A oneshot I love of Brooke and Dean.

I stared out at the blurring scenery then turned to gaze at the two brothers in the front of the car. Sam was flicking through the Journal noting down something on a spare piece of paper, probably something to do with the ghost we were about to hunt in Charlotte. I shook my head at the thought of Jake which then led to the thought of Tree Hill.

If you had told me, or anyone who knew me, that at 18, straight out of high school, I would be driving around the country hunting ghosts, exorcising demons and the many other supernatural creatures that attack America, they would have laughed and asked the nearest person to direct them to a loony bin. But yet here I was sitting in the backseat of a 1967 Chevrolet Impala, unconsciously yet very annoyingly tapping my foot to the beat of AC/DC, looking at the two brothers I had become attached to, in one way and another.

Sam was very much her big brother, caring, protective but strong. He had helped me through the more gruelling of my training and hunts, when even now after nearly a year I would find sickening and draining. We had a strong bond that I think will be tested but remain strong.

My eyes darted to the older brother. With one arm holding onto the roof of the car out of the slightly open window, the other hand on the wheel carelessly, his eyes sometimes darting to the mirrors to check the empty highway for other cars and the police, my boyfriend looked the ultimate of cool, suave and sexy. I smiled at those words. My boyfriend. Yet another two words I would've laughed at if you said to me when I was in sophomore year. That had changed with Lucas Scott and remained solid with Dean Winchester. His eyes met mine in the mirror and he smiled at me.

I leaned forward and kissed his cheek, inhaling his individual scent. A mixture of his cologne, sweat, leather and a slight tang of diner food. And it drove me mad. In fact everything drove me mad with Dean, for good or for bad. Sometimes when he would avoid his emotions I felt like hitting him and other times I would be driven mad with lust when he would skim his hands over my body and drive me crazy with feather light kisses. But the times he would drive me mad is when I realised how much I truly loved him. When he would hold me in bed, one arm slung across my waist protectively at night or when he would get Sam to drive his precious car so he could make sure I was alright after I had got hurt during a hunt or when we would curl up on a beaten up couch watching a crappy horror movie that just couldn't get it right and he would softly kiss my head and whisper how much he loved me.

I had changed Dean for the better, hopefully, when we met on a hunt at my old school.

I paused walking down the halls of the school. I glanced down the corridors. "Hello?"

I tightened my hold on the bag I had brought for cheerleading practice and started to walk faster. Another bang echoed down the empty hall. I froze as I felt a breathe at my shoulder.

"Get down!" I heard someone yell from further down the hall. I was thrown and slammed against the wall and I heard a sickening crack.

"Dean, the girl!" I was suddenly turned over by the substitute gym teacher we had.

"Mr Webber?" I croaked then held my side in agony.

"Sammy, I think she's hurt her ribs." He called and I cast my gaze up as another man covered me in a shadow then bent by my head.

"Mr Clarke?" I whispered then blacked out.

I woke up to a scratchy mattress and sat straight up then gasped at the pain that broke through the numbness. I cursed and cast a glance around the room. I heard the TV and saw Mr Webber watching it and heard a bang. I jumped as Mr Clarke walked through the door.

"Where the hell am I?" I asked alerting them to me.

"Brooke, you needed medical attention." Mr Clarke told me, putting down a carrier bag on the table, casting a wary glance at me.

"Erm, hospital?" I then noticed where I was. A motel room. "What the hell do you want from me? A motel room? You pervs!" I noticed salt by the doors and the windows. "Who the hell are you?"

"Brooke-"

"And no half assed excuses and blatant lies." By now I seriously doubted they were my teachers, hell I doubted they even were teachers.

The taller one sighed. "My name's Sam and this is Dean. We're not really teachers. We're… hunters."

I raised an eyebrow and my eyes widened. "Like animal hunters or human hunters?"

"Neither." I looked at Dean who had turned off the TV and sat forward. "We hunt demons, ghosts, wendigos, werewolves." He cast a gaze over to Sam. "Saving people, hunting things."

"Demons, ghosts. Okay. But I don't get you guys, are you like gay or something?" Dean choked on the root beer he had took a sip from while Sam looked green.

"No, no. We're brothers. Why does everyone think we're gay?" Dean asked Sam once he had recovered.

"Ignoring the gay remark. What are you doing at my school?" I asked.

"There seems to be a ghost at your school, one that strikes once a decade on the head cheerleader and two of her squad."

"And that happens to be me." I guessed.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "You're not freaking out?"

"Oh I'm freaking out. Demons. Ghost. Brothers who I thought to be gay pretending to be teachers. A ghost after me and my friends. What isn't there to freak out about?"

"She forgot to add hunted by the police and FBI." Dean quipped. I stared at him disbelievingly and he winked.

And that was how I met the Winchesters. Somehow along the line I fell for Dean and he fell for me. Broken as I was. That was when I decided. Decided I was going with him.

"I want to come with you." I told him as he packed up his clothes. Sam had left us alone for a while.

He paused then continued, not looking at me. "No way."

"Why not?" I took a step forward and this time he looked up at me.

"This world isn't for you Brooke. Ignore it."

"No. I can't ignore it when two people I care about are in it. If I forget about it then I forget about you."

"Then forget about me." Dean told me.

"No chance."

He took my arms roughly. "I am not going to be the cause of your death. I am not going to be the reason you die. Because I let you come with me. I can't loose another person I care about, Brooke."

I stared into his eyes and noticed the slight redness at the corners. "I'm not going to die Dean." I put my hands on his and gently pulled them off of my arms.

"How can you say that Brooke? How can you know?"

"I don't for sure. But we both know I'm stubborn. And we both know I'll look for you."

"Brooke please." I think that was the first time I heard him say that.

"I'm not taking no for an answer Dean." He looked into my eyes and that was the first time I saw a hint of love in his greeny brown eyes.

We had compromised that night. I would wait until after graduation and he would teach me how to hunt. So once or twice a month he would come back and teach me. And in that each time I would find myself falling in love.

Everyone thought I was mad when I told them I was going off travelling after high school with the two brothers. I had told Haley and Peyton and the rest of them and yet they couldn't believe I had fallen so hard for Dean and his brother that I would travel around the country and risk my life to be with him.

I smiled at Dean and he smiled back, eyes full of love and I realised there wasn't another person I would risk my life to be with.

Only Dean Winchester…