The knock on the door wasn't surprising. Brooke knew enough people in town that she'd felt like it had been a never ending stream of familiar faces, even though only a handful of people had come by. But with the stress of Rachel in the hospital, trying to look after Cassie and doing anything she could to keep her mind off what Dean and Sam were doing - and that she'd probably never see them again - she was exhausted
( ... )
It's strange how some things change overnight, just like that - gone or different, or never what you thought they were in the first place. And there was no changing those things back. It made it seem like nothing was constant underneath your feet. Like the earth itself could suddenly shift and be a different world entirely
( ... )
Despite the look on Dean's face and the fact that he was alone, Brooke tried not to let herself think about what happened to Sam. Even when her eyes flickered briefly towards the Impala and she realized there was no outline of another person in the waning light, she still clung to some shred of hope that he was in New York with Claire. But in her gut, she knew that the only Winchester brother left standing was the one in front of her.
When her eyes settled on Dean's face again, all thoughts of Sam vanished as quickly as they'd come. Uncurling her fingers from the fists she didn't know she'd formed, Brooke finally snapped out of the shock enough to take a hesitant step forward.
There wasn't a lot of space between them, but it still felt like miles.
At first, she just lifted a hand to his cheek, letting it rest there as her thumb ran gently over his cheekbone. She wasn't trying to get him to look at her, even though she wanted him to, she was just checking to make sure he was really there. That he was solidIt didn't take long for
( ... )
She broke the space between them, finally, and before he knew it, she was wrapped up against him, her relief a physical thing evident in the way she clung to him. His own hands moved gently to her waist at first, but the moment he gave himself into that much, he was done for
( ... )
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When her eyes settled on Dean's face again, all thoughts of Sam vanished as quickly as they'd come. Uncurling her fingers from the fists she didn't know she'd formed, Brooke finally snapped out of the shock enough to take a hesitant step forward.
There wasn't a lot of space between them, but it still felt like miles.
At first, she just lifted a hand to his cheek, letting it rest there as her thumb ran gently over his cheekbone. She wasn't trying to get him to look at her, even though she wanted him to, she was just checking to make sure he was really there. That he was solidIt didn't take long for ( ... )
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