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6: You Must Have Had a Broken Heart

Dean drove as fast as he could to arrive at Manhattan as fast as possible, and the whole trip was spent in silence; Dean sensed that Brooke wasn't in the mood to talk, so he fought back the idea of starting a conversation with her.

As the huge Winchester house came into view, Brooke's heart started to beat faster. She feared of what might welcome her once she takes a step into the house. Would she be greeted by a disappointed family? Brooke suddenly remembered the night when John was scolding Dean; he was so furious.

Once they arrived at the house, the maid let them in and led them to the living room, where John and Ellen were waiting for them. Brooke took a deep breath when she saw the disappointed look on John Winchester's face. The maid took Brooke's bags and then hurriedly left the room.

"I suppose Dean already told you what happened," John said. Though his voice was calm and normal, Brooke couldn't help but feel scared.

"Look, I'm really sorry…" Brooke bit her lower lip.

Ellen was the one to reply. "We're really disappointed, Brooke. We're lucky the reporter wasn't hard to negotiate with."

"You gave him the money?" Brooke asked.

"Do we have any choice?" John tried not to shout or be angry at the poor girl; she had to sacrifice everything, so he had no right to scold her for spending some time with the man she really loves.

Tears welled up Brooke's eyes; she had been so emotional lately. "I'm really sorry. I don't know what to say."

"Just be careful next time," John said. When Brooke nodded, he walked towards her and patted her shoulder. "You must be tired; go take a rest."

Brooke's fears were replaced with admiration; her respect for John Winchester went up the scales. Instead of shouting at her, he even told her to take a rest. He was so different from his eldest son.

"Oh, I told the maid to put your things in Dean's room," Ellen said before Brooke and Dean were out of the living room.

Both Dean and Brooke's eyes widened in shock.

"I'm not letting her sleep in my room," Dean protested.

John looked at his son. "You and Brooke need to get comfortable with each other."

Dean cursed under his breath and shook his head. "This whole situation is pretty messed up," he muttered and then walked out of the living room.

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"Brooke," Sam exclaimed when he walked into the house after he got home from picking up Jo from her school and saw Brooke on the couch. "You're back early."

Brooke smiled cheekily when she saw the twenty year old she became incredibly close to. She wrapped Sam up in a warm embrace. "Oh, a friendly face," she joked.

Sam laughed. "I thought you won't be back until next week?"

"I knew you wouldn't have anyone to talk to," Brooke said with a wink.

Sam chuckled and wrapped an arm around Brooke's shoulder. Dean then walked into the room with a bottle of beer in his hand.

"Jeez Dean, it's just 2 in the afternoon," Sam said.

Dean shot Sam a mocking smile. "I'm an adult -"

"So he could do anything he wants to do." Brooke finished Dean's sentence.

Dean shot Brooke a warning look before saying, "Get dressed. We're going out for dinner."

Brooke sighed, feeling pity for herself. "How many dates do we have to go through?" she asked mostly to herself.

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Brooke looked through her wardrobe and finally settled on a simple tank top and paired it with a chick jacket. She brushed her hair back into a simple ponytail and put minimum make up on; Dean told her that he didn't want to go to a fancy restaurant.

Dean, dressed in his usual ensemble of jeans and a simple shirt, waited impatiently by his car. He didn't like waiting for Brooke; she spends almost an eternity getting dressed.

"Ready?" Brooke's voice made him turn around.

Dean looked at Brooke from head to toe; he had to admit that she looked great. "You made me wait for almost two hours."

"A girl's gotta look good." Brooke winked at him.

The two of them got into Dean's Impala and spent the first few minutes of their ride in silence. Dean parked the car in front of a movie house and tried to act like a gentleman as he and Brooke made their way inside the theater.

"What do you want to watch?" Dean asked. "No chick flicks," he added.

Brooke grinned and grabbed his hand. "Two tickets for The Proposal please," Brooke told the man behind the counter with a smile and then winked at Dean.

"Oh come on," Dean sighed. Brooke really knows how to get to his nerves.

Brooke dragged him excitedly to the popcorn stand and bought a huge box of salted popcorn and then went inside the cinema just in time before the movie started. Brooke unconsciously rested her head on Dean's shoulder when the movie was almost half way through. Dean couldn't help but feel awkward in a good way.

When the movie ended at around four in the afternoon, Brooke told Dean that she wanted to go to the park. Dean didn't agree at first, but Brooke insisted, and he caved in.

As expected, pretty much everyone in the park noticed the two of them, so they really had to put an effort to look in love. They walked hand in hand and were careful enough with what they say. When Brooke spotted an ice cream cart, she dragged Dean towards it and bought vanilla sundaes for the two of them.

"I'm getting used to this," Brooke said as she sat down on the nearby bench.

Dean sat down beside her. "Used to what?"

"Our fake relationship," Brooke shrugged and took a spoonful of her sundae.

Dean almost placed his hand on Brooke's mouth. "Hey, be careful of what you say." He looked around and thankfully, no one was near enough to hear what Brooke had said.

Brooke chuckled. "Oops, sorry."

After a few minutes of silence, Brooke spoke up. "You're not that bad, you know."

Right then, Dean spotted a couple of paparazzi by the tree in front of them. He placed a hand on Brooke's cheek and then leaned in to kiss her. Of course, Brooke was surprised, but she knew it was all for the cameras.

As Dean pulled away, she couldn't help but look down on her hands; the place on her lips where Dean kissed her was stinging, and she didn't want to admit to herself, or to him, or to anyone else, that she sort of liked it. She was scared that she might get herself into something more than what she has ever thought of.

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The next morning, Brooke was greeted by the day's newspaper. The front cover almost made her pop.

Finally revealed
The Winchester family kept the identity of Dean Winchester's new girlfriend because they say the girl is 'a very private person'.
But yesterday, a source close to the family revealed the girl's identity - twenty year old Brooke Davis from North Carolina;
a far cry from Dean's previous 'party girl' girlfriends.
Is she the real deal for the infamous bachelor, or is she going to be his next victim?

The article was alongside the photo of them kissing by Dean's car. The thing that made her irritated was how her identity got to the media. She didn't have any plans of letting the whole world know her…at least until they announce her engagement to Dean.

"Going to be his next victim…huh," Brooke whispered dubiously as she threw the newspaper to the bin. She didn't want others to think of her as just another girl Dean is toying with.

A slight knock on her door made her turn around. Ellen poked her head inside the room with a bright smile on her face.

"Have you read the newspaper?" Ellen asked as she entered the room and made her way towards Brooke.

Brooke nodded grimly; she couldn't hide her glum feeling. Ellen wrapped her arm around Brooke's shoulder and gently rubbed it, showing support and consolation.

"Don't worry about what the media thinks of you. You know you're better than what they wrote about you." Sincerity was obvious in Ellen's voice.

Brooke felt nice to know that Dean's family is there to support her. She let her head rest on Ellen's shoulder and whispered, "Thanks."

Ellen looked at her with a smile. "Let's go shopping."

Without thinking, Brooke nodded her head. She spent most of her day helping Ellen and Jo shop for new drapes and curtains for their house, as well as shop for new clothes. Of course, the shopping trip was mostly for the cameras, to make the whole world believe that she was close with the Winchester family.

When they got home, Brooke headed straight to Dean's room – their room. It was dark inside; no light was on. Brooke assumed that Dean wasn't home yet. She fumbled for the light switch, and when the lights turned on, she was surprised to see Dean sitting at the foot of the bed.

Dean didn't even move or look up when the lights turned on. He was so focused on the photo he was looking at. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he stared at the photo of Alice, his true love.

Brooke slowly walked towards Dean. This was her first time to see him like that. "Dean?" she asked, almost as a whisper.

Dean jerked his head up and saw Brooke standing in front of him. He didn't even try to hide the photo; he was drunk and tired of putting up a tough act right now.

"She died three years ago…her car was hit by a truck…her car skidded off the road and…I was too late…I was supposed to be there for her…" Dean whispered, fighting back his tears and his emotions.

Brooke sat beside him. She didn't know what to do or what to say, so she just placed her hand on Dean's back and gently rubbed it to console him. Dean looked at her for a few seconds, and then it hit him – he was letting Brooke into his life.

Before he could say anything stupid, Dean shoved the photo into his pocket and walked out of the room, without even looking back at Brooke.

Brooke, on the other hand, was somewhat dumbfounded. Dean just did his thing again - he was vulnerable one second, and then the next he was back to his arrogant self. Honestly, Brooke wanted to know about Dean more to be able to console him and help him to be his old self again, but it was obvious that Dean won't let her do that.

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When Dean came back to the house later that night at around midnight, he didn't expect to see Brooke by the porch. She never stayed up late, except for that one night when he saw her and Sam sleeping at the couch, so it was a surprise for Dean. Could she have been waiting for him?

As Dean came closer, he noticed a small wooden box on her lap, and she hesitantly closed it when she saw him approaching her.

Earlier, Dean didn't mean to tell Brooke about Alice's accident; heck, he didn't expect her to see him vulnerable. And now that he was sober, he decided to be a little easy on Brooke. She'll be his wife anyway, so why not?

"Why are you still up?" Dean asked as he sat beside her.

Brooke was surprised that Dean actually sat beside her and asked her why she's still up. She took a deep breath and shrugged. "I couldn't sleep."

"That thing I told you earlier…about Alice…let's just forget that, okay?" Dean asked, a bit skeptical.

Brooke nodded gently. "Sure…no problem," she replied quietly.

Dean stared at her and for the first time, he saw how lonely she looked like. His eyes landed on the wooden box on her lap. "What's in the box?"

"Memories," Brooke replied with a whisper. When she saw the vulnerable side of Dean when he told her about his girlfriend's accident, Brooke couldn't help but remember her times with Lucas.

"Was he your boyfriend?" Dean pointed to the photo of Lucas that Brooke was holding.

Brooke nodded. This whole scene made her feel awkward; she wasn't used to having a conversation like this with Dean.

Dean nodded and then shrugged. "I don't think he loves you." He knew he was not in the position to tell her that, but he wanted to voice his opinion.

Brooke almost gasped. "Excuse me?"

"I don't think he loves you," Dean repeated.

Brooke scoffed; how dare he say that? "You know nothing about Lucas."

"Trust me, Brooke; if he loves you, he should've fought for you. He should've taken you away from me or at least tried to stop you from leaving Tree Hill."

It was Brooke's first time to hear Dean sound so serious and thoughtful. The more she thought about what he said, the more it made her realize that he has a point. That was the first time she doubted Lucas. Maybe Lucas doesn't love her enough to stand up for their relationship.

"Are you okay?" Dean's voice pulled her out from her thoughts.

Brooke faked a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

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