"What do you want?" Her voice was harsh from all the tears she'd shed as she looked up at the man who had just entered the room she was currently sitting in.

Dean took in the sight of the woman in front of him, the way her slight frame shivered, how her hands clenched tightly into fists and the fire that had started to blaze within the depths of her hazel eyes.

He cleared his throat, searching his mind for the right thing to say "You can't be alone at a time like this"

"Get out; I don't want you here, especially in this room"

"Brooke please...."

His words were cut off by the sharp sting of her palm hitting his cheek, the blood quickly rushing to the surface of the skin leaving an angry red hand print.

"I said get out!" Brooke practically growled hatred welling up deep inside of her replacing any feelings of friendship and love she'd once had for the man in front of her and his family "This was her room, and having the brother of her killer standing in it is an insult to her memory"

"Brooke honey would you like to come meet your new sister?"

Four year old Brooke James moved cautiously into the hospital room where her mom and dad were, her father sitting in an oversized seat by her mother's hospital bed, her mother holding a tiny bundle wrapped in a pale pink blanket.

The young girl reached her moms side and peered curiously at the baby in her mother's arms before turning her wide hazel eyes up to her mom.

"Brooke this is Haley" the woman told her smiling softly as her first child gently reached a hand out to run a finger over the baby's tiny little palm.

As baby Haley grasped at Brookes finger the brown haired child's face became a picture of awe "Can I...Can I hold her?" she asked in little more than a whisper, clearly becoming mesmerized.

"Of course you can"

Her father hopped out of his seat and lifted Brooke into his place. Her mom handed the baby to the man and he gently placed her into her sisters waiting arms making sure to show her how to hold her properly.

Brooke stared down at her new sister a small smile on her lips as the baby once again grasped for her older sister's finger.

"Hi Haley – Bub" she whispered to the baby in her arms reaching her head down to kiss her little sister on the forehead 'I'm your big sister and I'm going to protect you always"

Haley Bethany James

Beloved Daughter, Sister and Friend

March 21 1989 – March 21 2007

She will be forever missed

Her once dark brown hair was now black as night, she spent her days at the cemetery staring down at her sisters grave silently begging whichever deity may be listening to just bring her back.

If only she could go back to the night Haley died and change things somehow, save her or take her place. But this wasn't a movie and life rarely gave you second chances.

Brooke turned sharply as she heard the snap of a twig on the ground behind her "You don't give up, do you?"

"Not when I care about something" Dean stepped closer his handsome face looking tired and worn, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his worn brown leather jacket.

"Ah see there's your problem" the girl's voice was almost completely devoid of emotion as she turned her face away from his "Stop caring"

He shook his head sadly taking a step toward her "Now you sound like me"

"I guess parts of you were bound to rub off eventually"

"Let me take care of you" He was by her side now reaching out for her.

She put some distance between them "You take care of me?" she scoffed chuckling humourlessly with scorn "Dean wake up! You can barely take care of yourself"

Brooke turned and without so much as a backward glance strode away.

Kneeling down next to Haley's head stone Dean traced the engraving of her name with the tip of his fingerprints "I'm trying Hales" he whispered into the dark "But she's making it so hard"

He felt like he wasn't just mourning the loss of the girl he'd thought of as one of his best friends despite their age difference but he was mourning the loss of the woman he loved as well, her sister.

Ten year old Brooke Davis sat on the steps of her homes front porch her six year old sister beside her. The sun was blazing high in the sky and the air was hot and humid. Both girls were attacking the double scooped ice-cream cones their mother had sent them outside to eat and watching as removal men were unloading a truck full of furniture into the house across the street from theirs.

An old big black car, the kind the girl's father was always gushing about pulled into the driveway and the two brunette haired sisters tilted their heads and watched in fascination as the new family to the neighbourhood exited the vehicle.

The father was tall and stocky, with an air of authority to him like he was used to being in charge. The mother was blonde and very pretty, graceful yet strong looking, motherly yet fierce. They had two boys that looked to be around the same age as the girls, maybe just a little older, the taller one strutted far more confidently then such a young person should and as he perused his surroundings, his eyes coming to rest on the two young girls across the road he smirked brilliantly. The smaller of the boys followed closely behind his eyes on the ground as he shuffled after his brother.

Ice creams finished Brooke looked down at her little sister and grinned grabbing her hand and pulling her off the stairs "Come on Bub" she spoke her voice light and breezy "Let's go and say hi to our new neighbours"

She sat at the bar nursing a drink, her demeanour telling everybody in her radius to back the hell away. It was funny but a year ago she would have been surrounded by friends and Dean would have been by her side instead of across the other side of the room watching her. But friends don't matter to her now, and most of them have stopped trying to reach her.

She used to love this place, Tric, the night club her Godmother had opened while Brooke was still in high school, a place to hold all age events as well as provide the people of legal age a place to let loose and have fun.

Her eyes drift to the stage, empty now out of respect for the girl that used to light it up with her melodic voice and deeply thought out songs. A tear escapes down her cheek as she remembers that the girl; her darling sister will never shine up there again. She closes her eyes and she can see her there, hair hanging in loose waves around her shoulders the light shining behind her making her glow like an angel blossoming in front of everybody's eyes, not shy, not scared, just alive.

The image is too much for Brooke to take; she downs the rest of her drink, throws a twenty onto the bar and rushes out. She's thankful Dean hasn't followed her because she doesn't want to deal with him anymore.

She runs, runs all the way to the other side of town where she lives like she has the devil chasing her all the way and when she reaches home she lets the tears flow as she curls up into a ball on her sister's bed, the faint scent of Haley's perfume still clinging to the bedding.

And Brooke will never wash that scent away.

"Dean give her the book back!"

"Oh Sammy you're so sweet sticking up for your girlfriend" Dean smirked

Brooke shook her head at the teenaged boy racing around her front yard, his brother and her sister racing after him "Dean Winchester stop picking on my sister and your brother" she scolded good naturedly "They can't help it if they're both ten times smarter then you"

"I don't have to be smart James" he joked back finally handing Haley's book back to her and ruffling her hair affectionately, much to the pre – teens annoyance "Not when I'm this sexy" he waggled his eyebrows for effect causing the older James girl to laugh.

Haley and Sam settled back under the tree they had been sitting under together before and both opened their books back up as Dean came to sit beside Brooke on the porch. The two older teenagers looking over at their younger siblings affectionately

'You ever get the feeling those two are going to be married when they're older, doing exactly the same thing they're doing now?"

Brooke smiled a little and tilted her head to the side "That's a little mushier then I've come to expect from you D"

"I can be sensitive" The sandy haired boy grinned at his companion "Well at least I can try to be sometimes"

"Yeah sure" the brown haired girl chuckled smoothing a fly away piece of hair behind her ear "But any way yeah I do get that feeling" she once again turned her eyes toward Haley and Sam watching as Deans brother thoughtfully brushed a leaf out of her sisters hair "They're perfect together"

"Just like you and me Brookie Cookie" Dean looked at her the sides of his mouth curling up as laughter bubbled up inside of him "We're perfect together too"

"Yeah right" Brooke laughed hitting Dean playfully on the arm "Perfectly insane!"

Her tears have dried but she continues to lay curled on the bed her arms wrapped tightly around her mid section, she hears heavy footsteps making their way through the house but she doesn't care enough to get up and check who it is.

She's slightly disappointed when Dean ducks his head through the door; a small part of her had hoped it would be someone dangerous, someone who could maybe do the one thing she herself was too afraid to do.

"I told you I didn't want you in Haley's room" she sat up and stared blankly at her one time lover too tired to even glare in his direction

"I miss her too Brooke"

"You don't know the first thing about missing her Dean!" she growled suddenly furious at the words coming out of his mouth "You don't know what it's like to have a great gaping hole in your chest where she used to be, You don't wake up every morning and briefly, just for a second think that she's sleeping in the room next to you. She wasn't you're sister Dean, she was mine!"

"You're not the only one who lost somebody!" Dean's voice exploded and he immediately regretted it when he saw the beautiful brunette before him flinch

"Quit the melodramatics Babe, Sam's still alive, you're brothers still here"

"Yeah he's alive but he's not the same Sammy I used to know" Dean sighed tiredly feeling old and drained, the events of the past year weighing heavily on his shoulders, dragging him down and making him feel like he was drowning "He can't walk, he might never walk again"

"And Haley will never breathe again" Brooke snarled in his direction "So excuse me if the fact your brother can't walk doesn't arouse sympathy in me."

Shaking his head Dean finally gave up trying to get through to her "I look at you and I don't see you anymore Brooke" he told her his voice drained, cracking a little with emotion "You used to be so beautiful, so...vibrant, now you're just empty, empty and broken" he walked toward the door but before he left he turned to her one last time "If Haley could see you now, you'd break her heart"

Dean looked gorgeous, not that he hadn't always been that way but in all the years she'd known him Brooke had never seen him look quite like this.

Wearing dress pants and a white shirt, his hair shiny and his face freshly shaved, he'd made a considerably large amount of effort on his appearance and it thrilled her a little that he'd made it for her.

He helped her out of her jacket and pulled out her chair for her to sit in. She sat looked around the restaurant, took in the soft warm glow of the candles on the tables and smiled softly as he sat in the seat across from her

"Tell me again why we've never done this before?" Tonight was their first official date although they'd been sleeping together on and off for the past three years and had been friends for twelve.

"We were young and stupid" he grinned as he took a sip from his water glass

"As opposed to how old and intelligent we are now" she joked causing Dean chuckle a little, the sound causing little shivers of excitement to tingle down her spine.

They ate together comfortably, the conversation flowing, still amazing Brooke that even though they'd know each other half their lives there was still things they could learn about the other, still things that could be said that were surprising.

She loved Dean and he loved her, she always had, but now she could actually picture herself being in love with him and the thought equal parts terrified and enthralled her.

They were getting ready to leave when their fathers came into the restaurant, both their faces grim, weary and sad.

"We've been looking everywhere for the two of you" John, Deans father told them, his voice was thick and raw and Brooke was suddenly very frightened.

"You're phones were switched off" Jimmy added his eyes, red lined and puffy boring into his daughters.

"We were eating" Brooke answered "Switched them off to not be disturbed...Dad...What's wrong?"

"There's been an accident" he fathers eyes filled with tears, tears he didn't even bother to wipe away and the feeling of dread in Brookes stomach grew tenfold "Sammy and Bub...I'm so sorry sweetie"

"No...She's okay right?" she felt light headed as her whole body started to violently shake "Bub's okay?"

"She didn't make it Baby...I'm sorry...she's dead"

Something inside Brooke suddenly snapped.

Empty and broken.

That's what Dean had called her.

She looks in the mirror and the evidence of the truth in his words is very clear. There is nothing in her eyes, nothing but pain and hollowness, bitterness and hate.

Dean was right. If her sister could see her she would be heartbroken. If Haley were still around to see what she had become she wouldn't recognize her own sister.

Her feet moved on their own accord, slowly at first, then quicker until she found herself walking out her front door and crossing the road.

She stood on the front door stoop, tapping lightly on the door, timidly like she was unsure if she should be doing this.

Dean opened up and stared at her wordlessly, her head hung low her hair masking her features, her arms folded tightly around her midsection.

She looked up at him, pleadingly, silently begging for forgiveness and asked "Please fix me?"