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Phone Call for giveandforgive [Locked to Brooke]

"You gonna call her?" Sam asked.

"Said I would," Dean answered.

"Well...you ought to."

"Sammy...shut up."

In response, Sam had shoved his earbuds in his ears and turned up his music. Right now he had his forehead against the passenger window pretending to be asleep. Dean fished his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and dialed Brooke's number. He wasn't mad. He hadn't been lying about that. He was hurt. He knew why but he didn't understand it. He hadn't been lying about wanting to get a jump on the research. That part was true too. The real reason he didn't want to go back and talk to her face to face right now was because he didn't know how to handle this. He didn't know what the hell he was thinking or feeling. He waited for Brooke to pick up the phone and hoped this wasn't Dean Winchester, screwing up.

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"Um yeah, you do," Brooke agreed. She couldn't not now that he had established her awesome weekend wasn't exactly more awesome than any other one he'd had.

"Yeah, well this is what happens when you let me talk," Dean responded. He blew out a breath through his nose. "I say it and your gonna toss my ass out. That's how it goes. I don't say it and you're gonna toss my ass out. I can't win, Brooke."

"You think I can?" she asked him dryly. "I told you about Lucas as look at where that got us."

"Fine. You kick my ass out, you kick it out," Dean growled. "Dammit...Brooke...I love you. I'll pick up the rest of my shit when we get back."

Brooke was stunned into silence at Dean's words. As far as she understood, Dean and Sam didn't even admit to loving each other unless they had to. "Dean--" she started, but she couldn't find anything to say. He'd given her that and now it was hard to process.

"What?" He was cranky, grumpy and waiting for the iron skillet to hit him in the head. He had no doubt it was coming. That was the way this shit worked. Or worse yet, she'd end up dead. Wouldn't that be just a barrel of laughs. Maybe he'd be able to sell Sammy to get her back.

"I..." Suck at this, she probably should have said. But instead she kept trying. "If it's like how it is with Lucas and Peyton for everyone, if we all get one person that fate and shit put us with that we're supposed to have, I hope it's you. Me and you."

That was the last thing he expected her to say. It almost left him speechless. Almost. There were a thousand things he could say, probably should say but he figured warning labels ought to be recited in person.

"Yeah...me too."

For just a little while he could let himself believe that he could have the dream world, minus the death and blood sucking. He could things the way his dad and his mom would have and he could still hunt.

"Good," Brooke whispered. She cleared her throat and tried to figure out what else there was to say. "Are we okay?"

"Sweetheart, we're awesome," Dean smirked. It seemed like a pretty good bet at this moment that she wasn't going to kick him out when he got back.

"It's going to be a tough week for Matthew," she said, moving away from any talk of them. They were good now, she didnt want to screw it up. "He's used to you being here."

"Yeah..." Dean nodded as he thought about that a moment. "I'll call him every day, more often if I can. Maybe after school and when he's going to bed. He'll get used to it and coming back will make up for it. Dad used to be gone a lot and the best days were always the ones when he came back."

"He'll be over the moon when you come home," she agreed. "He's already talking about it. And Claire mentioned cooking a big dinner. Sam must be doing something right that I don't want him doing at all."

"I'll have to give him the Chris Hanson talk," Dean chuckled a little. "Dinner would be nice. Sammich and I usually end up in diners and eating out of vending machines and I'm gonna miss the Little Dude. You be careful while I'm gone, alright?"

"Please do," Brooke muttered. She nodded at the comment about being careful, even though he couldn't see it. "Shouldn't I be telling you that?"

"Yeah...well...the people I care about usually end up dying," Dean said quietly. After a second he he bounced back, trying to lighten the mood."And I really don't think selling Sammy will get you and Matthew back so that leaves selling the Impala's soul and that will leave me a broken, broken man."

"Couldn't lose her," Brooke said with a laugh. It wasn't really funny, but she knew he was trying. "Nothing is going to happen to us."

"Yeah...nothing," Dean nodded. "Just-I know you hate salt lines but there's a box of rock salt in my room. If anything happens, make a circle, put you and Matthew in it and call me."

"Dean, repeat after me," she started. "I'm a a paranoid jerk and nothing is going to happen to the people I love."

"I'm a paranoid jerk and nothing is going to happen to the people I love," Dean smirked. "Unless you're Mom, Dad or Sammy. Just be careful."

"Sam will be fine too," Brooke insisted. "Because if anything happens to either one of you, you have to answer to me."

"I'm not worried about Sam. He can take care of himself and he's got me," Dean responded.

"Well I can take care of myself," Brooke reminded him. "And Matthew has me."

"Yeah...alright," Dean nodded. "What are you two gonna do while I'm gone?" He was tired of talking about how much he was going to worry but he wasn't tired of talking to her.

"I don't know yet," she admitted, thinking it over for a second. "He has Student of the Week stuff to do for next week, maybe we'll start on some of it. He hasn't said what he wants to do for it yet."

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