AUTHOR'S NOTE:

So, I have a huge burst of inspiration so there may be a second chapter tonight or early tomorrow morning! Sorry this is short!

Here's a complete (so far) list of stories to except soon:

Rachel/Sam: Set in between when Dean goes to Hell. Sam, grief-stricken, tries to see if he can live a normal life again and goes to New York to study and meets the promiscuous, beautiful Rachel Gatina. Eager to fit in and wash away the hunting life, he agrees to let her show him around and finds himself falling for the redheaded beauty.

Brooke/Dean/Samantha/Jamie: One-shot. Easter morning. Dean/Brooke try to surprise the kids with something fun.

Brooke/Dean/Samantha/OC-kids: Dean is upset when Samantha has her first date. Three-shot.

Brooke/Dean/OC kid: Dean and Brooke were together in high school and Brooke got pregnant. After Riley was born, Brooke didn't know if she was fit to be a mom and it seemed every time she touched Riley, the baby would have a fit and reach for Dean. So, Brooke got scared and left, coming back eight years into her daughter's and Dean's life.

Chuck/Peyton: I lovelovelove Brooke/Chuck but... these two have recently caught my eye and I've developed a crush! Unknown plot. S1 for OTH.

Okay, onto the story! Enjoy!

"Leftover pie, really?" Brooke asked as she looked up from where her head was, shoved into the pillow. Her eyebrow was kinked as she got up reluctantly and groaned as the sunlight hit her eyes, sliding into the seat next to Dean.

Dean grinned around a mouthful of pie. "Hell yeah!" he exclaimed, a chunk of pie falling from his mouth.

The brunette laughed softly and tiredly, taking a piece from him before he could swat her hand away. After swallowing the bite, she looked at Sam who had came back a little earlier in the morning; when he thought (hoped) they'd be asleep. Luckily enough for him, they were. "Soo, since you've forbidden me from hunting... what can I do while you losers go out and hunt those evil bitches?"

Sam chuckled. "Well, Davis, you can... clean?"

Brooke scrunched up her nose and give him an are-you-fucking-kidding-me look. "Cleaning? Uhm. No thanks."

Dean smacked lightly at Brooke's hand as she reached for another slice but let her take it anyway. He smiled as she winked at him before speaking. "You could always research for us."

"But that's boring!" Brooke whined and rolled her eyes. "I could always come along and distract any horny security guard by playing that damsel-in-distress role and flashing my breasts."

"I don't like that idea," Dean announced stubbornly, shaking his head. "No."

She pouted. "Why not? You guys won't let me do anything fun!"

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? I'm pretty damn sure I did las-"

Sam cut him off quickly. "I don't want to hear about your sex, thanks."

"Don't scar the child, Dean," Brooke giggled with a playful wink at Sam, patting Dean's cheek as he chewed his pie. Standing up, she gave Dean a kiss on the cheek before heading to the bathroom. "Well, I'm going to take a shower and do some boring research when I get out. Ta ta!"

Brooke sat on the bed she and Dean shared as she researched some Latin and cultural mythology books. She popped a cherry in her mouth as she highlighted a sentence in the Latin book. The motel room was quiet except the settled sound of her breathing and the birds chirping outside. She was still a little pissed she didn't get to go hunting; but she did see Dean's reasoning.

Getting up from the mattress, the brunette ran a hand through her hair as she walked around the spacious room. Her shoulder was still a little sore and her head pounded with the sickening memories of Hell, but she ignored them as best as she could. She was back, John was back, Dean was happy, Sam was happy. And if they were, then so was she. That's all that mattered to her.

Though, she still couldn't get the wonders of how she got back off her mind. She should've been stuck in Hell for the rest of her life - or at least a much, much longer tiume than she had been. Her ass had obviously been dragged out of Hell - but why? And who?

"Brookie Cookie! Good to see you made it out."

The brunette whipped around quickly as she heared the familiar, haunting voice. Her eyes were wide but they were firece; cold like ice. She stood her guard as she stared at Azazel. He was leaning against the wall opposite of her; a smug smirk on his face and his yellow eyes gleaming. Brooke took a threatening step towards him as she snatched her gun up. "What the hell are you do here?"

Azazel held his hands in fake surrender. "Whoa. No need to be feisty right now, sugar. Just checking up on you."

Brooke was annoyed by his coy and foolish behavior. "Why?"

Azazel just smiled and looked around the motel room. "Ooh, looks pretty cozy. Anyway, no big reason, pretty lady. Just wanted to see if my plan worked. Clearly, it did."

She glared at him. "What plan, you bastard?"

"Harsh words. Most people speak to me with more respect," Azazel said as he walked towards the door. "But then again, you are different, Brooke Davis."

With that, he was gone and Brooke stood there confused.

She was different..?

What was his plan?