AUTHOR'S NOTE:

So there's some fluff and a bit more character interactions, and it's kind of short, but the next couple of chapters will be longer, I promise.

WARNINGS: Language, Violence, Sex, Dirty Thoughts, Innuendo, Dark Themes

ENJOY!

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Brooke was honestly starting to think that she was falling apart that night. The whole day she'd been a little more emotional than normal and the fact that she was craving fruit still was starting to make her worry if maybe something was up with her that she hadn't considered yet. She didn't bring any of it up with Dean because she was trying to stand on her own two feet since she'd have to soon, understanding that after dinner she was going to say the spell to call Asmodeus to them.

She had been feeling Ananiel watching over her and that was pleasant—knowing that he was always watching over her—so mostly she'd been calm…but something was wrong. Ananiel was trying to work on the war in Heaven and finding the angel that was behind the betrayal, and Brooke knew that even if she asked him flat out what was wrong with her, he might not know. At first Brooke thought maybe she was pregnant, but she couldn't conceive…that couldn't be it and it would be too painful to dwell on that and then be disappointed so she decided that wasn't even a possibility.

"Blouse? Sweater? Dress?" Brooke asked Dean when he walked into her room and laughed a little bit when Brooke stood there in her underwear.

He was dressed in jeans and a nice button-up shirt over his t-shirt, Brooke glancing at him and nodding slowly. So it was a pretty casual night, but at the same time she had curled her hair because she was meeting his father—she had to look her best even if Dean was in jeans. At the same time she couldn't look too dressed up with Dean looking so casual…there had to be a middle ground.

"Skirt and the blouse," Dean told her as she put in her earrings. "That way you look like you tried, you're semi-casual, and I can trace shapes on your thigh with my fingers."

Brooke gave him a look. "You are a terrible person."

"Ouch, that stings," Dean teased as he laughed, knowing that she was just joking with him. "I suppose you'd throw a shoe at me if I asked you to go Commando?"

"I'd think about it," Brooke replied laughing, going for the blouse and pulling it on. "I'm going with slacks because if this night ends with fighting demons, I need to be prepared. Flats are a good choice too, I think."

Dean sighed loudly. "Fine, wear the slacks—way to ruin fun with sensibility."

"I'll make it up to you with lots of sex tonight after Asmodeus is dead for good, promise." Brooke told him with a grin as she pulled the slacks on over her legs, Dean crossing the room to her. "Should I take your father a present? Like cigars, or a hat, or something home cooked? Or—"

Even though on the one hand Brooke was sick and tired of being cut off by people that day, she welcomed Dean's lips pressed to hers. She slipped her fingers up into his hair as he deepened the kiss a little bit, his hands resting on her hips. Brooke pulled back a little and wrapped her arms around Dean's neck, kissing him tenderly and then taking a deep breath to speak, Dean having interrupted her.

"That wasn't an answer—I can't kiss your dad, it would be weird." Brooke said, laughing when Dean rolled his eyes and kissed her again. "Dean…seriously…"

Dean sighed and kissed Brooke swiftly. "Dad is going to like you, so just be yourself all right? You don't have to give him or Mom anything. Mom just really wanted you to come."

"I was hoping I'd get to be around them without having to deal with demons and such." Brooke admitted nodding. "So…shall we head out?"

"Yeah, I guess we have to." Dean said softly. "Meet back here in an hour?"

Brooke rolled her eyes and then pushed on him, both of them heading out the door after Brooke applied some lip-gloss. They drove over in the Impala and Dean opened up the door for Brooke like a gentleman, both of them heading into the house, Brooke handed Mary and John each a gift and they all shook hands, John setting in to telling Brooke some stories. Dean smiled a little and told his father not to ambush her, but Brooke really liked hearing the stories about Sam and Dean as children, and Mary telling stories too.

"He honestly wouldn't go anywhere without it." Mary said pointing at the amulet that Dean wore around his neck.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Come on, Mom…"

"I think it's cute!" Brooke responded, patting his knee. "I mean I was a little caught off guard to hear that my father gave Sam the idea, but…it's really cute. I don't have siblings and I love that Dean cares about Sam enough to cherish him like that."

"You're making it sound mushy." Dean told her, giving her a look.

John smiled and him and shrugged. "You ever think about kids, Brooke?"

Brooke honestly hadn't been thinking about that—she hadn't been thinking that maybe John and Mary would wonder about that. The look that Dean was giving his father was making Brooke a little nervous and she spoke up before Dean did, not really thinking about what she was going to say first. All that she could do was answer the question honestly whether it hurt or not.

"Once, yeah," Brooke admitted with a nod. "Unfortunately that attack in my store rendered me unable to conceive so when I do have kids someday I'm looking into adoption. I was part of a program recently where I fostered a baby and paid for her heart operation and it made me realize that someday I really want to be a mother."

Mary smiled at her. "I think that's really great, Brooke—from what I've seen you'd make a fantastic mother."

"Thanks, Mary," Brooke told her honestly.

Dean tried to change the subject then and everyone went into the dining room, chatting a bit during dinner, Dean's hand on Brooke's knee the whole meal. John could tell, and Brooke liked that Dean was rubbing his leg up against her, and even happier that John seemed to like her so much. Mary was proud of her accomplishments, and when Bobby showed up for the spell, Brooke wasn't even upset.

"Hey, Daddy," Brooke greeted him, hugging him and kissing his cheek. "So…are we even all ready for this?"

Bobby shrugged softly. "I don't think any of us will actually ever be ready for this. What's the plan?"

"We use my blood to summon him here, Dean ambushing him. We just need to have five people to chant the spell." Brooke explained to him.

"You know Latin now?" Bobby teased, Brooke nudging him gently in the ribs. "All right, all right—do you have to cut into your hand again?"

Brooke nodded slowly. "That's the only way, Dad."

Bobby nodded slowly and then took the spell book from Mary, looking the spell over as Dean ran his fingers through Brooke's hair, running the plan over in his head. John kissed Mary and then went to make sure that the Devil's Trap was intact, Brooke smiling at the two of them. From what she had heard their marriage had been rocky in the beginning, but once Dean graduated High School things got better. The family grew pretty close together in the face of hunting and that gave Brooke a little hope.

"You ready, Brooke?" Bobby asked her as the five of them got ready to recite the spell, Brooke holding the knife.

She nodded slowly. "Yeah…as ready as ever."

Note: The next chapter is pretty angsty, and so is the one after it so, be prepared. Feedback is always appreciated!