Disclaimer: I think it goes without saying but I do not own Supernatural, OTH, or the songs mentioned in the story.

Timeline: OTH after season 4, and SPN somewhere in the middle of the season 2.

A/N: I don't usually write crossovers, but this has been bugging me for a couple of days now, and I just had to write it down. Feel free to tell me if it sucks :D Enjoy!

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She's sitting at the counter in some unknown bar, playing with the half empty glass in her hand, her eyes focused on some unknown spot on the counter. It's a familiar setting, one she hoped she outgrew by now, yet here she was. Yes, she was done with High school, with commitment, with terrible boyfriends and even worse break ups. She was free to go, drive away as far as she could and this is where she ended up. Some dump in a town whose name she couldn't even pretend to know.

This wasn't where she was supposed to be, she knew that. She was supposed to be in California, spending the summer with her parents, partying, enjoying these next few months of freedom before starting her freshman year at the NYU. And yes, she had every intention of doing just that, but then she turned on the radio and that damn song came on… his song.

That damn AC/DC song that used to drive her crazy. Much like it did today but when she reached for the radio to change the station, her fingers reached the volume button instead letting the familiar rock riffs fill her little Beetle. And she smiled, remembering all the times they drove around in his car, 67' Chevy Impala, his baby, as he always called it, with this same song as their soundtrack.

Of course, she always complained when it came on, while he'd just put on his infamous smirk and turn the volume up a bit more, pretending he couldn't really hear her. That usually ended with her smacking him on the shoulder playfully and then sinking into her seat pouting until he'd finally cave and change it to something they both enjoyed.

Which was kind of a short list, that pretty much consisted of only one thing, his old greatest hits Led Zeppelin tape that was completely worn out from all the playing. And that tape was the only thing she had from him. That and the knowledge of the entire AC/DC's Highway to hell lyrics even though she absolutely hated the damn song.

Brooke pushed the tape that was already placed into her cassette player (again, the only reason she had a cassette tape player in her blue Beetle was him) and the soft tunes of Zeppelin's Ten years gone filled the car sending her to yet another trip down the memory lane. Somehow that band always defined their relationship better than she ever could.

Changes fill my time, baby, that's alright with me /In the midst I think of you, and how it used to be

Did you ever really need somebody, and really need 'em bad

Did you ever really want somebody, the best love you ever had

Do you ever remember me, baby…

Oh, she did remember. Even if on some nights she really wished she didn't..

It was the summer before her senior year and she was staying with her parents in the sunny California, sad and depressed about being away in some unknown city, miles away from her friends in a place that was home only on paper. And that's when he came into her life. It was just another warm summer night with nothing better to do then crash some bar and order something cold, the more alcohol the better. So, she did just that, expecting nothing but a nice cool drink and a time away from her parents and their never-ending fights. But she ended up with a lot more.

She should've known from the moment he walked in with that cocky attitude, those green eyes that seemed to have the power to see right into her very soul, and that worn out leather jacket there would be nothing but trouble there.

But thought nothing of it then, just another one-night stand, another pretty boy to have fun with. And here she was, months later, sitting in some bar, staring at that door and hoping he'd walk in and sweep her off her feet just like he did back then.

Because it wasn't just a one-night stand, it was four weeks. Four weeks that seemed like a lifetime to her. And it wasn't just another pretty boy, it was the boy. It was everything she ever wanted but couldn't have. Everything she ever looked for, but couldn't keep now that she'd finally found it. He just couldn't stay.

Neither of them could.

He had a job to do, a brother to take care of, and she had a school and friends to go back to. That last night, sitting in his car, the smell of the leather and the familiar aftershave as he pulled away from her hug and the somber smile on his lips threatened to break her. But she put on a brave face, that he unraveled with his fingers, slowly tracing the outline of her jaw, like he wanted to commit her every feature to memory, until he felt the wetness under his fingers. They didn't say anything - no words could change the situation they were in, but he kissed away every tear that fell that night.

All she could do was let him hold her and focus on the breathing, purposely ignoring that pain that was threatening to crush her chest as the words of a Led Zeppelin song played in her head over and over again, like a broken record… Babe, baby, baby, I'm gonna leave you…

From that day on, she was done with it, with the bars, with drinking, with one-night stands, with everything. People changed, and she was no exception to that. To her, it seemed she changed more in this last year and a half then she did in the past eighteen years of her life.

She wasn't that girl anymore, but there were some things that never changed. And the power he had over her was one of those, even if he wasn't here anymore. Even now, all these months later, she couldn't stop wondering what he was doing, worrying if he was alright.

It's been almost two months since he last called and she has left him a dozen different messages and still nothing. She was thisclose to calling Sam. They made it a habit to check in with each other every once in a while, and they've never gone without speaking for more than a week.

She would give anything to hear his voice right now, even if it was a simple phone call. Lately she could hardly recall how it sounded when he whispered in her ear in that low raspy voice, making her smile on those early mornings in bed, or when he hummed some classic rock song as he drove his car, voice low and rumbly, the sound of it and the tapping of his fingers on the wheal to the rhythm making her sleepy.

She wasn't even aware that she was doing the exact same thing, until Peyton asked her about it on their drive back from Tric last month. When she said she was just singing along with the song on the radio (Since I've Been Loving You by Led Zeppelin) Peyton looked at her like she just announced that she was abducted by aliens. But she let it slide after Brooke joked how it's all her fault, that she's listening to that 'boring rock stuff'.

She smiled remembering the look on Peyton's face and then took out a couple of bills from her jean pocket and paid the bartender for her rum and coke, deciding there was no point in staying at this dump any longer. Her parents were expecting her to be home tonight and she was beyond late already.

Just as she stood up from the bar to go, piercing notes of AC/DC's Highway to hell made her stop dead in her tracks. Turning around, Brooke tried to figure out where the hell it was playing only to come to a conclusion it was actually her own cell phone producing the noise. Finally, she pulled it out thinking how she really should be sitting down for this. There was only one person that had that particular ringtone. Still, she refused to believe it even when she read his name flashing on the display of her phone.

The world spun around her and she was afraid she'd pass out when she heard his voice saying her name as she flipped the phone open to answer. She tried to say something; anything but all she managed was his name, in a shaky and barely audible voice.

But when the entrance door opened and a guy wearing that same leather jacket walked in, she was positive passing out was a sure way to go. He looked tired, older somehow but still he managed a smile finding her easily in the crowd, eyes locking with hers. To an outsider he looked like nothing more than a boyfriend meeting his girl for a drink and so she waved back, pretending even if it was just for the night, that it was so. That this was something they did every night, like all normal couples do. That he'd be here again to meet her tomorrow.

With a smile on her face she watched him come closer, feeling her eyes fill with tears, until he stood only a foot away, taking her hand in his and closing her cell phone in one smooth move.

"Hey," he said in that low voice and she felt the dam break, her heart beating fast as she let out a breath of relief, smiling through the tears. There were so many questions she wanted to ask, so many things she wanted to tell him but right now all she wanted was to wrap her arms around him, lean her head against his chest and take in the familiar smell of leather as she felt his hands wrap around her back protectively.

Brooke Davis was known for many things, and being speechless was definitely not one of them. But then again listening to AC/DC or Led Zeppelin wasn't like her either… but it was home.

I'm never gonna leave you.

I never gonna leave

Holdin' on, ten years gone

Ten years gone, holdin' on, ten years gone…