Hey guys I am sooooooooooooooo sorry this took me forever! I figure I'd make up for it by making it a little longer and resolving some issues…

This chapter sets everything in motion…I hope you like it! I also somewhat changed the role of the 13th ghost in the movie and made it fit better with my story…but very very slightly.

Peyton had just finished curling her hair. Everyone was either close to or already done getting ready to go out. She was wearing a pair of black pants and a dark green tank top. Brooke had put on a lacy maroon top with a plain pair of dark blue jeans. Dean, Skills and Lucas were downstairs waiting in the living room while the rest of them were in the kitchen.

"Not surprising that the last two you're waiting for are the girls," Nathan sat in a chair at the dining room table as he looked to Mouth, Sam, and Henry. Haley was standing over him with Jamie resting on her hip.

She shifted positions and laughed. "I'm sure they're just finishing up now."

Brooke and Peyton began walking down the stairs as soon as Haley finished speaking. They really looked good, and they were only going to a bar. Henry's lips curved into a wicked smile that no one, save Sam, seemed to notice. He was always on top of those sorts of things.

Mouth let out a fake yawn and stretched out his arms, "Finally."

Brooke bounced over to him and lightly hit him on the shoulder and smiled, "Now, don't be angry Mouth…you know it takes a little while to look this good." She winked at Henry in her flirtatious way. Well, if Dean was being an ass, then that wasn't going to stop her from having a good time.

"Okay let's get a move on," Peyton yelled so the guys in the living room could hear her. Dean's attention was brought to the entryway when the crew walked out from the kitchen. He noticed Brooke, of course, right away. He also noticed Henry eyeing her up. Dean cringed a bit and began to get a little aggressive. Sam also picked up on this.

Lucas turned to Brooke, "So the five of us will take your car and Henry can go with Dean and Sam?"

The brother's looked to Henry. Sam nodded, "Sure, sounds like a plan."

Brooke clapped her hands together in excitement, "Alright! Now let's go! There's a bar and a pool table calling my name. And I see a few victims that can't wait to get their ass's beat." She smiled victoriously.

Dean looked at her, "You play pool?"

She rolled her eyes, "Does that surprise you?" She watched as he shrugged, clearly a little taken back from her harsh tone.

Sam snickered a little under his breath. He knew his brother too well. First, he knew Dean was putting up a defense, becoming angry and pushing Brooke away when Sam found out his brother was clearly falling for this girl. Now, Dean was jealous because another guy was interested in what he clearly wanted to claim his. And Sam also saw that Dean didn't think Brooke should be upset…and that she was the one being a bitch even though it was clearly Dean's fault in the first place. He wondered how this would all play out in the long run.

Eventually, they said goodbye to Haley, Nathan, and Jamie before going out the door. Henry warned them about the basement, yet again, and they told him not to worry about a thing. He also mentioned a friend of his would be stopping by, and not to get scared if some stranger is seen in the house. Haley and Jamie waved at the cars as they pulled out of the driveway.

A few minutes later, the Chevy Impala and the S.U.V. pulled into the parking lot of the bar- piling out and piling into the place in a matter of seconds. It was a new bar, and smelt of alcohol and cigarettes- which was strange seeing as how it was a non-smoking place. It was crowded with adults that were around their own ages to older, early 20's to maybe mid 50's. It was smoky, due to the effects of a fog machine, and it was loud, thanks to the D.J. The band was performing in a few minutes so they set their things down at a table near the bar. Lucas and Brooke went to buy the first round of drinks while Peyton tried to get herself backstage to talk to the band. Sam and Dean went over to the stage to check it out and Mouth and Skills stood with Henry.

"Eight Buds please," Brooke smiled sweetly at the young, and attractive bartender. Lucas laughed at her and sat himself up on a stool. "What?" She demanded.

"Flirting with Henry, Dean, and now the bartender? You are all over the place Brooke Davis," He reached into his back pocket to grab his wallet.

Brooke stopped his hands, "No I got it Luke." He sighed and put his wallet down. "And so what? I'm on vacation. I'm going to have fun…even if that means trying to forget about a certain Mr. I'm-A-Jackass-Who-Ignores-People-And-Won't-Tell-Them-What's-Wrong."

Brooke acknowledged Lucas's funny look.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Luke rested his elbows on the table and Brooke took a seat next to him.

"There's nothing to talk about," She avoided his gaze.

"You know, I do know you better then that," He kept trying to look in her eyes. "Whatever this guy did to you- you're pretty mad about it."

She turned to face it, "Yeah, well do you blame me? Who does he think he is…everything was just fine until he went all broody- I thought that was your job?"

He laughed, "Well he has to have a good reason for it. Try-"

"Lucas Scott, don't even say 'Try Talking To Him' because I've tried and there is no talking to him." She let out an aggravated sigh. "I just don't get why I'm so upset."

Luke nodded slowly, "Oh I think I know."

She shot him a look and raised a brow.

"You like him. And not in the normal 'friends with benefits' sort of way," Lucas smirked. He had his friend all figured out.

Brooke decided there was no fighting with him, "Yeah well that's another smart move by yours truly. Get involved and actually start to really fall for someone who I'm probably never going to see again in a week. And then he's got to be so…so…goddamn stubborn about God knows what and not even tell me what's wrong. I didn't want drama!"

The bartender set down a tray of beers and Brooke handed him her credit card. She quickly reached for a beer and popped off the top and took a hard swig. She smiled and winked at the bartender when he came back with her card and receipt.

"So I figure I'll drown my relationship issues in booze and a few guys to make me forget about it all," She shrugged.

"You know that's not the answer Brooke." She nodded at Luke.

"I know, I just don't…understand what's going on… I need to take my mind off of it," She watched Lucas grab the tray and stand up. She stood too and followed him back to their table.

"You could try talking to him again or even talking to Sam. I could even see what's up if you want. You know I don't like seeing you like this," Luke saw Brooke help clear their table of coats so he could put the tray down.

"Who wants beer?" Brooke yelled to her friends who were spread throughout the place. Others looked over at her when she called. "Ew, not you."

Lucas rolled his eyes and smiled. "I think you'll be okay. But you've got to settle things before you end them."

Brooke saw Peyton, Sam and, Dean coming toward them, "Kind of like you too, huh?" She sighed and took another swig. "The heart's a confusing place that no one really wants to dive into. So we stay away. It's not that easy to open up and take everything in, Luke. You should understand that."

She walked away from him and over to where Mouth and Henry were on the other side of the room. Lucas watched as she put her arm around Mouth and started to laugh and engage in flirtatious conversation with Henry.

Dean saw it too. He and Sam stopped at the table and each took a bottle.

"Sam, do you think I could actually talk to you for a second?" Peyton tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Yeah sure." She smiled and led him over toward the bar, leaving Dean alone with Lucas.

"She's been through a lot you know," Lucas looked to Dean who continued to stare at Brooke and the others with almost envious eyes. "She's like a sister to me…I wouldn't want to see anything happen to her. She deserves better then whatever you're doing."

Dean shot him a look.

Lucas put his hands up in defense, "I'm not saying anything bad about you- I don't really know what happened. The problem is- she doesn't know what happened either. And she's hurting pretty bad…although she won't admit it." He took his beer and looked at Dean. "Just talk to her."

Dean stayed silent, absorbing the information and replaying that line over in his head, 'She's been through enough' and 'She's been through a lot'. Dean never meant for her to hurt…but he knew she'd wind up hurting anyway. But what Lucas said, Dean realized that at least she deserves to know something. He just wasn't sure of what to say.

"So you needed to talk to me?" Sam asked when he and Peyton were out of earshot from the others.

"I hate to ask you this but," Peyton looked back at Brooke who was talking with Henry, and noticed Dean staring at the two enviously. "I just hate to see my friend hurting, and I know she is, because of something that happened with your brother. Do you know anything about that?"

Sam chuckled softly.

Peyton raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Something funny?"

"It's just typical Dean," Peyton had another questioning look on her face as Sam began to explain. "Well, I sort of told Dean that I noticed he was getting really close to Brooke, which is kind of a first for him…you see, he's all for one night stands and he's only had one serious relationship in his life, I think Brooke scares him. I noticed when he's with her, he's sort of distracted. And when I told him I noticed it, he got defensive. It's like he's trying to avoid Brooke so he won't hurt her or she won't hurt him when we eventually have to leave."

Peyton nodded her head and her eyes softened, as she listened to Sam.

"But I can tell you one thing," Sam turned to look at his brother and Peyton followed his gaze. "He really likes her."

They were watching the scene in front of them. Peyton saw Dean's expression and understood where Sam was coming from. They saw Brooke catch Dean's gaze and her flirtatious smile dropped, only for a second. She turned away from Dean once Henry started talking to her again, and they watched as the two walked towards them to the bar.

"Hey P.Sawyer," Brooke called to her friend and winked at the sight of her and Sam. Peyton rolled her eyes and chuckled.

"Brooke," she called after her. "Can we talk to you for a sec?"

She looked over to Henry and excused her self, "I'll only be a minute."

Sam and Peyton watched Brooke leave Henry at the bar and come over to them.

"What's up?" She put her hands on her hips and looked back and fourth between the two.

"I think we should be asking you that. You talk to Dean yet?" Peyton watched Brooke's expression dramatically change.

"No, and I don't intend to," She folded her arms.

"I think you should," Sam shrugged his shoulders.

Brooke rolled her eyes, "And why's that?"

"Because he's really into to you- and I know the only reason my brother's acting like this is because he's intimidated by you and afraid of getting close to someone," Sam explained.

Brooke looked over to Dean, who was now sitting at a table next to some girl. "Well it's his fault. He can apologize to me. But from the looks of it, it looks like he's not too heartbroken over the whole thing."

She rolled her eyes and walked back over to the bar.

Sam looked over to the table his brother was sitting at and sighed. "I'm going to go talk to him."

Peyton nodded, "Thanks Sam."

Back at the house, Haley, Nathan, and Jamie were engaged in a game of hide-and-seek. Haley sat in the stair well with her eyes covered, counting back from a hundred.

"3…2…1…ready or not, here I come!" She smiled and jumped off of the stairs. She began her search in the upstairs bedrooms, in and out of each one. After no luck, she walked to the kitchen and dining room.

"Man I must be getting really rusty at this or you guys are really good," She mumbled to herself as she finished looking underneath the dining room table. Haley entered the study, looking under desks and chairs. She then spotted something out of the corner of her eye, a closet. "Oh I got you now." She smiled and opened the door. 'Damn' she thought to herself when all she saw was coats.

Abruptly, the coats were thrown out of the way and someone grabbed onto Haley. She let out a piercing scream over the roar of laughter coming from the other person.

"Nathan?" Haley looked up into her husbands face as he let go, holding his sides from laughter. She hit him hard in the shoulder. "You jerk! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"Ouch," Nathan held his arm where Haley had punched him. He quieted down before speaking, "I'm sorry Hales, but the look on your face was priceless." He began to chuckle again.

She rolled her eyes, "Not funny. And where on Earth is Jamie? I can't find him anywhere."

"I think you're just bad at this game," Nathan smirked and Haley shot him a look. "Oh relax, I'll help you find him."

"You told him not to go in the basement right? Henry told us not to go in there," Haley warned.

"Uhh…not exactly," Nathan stuttered.

Haley let out a small laugh. "Way to go responsible Dad." They started moving toward the basement, and Haley started calling her son's name.

"Jamie! Jim Jam!" Haley stopped at the doorway of the basement and looked down. "Honey if you're down there, please come out. Henry told us not to go in the basement!" Haley voice was panicky. Nathan held her shoulders in attempt to comfort her.

"It's just a basement Hales, it's not a big deal," he looked down the stairs.

"Yeah," Haley gulped. "But I hate basements." She inhaled and started to follow Nathan down the stairs. They stopped when they heard a small yell.

Haley jumped, "Did you hear that? It sounded like Jamie! Do you think he's okay!" Nathan began to worry. They heard the voice again.

"Mama!"

Nathan's eyes widened and the two started to run down the stairs. Someone behind them cleared their throat, and they stopped dead in their tracks and turned around.

There was a man standing at the top of the stairs. He was in his 20's, with short brown hair and a slight beard, wearing a pair of black pants and a dark green jacket. His one arm was behind his back and he held a smirk on his face.

"Oh thank God," Haley let out a sigh of relief. Nathan let her collapse onto his chest as he held her and looked up at the guy.

Nathan stepped forward and extended a hand, "You must be Henry's friend, Kale? He said you were coming-"

Nate was cut off when Kale revealed what he was hiding behind his back. He held a wooden bat and continued to grin. Unexpectedly, Kale brought up the bat and hit Nathan across the face with it. Haley screamed and tried to hold up her unconscious husband.

"Nathan, Nathan!" She rocked him back and fourth in attempt to wake him up.

"You should have listened to Henry," Kale strattled his legs on each side of the step as he gripped the bat in his hands. Haley stared up at him, tears falling down her face as she breathed heavily. "The basement is off limits. But since you're so curious, why don't I show you around later?"

He took up his bat and swung once again.

Dean swallowed the last bit of his beer and wiped his lips. He turned to the woman he was sitting next to and grinned. She had lightly tanned skin and brown curly hair.

"So what'd you say you were doing here Kathy?" He asked.

"Long story," She downed another shot. "But the short version,- there's this old house I used to live in. My father inherited it after our deadbeat Uncle 'died'. But anyway, I heard it was recently re-built. And honestly I don't know who would ever want to rebuild a place like that. That's why I came back here- I just wanted to check on it…make sure no one was seriously considering buying it."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Bad experience?"

She snorted, "Ha! You could say that. I'm telling you- it was a hell house. Don't suppose you believe in ghosts?"

He suddenly felt this story sounding familiar…recently re-built house, ghosts, and a girl named Kathy Kriticos. "I'm intrigued. Continue."

"Well," She leaned in closer. "That place housed ghosts. And no one decided to tell us until after we moved in. Let's just say that one night was literally one from Hell. And the sooner that house is gone, the better. People were killed in that house; those were some damned spirits that shouldn't be messed with, that's for sure. Apparently the guy was a ghost collector…he used the demons to open some sort of portal."

Dean nodded and saw Sam coming toward him.

Kathy began to laugh, "You probably think I'm insane, everyone does." She took another shot.

He shook his head, "You're not insane. But listen, thanks for the drink, I've got to go." He stood up and pushed his chair in.

She rolled her eyes and twirled the shot glass in her hand. Kathy watched Dean walk away and called after him, "Sure thing."

"Who was that?" Sam asked when he met up with his brother.

"Kathy Kriticos …the daughter that apparently lived in the Kriticos house the first time. She thinks the house is better off destroyed. Which is probably a good idea." Dean looked back at the girl sitting at the table. She was drunk out of her mind, and Dean couldn't blame her…having to go through all of that and not having anyone to talk to…people just thinking you were crazy.

"Well I'm with you on that. But listen, dude, you've really got to talk to Brooke," Dean narrowed his eyes. "Look, I know how you feel Dean. But not talking is just going to make it worse."

"And what do you want me to say? Hey, sorry I can't be with you…cause I'm dieing in a few months…and I can't exactly have a girlfriend in between hunting demons and road tripping it cross-country. Besides she's having a great time with Henry anyway…why does she need me." Dean started to walk off.

Sam stopped him, "I know how you feel, Dean. But, Brooke's hurting like you are. And if you don't believe me, believe her best friend. Peyton understands that she's flirting with Henry to try and forget about how much of a dick you were to her. But she's not going to get over it…it's just going to make it worse. And I know you don't want that to happen."

Dean ran his fingers through his hair and looked back over to the bar where Brooke was. He looked back to Sam. His brother shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

"I'm having a good time with you Brooke," Henry said as he grazed a finger against her bare arm.

Brooke smiled, although she felt a little uncomfortable. "Me too, thanks for hanging with me."

"No problem," He smiled. He felt a vibration from his pocket. Henry sighed, "Sorry it's Kale. I have to take this." He took the phone out of his pocket and made his way outside so he could actually hear.

Brooke watched him leave and she sighed relieved. She looked to the stage where they announced the band that was about to play. There was a roar of people and applause and she watched as Skills, Mouth, and Peyton made their way to the front of the stage, a typical P. Sawyer action, causing Brooke to smile.

"Seat taken?" Brooke turned around to see an older, flabbier, and very drunken guy standing next to her.

She laughed to herself, "Go for it boozy." She shifted her position away from the guy to avoid him.

"So what're you dr-drinkin pretty girly?" He made a move and grabbed her thigh.

Brooke jumped up out of her seat and slapped his hand, "Whoa, okay look. I'm not a piece of meat. You're clearly in a drunken state right now…and even if you weren't, you're still not my type. So sorry, but I'm not interested." She turned her back and began to walk.

"Come on, we could just have some fun," He grabbed her arm in a tight squeeze, preventing her from walking away.

"Hey, ouch, that hurts-" she warned, struggling to pull away.

The guy leaned in, breathing into her face and she could smell the whisky. "Listen girly, I want you. And I don't think I'm going to take no for an answer."

Someone tapped the guy on his shoulder so he let go of Brooke and turned around.

"She said no, and I think you'd better listen to her." Dean smirked and looked over to Brooke, who was avoiding his gaze.

The drunk spat and laughed, "And what are you going to do about it hot shot?" He stood up, leveling himself with the Dean, and wobbling a little.

Dean laughed, "I won't have to do much." He lunged forward as if going to punch his face in with all his might, but instead he stopped abruptly, causing a fake out. The drunken guy jumped backward and stumbled on a bar stool and came tumbling down.

Brooke smiled and rolled her eyes as the people around her laughed. She watched the guy struggle to get up when a security guard helped him to his feet.

"I think you've had a little too much," the guard said as led the drunk out of the bar.

Dean laughed and turned to Brooke. At the sight of Dean, her smile disappeared and she began to walk away.

"Brooke," He called after her.

She turned around harshly, "What do you want?"

"Ouch, I guess I deserve that." He looked into narrowed eyes.

"Yeah, and you know what I deserve? An explanation." She snapped.

Dean sighed, "Well you're going to get one. Listen, I'm sorry about today. I'm not sorry about the incredible sex, the making out, or the fun we've had the last 24 hours..."

Brooke wanted to smirk, but she held her composure and kept staring at him blankly.

"But what I am sorry for, is hurting you. Because I never meant to. But I'm new to this whole relationship thing- you scare me Brooke Davis… I guess what I'm trying to say is that I like you a lot and I don't know if either of us can handle it when this vacation is finally over." Dean held her hand and stared into her eyes, trying to find a sign of forgiveness or relief. "And if you can put all of this cliché and corny behavior aside to see how genuinely sorry I really am, that'd be great so I can stop feeling like an idiot."

She smiled softly, "Dean, I like you a lot too. And I know we said we wouldn't do that…but at this point I don't really care because of how sexy you look right now and how I just really want to make out with you." Dean smirked and held her in an embrace. "... And we can figure out all the complications later."

That last whisper echoed in his ear for a while, but he forgot about it when he captured her lips in his.

The band continued playing for about 15 minutes before taking a break and going backstage. Peyton left the crowd and went to the table where Sam, Lucas, Mouth, and Skills were now sitting.

"So you guys like the music?" She asked.

"Yeah they were good," Lucas replied and everyone seemed to agree.

Sam looked over to Brooke and Dean who just came over.

"Looks like someone made up," Peyton smiled and whispered a 'thank-you' to Sam.

Dean couldn't think of any smart remark but instead just smiled.

Brooke looked at him and laughed, "Yeah it would seem that way."

"Good, I was getting sick of all this moping," Lucas joked.

"Oh really?" She laughed. "So you're all enjoying yourselves?"

Mouth nodded, "Skills got a few phone numbers and I got a free drink…from some guy named Rudy."

They all began laughing.

There was a sudden obnoxious ringing and Sam reached into his pocket.

"Uh…" Sam read the caller idea and looked to Dean. "It's Bobby. Sorry guys we'll be right back."

Dean followed his brother into a corner of the bar where it was quiet.

"Hello?" Sam answered and put the call on speaker so the two could hear him.

"Henry Rafkin and Kale Oretzia?? Why didn't you call me sooner?" Bobby's voice sounded harsh.

"What? What is it?"

"Boys, you guys have to get those kids out of that house…those two aren't to be trusted. I helped Henry and Kale re-capture those spirits…but all they seemed to want was to open that portal again. I thought nothing of it since there hasn't been any activity…I guess since your father's death it opened the perfect opportunity to retrieve the book from his oblivious son's. Boys…the portal in that house is the eye of Hell."

"Wait…Bobby…can you explain what that all means?" Dean sounded impatient.

"Did you happen to see a giant machine in the center of the house? Moving rings?"

"Yeah Henry told us that's where we were going to be preforming the ritual to exorsize the spirits once and for all." Sam looked at Dean.

"Do not trust him. There are two spells in that book…one to kill the spirits and one to control the spirits to open the portal."

"So he lied to us." Sam stated.

"You bet your sorry ass he lied to you. Probably to trick you into opening the portal. You two need to stop being so gullible and start background checking things."

"Well we called you didn't we?" Dean retorted.

"Not the point. Look, that giant machine was built for the sole purpose of opening a portal to the "Ocularis Infernum", which means Eye of Hell. It's a demonic device that allows its user to see into the future. It requires the twelve ghosts to do so. And the thirteenth ghost triggers the machine."

"Wait, but I was in the basement…I didn't see a thirteenth ghost Bobby," Sam explained.

"The thirteenth ghost is human…until it sacrifices itself to start the machine. It's normally a female sacrifice. Henry and Kale were probably planning on using one of those kids that rented out the house. You boys have to stop them."

Dean looked to Sam and they all had the same thought on their minds. One of their new friends were in danger, and they were the poor saps who were being played.

"We're on it Bobby."

"And boys? Don't forget…be careful…if those 12 ghosts get released…they'll want revenge and they're bitches to kill.You'll need the book."

"Alright Bobby, thanks. We'll call you later." Sam hung up the phone.

"Shit," Dean said when he realized Henry had taken the book the moment they met him.

"Looks like we've got a hunt after all," Sam looked over to the Tree Hill group. "We have to go warn them…somehow. We can get back to the house, as if we know nothing, get the book, tie Henry and his friend up, and say the spell ourselves. It won't be that hard…just as long as we stay on our toes."

"Easier said then done," Dean grunted as they began to walk back to the group.

Brooke's laughter ceased as she felt her cell ring in her pocket, "Hello?" She answered.

There was static and groaning on the other line.

"Hello?" She repeated and looked at her caller i.d "Haley? Hales…you there? Hello?"

Lucas looked at Brooke, "Is everything alright?"

"Can't tell," She mumbled.

Then, she heard a voice from the other end of the phone.

"Mmm…Brooke? Ahh…" Haley sounded hurt, from what Brooke could tell.

"Haley…are you alright?" She covered her other ear with her hand so she could hear better.

"No…Brooke…help," Brooke heard that clearly. And then she heard a whining scream before the line went dead.

Brooke's eyes widened and she closed her phone.

"Brooke, is everything okay?" Peyton asked and put a hand on her shoulder. Mouth and Skills exchanged worried glances.

Brooke looked around and saw Henry coming back from his long telephone conversation and then she saw Dean and Sam come back as well.

They four of them spoke simultaneously, "I think we should go now."

Mouth let out a fake yawn and stretched out his arms, "Finally."

……..I thought that was appropriate considering my lack of updates in a while )…again I apologize!

Okay, so there it is!

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