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24: A Kiss to Build a Dream On

Brooke Davis-Winchester had been standing in front of a mirror for 10 minutes now. She was wearing her most comfortable pair of jeans and a bra. She turned a little to her side to see how much her stomach had changed and began to wonder what she'd look like when she's in her final trimester.

"You look like you ate a whole box of pizza."

Brooke turned around and saw Dean standing by their doorway with a grin plastered on his face. She was about to say something when Dean chuckled and walked towards her.

"I was just kidding," he said as he wrapped his arms around Brooke's waist. "You look good."

Brooke scoffed. "I'll be huge soon."

"So? You'd still look good." Dean planted a soft kiss on Brooke's shoulder. "Now get a shirt on. Sam and Jess just arrived with Jo."

As soon as Dean mentioned Jo's name, he suddenly remembered something that happened a couple of nights ago...

"Dude, you have to be there," Dean said through his phone as he walked to the kitchen. "Brooke wants everyone to be there at the 25th."

Castiel chuckled. "Who else is coming?"

Dean took a bottle of beer from the ref. "Just you and Bobby. You know how tight those two are. Sam invited Jess too."

"Looks like Brooke won't take no for an answer. Tell her I'll be there. Besides, my folks are out of the country. How's Brooke, by the way?"

"She's doing great. She's out with Jo today to buy Christmas decors," Dean said with a small smile. He could still remember how excited Brooke was when Ellen asked her to plan a little Christmas party that will be held at the Winchester Mansion.

Rachel, who just arrived from a party, saw Dean in the kitchen. When she realized that Brooke was not home, she snuck up behind Dean and traced a finger from his neck to his waist and then rested her hand on the small of his back.

"Well, tell Brooke I said hi," Castiel said. "And tell her that I'll drop by on Wednesday and bring her some mangoes."

Dean laughed. "Good; she's going crazy over mangoes since last week. Anyway, I have to go."

"See you soon," Castiel said, and then hung up.

"Hey babe; didn't hear you come in," Dean said without turning around. Instead, he took a swig from his beer bottle.

Rachel, who had been standing behind Dean with her hand rested on his back, expected that he would turn around as soon as he ends his phone call, but he did not. Her lips formed into a smirk. "Did you miss me?"

Dean, who thought that it was Brooke who traced a finger on his back, turned around with a mortified look on his face the moment he heard Rachel's voice.

"You look like a deer caught in headlights," Rachel said.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean asked as soon as he regained composure; he was clearly not pleased.

Rachel kinked an eyebrow as a thought popped into her mind. "You know, I've been thinking -"

"I didn't know you could think," Dean snapped.

"Watch your mouth," Rachel retorted. "I know things about you. Don't try my patience, Dean."

Dean was taken aback. "What're you talking about?"

A crooked smirk spread across Rachel's face, but she didn't say a word. With that, she left Dean alone in the kitchen with a bothered look on his face.

A loud squeal pulled Dean back to reality. He turned around and realized that he was now alone in the bedroom. A few seconds later, he heard Brooke say, "You brought me mangoes!" followed by Sam's laughter.

Dean let out a small sigh and slumped himself on the bed. He was still uncertain whether Rachel does know something or whether she's just fooling around. Since that night, he barely saw Rachel in the condo, so he never got another chance to confront her. What bothered him was the look on Rachel's face when she told him that she 'knows things' about him. Another thing that bothered him was the fact that he didn't tell Brooke anything about it. He knew that Brooke would just get upset, and he didn't want to ruin her happy mood.

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Two days later...

"Tutor wife!" Brooke said excitedly as she wrapped an arm around her best friend. "I missed you so much!"

Haley smiled warmly and returned the hug. "I missed you too, Tigger." She then pulled away from Brooke's hug and turned to Dean. "Hey," she greeted with a smile.

Dean smiled back and nodded.

"I'm glad you agreed to spend a couple of days here," Haley mused.

Since they were in high school, Brooke and the rest of her best friends spent almost every Christmas together. They sometimes went out of town; sometimes they just have a little party at Brooke's or Haley's house. But this year, Brooke won't be able to celebrate it with them because she'll spend the holidays with her new family, so Haley decided to invite Brooke and Dean over for a couple of nights a week before Christmas.

"Look at you," Brooke said as she took in her friend's baby bump. "You look very...pregnant."

Haley chuckled. "And you're barely showing. Come on, let's get inside. There's someone waiting for you."

The brunette shot Haley a questioning look, but Haley just smiled and pulled Brooke into the house. Dean followed right behind them, carrying the bags they brought, and got his suspicion confirmed when he saw the lanky blonde in the living room; he expected that Lucas would want to talk to Brooke, and Dean knew that his wife wanted to talk to Lucas as well.

"Broody!" she squealed with delight as soon as she spotted her Broody. She quickly went towards him and wrapped him in a tight embrace.

Lucas returned the hug; it had been a long time since he had Brooke in his arms. It felt so good to have her so close to him again. "I missed you too," he said. He then saw Dean standing a few steps behind Brooke, wearing a small frown on his face.

The moment Dean saw how happy Brooke was to see Lucas; he knew that he would have to give the two of them some time to talk. He frowned when he saw the way Lucas wrapped his arms around Brooke; it was like he didn't want to let go.

Just by taking one look between Dean and Lucas, Haley could tell that there was still tension between them. She caught Dean's gaze and locked eyes with him for a moment, as if they were having a silent conversation.

Dean cleared his throat, which made Lucas let go of Brooke. "Haley, where's Nathan?"

"Um, he's at the back, working on his car. I think it'd be pretty great if you help him out," Haley said. Her trust for Dean went a notch higher for doing this – letting Lucas and Brooke catch up – instead of having another fight with Lucas.

"Sure," Dean replied quickly. And then he looked straight at Lucas and gave him a slight but visible nod.

Lucas was surprised to see Dean nod at him. At first he didn't know what to do, but after a moment's hesitation, he nodded in return and looked at Dean in a thankful way.

Brooke looked at her husband affectionately. She could tell that Dean still wasn't comfortable, but he was trying to leave his issues with Lucas behind to make her happy. She gave Dean a small smile before he left the room with Haley.

"So how's your life with Dean?" Lucas asked right after Dean and Haley left the room. Although he didn't like Brooke's relationship with Dean, he knew how much Brooke loved Dean, and the way Dean acted earlier somehow eased the tension he felt towards Brooke's husband.

Brooke let out a smile; it was enough to answer his question. "I'm happy with him. He's really changed a lot."

Lucas nodded and looked down and stared at the floor for a few moments before he spoke up. "I missed this; you know... just you and me." He looked at Brooke and let out a small smile. "I was so used to us being Broody and Cheery."

"We still are," Brooke said with a firm tone. "We're gonna be Broody and Cheery till the day...we die?" She laughed at her own words; it was so corny. But still, she hoped the message she was trying to say got through.

Lucas laughed the moment he heard Brooke's raspy laugh, but deep inside, he scolded himself. He had decided that it was best to let go of Brooke, but now here he was, doing the same thing he had always done before: admire everything about Brooke.

"Luke," Brooke started; she knew what Lucas was thinking by just looking at his face. She could see it all in his eyes. "Can you promise me one thing?"

"It depends. I want to hear it first."

Brooke let out a soft chuckle and looked deep into Luke's eyes. "Promise me that you'll find someone who'll take care of you, give you joy and comfort – the whole happily ever after thing."

Luke's jaws tightened. "Why?"

"You know why," Brooke said, and right at that moment, she knew that Lucas was somehow waiting for her to tell this to him.

"I want to hear it from you," he said firmly.

"It's not like I don't have feelings for you anymore, because you know how special you are to me. But Dean's the one I want and love now, and I'm pretty sure with that. So I want you to be happy. Luke, I want you to let go. I can't go on and live a happy life with my family while you're like this."

Those were the things Lucas had been waiting to hear. Although it couldn't be any more obvious, he wanted Brooke to tell him that she loved Dean more now. But it was comforting to find out that she couldn't be completely happy if he's not happy as well. With that, Lucas let out a small smile and wrapped his arms around the brunette beside him.

Brooke smiled and finally felt completely happy.

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Brooke twirled in front of the mirror and pouted. Three months ago, she could wear anything and have no difficulty trying to squeeze herself into the clothes she wants to wear. Now, she felt fat. She still fit into the dress she had on now, but she looked like she ate two big meals. So she went back to the bag of clothes she brought and scanned its contents. She caught sight of a mauve blouse that was slightly loose and decided to wear it. Note to self, she thought, buy preggy clothes.

"I thought you were gonna wear the blue dress," Dean said as he entered the room and then walked over to the bed and shook his head when he saw the clothes scattered all over the bed.

Brooke looked at the mirror once again and smiled in a content way. The blouse and the pair of black jeans she wore looked good on her. "My tummy's too visible in that dress."

"Well, have you seen Haley? She's not too bothered about her bump being too visible." Dean started to gather the clothes all over the bed.

"Like she can hide it," Brooke replied. "Besides, that dress was too tight around my stomach. I don't want to suffocate my baby or something. How do I look?"

Dean chuckled. "You look good."

"You haven't even looked at me from head to toe. All you did was take a glance when you entered the room."

"That's because I really don't have to look, Brooke. Like I've said before, you look good in everything, no matter how petite or huge you are. You'll always look good to me."

Brooke suddenly broke into a huge smile which showed her perfect set of dimples. "Really?"

"Really," Dean answered, smiling back at his gorgeous wife.

The brunette came closer to her husband and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly. She suddenly remembered something and pulled away from her husband. "Where have you been? I didn't notice you leave until Nathan pointed it out to me."

Dean just shrugged. "I just went out to stretch my legs."

Brooke eyed him suspiciously.

"Hey, would I lie to you?" Dean asked as he wrapped his arms around Brooke's waist.

All it took was just one deep look into his eyes, and Brooke knew that it was the end of the discussion. Dean planted a soft kiss on her forehead and then looked at her.

"Now, Haley and the rest of your friends are already downstairs," he said.

With that, Brooke nodded and felt excited once again. She almost dragged Dean downstairs and let out a little squeal of delight when she arrived at the living room. Mouth was there, as well as Skills. Since Dean already met Mouth and Skills before his wedding to Brooke, he didn't have any difficulty making small talk with them; being a fan of sports was also a plus since Mouth was the local sports reporter, while Skills was coaching the high school basketball team. While talking to them, Dean caught Lucas looking at him. The two of them looked at each other for a moment before Dean finally acknowledged Lucas and gave him a small nod. Lucas was surprised by Dean's gesture, but nodded back. They both knew that it was time for them to be civil towards one another for Brooke's sake.

After their small dinner feast, Mouth and Skills bade the rest of them goodbye because they had another party to attend. Lucas, Haley, and Brooke went out for fresh air, while Nathan opted to stay behind because he wanted to talk to Dean, who didn't want to intrude his wife's bonding time with Haley and Lucas.

"Hey," Nathan greeted as he approached Dean.

Dean looked at him and accepted the bottle of beer Nathan offered.

"How're things between you and Brooke?" Nathan asked.

Dean took a swig and then let out a small smile. "We're fine. She's excited over a lot of things now, especially the baby."

Nathan nodded. "How about you?"

"I've never been this excited before," Dean admitted. "We both want this."

"Good," Nathan said. He then looked at Dean intently. "We're all happy that our Brooke is happy with you. As long as you're making her happy, then I'm cool with you. But don't you ever hurt her."

Dean saw how sincere Nathan was, and instead of feeling threatened, he felt thankful. He was glad that Brooke had such an amazing group of friends. "I won't," he said in an assuring tone.

Nathan smiled and nodded. He knew he could trust Dean. "Now come on, they're all outside. I know you feel like you're gonna intrude them, but trust me, you're not. You'd make Brooke a lot happier if you go out and bond with us."

Dean couldn't help but grin at Nathan. For some reason, he suddenly felt sure that he would get along well with this Scott.

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Five days after they left Tree Hill, Dean and Brooke were now back in New York, but they were at the Winchester Estate and would be staying there until the Holidays end.

It had been Dean's hobby to watch Brooke sleep. He always felt relaxed as he watched the steady rise and fall of her chest and shoulders as she slept. Sometimes he would place a finger on her face and caress her gently; sometimes he would just stare at her until she wakes up. But now that she was pregnant, staring at his wife wasn't the only thing Dean wanted to do every morning. Now, he would always place his hand on Brooke's stomach and caress it gently, as if he was caressing the baby itself.

As Brooke slowly opened her eyes and saw her husband, she wasn't surprised to see Dean staring at her; he had been doing this every day since they got married. "Merry Christmas," she said with a smile.

Dean smiled in return. "Merry Christmas, Mrs. Winchester." He planted a soft kiss just beneath her jaw and then rolled over until he was above her. He couldn't resist smirking when he saw the look on her face; she seemed so innocent but then smiled coyly at him. Dean growled softly and then nuzzled Brooke's neck amorously to tease her.

The brunette responded by letting out a soft moan. She knew it would build the pressure inside her husband. Just as she expected, Dean's amorous nuzzles turned into urgent kisses as his lips made its way from her neck to her mouth.

"This is the best Christmas ever," Dean said in between kisses.

Two hours later, they were both freshened up – they took a shower together after making love – and had a short make-out session while they were getting dressed. Dean couldn't help but be amazed at how Brooke became more 'into it' when she became pregnant. He shrugged himself out of his thoughts when he noticed his wife leave their room. It was only then when he remembered that they were celebrating this day with his family.

"Sammy!" Dean heard Brooke say as he walked down the stairs. Seconds later, he found his brother and his wife at the living room. Sam was kneeling in front of the huge Christmas tree at the corner of the room, placing gifts underneath it, while Brooke was lighting the fireplace.

"We're not kids anymore," Dean said as he approached them. "Why put those under the tree?"

Sam looked up at his brother and shook his head in disbelief. "Our first Christmas together in years and this is how you greet me?"

Dean was taken aback; sure, Sam was just teasing him, but it made Dean realize how reckless and ungrateful he was before. Now that Sam mentioned it, he couldn't remember the last Christmas he spent with his family. He cleared his throat and let out a small smile. "Merry Christmas, Sammy."

"You and your wife should stop calling me Sammy; it makes me sound...childish," Sam said with a semi-serious look on his face.

Brooke laughed, which made Dean smirk. "Sammy suits you perfectly," he said.

Sam narrowed his eyes and then let out a chuckle a second later; who was he kidding? Dean had been calling him 'Sammy' since the day he was born, and Brooke, well, she's the kind of person who loves to give people nicknames, and Sam was thankful that she didn't go past 'Sammy' when it comes to nicknames.

The sound of Brooke's laughter drew his attention. He looked up and saw her standing in front of the fireplace while Dean was right behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist in a loving but protective way. Dean must've whispered something funny, because Brooke kept on giggling. Sam couldn't help but smile at the sight of them. Just by looking at them, he could tell how happy they were. He was beyond thankful for having Brooke in their lives now; it seemed like she was the glue they needed to become one big happy family again.

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"Brookie!"

Dean turned around and saw Bobby standing by the doorway. Brooke was quick to get up from the sofa and wrapped Bobby in a tight hug. "Brookie?" Dean asked, surprised with what Bobby called his wife.

Bobby returned Brooke's hug and gave her a soft peck on her cheek, and then pulled away. "You got a problem with that, Dean?"

"Nope," Dean quickly replied. He then turned to Castiel, who was sitting beside him, and whispered, "She's got him wrapped around her fingers."

Castiel chuckled and nodded at Bobby. "Can you blame him? You know how charming your wife is."

Dean couldn't argue with that. He brought back his attention to Brooke and Bobby. She was now beaming with delight because of the chocolates Bobby bought for her. A week ago she was crazy for mangoes, now she craves for chocolates.

The rest of them spent the whole day together. Sam was the happiest of them all because of two reasons. First, because his family was complete – thanks to Brooke. He had never seen Dean so happy and content before, and adding to Dean's happy vibe was his excitement over his baby with Brooke. Everyone was excited – even Sam. He was pretty sure that the moment Little Winchester comes out of Brooke, he would spoil the child; he was also hoping that Brooke and Dean would choose him as the baby's godfather. The fact that Dean and their father were now talking was also a good thing for Sam; it had been a long time since the two of them spoke to each other without getting into an argument.

And second, Jessica was there to celebrate this day with his family. Seeing her laugh and talk with Brooke and Jo and the rest of his family made his day.

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Though she felt fat and was a little bit upset that she couldn't wear the clothes she used to wear before, Brooke was sort of excited to welcome the change that would happen in a few months' time. She could already see herself sporting a huge baby bump, just like Haley's, rubbing her belly gently and having Dean talk to the little one inside her womb, as if the baby could understand a thing he says. A smile graced her face as she thought of how excited Dean was. When she woke up this morning, Dean was caressing her stomach – it made Brooke feel how important her pregnancy was to her husband.

The sound of a door creaking open pulled her out of her thoughts. She looked away from the tall mirror and saw Dean shutting the door behind him.

Dean couldn't help but smirk when he saw Brooke by her mirror. She was only wearing a bathrobe; he loves the way she looks after taking a bath. Her damp hair was uncombed, giving her a somewhat sexy look, and he could smell her aroma even from afar. He loved how soft her ivory skin looked against her dark brown hair.

"Cas wanted me to give you this," he said as he walked towards his wife. "He forgot to give it to you; he tends to be forgetful when alcohol starts to mess with his mind."

Brooke took the small box from Dean and placed it on top of her dresser; she would open the gift later. "You shouldn't have made him drink too much, then."

Dean shrugged. "It's Christmas. He only allows himself to get drunk twice a year - Christmas and his birthday."

Brooke laughed; Cas never failed to amuse her, even if he was so serious and predictable. She then pulled out a small sheet of paper from her dresser and handed it to Dean.

Dean looked at the paper and frowned. "What's this?"

"My gift for you," Brooke said with a smile.

Dean stared at the paper he was holding once again. It was a time and date for a scheduled appointment...with an obstetrician. "It's..."

Brooke's smile grew wider when she saw the look on her husband's face. He looked so confused yet so delighted at the same time when it dawned on him. He then looked at her with wide eyes; she could tell how happy he was.

"This is the weirdest Christmas gift I've received," he murmured, "but this is also the best." He wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her tenderly. Though the appointment was a month and a half away, Dean already felt excited and scared. Now he has something great to look forward to: Brooke's first ultrasound. He then remembered his gift for Brooke, so he pulled away from his wife and took out a photo from his wallet and handed it to her. "Here's my gift," he said.

"Oh my gosh!" Brooke squealed with delight as she stared at the photo. "Is this what I think it is?"

"Yeah," Dean said, clearly enjoying his wife's reaction. "I bought it on our last night in Tree Hill."

Brooke looked at Dean, tears suddenly threatening to escape her eyes. "Was this the reason why you were gone for a while before Haley's party?"

Dean nodded. "I thought it wouldn't take much time – I thought no one would notice my absence – but the real estate agent was late."

"Dean," Brooke murmured, unable to hide her tears. "I can't thank you enough for this. I'm so happy. I love you. This is the best give I've ever had."

Dean kissed Brooke gently on her forehead. "I love you too, babe."

Since Dean found out that he was going to be a father, he knew right away that he didn't want their baby to grow up in New York. The only option he had was to buy a property in Kansas or in Tree Hill, but he knew that they would be far from their friends if he'd buy a house in Kansas, so there was no other choice but Tree Hill. Besides, he knew how much it would make Brooke happy. Luckily for him, he found a house just a block away from Nathan and Haley's house.

"I am so excited to see the house," Brooke said as she walked back to her dresser. "Is it furnished already?"

Dean shook his head. "I know how much you love designing and stuff, so I thought it would be great if you were the one to fill the house."

Brooke giggled with excitement. She grabbed a night dress from the dresser. "This just keeps getting better and better."

She then tossed the dress on their bed and wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and smiled at him. "You really know how to make me happy."

Dean chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist. He closed in on the gap between them and placed his lips on Brooke's. Both of them couldn't be any happier. After a moment kissing, Brooke pulled away and smiled at Dean once again. "I need to freshen up," she said.

"Freshen up? You just -"

Dean's cell phone buzzed, distracting him. He fished it out from his pocket and flipped it open. There was an MMS message from an unregistered number. He opened the message and was instantly surprised and panicked by the photo – the familiar redhead was dressed in a barely-there Santa outfit with a sultry smile on her face. The message below the photo read: I hope u'r enjoying ur time there. Cnt wait to see u.

Dean quickly deleted the message and shoved his phone back into his pocket. He looked up and saw Brooke looking at him with a slight frown; she might've seen the look on his face when he opened the message from Rachel. He flashed a smile towards his wife, hoping that she wouldn't make a big fuss or even ask him what had just happened.

To his relief, Brooke smiled in return and then went back to the bathroom. Dean sighed in relief as he began to think of a way to get rid of Rachel Gatina.

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