What's that smell?
It's smoke.
With Dean around, she's getting used to it. He sets all kinds of things on fire and pretends it's for a reason. Matthew got to watch special 'back to school' fireworks at Dean's insistence, and nearly the entire Tree Hill Fire Department ended up in her backyard. He tests his flamethrowers once a week to 'make sure they're ready' when he needs them. He likes homemade smores that he, Sam, and Matthew make together in the backward.
So when the smoke detector goes off, and Brooke catches a whiff of smoke from the office, she only needs to shout one word for an explanation. "Dean!"
He doesn't respond immediately so she rushes downstairs, trying to figure out where Matthew is, if Dean needs the fire department to help him put it out again, and what the hell he did this time to make the smoke detector scream louder than she can. She's not worried about the damage, or the danger. If there was any, he would already have everyone out of the house. The thought she's focused on at the moment is simple; he's not getting any sex out of her until he gets rid of the grill and turns the flamethrowers over to Sam.
"Wasn't me," Dean tells her quickly as she enters the kitchen, staring at the big black rock in the sink. It was something edible before Dean and Sam got hold of it. "Sammy here was heating up some pie," he says proudly, clapping his brother on the shoulder. She's mildly offended by how smug he is that this isn't his fault. "Don't be too hard on him, Hot Ass," he adds, but the look on his face says he wants to see someone else in the dog house for a change.
She decides, as soon as she catches the two of them exchange glances, that she's not giving Dean the satisfaction. Sam is already mumbling an apology and promising to clean up everything, and Dean has gotten enough enjoyment out of this already. "I'm going to take a shower. I was going to invite you Boytoy, but you're right. I shouldn't be hard on Sam. Help him clean up and maybe I'll let you be hard on me later."
She doesn't catch the face Sam makes, or hear Dean swear until his breath. She's too busy walking out, away from the smoke and the frustrating boyfriend. He deserves this, because he'll never learn.
And because she misses being able to light a candle in the house and not having to watch him put it out between his fingers.
With Dean around, she's getting used to it. He sets all kinds of things on fire and pretends it's for a reason. Matthew got to watch special 'back to school' fireworks at Dean's insistence, and nearly the entire Tree Hill Fire Department ended up in her backyard. He tests his flamethrowers once a week to 'make sure they're ready' when he needs them. He likes homemade smores that he, Sam, and Matthew make together in the backward.
So when the smoke detector goes off, and Brooke catches a whiff of smoke from the office, she only needs to shout one word for an explanation. "Dean!"
He doesn't respond immediately so she rushes downstairs, trying to figure out where Matthew is, if Dean needs the fire department to help him put it out again, and what the hell he did this time to make the smoke detector scream louder than she can. She's not worried about the damage, or the danger. If there was any, he would already have everyone out of the house. The thought she's focused on at the moment is simple; he's not getting any sex out of her until he gets rid of the grill and turns the flamethrowers over to Sam.
"Wasn't me," Dean tells her quickly as she enters the kitchen, staring at the big black rock in the sink. It was something edible before Dean and Sam got hold of it. "Sammy here was heating up some pie," he says proudly, clapping his brother on the shoulder. She's mildly offended by how smug he is that this isn't his fault. "Don't be too hard on him, Hot Ass," he adds, but the look on his face says he wants to see someone else in the dog house for a change.
She decides, as soon as she catches the two of them exchange glances, that she's not giving Dean the satisfaction. Sam is already mumbling an apology and promising to clean up everything, and Dean has gotten enough enjoyment out of this already. "I'm going to take a shower. I was going to invite you Boytoy, but you're right. I shouldn't be hard on Sam. Help him clean up and maybe I'll let you be hard on me later."
She doesn't catch the face Sam makes, or hear Dean swear until his breath. She's too busy walking out, away from the smoke and the frustrating boyfriend. He deserves this, because he'll never learn.
And because she misses being able to light a candle in the house and not having to watch him put it out between his fingers.