everyone agree to this plan?"
They nodded.
"Knife's in my pocket, in case something goes wrong and we go with plan B," Dean stated.
"Good," Sam pulled open a curtain and ushered everyone in.
The inside was small, there were two couches for people to wait, and another screen that divided the tent in half, where they guessed the so called 'physic' was sitting.
"Everyone keeps an eye on that door," Haley whispered as they all tip toed toward the screen.
Dean grabbed a hold of it and pushed it to the side.
There was a larger room on the other side, where two chairs sat facing each other, and a circular table with a crystal ball in the center of the table.
"Typical," Peyton rolled her eyes.
"Anyone see it?" Haley looked around the small space.
"Come out, come out, where ever you are," Brooke picked up a cushion of one of the chairs and looked under it.
" 'Ave you come to seeh me?" The old woman had said with a thick, rustic accent.
It came from behind the group, and they each turned around, careful not to make contact with her eyes. From what they saw, she was short and pudgy, wearing a long flowing dress and turban. Her gray hair was barely visible and contrasted against her brown skin.
"Now, Brooke!" Haley commanded.
They watched the woman's lips carefully as they curved into a smile.
"I wouldn't tink soh."
They looked back at Brooke, who was in a heavy trance, starring back into the woman's blue hypnotic eyes.
"Damnit Brooke!" Peyton cursed and narrowed her eyes.
They watched as she slowly crippled in pain, while the woman rummaged through her mind, draining her from painful memories.
She sighed, savoring every taste of emotion she could grab.
"My dear!" She breathed heavily. "I could live on you."
"What do we do?" Dean commanded and shot to Haley. He looked back and Brooke, who was tightening her jaw, trying to fight the woman out of her mind.
"Peyton…" Sam turned around to the blonde.
Haley stopped him, "Don't Peyt! She'll scream and draw attention… We need Brooke's power…"
"Mmm…" The woman's eyes widened with every thing she saw. She started to laugh. "You poor soul. I see everything. There's a boy…he broke your heart? You left him because you were never able to tell him the truth. Your best friend left you…because he couldn't accept what you were…your parents…watching your own parents die? Hah, it's too much to take in! It's so satisfactory. What else are you hiding?"
Brooke's body shook and her teeth clenched. She was trying so hard to break free of the trance. Dean saw tears falling from her eyes, and then she ripped open her mouth and let out an enraged scream.
She had broken out of the hypnosis and she lunged toward Dean. She reached into his jacket pocket and grabbed the knife, then ran towards the old woman.
She grasped her hands over the woman's mouth, and then jammed the spear into her side repeatedly. Next she ran it into the underside of her jaw and sliced her neck. She let limp body fall to the ground, watching blood ooze from her chest and face. Brooke let the knife fall and snarled. She kicked the Parasite's dead body over and over again.
Haley's eyes were widened with horror as she ran and tore her away from the body.
"Brooke! STOP!" She held onto her shoulders and waited for her breathing to catch up with her.
"Brooke…" Peyton put a hand on her shoulder and starred into her eyes. "It's okay."
She looked from sister to sister and then back at the body. Her eyes fell again and she felt her aching body and eyelids quiver. She furrowed her eyes and ripped away from their hold. They just stood and watched as she stomped out of the tent.
"I have to go after her," Haley began to run out but Peyton stopped her.
"No, you and Sam get this body out of here. Orb it under the pier. I'll get her. Then we'll meet you there."
Haley looked down and nodded.
"Hey," Peyton called her attention. "She'll be fine."
"In time, I hope so," Haley turned away.
Peyton nodded and then ran out. Dean looked back at his brother and the witch.
"I'll go help with that."
He followed Peyton.
"Hey!" He called and watched her stop and turn around. "What the hell was that about? The Witch can't control a temper tantrum or what?"
Peyton shook her head and became angry, "Listen, you don't know anything about Brooke. Why do you think she almost went off on you when you read a page of her diary? She barely lets us in sometimes, what makes you think she'll be kind to a low-level demon who reads her thoughts and makes her re-live that pain while she's powerless to do anything about it? Then the bitch repeats it to you and your brother, who don't know shit about her? How would you be feeling?"
She raised her voice while explaining to him.
Dean realized she was right. It wasn't his place to make assumptions. And after what he just heard…he knew this girl had a reason to hide things.
Peyton turned her back on him and continued to walk.
"Wait!" He jogged up to her. "Let me help look for her, okay?"
Peyton eyed him carefully and looked him over.
"Fine," She gave in. "I'll go down to the opposite end of the pier, you look around here. Meet at the pier at around 9:30."
"Where should I look?" He raised a brow.
She shrugged, "I'd check the bars first. That's saying she didn't already leave with some stranger…then I guess you can try the parking lot. She doesn't exactly deal with pain well."
Peyton turned again and ran slowly to the end of the pier to begin her search.
Dean looked around for a bar.
"Oh, watch! Ow! AH!"
Haley screamed with delight when the cold ocean water hit her.
"Careful Sam!" She began to laugh as she watched him fumble with the dead body.
"Okay, how, exactly, is this funny?" He looked back up at her with a smile.
She smiled sheepishly and shrugged, "I don't know. It's so cryptic. We're burring and old woman's body in the ocean. How is this not funny?"
Sam chuckled along with her.
"I guess, but your not the one trying to sink her body over here!"
"Hey, I orbed her here," She smirked. "You can do the rest."
"Thanks Hales, what happened to working together, huh?" He smiled and shook his head, turning back to the body and tying another rock around her for an anchor. He then let it into the water and stood back to watch it sink.
"This is so wrong," Haley couldn't help but laugh again.
"Eh, just think. It's not a person…it's a Parasite."
Haley playfully pushed Sam, "Yeah, well it doesn't make it right!"
She smiled and he slung an arm over her shoulder.
She blushed at the contact and looked back up to him. The height difference was another amusing sight.
"Let's just hope no one saw us," He smiled.
"Don't worry, we're in the clear," She sighed. "I don't think anyone can see anything out here. It's so dark!"
"Should we go back to the boardwalk instead of waiting around here for Peyton for an hour?" He raised a brow.
She shrugged.
"Sure, I suppose. What do you want to do?"
They began walking toward the boardwalk.
"Dunno, it's the shore…we could waste insane amounts of money on games that are probably rigged, or maybe try the fun house or aquarium if it's not closed by this time," He let his arm fall and held onto the railing while they walked up it and back to civilization.
He noticed the worried expression on Haley's face when he mentioned fun house.
"Huh?"
Then, he realized what that look meant.
"Oh, right," He smiled.
She nodded and spoke at the same time he did.
"Clowns."
Haley's eyes lit up as she came up with an idea.
"What?" Sam noticed the look and grinned. "Let me guess…"
"Ferris Wheel?" She asked innocently.
"Really?" He kinked a brow.
"Please?" Her puppy dog eyes made him cave.
"Alright, fine! I'll race you there."
Haley held a confused look and watched as he picked up his feet and made a run towards the rides.
Her eyes widened and her face lit up as she trailed after him.
"Oh, no you don't!"
"Brooke, where are you?" Peyton made her way from one end of the pier to the other, with no luck.
She checked her phone about a hundred times and tried calling her about 8 times in the past 15 minutes.
No sign of Dean either. Or Haley and Sam for that matter.
"Where the hell is everyone?"
She walked into a bar next. She had probably been in this bar 2 times already since she'd began her search.
Her attention was drawn to the stage, where a band was setting up.
"Can I get you anything?" The bartender asked her when she stopped.
"Oh…no," Peyton looked at him. "I was just side tracked. I'm not staying."
"Right," The bar tender nodded and leaned an arm against the rest. "I'm guessing you're a music person?"
She smiled, "How'd you know?"
"Well your Lynyrd Skynyrd shirt is a dead give away, and you almost went weak in the knees when you noticed the band on stage. I can introduce you to them, if you'd like. Me and the band…well we're tight," He smiled a toothy smile.
She rolled her eyes.
"I didn't think I was that predictable," She jumped up onto a stool. "Actually, I was looking for someone. You haven't seen a girl around here have you? She's about this tall, shorter then me, with dark brown hair, and she was either drunk or with another guy, I'm guessing."
"Um, this is the Jersey Shore, you're going to have to narrow it down a bit more for me," he chuckled.
She sighed and grinned, "Sorry, I don't even have a picture on me. Her name is Brooke, in case you do come across someone like that."
"Got it, Curls. Now do you want anything? The band's starting in a few…maybe your friend will turn up, and in the mean time you can just relax. You seem a bit tense."
"Wow, I am predictable, aren't I?" She smirked. "Ah, why not. Hit me with a Bud, please."
He smiled and poured her drink, "You got it."
"Thanks," She grabbed the glass and took a swig.
A voice over the microphone rang out.
"Hey bartender, you're up."
Peyton looked back at the guy holding the microphone. He started laughing and made his way to the drum set to sit down.
She looked back at the bar tender.
"You're not…"
He smiled, "Guess I'm not as predictable as you'd think. I'm on break for a bit- but it's my second job."
"Well," She leaned back and folded her arms, impressed. "Let's see what you got."
The mysterious bar tender rolled his eyes and grinned again before leaving his station. He walked up on stage toward the mike, grabbing a guitar on his way.
The sky had turned from that peaceful blue-purple color to straight black in a matter of minutes. Small balls of fire twinkled in contrast of the night sky. If you looked hard enough, for a split second, you could see the faint glow of an asteroid fleeting.
"There! I see one!"
Haley clapped to her self and laughed.
"I'm up to three shooting stars so far, buddy. That's three wishes for me!" She smiled vibrantly as she bragged to Sam. "What's your count?"
"Funny," He smiled back. "How do you even catch them? They're here one moment and the next, they're gone!"
She let her lips curve.
"Well," She paused. "I'm sort of an expert with the disappearing thing. And it's not hard. Just keep scanning; you're bound to come across one. There's a whole universe out there."
Sam gazed up into the night sky and furrowed his brows as he bit his lip.
Haley watched in wonder as the perplexed look on his face strained him.
She laughed, "Don't hurt yourself."
He turned to her and stuck his tongue out, causing her to erupt in another fit of giggles.
"Are we seven?" She taunted with a playful smirk.
The ride suddenly came to a halt and their car was sitting at the very top of the Ferris Wheel.
Haley gulped and braced herself.
"Are you afraid of heights?"
"Only when suspended for a period of time." Haley started to turn white.
She grew defensive when Sam started to chuckle.
"I get queasy!" She argued.
He inched over slightly and turned his shoulder in an attempt to cover himself.
"Funny!" She hit him over the shoulder.
She took a deep breath and waited for it to start turning again.
"Here," Sam rolled his eyes and sighed as he moved forward, causing the cart to sway.
"AH! STOP!" Haley grabbed onto the side of the car as her breathing picked up. "SAM!"
He started to laugh and then inched closer, "Whoa, calm down. I was just trying to-"
"Samuel Winchester I swear you tip this thing over, I'll-"
She was suddenly captured in his arms as he slung one around her waist and held her closer.
"There," He snorted. "You're not going anywhere."
Haley swallowed a nervous lump in her throat as she stammered.
"Uhh…thanks Sam."
He shrugged, "No problem. I'm sort of an expert when it comes to protecting people and making them feel safe."
She rolled her eyes at his playful arrogance. She gave him a little nudge with her elbow and laid her head down slightly on his chest.
Dean let out a frustrated sigh of defeat as he slid onto the wooden stairs below him. He stuck his old, worn work boots into the sand of the beach and pulled out the take out box he'd just gotten from one of the food stands.
"Deannnnn!"
There was that all too familiar screech of a voice coming from behind him. He perked up slightly to make sure his assumption was correct. Before he could even turn around, Brooke had collided with him and sat down on his lap, cross-legged. She slung her arms around his neck and snuggled her face into his neck crevice.
"Brooke?" He became agitated and grabbed her thin wrists and pushed her away from his face.
"What?" She asked innocently and looked back up at him with doe eyes.
He rolled his eyes, "You're wasted."
She waved a hand in front of a face as she slurred her words, "Pff…no! I'm just a little- just sorta tired. Did you kn-know that you have really, very pretty eyes?"
She leaned in far enough to be just inches away from his nose, in order to get a better look.
He smirked and pushed her back.
"Okay, you're going to have to sit down Davis."
"Hey," A male voice shouted.
He turned in front of him to see a group of guys coming from the beach towards him.
"This guy bothering you Brooke?"
Dean kinked a brow and stared back at the Abercrombie-wearing posse. All four of them had dark Bay Watch tans and bleach blonde hair…with their lifeguard sweatshirts and man-dles.
He watched as Brooke shook her head wildly.
"Nope!" She smiled brightly and looked back into his eyes. "This is Dean, he is the funnest, most sexiest, sexy man of the entire earth planet!"
The guys laughed with every word she spoke.
"C'mon Brooke! You said you were going to come back with us," The tallest and darkest one of them smiled and motioned for her to come.
She shrugged and bounced back up, "Okay."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" He stood up as she stood up and grabbed onto her wrist before she could pull away.
She fell backward and laughed as she was being jerked around.
"Hey man, let her go," The punk moved forward.
"I don't think so, Ken," Dean sat Brooke down on the steps and turned back to the guys. "Listen, why don't you and your group of first-class Barbie dolls turn around and leave her alone. Other wise I'll have no problem kicking the crap out of each and every one of you. Believe me, I'm kind of hoping you don't walk away."
He smirked and watch them draw back a few feet.
"Fine, she's not even worth it, anyway," The guy waved a hand to his buddies and motioned for them to leave.
Once they were back on the boardwalk, Dean sighed and turned back to Brooke.
"Where the Hell have you been? We've been looking for you everywhere." He sat back down beside her as her eyes grew weak and her shoulders slumped.
"Ungh, I don't know. They don't worry about me when I'm like this, they know I can take care of myself," She yawned and then perked up again. "Unless, you want to take care of me?"
She smiled and inched closer to him, staring intently in his eyes and slowly moving towards his lips.
Dean was stunned for a moment as he watched her. He pushed her away and held onto her.
"You need to get some food in your system to get all this alcohol soaked up," He shook his head and grinned as he picked up his plate of food he'd been eating earlier.
Brooke's eyes widened as she inhaled the rich smell.
"Pie!" She grew excited again and pulled the dish away from him and quickly tore into it.
"Whoa, I don't think I've ever seen anyone more excited for pie then…me," He smiled as he watched her eat.
She kept eating as she spoke, "I lufff pie."
He couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter.
Brooke set the plate aside and collapsed onto Dean's shoulder.
"Why did that stupid demon have to search in my mind, huh? Why did I have to live through every single pain of my life again?" She turned her face to Deans, which was very close, and let pools form in her eyes.
He looked down a few times before actually being able to stare back at her.
"You've had some pretty hard times, huh?" He waited for her to respond, but she just let her eyes fall to the ground. "You know, I don't share my feelings much, either. But I don't know…maybe talking to someone about it will help. Your friends seem pretty great…you should be able to let them know how you're feeling."
She sniffled and caught his gaze again, "Can I talk to you?"
"Me?" He asked, bewildered. "Why would you tell a perfect stranger your problems?"
"You're not exactly a perfect stranger," She shrugged. "Besides; better to talk to you who understand the pressures of this life then my sisters who know every possible vulnerability I have. I don't like them to see me like this. So I drown all the issues with booze, guys, and killing demons. But maybe…maybe I should talk about it."
Dean looked out onto the ocean for a moment.
"You could tell me what's going on in that mind of yours, too, if you'd like," She stared up at him and waited for him to look back, even though he didn't.
She turned her attention to the ocean and continued talking. "I was a senior in High school when my parents died. I wasn't exactly close with them…but they were still family. We were actually tracking down Barbus, a dangerous and powerful demon who gets his pleasures from your worst fear. Mine just happened to be seeing the ones I loved hurt. He tried going after Haley and Peyton, but, being witches, they were able to fight back against his attacks. His next move was to go for my parents."
She choked slightly and fluttered her eyelids to hold the tears back.
Dean looked back down at her, concern washed over him.
"I got there just in time for his plan to fall into place," She swallowed. "He had a knife…and my parents were tied up, completely defenseless to do anything. Before I could even think- he slit their throats in front of me, and he made me watch…as they bled all over the carpet. I couldn't even breathe, let alone think of payback. Now, that's all I wish I could have done. Make him suffer like I did."
The tears were falling now, and stained her cheeks. Her voice was shaky.
"I almost lost Peyton and Haley that day…because I was too distraught to get up and help them. I could never forgive myself if something happened to them, too. So I got up and we sent his demonic ass back to Hell," She wiped her tears. "In High School…when all of this started to happen…my best friend couldn't even look me in the eye when he knew the truth…how was I suppose to know that everything will be okay after that? I was in love with my boyfriend- who I had to leave because I couldn't bear that happening again. I didn't want anyone else to leave me. What's worth saving all these people when you don't get shit back in return? How is it right?"
Dean's chest ached, he would never admit, so he nodded. It was so easy to relate to Brooke- even when they were on different wave lengths- he felt he understood her like he understood Sam- and they were family. Even when he didn't like the fact she was a witch, she was still a person, he could see now, with the same sort of internal struggle he was going through.
"My mother was killed by the Yellow-eyed demon when I was just a kid. My dad took me and my brother around with him so he could track this thing down, and kill it himself. He searched so hard for answers it didn't even seem like he cared about our well-being. At first, I resented him. What kind of ass of a father takes his two young sons and raises them to be soldiers in this messed-up demonic war? But, then, when I realized he was risking his life to save the people he cared about most, Sam and me, and other's who never had a fighting chance, I knew our Dad was doing the right thing- maybe for the wrong reason, out of vengeance, but he was a hero. And I wanted to be just like him," Dean looked back to Brooke. "I watched my father sacrifice his life for mine. I watched my brother die. And that's when I asked myself, is this job even worth it? Why sacrifice my happiness so Mr. Rogers can have the perfect family and his children don't have to worry about the monsters in the dark. I realized we were preventing others from living through the Hell of what happened to our family…no one was going to tear another family apart like this, as long as my father was around. I regret that I sold my soul for my brothers, sometimes, but I want him to be able to live the life he's wanted and not have to worry about anything. But I guess that's just how fair life is…he gets a clean slate and now another high-level demon wants his head on a stick and my soul in the pit. But then…we come across you three."
Brooke never left his gaze as he opened his heart up.
"Witches, of all things. I knew for sure that we were going to Hell, no matter what we did or who we saved. If witches were the only things that were going to save us from a fate literally worse then death, then I didn't want to be saved. But now- I don't know. Now, I see that there really can be good in the world- someone to help us even when we think we don't deserve it. And if you can hold on to all the bad stuff and search for that one moment of hope and justice- just remember, Brooke, you're the one who helped me realize that maybe there really is a moment when everything gets better. And you're the person I least expected, would. That's got to mean something."
Dean was suddenly embraced, and Brooke let her arms hang around his neck for a few seconds as she let herself become vulnerable and cry onto his shoulder.
He never let go.
"9:30, where is everyone?"
Peyton tapped her feet impatiently on the rocks. She had arrived under the pier a few minutes prior, after the band was done playing. Still, she was the only one there.
A sudden spark of light flashed, cracked, and boomed, causing her to jump slightly. Another spectrum of lights formed from beside her.
"Fireworks?"
Peyton turned around to find Sam and Haley, standing side by side, smiling brightly.
She rolled her eyes.
"Finally! I thought you guys left without me or something! Have either of you seen Brooke? I'm really worried."
The fireworks began going off again in the background, drowning out most of the noise and blinding at certain intervals.
Haley smirked and pointed to the two figures walking up to them.
"You don't have to be too worried," She waved to Dean and Brooke as they became visible.
"Brooke…are you-"
"I'm fine guys," She cut Haley off. "Really, Dean here actually helped me. I'm still a little boozy, and these fireworks are kind of killing my head right now. I need to lean up against something."
They watched as Dean helped her over to a wooden post and made sure she was comfortable.
Sam quirked an eyebrow.
"Everything okay?" He teasingly smiled at his older brother.
"Fine, she just needs some time. You guys good?"
Haley and Peyton nodded.
"Yeah, I just listened to this guy's band back at the Hex Bar. They were really great."
"Sam and I just went on the Ferris Wheel- we didn't feel like waiting around for you guys for an hour."
Dean nodded, "Let's see if I understand this right…while you three were off actually having fun at the Jersey Shore, I'm the one stuck behind babysitting boozy over here? Did you guys even care she was gone?"
"Hey," Haley said defensively. "We know her better then you might think, Dean. We know when to be there for her, and when she needs time to heal on her own. She knows to come to us when she has to- we'd never let anything happen to her."
Peyton nodded, "And, anyway, I don't see you complaining."
Dean looked back around to Brooke, who was mindlessly starring at the array of colors shooting across the night sky.
Haley, Sam, and Peyton joined her, watching the fireworks, one after one, while the roar of cheers from the boardwalk grew as loud as each boom.
Brooke smiled to herself. She felt good to let someone in, even though she felt horrible before. They had accomplished two things since they'd been here. They had gotten rid of the Parasite problem- and maybe even got the Winchester's to fully trust them. Despite the reason for opening her heart to Dean, she knew deep down that she wanted to let him in…or let someone in. And it felt good.
She liked the feeling of feeling the boom of the fireworks in her chest. She was drunk, and had a splitting headache, but it seemed to calm her anyway. Each whirring sound and loud crashing explosion drew closer and closer. One by one, they shot to the sky.
Another boom, louder this time, made her feel numb. Her smile left her face as she watched the sparks from the previous ball of fire fall out to the sea.
Something wasn't right.
She looked down to her stomach, where the felt the firework's boom ripple through her chest.
What she saw made her grow pale.
Blood.
Insane amounts of blood dripping out of her.
Brooke's eyes widened as she turned to her friends.
"Dean," She screamed in a hoarse voice.
His smile quickly disappeared when he saw the hole above her navel.
"BROOKE!"
Haley, Sam, and Peyton turned to see their fallen friend, bloodied and drained.
They rushed over to her side, immediately and knelt down.
"Oh, GOD!" Haley clutched Brooke's hand as she gasped for breath. She could tell she was falling fast.
"Haley, heal her!" Peyton stood up and grabbed Sam's shoulder and pulled him up.
Dean was scanning the beach for anyone out of the ordinary. He caught a quick glimpse of a shadow running away from them.
"THERE!" He yelled, and picked up his feet and began to run after the man who had just shot Brooke Davis.
Peyton and Sam were straight behind him.
Their footsteps clattered against the hard wood as they pushed past people and families on the boardwalk, knocking things and people over on the way.
Peyton narrowed her eyes as she caught sight of the guy run around a building and toward an alley.
"It's the bartender from the band! Jake!" She called to the Winchesters behind him.
She sped up and around the corner. Sam and Dean were right behind her.
When they turned around the bend, he was waiting for them, with a gun in hand. He wasn't alone.
His companion clutched his weapon.
"End of the line, witches," The familiar bartender called and his mouth twisted into a devilish smile.
Peyton's eyes widened as she stared back at the two men holding the threatening weapons.
"Peyton?"
Jake's comrade lowered his weapon to get a better look at the girl.
Sam and Dean exchanged looks.
They starred back at the raven-haired boy.
"Wait! I know you!" Dean spoke out.
"Bobby's nephews?" Sam asked the two guys, who started to look confused. "You two are hunters…aren't you?
Dean quirked a brow at Peyton and asked, "You know him?"
She nodded slowly.
"Nathan," She cautioned. "You're aware that your hunter-buddy Jake over here just shot Brooke…right?"
Nathan's eyes widened once he realized what just happened.
LOL! I completely forgot I was writing dates and months and times for the past chapters like May and I'm at the Jersey Shore in this chapter in Summer! Okay, sorry, but I'm not going to do that anymore. I'll distinctly say whether or not its morning or night, or past or future. Because that sort of WOMP on me X-D disregard all that pleaseeee! SORRY also if there are typos!(Esp. toward the end) I rushed to share this with you wonderful people.
ALSO; this may be somewhat spoiler-y, but I just want to know your guyses opinion on some things, so I'm going to take a poll
Q1: What sounds better to you?
Pathan
Jeyton
Neither/other (Tell me your ideas)
Q2: Which demon from Charmed would you like to see?
Succubus
Siren
Barbus
Neither/Other (Tell me your ideas)
Hope you guys liked it!! Pleaseee review!
-hsl