Lets Get Lost, Dean/Brooke,
TITLE: Let's Get Lost.
AUTHOR: Tillymint_x
FANDOM: Supernatural and One Tree Hill.
PAIRING: Brooke Davis & Dean Winchester.
SPOILERS: Kinda follows the timeline for season three of SPN.
GENRE: Het.
RATING: PG-13. Sexual situations implied.
SUMMARY: 'Nothing can take away Dean’s constant desire to be around her and his need to bathe in her shimmering glow.'
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.
Brooke Davis has enchanted both the Winchester boys with her heavily dimpled smile and shiny hazel eyes; however it is Dean that has ultimately won her heart.
They meet through her uncle Bobby and although Dean is hesitant to pursue her at first - he wouldn’t be able to just sleep with her and swiftly dispose of her afterward like he usually did with other girls as Bobby would most likely castrate him - over time he soon realizes that he wants more then a one-night-stand with the bubbly brunette and he starts to make regular stops at Bobby and Ellen’s over the next few months. Brooke is their biological niece however they’d adopted her twenty four years ago when her mother had died in child-birth. It was a bittersweet blessing as both believed that they were unable to conceive naturally.
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Dean and Brooke are just friends and as much as he wants to take things further, he’s scared and for the life of him he can’t figure out why. When she is next to him and her arm grazes his slightly, his skin tingles electrically; the feeling spreading over his body and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as her voice fills his ears; her raspy echo replaying in his mind.
She’s fearless, beautiful, wild and a little bit broken. They are too alike yet too different at the same time; making them an imperfect balance of each other. She doesn’t swoon over him like every other girl he comes into contact with and he loves the way her cheeks flush a light shade of pink when he says something that makes her mad at him (which is pretty often.) They fight like cat and dog and he swears blind that he has a permanent imprint of her hand upon his cheek. Sometimes she drives him so crazy that he gets in his car and just speeds down the highway at break neck speed, trying to kill his mostly sexual frustrations.
But beside that nothing can take away Dean’s constant desire to be around her and his need to bathe in her shimmering glow. She takes the edge away from the sharp points of life and even if being next to her meant living in a world where he proverbially wore rose-tinted glasses - that blocked out the fact that his life was an unsolvable mess - that was totally fine by him.
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Brooke has irrevocably lost herself in Dean and although she tries hard to fight back the burgeoning feelings; she has begun to fall for him, although she’ll never let him know because he’s likely to tease her and tell her to get a grip.
It no longer matters to her that she has sworn herself off of love since her ex boyfriend Lucas Scott had broken her heart. Dean was different, if not a little unconventional. To all intents and purposes she should have liked his brother Sam - although she did; perhaps a little more so then she would care to admit - she had decided that she was over the brooding intellectual type and getting lost in Dean seemed like the best idea she had in a long time.
Her Uncle Bobby warns Brooke that a relationship with a Winchester man never has a happy ending and that she should remove any fanciful ideas that she has created in her mind as he’ll bring nothing but trouble to her. She instantly feigns disgust and scoffs at her father-figure, telling him that she doesn’t care one tiny bit about Dean Winchester, especially not in a romantic way. So he merely nods and tells her to ‘be careful, because she doesn’t want to seal her own fate and end up like the poor boy's mother.’ And she ignores him and replies that she makes her own fate.
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It’s a particularly hot afternoon and the two are in her Aunt Ellen’s empty bar shooting Jagermeister shots. He doesn’t know if the liquor has suddenly gone to his head or if he’s feeling lustfully drunk due to her presence, but he leans towards Brooke and kisses her without warning. She sharply goes to slap him across the face in protest, although she has strong feelings for him she isn’t quite sure of his intentions.
He grabs her arm before her hand connects with his face and his eyes lock with her own and with his free hand he cups her pink shaded cheek.
“I want you Brooke Davis; I’ve never met anyone so beautiful in my whole, entire life.’ He says with sincerity and she knows then and there that he means it.
Before he can continue she cuts him short and slams her own mouth against his and he moans into her mouth as he inhales her sweet vanilla scent. He drops her hand and she wraps both her arms around his neck.
After a few moments he picks her up and places her onto the bar top and as he does she intertwines her legs around his hips and thrusts him against her. There is a crash of glass as the Jagermeister bottle hits the floor but neither can hear it above the intense rushing in their ears. He begins to kiss her collar bone and she digs her nails into his shoulders as he trails his hot tongue in circles around her neck; her whole body tingling beneath his touch. They undress each other with urgency and soon they are having fast, heated sex upon the bar counter.
He leaves four hours later and she swears to everyone that she doesn’t care, but she does and she finds herself crying like a small, defeated child.
-
She doesn’t expect too see him walk into the Harvelle Roadhouse bar five months later, but he does and she has to pinch herself to make sure she’s not dreaming as she had dreamt about this moment endlessly.
“It’s you.” She says breathlessly.
“It’s me.” And with that she leaps into his arms and he twirls her round and round, telling her how much he’s missed her and she plants kisses all over his face.
He’d come back and she doesn’t care that it took five months for him to do so or that they have all sorts of forces - supernatural and otherwise - working against them because he came back for her and that is all that matters.
That night when they have sex for the second time, it’s slower, more meaningful and goes on for hours. She’s savouring every moment and she silently prays that he’ll never leave again and that she’ll always be this happy.
-
Over time he opens up to her fully and doesn’t hide any detail; no matter how meaningless he perceives the detail to be and yet she laps it up willingly. He tells her all the heavy stuff, like his fears for Sam and how lonely he is and he tells her the meaningless stuff like his favourite flavour of ice cream and whether or not he likes marmite. He knows for certain that he loves her and he puts off any major hunting trips for a whole year, blissfully disconnecting himself from that world. But things are never simple and Sam’s usually weak visions grew stronger and more violent and Dean knew that a big fight was brewing.
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“I’m leaving.” He states plainly, not looking her in the eye.
“I know.” She nods.
The silence is deafening and her eyes fall to the floor and she prepares to walk away as her heart shatters into tiny, little pieces.
“Come here.” He tugs her arm and she turns around and falls into his chest, burying her head into the crook of his neck.
“Come back to me?” She pleads looking up at him with glistening eyes.
“I promise.”
-
She’s not slept properly in weeks. She constantly tosses and turns before waking up gasping for air and covered in a cold, anxious sweat. She automatically reaches out for the side that Dean sleeps on and it takes her a split second to realize he’s not there. Her stomach ties itself into furious knots and her legs tangle furiously around the bed sheets while she tugs on his pillow and holds it protectively against her chest.
With each day that passes in his absence, she begins to wonder whether he’ll actually keep his promise.
-
Two blue lines and she doesn’t know whether to be thrilled or upset. It’s been three months since he left and she thought her missed periods were due to depression and the fact she’d barely eaten. It was only when Ellen had noticed her frequently being sick that she made her take a test.
Please come back to me Dean. Your unborn child needs you. I need you.
So like the dutiful pregnant girlfriend; she waits.
-
She knew the sound of that engine all too well and her heart skips a beat as she hears it. He’s home, he’s alive. Thank God.
She runs outside to greet him, her feet pounding hard on the ground beneath her feet. She stops suddenly in front of the Impala, catching her breath and placing her hand upon her barely visible bump. It’s then that her eyes fall upon Sam; standing alone.
“Sam where’s Dean?” She tilts her head in confusions as she asks.
“Brooke - ” He chokes on his words and it’s then that she figures it out. She knows, Oh God she knows.
“No.” She says while shaking her head furiously.
“He made a deal to save me, but he never got ten years.” He’s sobbing now and he reaches out to touch her and she flinches away from him.
“No. No. No. No.”
Her legs crumble beneath her and she hits the tarmac underneath her with such a force that she sprains her ankle. She tightens her fists into balls and she’s digging her nails so hard into the palm of her hands that she’s drawing blood, but she’s crying and screaming so hard that she barely even notices.
In that moment she hates him so much for not keeping his promise and coming back to her like he said he would. She stares at the ground, wishing it would swallow her whole and make the pain go away.
-
Three months after the birth of her son - Dean John Winchester - She sleeps with Sam. It’s comfortable and natural but afterwards she weeps uncontrollably. She feels like she’s betrayed Dean for sleeping with his brother whilst he lies dead in the ground. She loves Sam, she really does, but it’ll never come close to the way she feels about Dean.
Sam knows he’s second best, although he pretends that Brooke loves him as much as he has grown to love her. She depends on him, and for now, that’s enough.
But she’ll never be the same Brooke that had once enchanted him with her heavily dimpled smile and shiny hazel eyes.
That girl had died the day his brother had.
You can't leave,
Every second, dripping off my fingertips,
Wage your war,
Another soldier, says he's not afraid to die,
Well I am scared,
In slow motion, the blast is beautiful,
Doors slam shut,
A clock is ticking, but it's hidden far away,
Safe and sound.