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8: You're Gonna Love Tomorrow

A month had passed since the death anniversary of Mary Winchester, and since then some changes happened. Dean and Brooke are somewhat comfortable with each other now. Of course, they still have arguments here and there, but they learned how to cope with each other's personalities. Brooke also became incredibly close to Sam and Jo; she now considers them as her best friends in New York.

"Hurry up Sam!" Jo gushed excitedly.

Sam chuckled and then shook his head; he had been walking for almost two hours, following Brooke and Jo whenever they went. He started to think that agreeing to go shopping with the girls was a mistake.

"Seriously, how many shops do you have to raid?" Sam asked playfully.

Brooke laughed and dragged Sam to yet another boutique. Brooke and Jo spent 20 minutes trying on various styles of clothes while Sam waited patiently. Right after they were done paying the clothes they wanted, Sam begged the two girls to take a rest, and to which they complied.

"I'm really glad you're the one Dad picked to…you know…instead of some random bimbo." Jo kinked her eyebrows and then winked at Brooke.

Brooke laughed and was actually flattered by what Jo said. "Thanks."

"I knew – from the first time I saw you – that you're a great person," Jo added. She rested her head on Brooke's shoulder. "You're the sister I never had."

"Aww," Sam cooed. "You two are adorable," he teased.

Brooke laughed, while Jo playfully smacked her half-brother's arm.

"Seriously guys, if you two aren't there for me, I'd be insane." Brooke winked.

Jo chuckled. "Yeah; Dean's really that hard to cope with."

All three of them laughed in unison once again. This was probably the first time Brooke really enjoyed herself since the day she was arranged to marry Dean Winchester; her life went upside down since then. So it was really great to have Sam and Jo as friends.

A tall blonde girl around her 20s stopped right in front of the three and then smiled when she recognized the boy's face. "Hey Sam," she greeted.

Sam looked up and a smile spread across his face in an instant when he saw the blonde. "Hi Jess." He stood up to give the blonde a warm hug. "It's so nice to see you again."

Jessica returned the hug and gave Sam a small peck on his cheeks. Sam almost looked like he blushed. Both Brooke and Jo had to stifle a smile.

By the way Sam and the blonde girl smiled at each other, Brooke could easily assume that they have something going on between them. Brooke inched closer to Jo and asked in a low voice, "Who is she?"

Jo smiled at glanced at her half-brother, who was now busy catching up with the blonde girl. "Her name's Jessica - Sam's childhood crush."

Brooke couldn't help but smile; she didn't know Sam had a childhood crush. "Sam didn't tell me anything about her."

Jo shrugged and took a sip from her latte. "Well, all I know is they're childhood friends."

Brooke and Jo glanced towards the cute couple, if they can call them that, and a small smile graced their lips. Sam and Jessica did look good together.

After a couple of minutes, Brooke and Jo decided to go look for something to leave Sam and Jessica alone; those two needed a lot of catching up to do. And before they left, Brooke even managed to whisper to Sam that he should get Jessica's number. Sam, of course, managed to stifle a laugh; Brooke could get really spunky at times.

The dynamic duo – Brooke and Jo - spent a good hour shopping for shoes and they were just in time when they came back to the café; Jessica was already leaving. Brooke made an effort to give her tall friend some hints that he should get her number.

"I like her," Brooke gushed as they walked out of the café. "She's tall and pretty and…blonde."

Sam chuckled. "I think someone," he rolled his eyes towards Jo, "told you something about me and Jess."

Brooke shook her head like a little child. "No…no one told me about anything. I just noticed it by the way you looked at her."

Sam chuckled once again and then shook his head. "I think you've had too much Frappe."

"Nah," Brooke giggled.

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Dean had been thinking. Oh, he had been thinking a lot lately. It was bothering him because he never paid attention to anything for a long time now, and when he met the beautiful brunette, his life started to change its course. Not that he was starting to get all mushy, but there was something about Brooke that made him think twice before doing something now. What bothers him most is the fact that when he comes home late at night, he developed the habit of watching Brooke sleep for a couple of minutes; it was something he both loved and hated doing.

Now, as he entered their estate, he couldn't help but wonder why he was wasting his time thinking of the sudden changes in his life. Darn those changes; he's sure he will be back to his old normal self in no time. He parked his Impala at the garage at the back of the house, instead of his usual parking spot in front of the house.

When he got in, it took him only a couple of minutes to find out that there wasn't anyone home except for the maids, so he jogged up to his room and decided to take a shower and clear his head. As he stood under the running water from the shower, Dean couldn't help but think of Alice and compare her to Brooke.

Alice was lady-like in every way; she was probably the most polite and good-mannered person he knew. She was gentle and patient with him, and she always knew what was right for him. And then there's Brooke who's spunky and hardheaded, yet she seems like she wanted to help him change his life.

Dean scoffed and took a deep sigh; he didn't have to pity himself for how messed up he was. He tried to clear his mind and push all his thoughts away just for a moment. And when he finally did, Brooke's face popped once again in his mind.

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Brooke entered the huge Winchester house with a big smile on her face; today was surely the most fun-filled day she had ever since she went to New York. She fished out her cell phone from her pocket and sent a text message to Sam saying that she's already home; the three of them went on their separate ways after their shopping spree – Brooke decided to go home, Jo had to go to her friend's house, while Sam had to drop by at their father's company. So as Brooke went up the stairs, she thought she was going to be all alone in the house until dinner. When she opened the door to her room though, she gasped.

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As Dean stepped out of the shower, he realized he didn't bring any towel with him. It was no biggie; nobody's home anyway. So he went out of the adjoining bathroom in his room and went towards the closet when someone suddenly opened the door.

A gasp came out of Brooke's mouth when she saw Dean's bottom facing her. "Oh my god!"

Dean was quick to grab something to cover his lower body before he turned to face Brooke, who was now covering her eyes.

"Oh my god!" Brooke shrieked. "Your…it's…get dressed or something!"

Dean chuckled and thought the whole situation was funny. He shook his head and grabbed some clothes from his closet and then went back inside the bathroom. Brooke, on the other hand, felt like she was scarred for life or something. But she had to admit, Dean did have a nice…

Dean came out of the bathroom a couple of minutes later, this time dressed in a shirt and boxers, and sat at the edge of the bed. "You look pretty funny a while ago."

Brooke scoffed and shook her head as she headed towards the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.

"Seriously, your eyes were going to pop," Dean teased. "Haven't you seen a naked guy before?"

Brooke came out of the bathroom with a towel in hand. "Let's not talk about that. I might have nightmares for a week."

"Oh come on, you gotta admit that I look fine." Dean chuckled and shot Brooke his charming smile.

Brooke chuckled and went to her side of the bed and looked around. "Are you sleeping in the bed?"

Dean nodded.

Brooke was surprised; they agreed that they'd never be in the same bed together. "But…"

Dean plopped himself on the left side of the bed. "We're gonna be husband and wife."

"But that doesn't mean we have to sleep together." Brooke knew it was to no avail; Dean has his own mind – it changes like the way a person changes clothes – so trying to reason with him would be of no good. She plopped down on her side of the bed and sighed.

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Brooke woke up to find an empty space on the bed next to her. She didn't mind it; she was used to waking up without Dean in the room anymore. She took a quick shower and then headed downstairs to eat breakfast.

When she got to the kitchen, John Winchester was there, having his morning coffee and reading a newspaper. Brooke wasn't really that close to John; they only talk to each other if John wants her and Dean to do something, or at dinner, out of formality. And to be honest, she was slightly intimidated by John, maybe because he's a very successful man, and because of the way the man holds himself. So when she arrived at the kitchen, she just gave him a slight nod and a smile.

John returned the smile and went on with reading the day's newspaper. Although he doesn't show it much, he really appreciates Brooke's help to make Dean look nice. At first, he thought the arrangement was going to turn out bad, but as the weeks passed, Brooke and Dean seem like they have it all sorted out; he also found Brooke as a smart and stunning girl.

"Brooke, can I talk to you for a second?" John asked as he placed down the newspaper.

Brooke nodded and joined him at the table with a coffee mug clutched between her hands.

John smiled at her and for a moment, Brooke saw something in his eyes; something she couldn't understand. "What do you think of the arrangement?"

She was caught off guard with his question. "Well, I…" she couldn't find the right words to say; it was as if she can't voice her feelings to him. "I…I did it for my family."

John could clearly see that Brooke was still finding it hard to accept the arrangement, though she seems to do a very good job when it comes to acting as Dean's girlfriend. "I'm sorry for putting you in this situation."

Brooke could see that he was sincere. "Why me?" she blurted out. She had been meaning to ask him that question since the day she arrived at the Winchester estate, but never had the courage to ask.

John sighed and felt sympathy for Brooke. "Your father and I are good friends. He always talks about you, and when the thought of making Dean get married entered my mind, you were the first girl that popped in my mind, and I honestly think that you're great and that I made the right choice."

John's phone suddenly buzzed and he excused himself to take the call. As Brooke watched John speak quietly to the phone, she was somewhat flattered with what he said about her being 'the right choice', but then again, who else in their right mind would want to get married to the infamous Dean Winchester?

Well, hundreds of girls would want to marry him; he was rich and a gorgeous guy. The only problem was his attitude, which he became famous for. Tabloids and the media always follow him wherever he goes because his bar-hopping and womanizing was very 'media' worthy.

"Brooke," John called to her as he ended the phone call. "I have to go. Duty calls." He winked at her.

Brooke chuckled and said goodbye to him. After finishing her morning coffee, Brooke decided to go out; after all, it has been a long time since she spent some time alone. Since she became a part of the Winchesters, she was always with them. And when the Winchesters aren't around, she just sulks in their house.

She went out and walked to the park and enjoyed it; it was something she missed doing. Some people can already recognize her, and she was glad that they didn't approach her or ask questions about Dean.

It was around two-thirty in the afternoon when a couple of paparazzi approached her. At first, they only followed her, but they slowly began to call her attention. When she kept ignoring them, they started to approach her.

"Ms. Davis, can we talk to you?" One male asked.

Brooke ignored them and kept walking, but another one, a female, suddenly popped in front of her. "Ms. Davis, what can you say about Dean Winchester?"

"No comment," Brooke said as she pushed her way past the reporters.

They ignored Brooke's reply and bugged her again with more questions. It was Brooke's first time to face the paparazzi alone, and she didn't know how to deal with them. They kept on taking pictures and asking her questions.

Just as she was about to lose her mind, she caught a glimpse of Dean's car heading towards her direction. Dean immediately jumped out of his Impala.

"Hey!" he called out as he made his way towards Brooke and the paparazzi surrounding her. The reporters immediately turned their cameras towards Dean and started taking pictures of him.

Brooke was surprised to see him looking upset as he pushed his way past the reporters. He grabbed Brooke by her waist when he got to her and glared at the reporters. "Stop bugging her," he said through clenched teeth. The message was clear and concise, and the reporters started to back away.

Dean ushered Brooke to his car and helped her get inside the car. Brooke was certain enough that the look in Dean's eyes was the same look when Jeff tried to flirt with her.

"What were you doing out there?" Dean asked; his eyes still focused on the road.

"I decided to go for a walk."

Dean's grip on the wheel tightened. "You went out without telling me." His tone was very much reprimanding.

Brooke suddenly felt like screaming; the nerve of him to say that. "So now I'm supposed to ask for your permission before I can go out?" She couldn't hide the irritation in her voice.

"Yes," Dean replied firmly.

"I can't believe you." Brooke scoffed. "And tell me, how can I even ask for your permission when you're drinking your ass out in some bar, huh? You're not the boss of me."

Dean glared at her, but Brooke didn't even flinch. They both detested this situation, but no one was willing to give up first. "I'm going to be your husband, so you do as I say," Dean said as he started to drive faster.

"It's just an arrangement."

Dean's glare became fiercer as his grip on the wheel tightened. But instead of saying another word, he just turned on the radio and blasted AC/DC's She's Got Balls. They spent the whole trip back to the house without talking or looking at each other.

When they arrived home, Sam was the only one there, reading a book at the living room. Dean headed straight to his room, making loud thuds as he climbed the stairs and slamming the door of his room; Brooke, on the other hand, went straight to Sam.

Sam could clearly see that they had a fight, and chose not to ask or say anything unless Brooke says something.

"I can't believe your brother," Brooke scoffed as she propped herself on the couch beside Sam.

Sam looked at her and had to stifle a laugh; Brooke looked so adorable when she's irritated. "What did he do?"

Brooke rolled her eyes and scoffed; she didn't want to talk about it. "He's just…argh…"

Sam laughed as she watched Brooke. "Don't let him get to you."

Brooke sighed and sulked in the couch. "I don't even know why I got myself into this. I mean, I did this for my father…but I don't know why I agreed to do this in the first place."

Sam reached for Brooke's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze; it was the only way he knows how to comfort her. "You're a great woman; I know you'll figure this thing out."

"I don't know…I miss my family so much. I feel like I'm all alone here." Brooke spoke quietly.

Sam looked at her with an honest smile on his face. "You have me."

At that moment, Brooke somehow felt like she found a friend and a brother in Sam. Their bond was something she can't explain, even from the start.

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Dean woke up the next day to see that Brooke wasn't in their room. The day's newspaper was lying on the space next to him instead. He unfolded it and saw a photo of Brooke walking alone in the park, and the next one was of him looking mad, and the last one was of him grabbing Brooke by her waist as he ushered her to his car.

The article said that Brooke was found walking alone at the park late in the afternoon, and when the paparazzi asked her about their relationship, she said that she didn't want to comment on it. The article further added that when the paparazzi began to surround Brooke, Dean came out of nowhere and was obviously angry at the paparazzi for cornering the brunette.

"Great," he grumbled as he threw the newspaper to the bedside table. He fell asleep again and when he woke up again, it was already late in the afternoon, and there was still no sign of Brooke in their room.

After taking a bath, he went downstairs and there he found Brooke, talking to Sam. He didn't want to admit it, but whenever he sees Brooke with Sam, he always feels a pang of jealousy.

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Ever since Dean and Brooke arrived yesterday, obviously mad at each other, Sam couldn't help but wonder what they fought about. When Brooke came down the stairs this morning, he took the opportunity to try and ask her. That's how they ended up at the couch together.

Brooke told him that she was tired of Dean bossing her around, and that she didn't like the way he acts nice to her and then becomes a jerk again. Sam told her that Dean has been like that to everyone since the death of his fiancé, Alice Welsh.

Sam respects his brother enough, even if he was a jerk, so he didn't tell Brooke anything about Alice. Only Dean has the right to do that.

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When John Winchester arrived home later in the afternoon, he asked Dean to come and talk to him at his home office. Dean refused at first because he was sure that his father was going to make him take Brooke out to dinner again – and she was still obviously mad at him – but John insisted, and Dean gave up.

"Are you going to make us go out again? I'm not in the mood." Dean said before his father could even say something.

John sat at his huge chair. "Tomorrow's our Annual Charity Ball."

"So? You know I hate parties like that," Dean scoffed and was about to walk out when John brought out something that made his eyes widen.

"Oh no…tell me you're joking." Dean backed off.

John looked straight into Dean's eye. "It's time, Dean. You'll show up tomorrow whether you like it or not."

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After his talk with his father, Dean spent one whole hour thinking of a way to approach Brooke because she still haven't talked or even looked at him, and ended up without an idea. So he just barged in the living room and stood in front of Brooke.

"I have to talk to you," Dean said.

Brooke looked at him with much irritation. "What?"

Dean sighed. "Let's talk somewhere private." He grabbed Brooke's arm and pulled her from the couch.

Brooke shrugged off Dean's hand. "Don't touch me."

"Brooke!" Dean's voice was a level higher; he didn't have the patience for Brooke's antics.

"Don't shout at her," Sam interfered and stood in between Dean and Brooke.

"Shut up Sam," Dean snapped and was about to grab Brooke again when Sam blocked his way.

Sam shook his head. "Don't treat her like that."

"Last time I checked, I'm her boyfriend, so I can do whatever I want with her." Dean pushed Sam out of his way.

The brothers shared heated stares for a moment. Brooke broke their silence. "Just tell me what you need to tell me."

Dean smiled smugly in front of his younger brother before looking at Brooke. "I need to buy you a dress. You're gonna love tomorrow." A hint of sarcasm could be traced in his tone.

With that, he pulled Brooke's hand and led her out of the house. A minute later, Sam heard Dean's car leaving their driveway. Sam slumped on the couch and shook his head. At that moment, he thought Dean was really hopeless.

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