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2: Brave New World

Victoria Davis always knew what she had to do in times of crisis. And everybody knows that she would do whatever it takes to fulfill her wants. When she found out about what John Winchester offered her husband last night, she immediately thought of how to eliminate the hindrances that might have a bad effect on the arrangement.

So there she was - prim and proper - as she knocked on the door of the house she never thought she would go to.

The lanky blonde boy she despised opened the door with a surprised look on his face.

"Mrs. Davis," he uttered as he ran his fingers through his hair nervously.

Victoria scowled. "I have to talk to you."

Lucas Scott never dreamed of having 'the talk' with his girlfriend's mother…well, at least that was what he thought. He cleared his throat and opened the door wider to let the woman in. He also thanked his stars that his mother wasn't there; Victoria Davis and Karen Roe never got along well.

"Would you like some coffee?" Lucas offered.

Victoria Davis looked around the small living room and raised an eyebrow. "No need for that; I'll get straight to the point – I want to talk about Brooke."

The mere sound of the brunette's name brought a smile to the blonde Scott's lips. "What about her?"

"She'll be leaving Tree Hill tomorrow. You'll go on with your life like she was never a part of it." Victoria's tone was cold.

Lucas couldn't find the right words to say. Brooke's leaving town? She's leaving me? "You're kidding, right?"

Victoria raised her eyebrows and then frowned. "Do I look like I'm kidding?"

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Dean paced frantically from one end of his room to another. He wasn't the worrying type, but now his nerves were ready to burst anytime; he wasn't even able to sleep well last night.

A soft knock on his door startled him. Sam poked his head inside his brother's room and shot a small smile towards his older brother. He heard his brother's argument with his father late last night.

"I don't want to talk right now, Sammy," Dean said without looking at his brother.

Sam ignored his brother's order and sat at the end of Dean's bed. He knew Dean like the back of his hand; Dean needed someone to talk to. He was just trying to look unfazed by the situation.

Dean sighed out loud and looked at his younger brother with an annoyed look on his face. "Didn't you hear what I said?"

Sam just shrugged and looked at his brother, which only made Dean more annoyed. "I know you need someone to talk to, Dean."

"I don't have anything to tell you," Dean snapped back at his brother.

Sam sighed and tried to reason with his brother. "What happened to you, Dean? I don't know you anymore." He knew the sudden change of topic will only make Dean more irritated, but Sam wanted to know what happened to his brother. Dean wasn't like this before.

"What happened to me?" Dean mocked Sam and inched closer to his brother. Sam could see the rage and sorrow in Dean's eyes. "I lost someone I love!"

"Dean, that was three years ago! Why don't you just let go?" Sam stood up and tried to calm his brother down, but Dean yanked Sam's hand away.

"Let go?! I loved her, Sam! Don't try and tell me to let go because you don't know how it feels like to lose someone you love!" Dean was trying to fight the sudden urge to cry now. Thinking about his memories with the woman he really loved made him feel weak and vulnerable.

Sam felt offended by Dean's last statement. He was now angry too. "I lost someone too, Dean! You know who that someone is? Mom!" Sam boomed. "She died when I was just a baby; I don't even have a real memory of her!" Unwanted tears were trying to escape Sam's eyes, but he fought it off.

Dean suddenly felt ashamed of himself. Why hadn't he thought of their Mom? How insensitive of him.

"You are so selfish and self-centered, Dean. I don't know who you are anymore. You're an insensitive jerk," Sam mumbled and made his way out of Dean's room.

Dean started to punch and hit the wall with his fist and stopped when he could no longer feel his knuckles. He poured all his frustrations and problems onto the wall. It was so stupid of him to blow off Sam like that. How could he forget about their mother?

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Brooke Davis wiped the last of her tears away as she finished packing her suitcase. Her father had just delivered her the worst news oh her entire life last night, and because she loved her family so much, she accepted her father's proposal.

"Brooke?" Peyton Sawyer, Brooke's best friend, poked her head through the door. She instantly noticed how sad her best friend was. Right behind the curly blonde was Haley James, their other best friend, and Lucas Scott.

Brooke motioned for her friends to come closer to her and wrapped Peyton and Haley in a tight hug, while Lucas just stood by the door and stared at her with pain in his eyes. "I'm going to miss you guys," she whispered before her best friends pulled away.

"Promise me you're going to send us pictures every month," Peyton said with a fake happy smile. She didn't want her one and only Brooke Davis to leave.

Haley took Brooke's hand. "And don't forget to write us."

Brooke smiled and sighed. "Of course I will. You too, okay?"

Both girls smiled and nodded. They sure would miss the bubbly brunette; life in Tree Hill wouldn't be as good as it is without Brooke Davis.

Lucas contemplated whether to talk to his girlfriend or not; last night, when Brooke personally told him that she was leaving, she didn't tell him the reason why she's going to leave, even when he begged her to do so. So there he was, confused and in pain. How could his Cheery do that to him?

"Broody," Brooke's raspy voice made him look at her. She walked up to him and wrapped him in a tight hug. "I'm going to miss you," she whispered.

Lucas wanted to be angry at her and blurt out all the stuff he was thinking a while ago, but the words that came out of his mouth were, "I'll miss you too, Cheery."

Lucas lowered his head so he could be face to face with Brooke and gently planted a kiss on her lips.

A loud car honk broke their moment and Brooke unwillingly moved to get her bag. Lucas offered to get Brooke's suitcase and helped her load them in the car trunk.

Brooke looked at her house and her family one last time. Her parents still couldn't bear to look straight into her eyes, while Peyton, Haley, and Lucas were smiling, and that was enough to make Brooke feel a little stronger.

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"Jo, honey, is everything ready there?" Ellen called out as she re-checked the newly placed set of curtains in their living room. First impressions were always important to her, and their guest will arrive any time now.

Jo came bouncing down the stairs, excited to meet their guest. Although she knew it was just an arrangement, she still can't hide the excitement of having another girl in their house. "Everything's great, Mom. I really hope she'd like the way I arranged the guest room."

"Well I hope she'd like us," Ellen said with a glint of uncertainty in her tone.

"Of course she'd like you," John Winchester said, causing the women to turn around. "I know her, and she's from a great family. I'm sure she'll like us."

They heard a car pull up into their driveway. "She's here!" John announced.

He went outside the house, followed by Ellen and Jo to greet the newcomer. The driver opened the door for their guest, and when they caught sight of her, they all thought of the same thing: she's one beautiful girl.

"Brooke," John called out as he made his way to their guest. "It's nice to finally meet you. Your father has always talked about you."

Brooke tried to give them her best smile. Just one look at the family and she knew right away that this won't be easy. "He always talks about you too, sir," she shyly replied.

John embraced her out of courtesy, and for the sake of welcoming her to his family. "Call me John."

The smile on the man's face almost assured Brooke that everything was going to be okay. John turned around and led Brooke to Ellen and Jo.

"This is Ellen, my wife, and Jo, my stepdaughter," John stated as he introduced the members of his family to the newcomer.

Stepdaughter? Brooke could already smell drama from this family. But still, she tried to be as polite as she could. "Hi," she said with a cheeky smile.

All four of them headed back to the house and saw Sam watching TV at the den. Sam instantly stood up when he saw Brooke. He doesn't know why, but he somehow felt at ease when he saw her.

"This is my youngest son, Sam," John said as he walked over to Sam and gave his son a soft pat on his shoulder. "Sam, this is Brooke. You already know why she's here, right?"

Sam nodded his head. He can't believe that this beautiful girl was the one his father arranged to marry Dean. But then again, it was just an arrangement to make Dean look good for once.

Brooke began to blush as Sam steadied his eyes on her. She wondered what he might be thinking. Sam noticed the flush of red on Brooke's cheeks and reluctantly moved his gaze from her to the floor.

"I could see you already met the family," someone suddenly said.

Brooke broke her gaze away from Sam and turned around. The man behind her was six feet tall, and has brownish-blonde hair. Brooke couldn't help but wonder why he was smirking. Just by looking at his jeans and plain black shirt and the way he holds himself, Brooke knew what kind of guy he is – carefree. But she had to admit, Dean is one good looking man. Then she noticed his bandaged hand; it just confirmed the things she heard on the news – he's nothing but trouble.

When Dean was just approaching the den, he already noticed his 'wife-to-be' and had to blink his eyes a couple of times. She had an hourglass figure, and she stands at about 5 feet and 5 inches tall. Her soft brown hair fell gently to her back, and Dean couldn't help but smirk when she turned around to look at him. Honestly, he was almost dumbfounded. Her hazel eyes and plump cherry lips were the first things he noticed, and then he saw the dullness in her eyes.

"Dean, this is Brooke." John broke the silence between the two of them and walked over to the brunette. "Brooke, this is Dean."

"You sure know how to pick a girl, Dad," Dean said to his father sarcastically and then went to his room without saying another word.

Sam felt the urge to speak. "I'm sorry, Dean's just…a mess."

Brooke looked at him with sympathy. "Don't be sorry." At that moment, Brooke wanted to grab her bags and run as fast as she could. She felt scared at the thought of getting married to Dean Winchester.

Sam volunteered to help Brooke get her bags to the room where she was going to stay until her wedding with Dean. She slumped herself onto the bed and sighed. Sam sat at the end of the bed, careful enough to leave some space between them.

"What made you do this?" he asked out of curiosity.

Brooke closed her eyes and smiled at the thought of her family. "I did this for my Dad."

Her simple but honest reply brought a smile to Sam's lips. His amazement towards the new girl grew bigger. "I think that's pretty courageous."

Brooke chuckled dryly and sat up, looking directly to Sam's eyes. "I just can't let my father be disappointed at me. I don't want to let him down."

"Well," Sam said as he stood up. "I just want you to know that I'm here if ever you need someone to talk to." He glanced one last time at Brooke's eyes and still saw the dullness in them. He began to wonder how her eyes would look like if they sparkled. He snapped out of his thoughts and left Brooke alone in her room.

Brooke felt surprised that she opened up to Sam Winchester, a boy she knew just a half hour ago, and feel so at ease when talking to him. He looked so honest and gentle when he talked to her, and she felt relieved that she could have someone to talk to in her new family.

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Dean checked his image at the mirror one last time before he headed out of his room to go to another party. He flexed his left hand and still felt the pain he attained from hitting the wall. He was about to leave his room when his father entered.

"You're not going anywhere," John whispered, but sounded every bit authoritative.

Dean smirked and tried to walk past his father, but John stood firmly by the doorway. "I can go wherever I want; I can do whatever I want," Dean said with utter confidence and nonchalance.

John slightly pushed Dean back to his room. "I need you to stay sober until tomorrow."

Dean cocked his head with curiosity. "Why?"

"Because tomorrow will be your first public appearance with Brooke. Your first day as a couple."

Dean was never taunted by his father…until now.

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