Chapter Three: Tric
"So we gunna talk about you and the hottie?"
"Brooke? There's nothing to talk about. We hung around for a couple weeks when I was in Stanford" Sam said over the book he was reading.
"So she remembered you all this time after a few weeks of hanging out?" Dean said his eyebrow raised.
"Yeah. You sure we should go tonight, maybe we should do some more research"
"Come on Sammy. Live a little, you might get lucky with Miss Davis"
"Its not like that with me and Brooke"
"Really?" Deans lips puckered a little.
"Don't even think about it Dean"
"What? I'd never mess with one of your girls"
"Rachel Nayv, Carly Strut, Emily Lois"
"Oh yeah" he said nodding "I do mess with your girls" he smiled. Sam just shock his head and looked back at the books. "She is hot though. With those legs and the dimples. Gotta say they work for me" he carried on as he slipped on his grey t-shirt.
"I mean it Dean. She doesn't need us screwing up her life. Promise me you won't do anything" Dean looked at his brother and realized he was serious the smile slipped from his face.
"I suppose she can't be the only hot girl in town"
"P. Sawyer a fully stocked bar steps from your office" Brooke smiled "with hot guys coming in for drinks might I add" she said when she saw Dean and Sam walk in, she waved them over. Payton looked round and saw them.
"Oh"
"Hi" Brooke turned around to see a small blonde girl standing behind her.
"Hi" She said nicely.
"Sorry to bother you, can I get an autograph?"
"Yeah"
"It's Amy" Brooke took the pen and napkin the girl was offering and signed it. The girl smiled and walked away.
"Well ok. So apart from the hot customers, how has your love life been?"
"No comment"
"She sleeps around a lot, but theres no one special" Milly piped up.
"My kind of girl" Dean give her a wink as he and Sam joined them.
"You can be fired you know that?" Brooke laughed.
"Um yeah, but then she'd just come work for me and you'd still be paying her" Payton joked.
"Ok, I'm not calling myself famous or anything but celebrity makes it a little hard to meet somebody you can trust. Anyway" she turned to the boys trying to change the subject "Payton this is Sam and Dean. Sam, Dean, Payton"
"As in Standford Sam?" Payton questioned a glint of mischief in her eye.
"Standford Sam, really?" Dean said taking a look at Sam.
"Drinks, lets get lots of drinks" Brooke shouted as she turned to the bar and ushered over the bar tender.
They had been sitting at a booth for a couple hours when a group of girls came over. "Hi would you mind" one of the girls held up a camera as she looked at Brooke.
"Sure" Brooke slid out the booth.
"Here, why don't I take the picture?" Payton offered, she looked at Sam who was blocking her in.
"I need the toilet anyway" Sam said.
"Me too" Milly jumped up. They walked of towards the restrooms casually talking.
"Looks good" Payton said after snapping a photo of the girls and Brooke, she handed the camera back before spotting Mia.
"Thanks" they chorused before walking away.
"I'll be back in a minute" Payton mumbled when she spotted Mia. She walked away leaving Brooke and Dean alone at the booth.
"So your famous for owning a shop?" he said taking a swig of beer.
"Uh, no I design clothes. Clothes over Bros" she said expecting him to recognize the name.
"Never heard of it" Dean said off handedly. Brooke smiled.
"I'm guessing unless they sold my clothes in a flee market you wouldn't" she retorted.
"Guess not" Dean smiled enjoying the banter. "But then we can't all afford to throw money away on some t-shirt" Brookes mouth dropped open.
"My clothes are not 'some t-shirt' it is high end, high quality"
"And yet I've never heard of it" Brooke couldn't help but smile. Usually she had guys throwing themselves at her not insulting her. They just looked at each other for a minute.
"Everything ok?" Sam asked arriving back at the table.
"Fine" Dean said.
"Where are you guys staying tonight?" Milly asked when she came up behind Sam.
"A motel down the road, the Raving Raven" Dean answered.
"That dump?" Brooke exclaimed. "You can't stay there"
"Where else are we meant to stay?" Dean asked.
"At mine. I got a spare room and a couch"
"I don't th-" Sam started.
"We'd love too" Dean interrupted.
"Great" Brooke smiled.
"Brooke are you sure that's a good idea? I mean you only just met them" Milly whispered as they were leaving Tric.
"Relax Milly. I've known Sam for years, he wouldn't hurt a fly"
"Nice place" Dean scanned Brookes home.
"I know. I've got to head out, I got something to do at the store. You guys'll be alright here alone, right?"
"Yeah no problem" Dean said dumping his bags by the couch and throwing himself onto the seat.
"Maybe I should come with you?" Sam offered.
"I'll be fine. I won't be long. Fridge is in there, help yourself and toilets down there" she said pointing to the fridge and then the door down the hall. She handed Dean the remote. "Enjoy" she smiled and left the boys to it.
"Gotta say I'm liking that chick more and more" Dean sighed as he turned on the TV.
When Brooke came back from the store she found a box on her doorstep, the vanilla envelope on the top had Brookes name on it. She grabbed it and headed inside, slipping the loose envelope into her bag. Dean was where she had left him, while Sam sat at the island in the kitchen. He scrambled to shut the books in front off him when she walked in.
"Hey, you ok?" Sam asked noticing her eyes seemed red.
"Yep" she put on her biggest fake smile.
"What's that?" he nodded at the box in her hands.
"Don't know. Found it on the doorstep" she put her bag down and walked to the island. She placed the box down and slid the lid off.
"Oh my god" she squeaked her eyes wide with shock. Sam looked into the box to see a dozen dead roses covered with maggots.
"Dean" Dean jumped up.
"Whoa" he said when he spotted the contents of the box.
"Who would do this?" Brooke croaked.
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