Chapter Nine: She's mine

"Your brothers an ass" Brooke informed Sam, ho was coming down the stairs as she slammed the front door shut behind her.

"What did he do?"

"It's more like what didn't he do. Agghhh what's wrong with him? What's wrong with me?" she threw her bag to the ground and the contents spilt onto the floor. "Crap" she got to her knees and started shoving the things back into her bag.

"Look, I know Dean can be a tool but he's only looking out for you" Sam said sincerely as he helped her pick up her things. When he saw the small vanilla envelope under the corner of the couch he quickly slipped it into his pocket before Brooke saw it.

"Funny that's what he said" she sighed heavily and sat back on her heels. "I know when we met I was kind of… you know, girls gone wild. But I'm not that girl anymore"

"I know Brooke. Neither of us are the people we were when we first met"

"I heard about Jess, I'm so sorry"

"Thanks"

"I know it doesn't help" she shrugged.

"We're leaving soon and I just don't think Dean wants to get in too deep with you" Sam still felt uncomfortable about talking about Jess and what happened.

"I'm not asking for a ring on my finger"

"You really don't get what you do to guys, do you?"

"Hey I know I'm hot" she joked half heartedly.

"You have changed from the girl I met at Stanford. Your more then the girl good for a fun night out"

"So you weren't totally in love with me when we hooked up?" her eyebrows shot up making Sam laugh.

"Not quite"

"There is definitely something wrong with you Winchester boys" she laughed as she stood up. "I don't know what it is about your brother but he makes me feel safe and he's so hot"

"This conversation would be weird even if we hadn't hooked up"

"Sorry. I just I mean I know nothing about him or you for that matter. Since you've been in town we've hardly talked. How about I make us some cocktails and we have a proper talk?"

"Make it a beer and you're on" Brooke smiled and walked over to the fridge. She stopped when she spotted her bracelet sitting on the island.

"Hey you found my bracelet. I've been looking for it everywhere"

"It's yours?"

"Yeah, where'd you find it?"

"Under the TV stand"

"That's weird I haven't seen it since New York" she shrugged and handed him his beer before getting out the blender. "So College boy, spill. What's been happening in the world of Sam?"


Brooke was stretched out on the couch sipping a cocktail when Dean came back. She was laughing with Sam. She looked over at him when he shut the door, a big smile on her face. "Sam was just telling me what a terrible brother you are" she laughed.

"I'm a great brother. I guess he hasn't told you how many times I saved his life"

"I'm pretty sure Rachel Nayv wouldn't agree" Brooke laughed and hauled herself up from the couch.

"You told her about that?" he shot Sam a look.

"Don't blame him I can be very persuasive" she had a determined look on her face, which worried Dean. "Look I got to get to bed I have a meeting in the morning with Victoria. Night" She downed the rest of the cocktail and handed the empty glass to Dean before leaving the boys to it.

"So was it hers?" Dean asked once she was out of earshot. Sam knew straight away that he meant the bracelet he had found in the hex bag.

"Yeah, she hasn't seen it since New York"

"So the bags been with her since New York?"

"Looks like it. The only question is who and why?"

"At least we know it was a protection bag not something worse"

"Yeah but why does she need protecting? Are you sure we should have burnt it? I mean if it was protecting her, maybe-"

"Sam it was a damn hex bag"

"Hex bags have helped us before Dean"

"Until we know why it was made and who by we don't trust it"

"Ok" Sam put his hands up his palms facing towards Dean. "Dean I think this is connected to the hunt. We were talking while you were gone and she told me her friend, Rachel was attacked in New York. Brooke walked in while the guy was trying to bite her, she scared him off"

"If it was a vampire he would of just killed both of them"

"Unless…"

"Unless what?" Sam pulled out the envelope and handed it to Dean. "I think it was with the flowers Brooke got" Dean opened the envelope and read the slip of paper.

Your mine

"Shit. How'd you know it was with the flowers?" Sam looked guilty. "Sammy"

"When you left I went upstairs to get another book and there was a dead cat at the end of my bed and this" he pulled out an identical card.

"Jesus Sammy, why didn't you call me?" he asked as he snatch the card off him.

"I was gunna but Brooke walked in and I couldn't get away". Dean read the next card.

She's mine

Stay away. BOTH of you.

"Maybe its for Peyton"

"Come on Dean. I don't want to think this things after her either but we both know it is"

"We need to tell her"

"Tell her what? Tell her I dropped out of school to go hunt demons? That Jess was killed by the same one that killed our mom? That a vampires after her? All we'll do is freak her out"

"Damn it Sam, maybe she needs to be freaked out. If she wasn't so pig headed she would have realized those things she got weren't something she could ignore"

"We didn't make anything of it either Dean"

"We need to research the attack on her friend. See where this son of a bitch started and try figure out where he likes to stay, narrow the search area down. We're gunna catch the guy before he lays a finger on her"

"We'll get him Dean"

"We better"