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25: Girl behind the Red Door

Dean Winchester didn't like being disturbed when he was sleeping, so when he was awakened by the sound of a ringing cell phone, he was more than irritated at the caller. He got up and realized that it was Brooke's phone. Surprisingly, Brooke was still sleeping like a baby beside him, as if she couldn't hear her loud cell phone. Dean mumbled something unintelligible and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. Nathan's name was flashing on the screen.

"Hello?" Dean looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was 3 in the morning.

"Dean?" Nathan asked; there was something awkward with the tone of his voice. "I'm sorry to wake you up, I know it's late. Where's Brooke?"

Dean glanced at his wife, who was still sleeping soundly. "She's sleeping."

"Oh. Well, Haley's about to give birth. I know Brooke wants to be here for Hales, so..."

"Just tell her we'll be there as soon as possible," Dean said. "I'll see you at the hospital."

Nathan chuckled nervously. "Thanks, Dean."

Dean quickly jumped out of the bed, turned on the light, and grabbed one of Brooke's suitcases from their closet. He was pretty sure that they would stay for a few days in Tree Hill because Brooke would obviously want to stay with her best friend and she would also want to start working on their new house.

Brooke, who was awakened by the light, tried to get some sleep again. But when she heard Dean opening her dresser drawers, she got up. "What's going on?"

"Haley's about to give birth," Dean replied without looking at Brooke. "Can you go and ask Dad if we could borrow his private plane? It would take us longer if we use the car or if we wait for a flight at the airport."

"I thought you didn't like flying?" Brooke asked, rubbing sleep off her eyes. She could still remember how stiff Dean was when they flew to Kansas to visit his mom's grave and when they flew to Hawaii, and she knew that was the reason why he always drove everywhere.

Dean smirked. Yeah, he was sort of uncomfortable being inside an airplane – he hates airplanes. He didn't tell this to Brooke, of course, so she must've noticed it during their previous flights, but he didn't want to admit that he was sort of scared of flying (he would probably look like a pussy or something), so he returned, "Driving over there will take us probably half a day."

"What about your car? What're we going to use in Tree Hill?" Brooke tried hard not to smirk; she knew Dean didn't want to admit that he was uncomfortable of flying.

Dean shrugged. "I'll just ask Dad to get someone who would send it there."

Brooke kinked an eyebrow as she considered his answer, and then she remembered that Haley was going to give birth; she would have to wait for another time to fool around with her husband. "Okay," she said. She went to the bathroom first to wash her face and brush her teeth, and then went out of the room to talk to John.

As if on cue, Dean's phone began to ring. When he saw the number flashing on the screen, he ignored the call. He grabbed enough clothes for Brooke – the ones that he was sure she would use – and stuffed them into the bag. Before he could go back to the closet to get his clothes, his phone began to ring once again. Just like before, he rejected the call. A minute later, his phone started to ring. Dean sighed in irritation and answered the call.

"What?" he said through gritted teeth.

The familiar voice chuckled. "Did I wake you up?"

"What the hell is wrong with you, Rachel? It's freaking 3 in the morning!"

"Just wanted to check up on you," she replied innocently.

Dean heaved a sigh. "Stop calling me," he said angrily and then hung up.

Brooke entered the room just then. "Your Dad just called his pilot. He'll meet us at the port within two hours. Who were you talking to?"

"Just an old friend of mine," he replied without looking at her. He knew that she would sense something if he sees her eye to eye. "I've already packed some clothes for you."

"Thanks," Brooke murmured and patted his arm before going into the bathroom again to take a quick shower.

ooooo

Nathan Scott had never been this happy. He was beyond elated. Haley had just given birth half an hour ago to a beautiful baby boy. When Haley's water broke, he couldn't believe it at first. It was only two weeks since Christmas, and she wasn't due until the end of January. He was a little surprised but happy none the less. Although Haley didn't want to go to sleep and let go of their new born baby, Nathan insisted that she should get some sleep to regain energy and strength. Just as he was about to text Brooke, there was a slight knock on the door. A second later, Brooke was getting inside the room with Dean right behind her.

"Nate?" she asked in a soft whisper and then took a glance towards Haley, who was sleeping. "How did it go?"

Nathan let out a proud smile. "Haley was great. She screamed a little too loud, though."

Dean looked at Nathan. "Hey," he greeted, and then looked at Brooke. "Brooke, I'll go get some food for you, okay?" Dean said. All Brooke was able to eat was an average-sized apple because of their hurry, and Dean wanted to make sure that she gets all the nutrition she needs for the baby. He placed a soft peck on Brooke's cheek and then went out of the room.

Nathan looked at Brooke like the way an older brother looks at his younger sister. "I'm glad you're happy with Dean. It's nice to see you happy with him and that he's taking care of you."

Brooke felt her cheeks go pink and chuckled. "Yeah, to be honest, I didn't like him the first time I met him. But now look at him."

"That's why I like him for you; he's changed not just because of you, but he also seems like he's willing to do anything for you," Nathan said and patted Brooke's hand. "But just so you know, I won't hold back if I find out that he did something to hurt you."

Both of them chuckled, and Brooke felt completely secure. She had all the greatest friends one could ever have, and to top it all off, she has everything she has hoped for.

Haley stirred – a slight move that made both Nathan and Brooke glance towards her – but didn't wake up. Nathan smiled – mostly to himself – as he remembered how happy Haley was when she held their baby for the first time.

"Do you have a name already?" Brooke asked, drawing Nathan's attention back to her.

Nathan smiled. "James Lucas Scott."

"I like it," Brooke said. She couldn't help but smile because Nathan and Haley named their baby after Lucas. She then wondered if Lucas already knew or not. "So Luke's the godfather?"

"Yeah, and you're the godmother," Nathan said before he could stop himself.

Brooke's eyes widened with delight. "Really? Oh Nate, that means so much to me."

Nathan smiled the moment he saw Brooke's beaming smile. "But don't tell Haley that I told you, okay? She wanted to be the one to tell you. Just act surprised and all once she tells you."

Brooke chuckled and patted Nathan's shoulder. "You are so dead when I tell Haley about this."

"Don't," Nathan warned, but he knew Brooke would not tell Haley. "Anyway, I heard Rachel's living with you."

The smile on Brooke's face suddenly faded away, and Nathan noticed it. "She's out of our pad now."

"Why? Did she cause any trouble?" He knew what kind of person Rachel is.

Yes, Brooke thought. But she felt and knew that it was better not to say anything to Nathan. "She just had to go. I mean, she's been living with us even before Christmas, and I don't want her around the house any longer, so I asked Dean's friend to find an apartment for her. Luckily, he found one within a week. And surprisingly, Rachel didn't make any excuses to leave my house."

Brooke was glad that Nathan bought the story because she didn't have any idea on how she'll explain her thoughts to him. Rachel was mostly out of their pad most of the time, but whenever she was there, Brooke always noticed the way Rachel looked at Dean. And even though Dean wasn't paying Rachel any attention, Brooke knew that it was better to have Rachel out of the house before Dean starts to pay her any attention. Not that Brooke thinks Dean would do it, but she knew Rachel would always try to get what she wants.

She trusted Dean, but she just didn't want to take a risk.

ooooo

The way Brooke smiled instantly made Dean's heart pound with joy. Sure, it sounded mushy, but it was true.

"This isn't the house on the photo," she murmured, barely concealing the joy she felt as she continued to stare at the house.

Dean smirked. "I wanted to surprise you."

Tears formed in Brooke's eyes. She never thought that she would be able to step inside the house in front of her once again. "How did you know?"

"I saw it in your photo album... and then I asked Haley about it. She really helped a lot, so you should thank her too." Dean fished the key to the house out of his jacket pocket. "I knew you'd love it."

Brooke chuckled and wiped away a tear that managed to escape her eyes as they made their way to the front door. She was beyond ecstatic. Out of all the things that Dean has done for her, this was by far the most heart warming. "The last time I was here was when I was in high school. Where are the former owners now?"

"They're somewhere in Europe. I don't know, I don't care – all I wanted was to buy this house for you." Dean inserted the key into the keyhole, but before he turned the knob, he faced his wife and grinned. "Now you can be the girl behind the red door again."

ooooo

A day had passed, but Brooke was still ecstatic about having her old house – the one her parents sold away when she was in high school – back. Ideas quickly flooded her mind the moment she stepped inside the house; just an hour after looking around, telling Dean some memories about each room, she already knew how she would design the interiors of the house.

"Brooke," Dean called from somewhere downstairs.

Brooke placed her hand on her belly as she looked around her old room, which will be their baby's room in the near future. "Yeah?" she hollered back.

"Haley's awake now! She wants to see you!"

The brunette jogged down the stairs and was just in time to see Dean head out of the house. She smiled as she followed him to the Impala, telling herself how lucky she was to have Dean as her husband. The two of them planned where they would go next after visiting Haley at the hospital as they drove to New Brunswick County Hospital, and they both agreed that they would visit the nearest furniture store.

"There you are," Haley said as Brooke and Dean entered the room. "I've been waiting for you."

Brooke smiled at Haley and noticed that there were other people in the room as well – Lucas and a woman she had never seen before. Brooke nodded at them and then made her way towards Haley's bed. "How're you feeling?"

Haley smiled and then let out a sigh. "Tired but happy. Jamie's like my whole life now. Have you seen him?"

Brooke nodded and patted Haley's hand. "He's so adorable. I could tell that he'll break hearts, just like his father."

Nathan and Haley laughed in unison, and then Nathan looked at Dean. "I heard you bought B's old house," he said.

"He did?" Lucas asked before Dean could answer Nathan.

"Yeah, I did," Dean said, looking at Lucas for a brief second, and then turned his attention to Nathan. "Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Nathan shrugged. "Sure."

Once the two of them were out of the room, Haley shook her head, thinking of how the tension between Dean and Lucas could be solved. She knew that both Dean and Lucas mentally agreed that they should be civil to each other for Brooke's sake, but there's no denying that there was still tension between the two of them. She momentarily thought of talking to Lucas about it, but she knew he'd tell her the same thing he always tells her whenever they talk about Brooke: he still loves her. And then Haley thought of talking to Dean, which was not a bad idea at all.

Haley's thoughts immediately stopped when she heard Lucas introduce Lindsey to Brooke.

"Brooke, this is Lindsey Strauss, my editor," Lucas said.

Brooke smiled, showing off her dimples, and nodded towards Lindsay. "Hi."

Lindsey smiled in return. "It's nice to finally meet the Brooke Davis they've all been talking about."

Brooke couldn't help but smile wider. "They all talk about me?"

"You're probably the most famous person here in Tree Hill back then," Haley said. "We all talk about you, of course."

"But Haley and Lucas are the ones that talk about you a lot," Lindsey said and then chuckled. "I wouldn't be shocked if Luke writes a book about you someday."

Brooke was obviously flattered as she turned to look at Lucas, but before she could open her mouth to speak, Lindsey's cell phone began to beep. She took it out of her bag and checked the message, and then put it inside her bag once she was done reading the message.

"I have to go," she said. "I have to meet with Luke's publishers." She walked over to Haley and held the new mom's hand for a short moment, and then squeezed it gently as she said goodbye to Haley.

"It was nice meeting you," Brooke said as she stretched out her hand for Lindsey to shake. "I think we're going to be good friends."

Lindsey smiled and shook Brooke's hand. She could tell that Brooke was sincere. "I think so too."

"I'll walk you to your car," Lucas said; it wasn't an offer, it was a statement. With that, Lucas and Lindsey walked out of Haley's room.

Lucas was out of the room for a few minutes, and once he was back, Brooke looked at him with a certain spark in her eyes. Brooke couldn't help but smirk. "Is she your girlfriend?"

"What? No," Lucas quickly replied. He looked at Brooke like she had just told him that she has superpowers. "What makes you think so?"

"I don't know," Brooke replied with a smile that Lucas was familiar with; it was the way she smiled whenever she thought of hooking up two people together during high school. "She's pretty, you know."

Lucas chuckled. "You're trying to be the matchmaker again, I see."

"You're a writer and she's your editor. They'd make a cute couple, right, Hales?" she said, turning her attention to Haley at the last sentence.

Haley chuckled and shook her head slightly; it had been a long time since she last saw Brooke and Lucas like this, and it was quite refreshing. "Yeah, I think they'd make a great couple," she said, tagging along with Brooke.

Lucas groaned and shook his head. "Whatever," he said. He was still not ready for another relationship or something.

ooooo

A few days had passed since Haley gave birth to Jamie. She and Jamie checked out of the hospital this afternoon, so Dean was left alone at their new house in Tree Hill. Brooke wanted to assist Haley and help the new couple with Jamie, so Dean let her go with them.

Their house was still empty – they only bought the essential stuff first, like the stove and fridge, and a living room set. Brooke had already made a sketch of her design ideas for the living room and their bedroom, but they didn't have much time since she spent much of her time in the hospital with Haley, and she didn't allow Dean to buy the furniture himself because she didn't trust his 'sense of style'. He could still remember how she rolled her eyes when he offered to buy the furniture; she looked so adorable.

So there he was, alone with nothing to do. The TV show he was watching just finished; he was sort of glued to it, actually. Dr. Sexy MD was one of his guilty pleasures, and Brooke was the only person who knew about it. She teased him about it for a few days, but it was fine with him; he even got her to watch the show too, and now she was sort of addicted to it as well. Dean smiled to himself and then racked his mind for something to do. He received a text message from Brooke a few minutes ago, saying that she'll be home in an hour or so. It was only then when he remembered his brother, so he quickly grabbed his phone and dialled Sam's number.

"Hello?"

"Sammy!" Dean yelled with mock enthusiasm.

Sam chuckled. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing, I'm just bored. You busy?" he asked, hoping that the answer was no. He somehow wanted to talk to his brother, even though they really had nothing to talk about.

"Just doing some research," Sam replied casually.

Dean snorted. He really didn't get why Sam loved doing research. He suddenly remembered his high school days; Castiel was always the one who did their projects and reports, while Dean just played his guitar and played video games. "Nerd."

"Yeah, whatever. How's Brooke?"

"She's at Haley's. We'll be back there by next week, I think." Dean unconsciously rubbed his wedding ring with his thumb as he thought of Brooke. "Though I hate to say it, she misses you."

Sam laughed. "Can't accept the fact that your wife misses me?"

"She just feels sorry for you, Sasquatch, 'cause you don't have friends," Dean retorted with a chuckle. "But seriously, she misses you. She actually said that one of the disadvantages of living here in Tree Hill was the distance between us and you guys."

"That's nice to know," Sam said. Dean could tell that his brother was smiling. "Bobby dropped by here yesterday. He was sort of sad when Dad told him that you'll move to Tree Hill in a few months."

It wasn't that much surprising for Dean, since he knew how well Brooke and Bobby got along. "We actually got it figured out...sort of. We'll spend every holiday and summer there. I don't want the kid to grow up like me," he said, the last sentence slipped out before he could stop himself.

"You grew up fine," Sam said. "It wasn't until Alice passed away when you-"

Dean shook his head, as if Sam could see him. "I was messed up way before Alice died. I just held it together to be able to live my life." He felt uncomfortable talking about this, but he knew Sam was probably the only person – aside from Brooke – that he could share this with. "And then she died."

"Dean..."

"Anyway," Dean said, moving on from the subject, "I want my kid to grow up close to you and Dad and with everyone else. How's Dad, by the way?"

"He's fine, still the same old John Winchester we know." Sam chuckled. "Actually, he was sort of in a bad mood for the past couple days. Reporters had been calling, paparazzi surrounding the house – they were looking for you and Brooke; they somehow knew that Brooke's pregnant. And they're all bombarding your pad; the receptionist almost called NYPD."

Dean scoffed and then shook his head. "Just ignore them."

"But they keep coming," Sam replied. "Dude, I have to go. Jess's here."

A smirk suddenly escaped Dean's lips. "Glad to know that you have a friend, after all."

"Jerk," Sam muttered. "Tell Brooke I said hi."

"Sure," Dean replied, and then pressed the End button on his phone.

ooooo

Brooke had never felt this nervous and excited before. Going to the doctor was usually a bad thing for her – she never really liked hospitals, but then again, it was an obstetrician that she was going to visit, so it wasn't like she was going to hospital at all. This was her first time to be excited to visit a doctor, and she could barely contain her feelings. She woke up this morning feeling elated, ignoring the slight neck pain she was feeling.

Her first trimester was now over, and at 18 weeks into her pregnancy, she couldn't get any happier. Of course, she was worried, but Dean was always there to assure her that she and their baby would be perfectly fine.

They left Tree Hill a couple of weeks ago and returned to New York for their first ultrasound. Their house in Tree Hill was also fully furnished by now, except for Brooke's old room, which was going to be the nursery. Both Dean and Brooke wanted to be sure of the baby's gender first before they start decorating it.

Now, as she stepped outside the Impala, she suddenly felt nervous again as she saw the clinic in front of her. What would the doctor tell her? And more importantly, how would she react once she gets her first glimpse at the growing life inside her?

Dean's hands were gently – but protectively – wrapped around Brooke's shoulder as they walked inside the clinic. Once they got inside, all eyes were focused at the two of them. Rumors of Brooke's pregnancy were already plastered on the front pages of gossip magazines, but they never admitted to the press that she was expecting so this was the first real evidence of her pregnancy. Shrugging those thoughts aside, he made his way to the receptionist and asked the woman about their scheduled appointment.

The woman led them to a room at the end of the hall. It was everything both Dean and Brooke expected, only it was more nerve wracking than when you see it on TV. It was their first time to see their baby though, so they both knew that it was normal to feel nervous about the whole thing.

"Dr. Morris will be with you in a moment," the woman said.

Dean nodded at her in response and then returned his attention to Brooke. "Nervous?"

"Yeah," Brooke admitted with a sheepish smile as she lay on the table. She didn't bother to ask Dean if he was nervous too because it was clearly etched on his face. Though she had been to an OBGYN just a few days before Haley gave birth, it was only for her first check up. She and the doctor talked about her medical history, her family's medical history, as well as Dean's. After that was a physical exam to check for a variety of problems or diseases that she may have. Her doctor then gave her some tips on what's to come in her pregnancy, and advised her how to eat well. Brooke specifically asked the doctor to push the ultrasound to this day because today was their (Brooke and Dean's) fifth month as husband and wife; it wasn't a huge milestone for them, but Brooke just thought that it was a good way to celebrate their fifth month together as a married couple.

"I can't wait to see him," she said.

Dean's brows creased. "Him?"

Brooke shrugged. "Well, I have a feeling our baby's a boy."

Before Dean could respond, a woman dressed in a doctor's robe entered the room. "Mr. and Mrs. Winchester, I'm Dr. Morris," she said with a soft smile on her face. "Are you ready?"

Both of them nodded.

"Please roll up your blouse, then," the doctor said.

Brooke nodded and did what she was told. As she watched the doctor collect the things she was going to need, Brooke took a glance towards Dean; she could tell that he was nervous as hell. Dean caught Brooke looking at him, so he took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

About a hundred questions suddenly exploded in Dean's mind. What if there was something wrong with their baby? Or what if the baby's heart wasn't beating? He tried to act cool and forced those thoughts out of his mind. He knew their baby would be perfectly fine; Brooke had been taking care of herself more since she found out that she was pregnant. But there was one thought that Dean couldn't shrug off: What if he can't be the father that the baby needed?

The doctor then put a gel like substance on her abdomen and then brought out a wand like thing and began to rub it on Brooke's gel-covered belly.

Brooke looked at the screen beside the table intently; the monitor would probably begin to break if she stares any harder. At first she couldn't see anything – just a fuzzy black and white image. And then there it was: their baby. It was so small, Brooke thought. She was so focused on the image at the screen; she hardly noticed that she was gripping Dean's hand like hell and that tears were rolling down her cheeks.

Dean thought his heart was going to jump out of his chest. It was beating so hard, he couldn't breathe properly. He didn't know that seeing a fuzzy black and white image of a small child would make his heart go crazy. He felt like he could stare at the monitor forever.

"Your baby's perfectly fine," the doctor said, breaking their thoughts.

Dean looked at Brooke, and it was only then when he noticed that she was crying and gripping his hand like a vice. He suddenly thought of what would happen once they're inside the delivery room when Brooke gives birth. He wiped her tears away with his free hand. When she looked up at him with a smile, he could see the twinkle in her eyes that showed how happy she was. Dean smiled at her.

Once again, the doctor spoke, interrupting their moment. "Do you want to know what the baby's gender is?"

The couple looked at each other for a moment, and then turned their attention back to the doctor. "Yes," they said in unison.

The doctor let out a small smile. "It's a girl."

Praise the Lord, Dean thought.

Honestly, I don't know what to think of this chapter. But hey, Haley gave birth and Rachel's sort of out of their lives. And Brean's having a baby girl, yay! What do you think? What do you want to happen next? I've already written a draft for the next three chapters and I'm already halfway through editing the next chapter, but I'm open to suggestions. Reviews are very much appreciated. :)