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"Jimmy what are you doing?"

"Abby…" Brooke spoke in fear for the girl.

"Abby you have to get out of here." The girl laughed and her eyes turned black.

"Lilith sent me to help." Jimmy and Abby started arguing.

"Oh my God kill me now." Brooke said as she rolled her eyes. "Being a teenager sucks."

"Abby this is my job. Go make sure no one else is in the school." The girl sighed and walked away. Brooke was already sitting and was concentrating on doing something she had only done once.

"Pick up the gun. Pick up the gun. Put it to your temple." Jimmy picked up the gun.

"What are you doing to me?"

"Put it to your temple and pull the trigger. Put it to your temple and pull the trigger." Jimmy pulled the trigger and collapsed. Brooke weakened by the shot and using her powers, she collapsed.

Dean was searching the corridors when he heard the shots. He followed the sound until he came to a trail of blood. His stomach churned not from the blood, but the person he knew it came from. When he saw her he ran to her. He saw that the blood had soaked her jeans. He carried her into the library. Brooke's eyes flickered open.

"Hey."

"Hey Skipper." Brooke laughed.

"I missed that name. You should have seen I kicked some major ass back there. But I didn't get her." Dean paused from cleaning her thigh.

"What girl? Lilith?" Brooke shook her head.

"No…no. Abby. He sent he away. Big mistake." Dean heard footsteps walking inside the library.

"Is anyone here?" the girl said. Dean stood up. Brooke recognized the voice.

"Angel?" The girl ran over.

"Oh my gosh, Brooke what happened?"

"Nothing. Just a scratch." Angel looked at Dean.

"Well who is this?"

"Dean. Angel. Angel, Dean."

"Hey Dean. I like that name." Brooke raised her eyebrow.

"Yeah, I don't this is the time to be doing this." Angel looked at her innocent.

"Doing what?" Brooke shook her head. She was too tired to argue. Brooke started to close her eyes.

"Brooke, don't close your eyes." Brooke's eyes opened. "You need to focus of healing."

"Yeah, Brooke don't want to end up like Lucas." Brooke turned to her in shock as Angel stood up.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, dying sucks. Trust me. I've been dead for a while." Dean stood between Brooke and Angel. Brooke tried to stand up. She pulled herself against the bookshelves. Dean took out his knife.

"Angel this isn't funny anymore." Angel's eyes turned black.

"Okay that is not I repeat not Angel!" Angel claps.

"Thanks for stating the obvious. You know I actually started to like Lucas, then you came along and screw it up." Brooke took the knife from Dean. "I can see why you were going to break up with him though." She looks at Dean. Brooke snaps her fingers in front of Angel's face.

"Hey, look at me not at him."

"I was surprised that you slept with him before dumping Lucas though."

"Okay that's it. You talk way too much. And you were a crap cheer captain."

"Take that back." Angel lunges at Brooke and Brooke thrusts the knife into her abdomen and twists it. Brooke pulls away.

"Okay, Brooke what are we going to do we can't just leave her here. They will wonder why she was stabbed and not shot." Brooke sighed.

"I have to do everything." She focused on Angel and slowly her body began to disintegrate. Brooke collapsed on the floor. "Being a teenager sucks." Dean laughed as he picked her up.

"Time to get you to the hospital." Brooke was wide-awake when she heard hospital.

"No, put me down. I'm fine. I don't need to go to the hospital." As they walked outside EMTs rushed and took Brooke from him. Peyton ran beside her. "Hey, P. Sawyer." Peyton stroked her hair.

"Hey B. Davis." Brooke laughed.

"I put up a hell of fight." They loaded her into the ambulance. "Peyton and Dean have to come." Peyton climbs in. "She's my sister." The EMT puts pressure on the wound. "Son of a-"

"Brooke, Sam and I will meet you there." The door shut.

"P. Sawyer, it sucks to me. You have no idea." Peyton laughs through the tears. "There's no need to cry. I'm still here and I'm not going anywhere."

"I know. I won't like you go anywhere."

"I don't want to go to the hospital, Peyton."

"I know, but I swear I will be with you all the way." Brooke looked around.

"What if they find something?" Peyton looked startled.

"I didn't think about that." Brooke sighed.

"Neither did Dean, I guess." As they rolled her into the hospital, Peyton saw Dean and Sam.

"Ms. Sawyer. We've got it from here." Brooke shook her head.

"Peyton…"

"I'll be here when you get back." Brooke scoffed.

"If I get back." Peyton kissed her forehead and walked over to the guys. "If I die, Peyton I want you to have all my clothes!" Peyton laughed, but Dean was not amused.

"She's not funny."

"She's just trying to have fun. Brooke doesn't like hospitals at all."

"No one likes hospital." Peyton shook her head.

"No her mom went into the hospital before they moved and Brooke was there when she died. She doesn't like to talk about it."

"She didn't tell me."

"I did say she doesn't like to talk about it." The doctor came out. "Is Brooke okay?"

"Well we removed the bullet. But she doesn't want stay here. That girl can swear like a sailor." They all laughed.

"Can we see her here?"

"Yeah, but one at a time." Peyton nudged Dean.

"She probably wants to see you first." Dean grinned. She walked down the hall and when he heard Brooke yelling he walked in.

"Well, I heard someone is feeling better." Brooke stopped.

"Yeah right. They won't let me leave." Dean sat next to her. "Thank you."

"Thank you for what? You did most of it."

"I did, didn't I? But thanks for being there. You didn't need to come into the school, but you did."

"It was fun, Tiger."

"Tiger, I like that a lot more than Skipper."

"Good. Look I know you might not be ready, but I'll wait." Sam and Peyton walked in.

"Hey, no chick-flick moments." They both laughed.

"Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart."

"Hey P. Sawyer."

"Hey B. Davis." Dean and Sam stood up and left. Peyton sat and cried.

"P. Sawyer, what's with all the tears? I'm alive."

"I know, I know. But you almost weren't. I shouldn't have let you leave all by yourself."

"I'm a big girl." Brooke patted the bed beside her and Peyton laid down with her.

"I love you, B. Davis."

"I love you, too, P. Sawyer."

Brooke was stuck at the hospital for 2 days and the rest of the school year was cancelled, but with only 4 more weeks left it was like nothing. As she walked inside on her crutches and sat down on the couch. Dean and Sam had brought all of her stuff from the hotel back to the house.

"So what are we doing this week?" Peyton asked excited.

"Well, Rachel invited all of us to her cabin." Dean and Sam walked in.

"Where are you guys going?" Dean asked as he sat down next to Brooke.

"We're going to Rachel's cabin. We all are. She invited you and Sam, too."

"Uh…sounds like fun."

"Oh it will be Rachel's parties are the best." Peyton stood up.

"I just remembered I have a thing." Brooke raised her eyebrow.

"What thing?"

"Yeah, what thing, Peyton?" Sam said oh catching on. Peyton scratched her head.

"Umm…that thing. You know that thing that you promised you'd help me with." She grabbed Sam's arm and they ran upstairs. Brooke laughed.

"Wow, could she be anymore obvious?" Dean laughed

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­Peyton hit herself on the head. "Could I have been anymore obvious?" Sam laughed.

"I don't think so." Sam laughed again, but stopped when Peyton glared at him.

"Sorry." Peyton let got of his hand as they walked inside of her room. Peyton sat on the bed.

"You should be. I mean Brooke and Dean are obvious in love with each other and you are not even doing anything to help." Sam sat down next to her.

"Baby, it's between them."

"Not anymore." Sam pulled Peyton to him and started kissing her.

"You-kiss- know-kiss- this-kiss- doesn't-kiss- change-kiss- anything-kiss-

I'm-kiss- still-kiss- mad-kiss- at-kiss- you."

"Whatever you say." Sam said smiling.

­­­­­­­­­­­­­"Not even if she tried."

"You know what I realized?"

"What?"

"Well you know everything about me and I know nothing about you?" Dean shifted uncomfortably. "The Great Dean Winchester is nervous?"

"Well, you make me nervous."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Good. Well what do you want to know?"

"Do you get along with your parents?"

"Well, yeah, it was just my dad and me for a while so we got along."

"That's nice. Yeah, my dad and I got along before-" Dean wanted her to go on. "Anyway. Back to you."

"But then he went AWOL. That's when I hooked up with Sammy."

"What about your mom?"

"Oh our mom died when we were little."

"Oh I am so sorry. I am such an idiot."

"No, it's okay. She actually died the same way Lucas did." Brooke looked surprised.

"You must think I am the biggest bitch on the planet. I was so mean to you through everything when you were just trying to help."

"I don't think you are a bitch. I would be pissed, too. We all have past demons that we have to live with." Brooke took his hand.

"Thanks for helping me with everything." Dean leaned closer to her.

"No…problem." They kissed. Brooke felt more alive with Dean, then she had felt in the last 5 years. She couldn't explain what she was feeling, but she knew it was wonderful.

As for Dean, he was so scared of letting her in anymore. He was always so guarded he had to be to protect Sam, but with Brooke he could just be himself. Brooke hissed in pain as she tried to move her leg. Dean drew away from her.

"Sorry." Brooke smiled.

"No, I liked it." Dean pushed a loose piece of hair behind her ear.

"So camping?"

"Yeah, about that Haley's going to be there so…"

"So what?"

"She's Lucas's best friend and she's really worried." Dean put some distance between which didn't go unnoticed by Brooke who straightened up.

"Aww…I see. So we should stay away from each other?" Brooke nodded.

"You know just so they don't get the wrong idea." Dean slide closer.

"Who said it would be the wrong idea?" Brooke laughed nervously.

"You are full of surprises, Dean Winchester." Brooke stood up. Dean handed her, her crutches. "We should check on the lovebirds." They walked upstairs. Brooke looked at the doorknob. "No scrunchie."

"What does scrunches have to do with anything?"

"Just this thing we came up with? No scrunches come in. one scrunchie on the door stay downstairs. Two scrunchies you should leave the house." Brooke winked and Dean laughed.

"I should remember that." Brooke walked into the room.

"Crap." Peyton put her shirt back on. Brooke shut the door quickly. "Brooke!"

"What the hell happened with the scrunchie rule?" Brooke yelled as the door swung open.

"You took the scrunchies and I couldn't find it. I thought you would knock."

"Well that's your own damn fault. Since when have I ever knocked?" Dean laughed.

"Hey Sammy." Sam waved embarrassed.

"Hey Dean. We were just making up." Dean looked at Brooke.

"We fight all the time. Why don't we ever make up like that?" Brooke rolled her eyes.

"In your dreams." Brooke said. Peyton coughed.

"So what did you want?"

"I forgot. Because the sight of you and Sam has blinded me. First thing tomorrow we go buy 100 scrunchies. I am not going through this again." Peyton sighed. "I guess I can't sleep with you tonight."

"Umm..." She looked back at Sam. "Not tonight. Just stay with Dean." Dean and Brooke looked at each other.

"If you don't mind?"

"Of course not." Brooke opened the door to Dean's room. He turned to Peyton. "Thank you, Peyton."

"Don't hurt her Dean." Dean sighed.

"I won't. Winchester's honor." They each went back into their room. Brooke was on Sam's bed.

"So this is your room. Hmm."
"Hmm…what?"

"Well I thought there would be naked pictures on the wall. You know hot girls." Dean laughed.

"Are you volunteering to be the first?" Brooke laughed.

"I don't think so." She laid back on the bed. "So what are you going to do after this?" Dean looked confused.

"After this?"

"Yeah after we are done with Lilith after you are done with Tree Hill?" Dean shrugged.

"I don't know. I guess pack up and leave."

"But what if Sam wants to stay with Peyton? Would you stay, too?"

"I've never thought about it. I mean what do you want to do after this?"

"I am going to start my own fashion line." Dean laughed.

"Now that I can see. I could never settle down."

"But if you found the right person could you?"

"I don't know."

"Well we'd better get ready for bed." She looked around. "Crap."

"What?"

"My bags in Peyton's room." Brooke started to stand.

"I'll get it."

"Thanks." Dean knocked on Peyton's door.

"We're busy!"

"I know! But we need Brooke's bag." Peyton opened the door and threw it at him. "Gee thanks." Peyton closed the door again.

"She seemed pissed." Brooke said laughing. "Thanks."

"What are friends for?"

"Friends. I like that."

"Me too." Brooke got up and went to the bathroom to change.

She put her leather outfit under juicy sweats, but of course left the wig in the bag. She went back into the room and went to bed after setting her cell phone alarm for 2:30 AM. Brooke fell asleep after putting her phone on vibrate. She woke up with her alarm and quietly took off her pajamas and put back on her wig. She made her bed to look like someone was there out of pillows. Brooke took a big purse filled with spare clothes and everything she need. Her Colt, knife, sage, a lighter and aerosol can (to make a blow torch). She opened the door and almost tripped over Peyton.

This was a fun chapter. But oh no do they know it's her. Review and tell me what you think.