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WARNINGS: Language, Violence, Sex, Innuendo, Themes

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xxxx

"She did not break up with you," Brooke told him, turning to face him and realizing that his face was way too close to hers for comfort. "She wouldn't let you go that easy and you wouldn't let her go without a fight."

Dean found himself smiling. "I love that you know me like that."

He knew it was a terrible thing for him to lie to Brooke like that, but it was so nice to have someone call him on his bullshit. Sure, most men would have loved to be in a relationship where they could get away with anything, but Dean found the way that Brooke saw through him so…refreshing. More than that, Cassie couldn't even tell when Dean was lying to her face, but Brooke could tell just by the tone of his voice.

Brooke found herself backing up a little bit, Dean moving toward her and she suddenly realized that the moment was there. If Dean got any closer to her, she wasn't going to be able to control herself because he smelt so damn good and he was touching her with those gentle touches she associated with lovers showing affection. It made her swallow even though he knew that Dean was in thought right now about something other than what his body seemed to be on auto-pilot for. Dean was thinking about Cassie a moment.

"Cassie, what exactly are you saying?" Dean asked her slowly.

She took a deep breath. "I'm saying that you love Brooke in a more than sister and brother kind of way."

"I think you're reading into something that isn't there," Dean lied to her, not wanting to have these feelings and then have Brooke rebuff them.

"I think that you think I'm dumber than I look," Cassie retorted, shaking her head. "Look, Dean, I love you, and as much as I want to just let this go, I want you to be with someone that you love. You proposed to me hours after talking to Brooke on Skype while she was in New York and you didn't have a ring, or a speech. I let it go because I loved you, but you just…you're obsessed with talking to her. Reaching her. Dealing with whatever it is that this is, and I think she feels the same way."

Dean wanted that to be true, but he shook his head. "Sam, Brooke and I became siblings the moment our parents told us they were getting married. We became a happy family, and that is all that we are."

Cassie smiled at him and nodded, but her mind was made up. Maybe she wasn't the best at being able to tell that Dean was lying, but she was sure of what she was sure of and she wanted Dean to make this decision. If he still wanted to get married than sure, they'd still get married, but if he wanted Brooke? She had to step out of the way and let that happen even if deep down she found it a little weird too. They weren't related by blood, so it was fine, but the world was just used to them as siblings since they were in the public eye—some people would see it as crossing a line.

"I'll tell you what," Cassie told him as he began to eat, "you talk to Brooke and then you get back to me. I have a feeling I know what you're going to choose, but I refuse to marry you until you take care of this. Talk to her, have it out…and figure out what you want, Dean Winchester. I love you, but something tells me that she does too and if that's the case, tell me, and we can both move on."

Dean knew he didn't even deserve Cassie, but he had agreed because he knew that he needed to talk to Brooke anyway. She was the reason he was feeling so crazy out of control, and if Cassie was right…then Dean could finally have what he wanted. He knew that they had to go about this carefully too, but he just wanted to hear it from Brooke that she liked him in a way more than just this fake sibling relationship that they had.

"So why are you testing me?" Brooke asked him.

Hearing her voice, Dean was brought back to the present and he smirked, moving toward her until Brooke felt the side of the house against her back. That made her swallow because now she was in between the house and Dean and she couldn't get away…but did she want to? He was so close to her now and he was looking her in the eye, Brooke glancing at his lips and then quickly looking him back in the eye because she couldn't do that! If Dean liked her as a sibling, then that must have been weird for him, but then she saw it: he smiled and then looked at her lips too.

"Cassie brought up something we need to talk about and I'm going to go out on a limb and say it because it's making me crazy and I can't even be engaged," Dean explained to Brooke quickly.

Brooke's heart was thundering in her chest. "…what?"

"I've never thought of you as my sister," Dean found himself saying, sighing and shrugging. "I just…I tried to so many times, but I had a thing for you before our parents got married. Then I tried to bury it and then it just got deeper when you were in New York and I realized how much the distance was killing me. Do you know how many of those magazines I burned?"

"Why?" Brooke asked, not able to ask anything else as her body flushed at the words.

"You think I liked seeing that you were screwing other guys?" Dean asked her, suddenly a little angry. "God, I was dying. Then you told me that things were great and you were going on a date and I proposed to Cassie because I thought I needed to face facts: I'd never have you."

Brooke nodded slowly, Dean looking her in the eyes again. "Even if I felt the same way…Mom would not be pleased to hear any of this."

"Did you just say 'even if'?" Dean asked her, reaching out to cup her face.

Involuntarily, Brooke closed her eyes and sighed with relief, resting her cheek on his hand and just nodding. She knew that Dean could read body language and before she knew what was happening, she felt his hot breath on her face. Her eyes opened just in time for Dean's mouth to cover hers and suddenly she felt like she was just going to melt right into him. Dean was kissing her and he was kissing her like a woman and not like his little sister, which in retrospect was good, because his tongue was teasing the corners of her mouth and you didn't kiss a sister like that.

Moaning, Brooke opened up her mouth and let Dean's tongue push in, kissing him with a passion she didn't even know she had in her. Dean's fingers slipped into her hair, and Dean moaned too, tasting her and then groaning when Brooke suddenly pushed him off of her and he had a feeling that he knew why, the moment that it happened. She had this look on her flushed face, Dean glancing at her lips again, wet from their kiss and he just wanted to bite her lip…or suck on it…maybe both…

"You and Cassie didn't formally break up yet and I can't break this to Mom right now," Brooke said hurriedly. "God, I'm really turned on right now and I don't even know what to say to Sam! I mean…he thinks we're having a sibling spat right now."

Dean nodded slowly, reluctantly pulling his hands and body away from hers. "This whole thing is definitely something that everyone will have to get used to in their own time and we can't be seen in public."

"Definitely not," Brooke said, frowning. "The one guy I want to parade around and I can't even do that because it'll put the company in bad gossip light. Mom will have to figure out to deal with the press on that one, and that means telling her first."

"Dad thinks of you as his little girl, so telling him will be a bit hard too," Dean admitted, sighing loudly. "They're going to rain on our parade…"

Brooke sighed and then moved away from him. "Then for now we keep it between us."

xx

After formally splitting from Cassie, Dean found that it was really hard to stay away from Brooke, but at the same time it had always been hard. Now, it was just hard because he knew that she felt the same way and it still made him so happy that it had been so easy to say the words. Then again, he had known for a little while even though he hadn't known…he was a master at reading body language and he had also had a feeling that she had liked him before this—it was why she had never wanted to call him her brother.

Now, they were trying to figure out how to break it to everyone because while they would all understand, it was going to be weird. They had been living like a family for 6 years now, and Brooke and Dean were going to disrupt everything and tell them that no, they were going to be lovers and everyone had to just be okay with that. Add in that gossip scandals would then start once the two had any sort of PDA at all, and Dean knew that the company would suffer a little bit in the beginning.

So, they were sneaking around.

The worst part, though, is that in sneaking, they hadn't even had time to have sex yet, but they both wanted to. Making out always got incredibly handsy and heated, but once clothes started coming off, something or someone would interrupt them and they were both really sexually frustrated about the whole thing. It was getting to be way too much and Dean sighed when Brooke came into his office that day at work with a plate of cookies for him…all he wanted to do was close the blinds and take her on the desk and he just couldn't.

"You didn't bake those, did you?" Dean teased, trying to dissolve the sexual tension, and ended up making it worse because he just opened them up to banter.

Brooke made a face, but she felt it too. "Dad made them."

"It makes me a pervert to be turned on by you calling my dad your dad too," Dean told her with an awkward laugh. "That right there is the laugh—"

"—of a guy with a boner," Brooke responded with a smile as she set the plate down, Dean nodding. "I want to help you out, but I have to get back to the store and closing your blinds with your 'sister' in your office is a public gesture. I just had to see you."

"Tonight, can I just stay at your place, sneak into your room, and quietly ravage you, maybe?" Dean asked her, leaning forward and shifting in his chair.

Brooke smiled at that and leaned on his desk. "I actually might be able to convince Peyton to get out for a bit. Jake is back in town and wants to see her and she's being all avoidy."

"You're being a tease," Dean replied as he snuck a look down her shirt.

"I was doing that on purpose," Brooke responded with a wink, and she knew it was cruel, but she was having to restrain herself as well here.

Dean glared at her, but he had a smile on his face and stole a quick kiss from her after looking around first, Brooke smiling. She was glad for even the smallest physical touch and started to back up toward the door. This place suited Dean and his desire to do good, even though she knew he'd rather be running a garage and she didn't know why he wasn't doing that. Actually, thinking about it, she opened up her mouth and spoke before completely thinking it through.

"Why didn't you become a mechanic?" Brooke asked him as she was to the door.

He smiled at her, feeling butterflies in his stomach. "You remembered…"

"You've wanted to be a mechanic since Dad gave you the Impala," Brooke told him, waving it off like it was nothing. "Of course I remembered."

"Policeman seemed a more respectable job, and it gets me in the system…just in case," Dean said, standing up and crossing to her.

"Just in case of a hunt? That's no reason to sacrifice what you love," Brooke responded, smiling sadly when Dean stopped at a respectable distance away from her.

Dean smiled again. "Well, I've sacrificed what I loved a lot for the sake of other peoples' happiness."

Brooke found herself blushing as she looked him in the eye, knowing that he was trying to let her know that he loved her too, and she too felt butterflies. He hadn't told her that he loved her yet, just shown her how much he wanted her and that was fine with her—she'd been wanting him in a sexual way for a while now but that admission without admitting a thing? It told her that this was more than sexual tension.

"Sometimes you need to think about your own happiness too," Brooke explained, sighing loudly. "God, can you get off work so you can kiss me in private, please?"

Dean laughed and nodded. "I'll be off soon. Shall I come straight for you? That is, if Peyton goes out with Jake?"

"No matter what Peyton does, I suddenly just got a great idea and I need to run it by Mom…call me when you're off?" Brooke asked him.

"The second I am," Dean promised, and he smiled, watching Brooke leave his office and hoping he got to see her soon.

Note: There is a lot of steamy stuff and cute fluff coming soon…thought I'd warn you know. Feedback is always appreciated!