AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This chapter is dedicated to princessjames21, because it is her birthday tomorrow and I know how much she loves this story. I want to start off her updates with angst. Happy birthday tomorrow, Sweetheart!

WARNINGS: Language, Blood, Sex, Dark Themes

ENJOY!

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"MOMMA, LOOK OUT!" Jamie cried suddenly.

Brooke had been watching where she was driving, but a car had some out of nowhere in the rain storm and she didn't know what to do. Acting on instinct, she swerved to avoid the car, but it was in her lane of traffic and swerving made the wheels take on some water and the car spun out of control. Jamie was screaming a bit as the car turned over on its side, rolling off of the bridge and into the water of the dam in Tree Hill. This bridge had seen plenty a car accident, but Brooke had never once been in this place before…and now it was her and her son.

"Jamie! Hey, honey. Are you okay?" Brooke asked him, feeling pain shooting through her leg, but she was more concerned about his well-being over her own.

Jamie nodded even though he was stuck too. "Yeah, Mom. I'm not hurt."

For a moment Brooke felt relieved, but she knew that the car was starting to sink and she was so panicked right now. So instead, she grabbed out a pocket knife and she started to try and cut herself free so she could get to Jamie, handing it to him to let him try. All that mattered to her was her son as she heard the water rushing in and something told her that the two of them might not make it out alive but if one of them did…it was going to be James Samuel Davis-Winchester.

Brooke woke up with a start, still hearing the shattering glass and the crunching sound of metal as the car rolled and one thing was for certain: the accident was in there in her mind. It was still kind of blurry, but at least she knew one thing, and that was that Jamie was her son and the accident didn't seem to be her fault. Still, the images hadn't been very clear and as Brooke wiped the beads of sweat from her brow, she looked over at Dean, who was sleeping, but he stirred a little. Somehow, he knew that Brooke was distressed and that made her smile a little bit, but because she didn't want to wake him, she got up and went out of the room, closing the door behind her swiftly and quietly.

Because it was almost instinct, Brooke tiptoed to the nursery to check on the twins, smiling at her baby boys and wishing that she remembered anything about them. All she knew was that they looked like a good mix of her and Dean and so did Jamie, even though he looked so much like Dean. She smiled sadly because all she wanted to do was remember, and then went to check on Jamie, who was sleeping as well but a little fitfully, she was sure of. Knowing that it might make him feel better, she laid down next to him and snuggled him, stroking his hair until he was sleeping calmer.

"It's okay, honey…I'm here," Brooke promised him as she kissed his temple. "I'm going to try my hardest to remember, just for you."

Nodding at that, Brooke rolled off of his bed and moved out of his room, going downstairs and wandering around a little until she found a study. Some of what was in the study looked weird to her, but she was more interested in the photo albums and grabbed them, taking them out to the couch and putting a blanket over her bare legs as she opened them up. There were pictures of her and Haley in them, Sam and Dean, her and Dean, Dean and the kids, her and the kids…it summed up a lot of the doubts in her head, but it still wasn't flooding back and that brought tears to her eyes.

She was trying so hard to remember hers and Dean's life together and everyone looked so happy in the pictures and her nieces were the cutest things. Brooke ran her fingers over the pictures and then looked up when she heard a creak on the stairs, smiling sadly at Dean and wiping tears away. Dean was to her in a heartbeat and she just let him wrap his arms around her, his thumb wiping away her tears as he kissed the top of her head and nuzzled her. She started crying and he didn't know how to help her., Jamie getting up from his room and coming down to sit on the stairs.

"Baby…what's wrong?" Dean asked her, kissing her temple.

Brooke motioned to the photo albums. "It's all here, but I just can't remember. I see all of these memories that we've put together and it's all here, but I just don't remember them. What if I never do? What if I'm stuck like this?"

"You don't have to remember, right now," Dean told her, kissing her cheek and frowning as she nodded. "Hey, you don't. We can take our time and you'll remember. If you don't, we deal with that when it happens. Is that okay?"

"I don't deserve you," Brooke whispered as she buried her face in his chest, reveling in the feel of his fingers gliding through her hair.

Jamie frowned a little bit because he knew that his mother was sad, but he didn't understand why she could forget it all but he couldn't. He could remember everything about that night and because of it, he was a little afraid of cars at the moment and he just…he wanted his mother back. When Jamie was scared in the past, Brooke knew just how to make him feel better about it all but not right now—in fact right now all he could think about was the accident.

"I don't like this song, Momma," Jamie told his mother with his nose all scrunched up.

Brooke laughed a little bit. "How can you not? This is a classic—your father is going to think he isn't your father if you hate this song."

"It's just not what I want to hear…" Jamie continued, looking out at the rain pounding down.

The day had started off beautiful enough, but right now the rain was pouring down and Jamie liked the way that the droplets slammed against the windows. He liked to watch the rain drops slide down the glass and practically race each other to the part of the window that connected to the car, all becoming one little stream of water that kept sliding down the outside of the door. What bothered him on nights like this was the cars trying to hurry home, sounding louder and faster as they whooshed past their car and Brooke felt uneasy too, especially when a reckless driver came into their lane, brights on.

"MOMMA, LOOK OUT!" Jamie cried suddenly.

Brooke had been watching where she was driving, but a car had some out of nowhere in the rain storm and Jamie felt his heart pounding away in his chest. Acting on instinct, Brooke swerved to avoid the car, but it was in her lane of traffic and swerving made the wheels take on some water and the car spun out of control. Jamie was screaming a bit as the car turned over on its side, rolling off of the bridge and into the water of the dam in Tree Hill. This bridge had seen plenty a car accident, but Brooke had never once been in this place before…and now it was her and her son.

"Jamie! Hey, honey. Are you okay?" Brooke asked him, feeling pain shooting through her leg, but she was more concerned about his well-being over her own.

Jamie nodded even though he was stuck too and he was freaking out. "Yeah, Mom. I'm not hurt."

It had been one of the scariest moments of Jamie's life, and he got up and went back to bed after watching his father comfort his mother a little bit. He crawled back into bed and then he snuggled into his covers, going to sleep as Dean picked Brooke up in his arms and carried her to their bed. She let him hold her close and she nuzzled his chest through his shirt with her nose and she realized that she found the contours of his muscles comforting and her whole body felt close to his.

Brooke could feel how his body cradled hers and paid close attention to the feel of every piece of him against her and shuddered pleasantly. It might have been the fact that she felt so vulnerable and she wanted so desperately to remember him but she just couldn't. So right now she knew that she had to just let it happen and get some sleep because tomorrow was going to be a really hard day of trying to piece together the life that seemed so lost to her. What she didn't realize, was that Dean was feeling a bit happy too…and not in the conventional way…

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The next morning, Brooke got up early and she went to see the twins, getting them both to the bathroom, dressed and downstairs, surprised they were already potty trained, but thankful. She hadn't wanted to change any diapers and as she got them their sippy cups out of the fridge and then found some toaster waffles in the freezer. Brooke certainly knew how to take something frozen and turn it into somewhat of a gourmet meal and she knew how to cook a couple of things…plus she hoped that being in the kitchen would make her remember the other few recipes she had no doubt accumulated upon becoming a mother.

"There is so much healthy food in here," Brooke said as she looked at the twins in their high chairs. "You are two incredibly well dressed little men…looks like my stitching too."

Jamie smiled as he came into the kitchen. "It is—you designed all of our clothes. Mine, their, yours, Daddy's. Your shop is thriving."

"Waffles," Johnny said happily.

"Can they eat those?" Brooke asked Jamie slowly.

"Yeah, the plain ones—the chocolate chip ones are for you, me and Daddy," Jamie piped up, setting the table for his mother. "Today is your day to set the table, but I'll pick it up today."

Brooke smiled and nodded. "You're a good kid, Jimmy-Jam."

Jamie knew it was too much to ask for that his mother had remembered her nickname for him, but he knew it was a sign that she was in there somewhere. So he just smiled and looked up as Dean came down the stairs all dressed and Brooke remembered that she still had yet to ask Dean what it was that he did for a living, but now she didn't have to ask. He was wearing a policeman's uniform and she had to admit that the sight of him was quite the turn on—Dean Winchester in a uniform…damn.

"So…I married a cop?" Brooke asked him.

Dean chuckled a bit. "I, uh…I'm a detective actually."

"Wow…" Brooke said, looking him over and nodding approvingly. "I did well for myself."

She wiggled her eyebrows involuntarily, Dean chuckling and Jamie rolling his eyes at his parents like the olden days, not understanding what Dean knew. He had always thought his Dad was a detective and that his Uncle Sam was a lawyer, but Haley and Brooke had known that they had been hunters until they had been faced with settling down. Then they had to pull a bunch of strings and hack into the FED database and change some things around and they settled into their comfort zones. Sam was doing what he had always wanted to do and Dean was still solving crimes and booking bad guys and together, he and Sam were keeping dirtbags off the streets as Sam helped to sentence them.

"I'd like to think that you're both pretty cool," Jamie said with a grin as he sat down and Brooke got them all pancakes.

"How about some eggs too?" Dean asked, Jamie nodded happily.

"Eggies!" Baby Bobby exclaimed.

Dean smiled at his middle son. "Yeah…he knows the real word, he just likes that one better."

"All three of our sons are simply…adorable," Brooke admitted with a nod, trailing off when she turned to see Dean right there.

He had been reaching past her to grab a bowl to put the eggs in and they were right there, Brooke breathing in his scent and smiling at him. She was blushing furiously, but having him that close made her realize that even without her thoughts, she was attracted to her husband and he just smiled at her because her face showed him that she was. All he wanted was for her to remember him and all that they had shared, but right now it was enough to have his wife look at him with a look that he had seen cross her face before.

"Waffles…?" Jamie asked, ruining his parents' intense eye contact.

Brooke nodded at that. "Right…waffles."

She gave him his waffles and then sat down with him, Dean making them all eggs—the kids too. Then he took Jamie to school and Brooke played with the twins, who were certainly a handful, but she expected them to be because they took after her and Dean seemed to have energy too. After a bit, since Dean was at work (though he called to check in with her a few times and she assured him that she was doing just fine) Brooke realized that the boys were getting cranky and put them down for a nap, thinking that she was going to get to have some down time but instead she looked up ten minutes into the silence and Dean came home.

"Lunch?" Brooke asked him, standing up suddenly and putting her hands up to her mouth. "I bet I'm supposed to have lunch ready…right?"

Dean smiled and crossed over to her, taking her hands in his. "No, no—it's alright, Baby. I don't expect you to know anything right now about the schedule."

"You could write it down for me until I get back into the swing of things…" Brooke suggested with a gentle shrug.

"Yeah…though I admit that we don't normally eat that much on my lunch breaks. Today we will, but we…" Dean trailed off though.

Brooke's cheeks got red. "Oh…lunch sex. Hey, it makes sense."

"But, we're not going to for a while," Dean promised, going into the kitchen to make himself some food.

Following him slowly as she thought it over, Brooke leaned on the doorframe and she looked Dean over because she knew that sooner or later it would come to that. The doctor hadn't wanted the routine to change and she knew that eventually she was going to have to have sex with him because the sensations might bring some memories back. Brooke just wanted to know him a little better first even though she knew that sometime, she and Dean Winchester were going to have sex and that thought wasn't as scary to her as it had been before—her husband was an incredibly sweet, caring, attractive, sexy man…why should it scare her?

"Eventually we will though," Brooke told him with a nod. "The doctor said the sensations would help and I know that sex was part of that equation."

Dean turned to her. "Are you sure?"

"Yes…just not today," Brooke responded quickly.

"No, I know, not today…" Dean said, turning to look back at the stove because even though he wanted to back off and let her remember, she was far too beautiful today and part of him really wanted to.

Hell, part of Brooke wanted to as well, but instead, they were just going to have some lunch.

Note: There you have it! Too attractive people, both married, a bit turned on by each other…but there's that little memory issue. What could possibly happen next? Who hit Brooke? Will Jamie tell anyone about his nightmares? Feedback is always appreciated!