HELLO HELLO, my loves! I'm back! I know it has been forever! But ya girl is now an MBA baby! I made it a mission to come back to my fanfics and finish them off because I love them so much. I hope some of you have stuck around, I don't blame you if you haven't. I decided to redo this chapter because I hated the last one lol.
Everywhere, I could sense his hands tracing every inch of my body, a tangible anticipation hanging in the air. As ready as I was, it had been an eternity since we last shared this intimacy, and now, at long last, our moment had arrived. A sweaty, passionate encounter with Dean awaited me. His teeth grazed my collarbone, and an urgency surged within me, driving me to remove his pants with haste. My desire for him bordered on an intensity that both exhilarated and scared me.
His touch ventured down my flat torso, reaching the apex of my thighs. But then, a pause. Wait. My flat stomach? A disquieting feeling settled in as I gazed into his handsome face, his hazel eyes piercing into mine. Panic began to take hold. "It's okay, Brooke. Everything is alright," he reassured, his smile soft as he brushed his lips against mine. Whispering into my hair, he continued, "Soon, babe. Soon." His hands cradled my face gently, and he murmured, "I love you." As his hand found its way to my now rounded stomach, he added, "Take care of her... take care of yourself and Hayley. Trust Jo with everything, give it your all. You're a fighter, babe. I know you can handle this. I'll be back as soon as I can."
Tears welled up and streamed down my cheeks, catching me off guard, as I realized I was alone in a bed that wasn't mine. I stretched out on the plush bed, situated in a spacious room within one of Jo's hidden homes. Jo had ingeniously accumulated a network of properties across the country, luxurious homes that could easily belong to Hollywood stars, all meticulously chosen for a purpose. "Neighbors assume I'm part of the staff, so it's all good," Jo had explained. "Bobby thought I was crazy for investing so much in these properties, but I'd rather have comfort than dingy motels while I'm on the move. I lease them to fellow hunters across the nation. It also saves me from using fake IDs, a trick your boys used to employ."
After making myself presentable, I made my way, albeit with a waddle, to the expansive living room. An awe-inspiring window dominated one side, overlooking the garden. Jo's taste was unexpectedly elegant, with a large royal blue sofa flanked by mustard yellow loveseats, a mocha center table, and a soft white shag rug. They faced a sizable 50-inch plasma screen and an impressive entertainment center. The beauty of the home struck me immediately, and Jo could sense it. Astonishingly, she promised that once the chaos subsided, the place would be ours. I protested, overwhelmed by her generosity. "Why not? I have other properties, and this one suits you two perfectly. Can't you see yourself as a West Coast girl?" she insisted. Overwhelmed, I agreed, and that was that. We were going to make this our home.
The living room seamlessly connected to the spacious kitchen, triggering thoughts of future renovations. My heart ached, considering Dean's absence for these momentous times. This was supposed to be our journey together, something we had discussed. Yet now, as reality settled in, he was nowhere to be found. However, I couldn't allow myself to dwell on these thoughts, for Dean and Sam were out there safeguarding us. Contacting Dean would only exacerbate the situation.
After emerging from my thoughts, I found myself in the kitchen, where the tantalizing scent of pumpkin spice pancakes and peppermint tea enveloped the air. Expressing my appreciation, I settled into a plush chair, remarking to Hayley, "I love you so much." She responded warmly, mentioning that Jo had gone out for errands. A shadow crossed my mind, prompting me to voice my concerns. "Hayley, doesn't it bother you that it's been months without any word from them? Complete radio silence. I even tried reaching out to Lucas." My words took her by surprise, her eyes widening. "Brooke..."
"Don't Brooke me. I know it was foolish, but my desperation for information got the best of me. I'm sure you feel the same way. Was it stupid to contact Lucas? Absolutely. But that's how desperate I am, even for the smallest bit of information. Unfortunately, it was a dead end. He changed his number, probably on Bobby's orders." Hayley joined me at the table, her hands finding mine, and she looked at me with understanding. "I get it, Brooke. I do. But we can't act recklessly. I miss them too, but we have to consider this little one's well-being as well."
A dream of Dean describing our child as a girl floated into my memory. Maybe he knew something I didn't. We speculated on our partners' preferences for a baby's gender, Sam yearning for a girl, while Dean, spoiled and protective, would dote on a daughter. Our talk veered into their complex relationships with their own father, reflecting on the desire to shield their children from the pain they had endured.
My heart was heavy with unspoken guilt and concern. I confided in Hayley, "If I had been pregnant a year ago, I'd have no doubts that Dean would have been entirely committed. He would have already prepared a nursery, left behind his hunter life. It feels like somehow, this situation is my fault. If Lucas hadn't been such a big part of my past, we might not be in this mess." Hayley tried to reassure me, emphasizing that it wasn't my fault. She reminded me of Lucas' role in both of our lives and affirmed that Dean was fully invested.
Amidst our conversation, our emotions heightened by pregnancy hormones, I addressed my worries about Lucas. Dean had allowed him to assist, though begrudgingly, emphasizing that this didn't mean they were reconciled. Our conversation shifted to a lighter tone, reminiscing about the moments we shared. Our friendship was a source of strength, and Hayley reminded me, "This baby is going to know love, Brooke, in a way neither of those men experienced."
As we enjoyed our meal, we indulged in light-hearted banter. Our bond was unwavering, a steady foundation in uncertain times. We reaffirmed our love for each other before continuing our daily routine.
Later, I found myself lying on the couch, watching TV with Jo and Hayley, another distraction from the gnawing ache of Dean's absence. Suddenly, Jo entered the room with a phone in her hand, her expression a mix of exasperation and concern. Her conversation with Bobby and Dean unfolded, revealing their frustration and determination to resolve the mystery they faced. Jo's summary shed light on the complexities they were tackling.
When Jo mentioned witches as a potential source of their troubles, I had an epiphany. My background in the world of beauty and youth obsession had gifted me with insights that Dean and Sam might have overlooked. This was more than just demon-related, it had elements of women willing to make deals for eternal youth. Their male perspective had masked the true intricacies of this case.
After the call ended, I recounted the conversation to Jo and Hayley, my excitement palpable. We realized that this new perspective could bring them closer to the solution they sought. While the tension remained, a sense of hope began to replace it. Our support system, our unique bond, was our greatest strength.
With renewed energy, I waited for Dean's call. When it finally came, his voice resonated through the phone, sparking a mix of emotions within me. Our conversation was a balm to my heart, a reminder of his unwavering love and my commitment to him and our future child. He assured me that they were close to unraveling the mystery and returning home.
I hung up, a mix of emotions swirling within me. The sense of connection had provided solace, yet the ache of his absence persisted. Nevertheless, I was determined to remain strong and patient, trusting that Dean and Sam would overcome their challenges. I returned to the living room, sharing the good news with Jo and Hayley. The excitement in the air was palpable, a renewed sense of purpose driving us forward.