Ta da! Another chapter from my friend! Thank you all for the kind words. She's been having a hard time lately and this has been a good distraction for her. She's had WAY too much fun coming up with this story line.

Also I got some messages asking who Brooke was lol. If you remember from the way beginning, Brooke was Sam's first crush/girlfriend I guess you could say.

Also, I think it's time I change the description of the story? I realized the other day that the direction this went in is WAY different than I had planned and I feel like it needs to be updated.

Enjoy!


"Agh!" Sam screamed out.

"How we doing champ?" John asked, knocking on the closed bathroom door.

"I don't want to do this," Sam responded through the door.

"I need you to for the research."

"Why?"

"Because she's your friend."

"She's not my friend," Sam mumbled.

John rolled his eyes and walked across the room to Dean.

"What the hell is your brother's problem?"

"She broke his heart Dad," Dean answered simply.

"I swear to god you two need to learn to man up and not let girls run your lives."

Dean huffed at his answer.

"He has to do this," John continued, not paying attention to Dean.

"I know that. And he knows that. But you know Sam. He's not gonna be happy."

"I don't care if Sam isn't happy. Wes and I want to put these wizard things to bed and call it a day. Brooke's dad is the main victim here and if their relationship is how we're going to learn more, then damn it we're exploiting it."

They heard another cry of frustration from the bathroom.

"Go talk to him," John ordered.

Dean sighed and walked over to the bathroom door.

"Sammy?"

"Help me."

Dean stepped inside the hotel bathroom and closed the door behind him. He found Sam standing in front of the mirror, annoyingly tugging at a piece of his hair. He took a shower before bed last night and slept on it wet and now he had this pain in the ass cowlick he could not get to go away.

"Sit down," Dean ordered. Sam sat on the closed toilet lid. Dean opened his bag and pulled out a bottle of hair gel.

"I don't want that stuff in my hair," Sam whined.

"I'll just use a little."

Sam groaned.

"You want that thing gone or not?"

Sam crossed his arms and pouted. Dean ran his fingers through his hair, mixing the gel in.

"I feel weird doing this."

"Come on Sam. How many girls have I gone out for the sake of a hunt?"

"That's why I feel weird doing this. I don't wanna be you."

Dean pulled on Sam's hair.

"Ow!"

"Sorry. Finger got stuck," Dean smirked.

"I didn't think I'd ever see her again."

"I know. I'm surprised myself. But… maybe this could be a good thing for ya."

"How?"

"Maybe you'll finally get the closure you wanted."

"I don't want her stupid closure," Sam mumbled.

Dean kneeled on the floor across from Sam.

"It's just one night. Then we'll finish the hunt and go back to Bobby's and you can forget all about her."

"Dean… Do you think…"

"Absolutely not," he answered, knowing exactly what Sam was asking. "Total coincidence."

"Are you sure?"

"Please. You've hung around that girl how much and nothing ever struck you as weird? She's clean."

Sam nodded and smiled. The two stood up and went over to the mirror.

"What do you think?" Dean asked. "Not bad, huh?"

"Ehhh," Sam said. He played with the hair on his forehead til he liked how his bangs looked. "Much better."

"Diva."

The two exited the bathroom and found John and Wes sitting at the table.

"There he is!" Wes said. "Lookin' good kid."

"Thanks?" Sam said.

"Here," John said, handing him a cell phone. "Keep us updated with whatever information you get out of her."

"I will."

"Sure you don't want a ride?" Dean asked.

"I'm sure. Brooke's house isn't far from here."

Everyone said their goodbyes and Sam walked out of the hotel room and down the street.

"They grow up fast don't they?" John asked, putting his hand on Dean's shoulder.

"This is nothing," Dean responded. "You should have seen him on their first date. He was so nervous he kept changing his outfit."


Sam and Brooke sat on the opposite ends of the couch. Neither of them had said a word since Sam got there. The only sound in the house was the grandfather clock ticking and going off on the hour.

"So… how's school been?" Brooke finally asked, attempting to break the silence.

"I mean, it's school?" Sam answered, not really sure what to say. Brooke let out a small laugh.

"Does anyone talk about me?"

"I don't think so? Not to me at least. I think everyone heard about us breaking up."

"You know I'm sorry about that, right?"

"It's fine Brooke. It's not like it's your fault."

"There's nothing I hate more than my dad's job. It seems like we're always moving."

"Yeah, I know what that's like."

"I've lived in ten states in my thirteen years of life. When we moved to Sioux Falls, I thought that would be the end of it. At least for a while."

"How is your dad doing by the way?" Sam asked, trying to come across as sympathetic, but hey, he did have a job to do.

"He's awake but there's no point. He can't do anything."

"What are they going to do?"

"I don't know."

Brooke wiped her hand across her face to stop herself from crying. Sam scooted over and held her other hand.

"I'm sorry."

Brooke smiled at him. They looked at each other. Brooke leaned in and kissed Sam. Sam was surprised but eventually figured out how to kiss her back.

"Oh hell no!" a sudden voice said, making them both jump and break apart.

"Sam, meet my sister Bethany."

"Mom said no friends over."

"No actually, Mom told you no friends over. You know, since you used a fake ID to get into a bar and tell a random stranger about Daddy being in the hospital."

"Mom can't ground me. I'm twenty now!"

"Yeah a twenty-year-old who still lives at home!"

Bethany let out an over-dramatic scream and stormed out of the room.

"She seems… Nice?"

"Please. She's a total bitch."

Sam was shocked. I mean, he and Dean had had their moments. He forgot not all siblings get along as well as they do. Or are even as close as they are.

"Can I use your bathroom?"

"Yeah. It's down the hall, just past my dad's office. You hit bedrooms, you've gone too far."

Sam stood up and made his way down the hall. Sure enough, he found the office.

Sam wasn't sure what type of job Brooke's dad had that had them move but this definitely did not look like a typical home office. For starters, there was a table with sigils carved into it.

Sam stepped inside.

Every book on the shelf was magic themed. Not like Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings magic themed. Like Spellcasting 101. How to Use a Crystal Ball. What to Expect When You're Expecting Powers. Puberty For Young Wizards.

Wizards?

Holy-

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Sam turned around suddenly to see Bethany standing in the doorway with her arms crossed and an annoyed facial expression.

"I-I got lost finding the bathroom."

"Obviously. Do you see a toilet in here?"

Sam glared at her. He brushed past her to the room next to the office, which happened to be the bathroom like Brooke said, and closed the door.

"I know you're still out there." Sam said suddenly. "My brother does the same thing."

He could just imagine Bethany rolling her eyes as she walked off. Probably flipped her hair over her shoulder too.

Sam pulled the phone his dad gave him out of his pocket and called Dean.

"Yello?"

"Brooke's family are wizards."

"No fucking way," Dean said. His tone sounded totally off guard. "She tell you that?"

"No but her dad has an office filled with some pretty magical looking shit Dean."

"Wait, if Brooke's a wizard, that could mean her dad is too. So why is he in the hospital right now?"

"I don't know. Spell gone wrong? And Brooke can't be a wizard. She's not the firstborn."

"She's not?"

"No she has an older sister that I just met. Nice girl. I think you'd get along great with her."

Sam heard muffled voices on the phone. Probably John telling Dean something.

"Dad says you need to come back. Now."

"Okay. See you soon."

Sam hung up the phone. He came up with a plan to tell Brooke there was a family emergency and he had to leave.

Only problem was, when he opened the bathroom door, he found Brooke standing on the other side white as a sheet.

"You're a hunter!?"


John and Wes continued to sit at the table in the hotel room. But this time they were loading their guns.

"We clear on the plan?" Wes asked.

"We're clear," John responded.

Dean sat on the edge of one of the beds, bouncing his leg up and down, nervous as hell.

"Dad are you sure about this?"

"They're just like any other monster Dean."

"But she's Sam's friend!"

"Not anymore she's not."

Dean stood up and started pacing around the room.

"I can't believe you are more concerned about her than your own brother. We haven't heard anything from him in over an hour! For all we know, those girls made him and could be doing god knows what to him as we speak!"

"She's a thirteen-year-old girl Dad!"

"Yeah, a thirteen-old-girl whose sister turned their own father into a shell of a man and landed him in the hospital!"

"We don't know that that's what happened!"

"We don't know that it's not!"

"Watch," Dean said, pulling out his phone, "I'll call Sammy back and he'll answer the phone and he'll say this whole thing was one giant misunderstanding and there's nothing to worry about."

"You do that," John snapped.

Dean dialed the number back.

It rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

By the fourth ring Dean was panicking.


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