AUTHOR'S NOTE:
All right I love this story.
I do…and the plans keep changing.
This came out how IT wanted to and not entirely how I wanted it to.
So the Saley galore?
Well it's angsty Saley, and more Baley/Bram…cause Brooke is their mediator so to speak.
There is lots of Brean though too…
Leave feedback for me so I know what you do and don't like and what you do and don't want from this, all right?
Please and thank you.
=P
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Haley looked at the tour bus, Chris loading on bags and she looked around to see if Sam had come. She couldn't help but have hope in her gut that he'd come and support her, even though she knew it was hard for him. Everyone that Sam got close to seemed to desert him…no matter how many times she tried to explain to him that she wasn't deserting him. The only thing Haley could cling too at that moment was their last phone call…
"Hey, Sammy." Haley told him pleasantly, smiling even though she was still sad he'd just walked out.
Sam smiled a little too. "Hales, I'm so sorry for just walking out like that."
"It's all right I didn't give you any sort of warning before I laid it all out there. I mean I didn't even discuss it with you before I decided to go." Haley replied, and then she sighed at Dean when he groaned loudly and started snapping at her to pay attention.
"Where is the cord for Brooke's laptop?" Dean asked her.
"Somewhere by her bed." Haley explained, not really knowing why she had said that, and not really registering at all that she had lead him to the ultrasound practically—something Brooke would tell her about and wave off later since he needed to know.
Sam swallowed slowly. "When do you leave, Hales?"
"At four tomorrow afternoon, Sammy…I'd really like to see you." Haley pleaded.
Nodding sadly as she looked around and there was still no Sam to be seen, Haley walked up to Chris and handed him her bags. Sam watched her from a spot where she could not see him, wishing he had the strength to walk up to her and wish her luck, but he couldn't. He knew that she needed the comfort that his blessing to do this would give her, but he had no blessing to give her when he knew he was going to be away from her for six whole months. Occasionally he'd be able to come to a show, but he was a hunter, and she was becoming a famous musician. Normally, Sam would take the romantic road, and maybe even settle down, but with the demon out there, he had to focus on keeping Haley safe…and that meant for this afternoon, he couldn't keep her happy.
"You made the right choice, Haley." Chris told her as she again looked for Sam, and hearing this Sam clenched his fists.
Haley shrugged a little bit. "I hope so…it feels…it doesn't feel the way I thought it would."
With that, Haley got onto the tour bus and Brooke sighed loudly and ran her fingers through her hair. It really wasn't fair that Dean was being the way that he was being about the words that she'd gone and said twice. Brooke had simply wanted to be completely honest with him and now she was all aroused and he was being cranky. If Dean could just stop being a stubborn bastard for two seconds their whole conversation—or argument—would have been going a lot better than it was going.
"You are such a bitch." Brooke muttered, closing her eyes and covering her eyes with her hands as she sighed loudly again.
Dean shot her a look. "Coming from the woman who had to go off and tell me that she loved me."
Brooke removed her hands from her eyes and looked at him. "When have those three words ever stopped Dean Winchester from finishing what he started?"
Dean gritted his teeth. "Since you said them!"
At that moment Brooke really didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or as an insult, so she simply closed her eyes again and sighed for what seemed to Dean like the hundredth time. Dean was scared, honestly, to feel like he had to mean it in order to be with Brooke…something he'd never felt before. Sex was just sex for Dean, but now suddenly it was more than that because Brooke had fallen for him for God only knew why. Now they were both horny and frustrated, and Brooke was hurt and Dean knew it was his fault, but he didn't know how to fix it.
"I don't know what is going on in that thick skull of yours, but I swear to God if you don't finish what you started, I'm never speaking to you again." Brooke told him firmly. "So either get back on top of me…or get out of my room and ready yourself for silence."
Dean scoffed. "You? Silent? I would actually pay to see Brooke Davis silent."
Brooke narrowed her eyes at him. "Five seconds and counting, Dean. Five…four…three…two…one and three quarters…one and a half…"
"Brooke, I can't! You can't just tell me that you love me and then expect me to keep going, all right? It isn't fair to you! And if that means you're not going to talk to me, then fine! Don't talk to me!" Dean snapped at her.
Dean was starting to look incredibly upset, and Brooke simply nodded at him and then pointed to the door in her room. She pointed again more furiously this time and Dean simply lied back on the bed and shook his head stubbornly, not wanting to leave her side. He was so conflicted—he wanted to be with her but he wanted to give her, her space because he knew he would eventually end up hurting her—why in the world would she even want to be with him? Brooke pinched his shoulder and it made him jump, but he was just as stubborn as she was, and he wasn't about to go anywhere.
"I'm not leaving unless you tell me to." Dean told her and laughed when she made a face and punched his arm. "If you want my absence…you're gonna have to leave…Cookie."
Brooke sent daggers at him with her eyes as he stressed the nickname for her, and she punched his shoulder again and got up furiously, fixing her clothes and leaving her room. He knew it was a jackass move on his part to get her horny and then refuse to service, but Brooke was special…and falling in love with her meant that he'd hurt her more when the hunting continued. Wait a minute, back up slowly…falling in love with her?! Why did that thought even cross his God forsaken mind? Brooke Davis was simply his friend that happened to be carrying his probably incredibly perfect love child…there was no love between them which is why he hadn't given in to service her—he couldn't break her anymore when he didn't have the same feelings to return.
"Love." Dean scoffed. "I don't need it."
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"You sent for me, Azazel?" Came the scared voice of a tall man with black eyes. "I would have come sooner but I didn't want to be track, and—"
"—save me your excuses, Drago. Did you find her?" Azazel asked him, turning to look at him for the first time since he'd entered the bottom of the warehouse.
Drago nodded. "Yes, Azazel. I can have a group of demons over there in a moment's notice—she's vulnerable now, I'm sure of it."
"That won't be necessary—I'd like to see my baby girl on my own, thank you. If I ease her into it and she grows to trust me, then we won't need to take her by force." Azazel said in a cheery voice as he merrily reminisced. "It might pay to see that poor chap's wife again, anyhow. Poor girl had no idea her sap of a husband was possessed when she inadvertently conceived that little girl…oh the pleasures of being a demon."
"Also…Lilith wants to see you." Drago said sheepishly.
Azazel groaned. "I don't wanna see the white-eyed bitch—tell her to come back when I'm not busy."
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Playing on tour really wasn't the same for Haley as it had been before when Sam hadn't called her. Before, she hadn't ever expected Sam to call her, but now she did, and she wondered whole-heartedly why in the world he wasn't at least checking in on her. He was a hunter for crying out loud, and the least he could do was make sure she'd made it to her destination safely—maybe asked if she ran into any demons along the way. What Sam was doing, however, was calling Brooke to see how she was doing…and asking about Haley whenever he could. It had been one week since she'd left, and he couldn't get her off of his mind no matter how hard he tried…but didn't know what he'd say to her if he dialed her up.
"How is she?" Sam asked Brooke softly.
Brooke smiled. "Haley is doing fantastic, and while you're out I need you to pick up milk. Your brother just drank it OUT OF THE CARTON and seeing as how I am still not speaking to him, I could use a clean carton of milk. Please and thank you."
"There's no point, Cookie—I'll just put my mouth on that one too." Dean told her with a wink.
Dean had actually been feeling a little part of him dying during this whole silent treatment from Brooke. He was flirting shamelessly, trying to be obnoxious so she'd at least yell at him, and yet she hadn't broken from her original plan—the woman was nothing if not stubborn. Brooke made a growling noise as Dean grabbed her ass, and swatted his hand away as Sam tried to laugh, but wished he had Haley to talk with—Hell he'd even nag her if he could be in the same room as her for just a moment. Sam was already starting to feel like he was in love and it was scary, but at the same time, Sam felt like it was naturally to have such feelings about Haley.
"Hey…I know you're not talking to him, but could you please let him know that I'm going to go and see Haley? I need to see her and coming from me, he won't understand." Sam said.
Brooke sighed loudly and rolled her eyes. "Fine…but this is all on you, all right? Good luck, Sammy."
Brooke hung up the phone and then smiled because it was now ringing and it was Haley—talking to Dean was just going to have to wait until this phone call with Haley was over and done with. Answering excitedly, Brooke began to tell Haley about everything that had happened to her that day and Dan sighed—for just one second he wanted her to talk to him like she was happy. Eventually he was going to have to admit to himself that she was the only thing that he wanted, and that deep down the butterflies he got from watching her smile and listening to her laugh and even watching the way her nostrils flared when she was mad was love…but not now. Admitting it to himself and admitting it out loud to her would make it hurt him more in the long run when he left.
"It's been so crazy and amazing here, Brooke!" Haley exclaimed over the noise in the background. "Everyone is really nice, and they're all really receptive to my sound and my lyrics!"
"Rocker Girl, that's fabulous!" Brooke told her happily. "Have you shared this enthusiasm with your mopey long-distance boyfriend yet?"
Haley scrunched her nose up a little at the mention of Sam, mainly because she was upset that he hadn't called her yet. She had missed him with everything she had, but she knew this was something she had to do for herself and she was sticking to her decision. The stubborn streak was new for Haley—at least at this magnitude—and in order to feel like she had gotten everything our of life that she could, she had to tour and share her music. Still, it would be nice to know that Sam supported her…that he cared about her…that he'd still talk to her when she got back even if their relationship was no longer romantic.
"Don't, Brooke…please?" Haley pleaded, not wanting to talk about Sam. "I just…I don't want to talk about him."
Brooke nodded and paused, the silence washing over them before Brooke had to push on. "But what about Sam, Hales? What about what he needs, and what he feels, and what he wants? Why can't you make the initiative to smooth over your decision to leave him with him?"
Haley swallowed the lump rising in her throat. "Maybe I can't let him all the way in."
Brooke nodded slowly, her lips trembling as Dean walked back over to her from the table. "I told Dean I loved him last week and we haven't been speaking. Take the chance Hales…don't wait to discuss things with him, all right?"
Dean had stopped in his tracks when the words had come out of her mouth, and Haley told Brooke she had to go and they both hung up their phones, Brooke placing the cell phone on the counter. She didn't want to break down in front of Dean, and she didn't want to admit to him that their lack of a real relationship was tearing her apart…and he didn't want to admit that seeing her there so sad and vulnerable was making him want to cry to. How could he hurt her so much when he knew deep down that he cared about her so much it made him ache? This couldn't be love…Dean Winchester could not be head over heels in love with Brooke Davis…he just couldn't. He could argue with himself about it all he wanted, but something in him made him wrap his arms around her and hold to her, never wanting to let her go.
"Brooke isn't sure she wants this kind of touching from Dean." Brooke said out loud, Dean chuckling a little, his body rumbling against hers. "Brooke hasn't forgiven him yet."
"Shut-up, Cookie." Dean told her.
Brooke pulled out of his arms to protest not only the nickname, but the order that proceeded the nickname, but Dean's lips pressed to hers to silence her. She started to pull away but he whispered, 'I'm so sorry' against her mouth and she practically melted into him. Knowing she always seemed to cave when a man apologized—whether he meant it or not—didn't make caving this time any less easy. Brooke desperately wanted to just stand on her own two feet, but she was pregnant, the man she was in love with was kissing her and seemed genuinely sorry for the emotional torture that he was putting her through, and she couldn't back down…even though she knew she should before she got in any deeper.
"It's dark out and my bed is not the backseat of Metallicar in the middle of nowhere, and if you're not there in the morning, Dean…" Brooke warned as he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Dean nodded and stroked her hair. "Baby, I'm not going anywhere, all right? I promise."
Brooke bit her lip at the softness and sincerity in his voice, and nodded, letting him know that she was consenting. Dean paused for a moment on his way to the stairs to carry her up to her room and stretched up as much as he could, Brooke leaning down to meet him the rest of the way, kissing him softly. She was never going to pressure him into saying the words back and he knew that and he was grateful for it, but part of him was breaking as he laid her down on her bed and hovered over her, her eyes peering into his. It dawned on him that he had to admit it…he had to at least admit it to himself that the beautiful eyes staring back at him made him feel alive. Dean Winchester loved Brooke Davis…but his love would eventually hurt her so was it selfish of him to still want this closeness?
"Oh, Baby…" Dean whispered softly, kissing her collarbone and then making a trail of kisses to her stomach, lifting up her tank top enough to hover his face above her navel—there was life in her stomach that he had helped to create and that remembrance cemented his next action in his mind and he looked up at Brooke, her making eye contact with him and watching as he softly kissed her stomach. "Brooke?"
"Yes?" Brooke managed to get out.