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22: Unsuspecting Sunday Afternoon

Dean and Brooke stayed in Tree Hill for a couple more days to spend some quiet time together – away from the busy streets of New York – after helping Haley and Nathan patch things up before they came back to the Big Apple. After the ten-hour drive, both Dean and Brooke were exhausted when they arrived at their condo around twelve midnight and went straight to bed.

At around two in the morning, Brooke woke up; she heard something from the living room. She sat up and shook Dean's shoulder, but her husband was in deep sleep. She took a deep breath and got out of the bed and grabbed a baseball bat from Dean's cabinet.

As she came closer to the living room, a loud knock on the front door could be heard – that was what woke her up. She tightened her grip on the bat as she came closer to the door.

"Who is it?" Brooke asked.

"Brooke? Is that you?"

Brooke would recognize that voice anywhere. She quickly opened the door and was surprised to see the redhead in front of her. It's been two years since she last saw the redhead, and to be honest, Brooke somewhat missed her then partner in crime.

"Rachel...what are you doing here at this time of night?" Brooke asked as she let the redhead in.

Rachel half smiled and gave Brooke a hug first. She did miss the bubbly brunette. "Can I stay here for a while?"

Brooke was taken aback by Rachel's question. "Why?"

Rachel had been moving from one place to another for the past couple of months now, and when she found out that Brooke has a place in Manhattan, she didn't hesitate to find the brunette.

Brooke watched as Rachel clutched her bag closer to her chest; as if there was something inside it that she didn't want Brooke to see.

"It's just a night or two…until I find a permanent place." Rachel tried to sound as good as possible.

Brooke considered it and then nodded; Rachel was her friend anyway. She motioned for Rachel to follow her and led the redhead to the guest room. As Rachel walked through the large condo unit of Brooke, she couldn't help but smile.

Right after Brooke toured Rachel around the house, she went back to her bedroom and fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

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The next day, Dean was greeted by the morning sun. He turned around and saw Brooke still asleep. For a moment, Dean watched the brunette sleep; she looked so peaceful. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have Brooke in his life. He quickly pulled himself back to reality and jumped out of the bed and went straight ahead to the kitchen to make some breakfast to surprise Brooke. Since Dean and Brooke's wedding, Dean got used to wearing only his shorts every morning.

While Dean was scanning the contents of the ref to see what he could cook, he saw a woman pass by the kitchen in his peripheral view. Dean slammed the ref shut and looked at the woman; she was only wearing an oversized shirt.

"Who are you?" Dean asked as he looked at the woman from head to toe.

Rachel grinned and had to fight back the growl she wanted to make; Brooke's husband looked so hot in his shorts. "I'm Brooke's friend."

Dean frowned in confusion and then tried to remember if anything happened the night before. When he came up with nothing, he marched to their room and shook Brooke's shoulders gently. It took him a couple of nudges before Brooke finally opened her eyes.

"What?" Brooke groaned.

"There's someone in our house," Dean said; his eyes widened in a funny way.

Brooke sat up and saw Rachel standing by the door and gasped. "Rachel Gatina, go change your clothes. This is my house, in case you forgot."

Rachel chuckled and waved her hand. "If that's what you want."

Dean sat beside Brooke and looked at her with a questioning look on his face. "Who is she?"

Brooke got out of the bed and went to the adjoining bathroom. "She's a high school friend."

"I never saw her in your photo albums." Dean grabbed a pair of jeans from his dresser. "And when did she come here?"

"Last night." Brooke stood by the bathroom door as she watched Dean put on his pants.

"And you didn't tell me?"

Brooke shrugged. "I tried to wake you up."

"How long is she staying here?" Dean asked; it was obvious in his tone that he didn't want anyone else in their house, but since the redhead was Brooke's friend, he didn't protest.

Before Brooke could answer, Rachel entered their room without even knocking. "It's for you," she told Dean as she handed him the cordless phone.

Dean looked at Rachel before grabbing the phone; he really didn't want someone else to live with him and Brooke.

"Aren't you going to take that call?" Rachel asked Dean with a smile.

Brooke knew that kind of smile, and she didn't like it.

Dean removed his gaze from the redhead and brought the phone to his ears. "Who's this?" he asked.

It was John. The receptionist called him earlier that morning to tell him that a redhead asked to be led to Dean and Brooke's apartment, and that the redhead never came out of the room. John's first thought was it had something to do with Dean; after all, his son was a womanizer. When Dean explained to his father that the redhead was Brooke's friend, John heaved a sigh of relief.

While Dean talked on the phone, Brooke dragged Rachel out of their room and led her to the living room.

"When are you leaving?" Brooke blurted out.

Rachel chuckled. "I told you – once I find a permanent place."

Brooke pouted her lips and thought of what to do. "Get dressed; we'll go house hunting today."

"Whoa Brooke, what's the matter? I get the feeling that you're kicking me out." Rachel folded her arms across her chest.

Brooke faked a smile and stared intently at Rachel. "Yeah, something like that."

The redhead scoffed. "What did I do?"

"I don't like the way you look at my husband." Brooke knew Rachel enough to say that she knows the stuff that goes through the redhead's mind. Brooke also knew that Rachel wouldn't mind having an affair with a tied man; Brooke could still remember the time Rachel tried to steal Lucas from her.

Rachel rolled her eyes and inched closer towards Brooke. "I've changed, Brooke. I'm not that girl anymore," she said; it sounded like the line was rehearsed or something.

"Fine," Brooke muttered. "One week and then you're out." Brooke walked out of the living room and went to her room to check on her husband.

As Rachel watched the brunette walk away, a small smile formed on her lips.

-----

Lucas Scott woke up to a feeling of dread. The rain pouring lightly outside the window was meant to give him some peace of mind like it usually does when he was younger, but now it was daunting. He rolled over to the other side of his bed and looked at the calendar.

It was already Sunday.

Karen, his mother, was supposed to call two days ago, but she didn't call last Friday. Even though she was now living away with Keith, and their daughter Lily, Lucas still wanted to make sure that his mother was okay. Besides, he got used to getting phone calls from her every Friday; it was the only way he could talk to her and Keith and check on his little sister.

Also, he felt like something would happen - something he wouldn't like.

He tried to close his eyes and sleep again but failed.

-----

"So?" Sam Winchester asked his father right after John ended his phone conversation with Dean.

John Winchester ordered the receptionist in Dean's apartment to inform him if anything unexpected happens. The receptionist didn't call him since Dean and Brooke's wedding, so John was somewhat relieved. But earlier this morning, the receptionist called and told him that a woman asked to be brought to his son's apartment in the middle of night and didn't come out again. John's initial thought was that Dean was womanizing.

Sam thought of the same thing, too. Though he knew that his brother has changed for Brooke, and that Dean was now happy with his wife, he feared that Dean might have gone back to his old ways. He couldn't help but begin to worry; what would happen if Dean was womanizing? What would happen to Brooke? Sam pushed aside those thoughts and told himself that his brother would not do anything to hurt Brooke.

John looked at Sam and let out a smile of relief. "The woman is a friend of Brooke; nothing to worry about."

Sam let out a sigh of relief and chuckled. "I knew it," he murmured.

"Brooke has really changed your brother," John said. He didn't need to ask Sam how that happened; he knew Dean quite well even when Dean was a mess. John knew that Dean has feelings for Brooke; he saw it in the way Dean looked at Brooke and the way he talks to her. "We're really lucky to have Brooke."

Sam smiled. "She's like a blessing, really. I began to think that Dean was hopeless back then, before you brought Brooke into our lives."

"The only problem is keeping our secret from the media," John said. "Your brother is finally happy; I don't want the media to take away his new found life."

"You know Dean." Sam chuckled. "The media doesn't get to him."

-----

Although Rachel promised Brooke that she had changed, Brooke still insisted on looking for a new place to stay for Rachel for two main reasons. First of all, she and Dean were only new to married life (though they had been staying with each other since the arrangement started) and she wanted Dean all to herself. Second, Brooke knew Rachel quite well, and she knew that Rachel was a very deceptive woman; she would be really pissed if Rachel tries to trick her.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked. He was propped on the bed, watching TV.

Brooke grabbed her purse from her dresser and then walked to her husband. "Apartment hunting," she said as she sat beside her husband.

"Why do you have to go with her? Come on, we could do some other stuff here while she's out." Dean leaned closer to Brooke and gave her a kiss.

The kiss lasted more than it was meant to. One moment, they were just sitting beside each other, the next; Dean was already on top of Brooke. Brooke wrapped her arms around Dean's neck.

"Rachel won't," she said as soon as she pulled away to stop Dean from kissing her again; one more kiss and she knew she wouldn't be able to resist the urge to stay at home. "She won't go find a house if I'm not with her to make sure that she's looking for one."

Dean frowned and then heaved a sigh. "I knew – from the moment I saw her – that she's going to be a..." He didn't mind to finish his sentence and gave Brooke one last kiss instead. "What time are you coming home?"

Brooke licked her lips as she tried to regain full composure; she still feels like a love struck teen after a make out session with Dean. "I don't know. I'll bring home dinner."

"Cas is coming," Dean said; he almost forgot about it. "It's okay, right?"

Brooke smiled and nodded; Castiel was like a part of the family in some way, so it was more than okay to have him over for dinner.

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"Rachel!" Brooke gushed as she hurried after the redhead. "We are not going that way."

Rachel turned to look at Brooke and kinked her eyebrows. "I thought we're going shopping."

"No," Brooke said firmly. "I said we're going to find you an apartment. Come on." Brooke grabbed Rachel's arm and pulled her to face the other direction of the sidewalk. "God, this is so like handling a teenager," Brooke muttered.

Rachel pulled away from Brooke's grip and stood still in front of the brunette; she wouldn't let Brooke find an apartment for her now. No. She was quite pleased with the fact that Brooke's place was large and comfortable, plus she has a hot husband.

"B, can't we just go bonding for now?" Rachel said.

Brooke shook her head. "Not until we find a place."

But before Rachel could say anything, a woman called out Brooke's name. Brooke turned around and saw Ellen a few feet away from them. Brooke, who was already getting annoyed with Rachel, felt relieved to see Ellen.

"Hi," Ellen said as she greeted Brooke with an earthy hug. "What are you doing here?"

Brooke smiled. "I'm helping my friend -"

"Hi, I'm Rachel Gatina." Rachel extended a hand for Ellen to shake.

Ellen just looked at the hand for a moment; she thought that Rachel was rude. "Hi," she finally said and took Rachel's hand and then turned to look at Brooke. "Care to have lunch with me?"

Brooke deliberated whether to agree or not, and then nodded. She could spare Rachel for a day and look for an apartment tomorrow, or better yet, just call a real estate agent. The brunette excused herself for a moment from Ellen and instructed Rachel to meet her back here after two hours. Without hesitation, Rachel bade goodbye and left Ellen and Brooke.

Ellen brought Brooke to the nearest restaurant and picked the table farthest from the windows; Ellen hated being photographed by the paparazzi.

"So how's life with my stepson?" Ellen asked with a smile. She took the menu on the table and scanned it.

A waiter approached the table and gave Brooke a bright smile. "May I take your order?"

"I'll have a Lobster Thermidor," Ellen said and then turned to Brooke. "What about you, darling?"

"Grilled Salmon," Brooke said.

With that, the waiter left their table and headed back to the kitchen.

"We're happy," Brooke said, answering Ellen's question before the waiter came. "Life with Dean is okay. He's fun to be with."

Ellen beamed with delight. "That's really good to hear. Anyway, that friend of yours – what is she doing in your condo?"

"She needs a place to stay at for a while. We were supposed to look for an apartment for her today."

Ellen nodded and then she looked at Brooke intently, as if she noticed something she didn't notice when she saw Brooke a while ago.

Brooke eyed Ellen curiously as Ellen's eyes travelled from Brooke's chest to her face.

"You're glowing," Ellen said.

Brooke smiled awkwardly; she didn't know where this was going. "Thanks..."

"Honey, are you pregnant?"

There was a short silence before Brooke suddenly laughed. "What? No."

Unlike Brooke, Ellen didn't find the moment amusing. "You're glowing and your bosom got bigger."

Brooke couldn't tell which was weirder - Ellen asking her if she's pregnant or the fact that Ellen knew how big her boobs were.

Before Brooke could say anything, the waiter came back with their order, and the rest of their lunch was spent talking about John's business and how he thinks that Dean should be more involved with the business and then talked about their plans for Thanksgiving, which was a month away. After the lunch with Ellen, Brooke went back to the shop where she was supposed to meet Rachel. When Brooke remembered what Ellen told her earlier, Brooke stood in front of the large mall window and examined her reflection carefully. After a few moments, Brooke realized that Ellen was right. She grabbed her phone from her purse and texted Rachel that their search for an apartment was cancelled, and then went back home.

When Brooke arrived, Dean was nowhere in sight, but there was a note plastered on the wall beside their house alarm.

Mrs. Winchester,

I got a feeling that you might get home early, so I want you to know that I'm gonna meet with Cas. We'll be there tonight for dinner.

Your hot husband

Brooke laughed and looked at her husband's note with a gleeful beam in her eyes. She couldn't help but think of how much Dean has changed. She then remembered what she had to do and went to the bathroom in their room and opened a small cabinet beside the towel rack. Behind all the deodorants and shampoo bottles, she found what she was looking for.

Brooke sat down on the lid of the toilet and read the instructions on the box twice. If the little screen displayed a plus sign, she might be pregnant; however, if it was a straight line, she might've just been eating a lot lately.

Three minutes - it didn't seem like a long time, but to Brooke, it felt like it was the longest three minutes of her entire life. A few seconds later, a small little figure appeared on the screen. A small smile spread across her face and her stunning hazel eyes sparkled.

There it was - a plus sign for everyone to see.

-----

Just to be sure that the result of the test she took earlier was right, Brooke went to a doctor. As she sat there, waiting for the doctor to come back with the results, she thought of how Dean would react. Would he be happy? Did he want to become a father? Brooke told herself that Dean loves her; therefore, he would surely be happy once she tells him the news.

"Well, Mrs. Winchester," the doctor said with a smile on her face as she entered the room, "Congratulations, you're going to be a mom."

A smile spread across Brooke's face. She thanked the doctor, bought food for dinner, and quickly went back to their condo. When she arrived there, Dean was already home, watching sports with Castiel.

"How did the house hunting thing go?" Dean asked when he heard Brooke enter.

Brooke didn't say a word until she was sitting on the couch beside Dean. "I cancelled it," she said and then turned to look at Castiel. "Hi Cas."

Castiel smiled. "You don't mind if I have dinner with you guys, right?"

"You're welcome here anytime," Brooke said.

"And you might meet Brooke's friend tonight; she's staying with us. Let's hope you and Rachel will get together so she can stay at your place instead." Dean winked at Castiel.

Castiel immediately got the hint, but he wasn't interested. "Very classy, Dean. You know I don't like it when you hook me up."

Dean laughed but before he could say something, Brooke grabbed his hand and told him that she had to tell him something in private. The two of them left the living room and walked hand in hand as Brooke led Dean to their bedroom.

The moment the door closed, Brooke released Dean's hand and sat on the edge of their bed without saying a word.

Dean thought there was something wrong; he sat beside his wife and looked at her with a worried expression. "Something wrong?"

Brooke tried to suppress a laugh because of the look on Dean's face. "I had lunch with Ellen earlier."

"Is something wrong with them?" Dean asked.

Brooke shook her head. "She said John's planning on getting you involved with your family business and that she wants us to celebrate Thanksgiving with them, but that's not what I want to tell you. Ellen kind of mentioned that I gained a little weight, she said my boobs got bigger."

"Yeah, I noticed that," Dean said with a huge grin on his face. "I didn't know Ellen knew the size of -"

Before Dean could go on, Brooke cut him off. "And then I went to the doctor."

"Why did you go to the doctor?" Dean asked; his eyes focused on Brooke, the grin on his face gone.

Brooke looked at him and then smiled. "I'm pregnant."

For a moment, Brooke couldn't explain the look on Dean's face. He was utterly silent, which made Brooke feel like he didn't want to have a family with her.

"Are you sure?" Dean asked after a few moments.

Brooke nodded without taking her eyes off of Dean.

A wide grin suddenly appeared on Dean's face. "It's about damn time!" he boomed with delight and then wrapped his arms around Brooke. "I've been waiting for you to get pregnant. God, I can't believe it! We're gonna be parents!"

Brooke laughed; Dean sounded so happy. She hugged him back and kissed him after.

-----

The rest of Luke's afternoon was spent editing the novel he was writing. He received a call earlier from his editor, Lindsey Strauss, telling him that there was something missing in the few chapters that he sent her. To his dismay, he couldn't find anything, which made him wonder what Lindsey was talking about. He was about to call and ask her when his phone rang.

The moment Brooke's name flashed on the screen, he answered the call without hesitation.

"Brooke," he greeted; he sounded unusually cheery.

"Hey," Brooke replied. "How's that novel you're writing?"

Lucas suddenly felt like he had something to use as an inspiration. His eyes darted to the small picture frame beside his laptop; inside was a photo of him and Brooke during their high school days. "Fine," he answered. "It's getting better."

"Good," Brooke replied in a rushed way. "I've to tell you something."

It was only then when the feeling of dread he felt earlier this morning came back to him. Brooke sounded both excited and wary at the same time, which made her sound awkward.

"Yeah?" Lucas asked carefully.

There was a short pause before Brooke spoke again. "I'm having a baby."

Every ounce of strength seemed to be drained out of Lucas. He deliberated whether Brooke was just fooling around, but judging by the tone of her voice, he knew she wasn't. It only meant one thing: Brooke was in love with Dean, unless her past time now was having sex with Dean.

"Good for you," Lucas managed to say when the lump on his throat ebbed. "H-How far along are you?"

"I'm one month pregnant," Brooke replied. "Luke..."

Lucas cleared his throat and tried to sound as pleasant as possible. "Its okay, Cheery. No need to worry."

"Just to let you know," Brooke said, "you're the first one I called...after I told Dean."

"Great," he answered stiffly. Did Brooke think that he would be consoled by the fact that he was the first one she called? "Call me if you need anything."

The feeling of dread was becoming much harder to ignore. When he woke up this morning, he felt like something he didn't like would happen, and he was right. After his phone call with Brooke, Lucas sat up from his chair and slumped himself on his bed. He didn't feel like going back to writing his novel, not after the news Brooke had just delivered, which was bad news for him.

Suddenly, jealousy overcame the feeling of dread. He was supposed to be the one to have a family with Brooke, not Dean.

Brooke's preggers! Are you happy that she is? Feel sad for Luke? Tell me what you think.