dudeimbatman | Apologizing? Yeah, that's what this is. [RP for giveandforgive]

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Apologizing? Yeah, that's what this is. [RP for giveandforgive]

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The fucking door was locked. Of course the fucking door was locked. Dean blew air out his nose and paced in front of the door a moment. He had a chokehold on some white flowers he'd jerked out of the yard next door and he was half certain they were weeds instead of flowers. He kind of wanted to Rhett Butler the whole thing (Yes, he's seen Gone with the Wind. Deal with it) but he was pretty sure if he remembered right it had pissed Scarlett off and chances were good it was going to piss Brooke off too. Instead he went to the Impala and got his lock picks out of the trunk. He carried them back in the house, took a few seconds to pick the lock and opened the door. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him and looked up to Brooke. He figured his chances were about fifty fifty she'd throw his ass out right now.

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It took Brooke a minute to figure out how he had gotten in. She had locked the door. She had definitely locked the door. Which meant...

"You picked the lock?!" she half asked, half shouted, standing up and closing her laptop.

"You locked the damn door. How else was I supposed to get in?" Dean asked. "I thought about kicking it in. Figured that'd piss you off more and then I'd have twice as many things to apologize about."

"You were right, it would have," Brooke confirmed for him, crossing her arms. She took a few steps toward him and stopped. "What do you want?"

"I'm sorry," he started, already pretty damn certain he was going to screw this up. "Not because your pissed at me or because the chances are high I'm sleeping in the backseat of the Impala. I'm sorry because I don't want you to think that I don't know you love me or that it doesn't mean anything when you say you do. It does...a lot." He looked down at the 'flowers' in his hand.

"And these are probably weeds but they're for you." He held them out to her and felt totally lame. Yeah, his chances of being kicked the hell out probably just jumped up to at least 80%

Brooke hesitated for a moment before she accepted the flowers. She didn't want to make this easy for him because he had been way out of line bringing up the 'during sex' thing, but it was hard to stay mad at him. And he was going out of his way to make things right, don't think she hadn't noticed that.

"Dean," Brooke grumbled, setting the flowers down on the table. "You really suck sometimes, you know that?"

"So I'm getting an upgrade?" Dean smirked. He shook his head and nodded. "Yeah. I'm a dumb ass. Got that."

"You're a dumb ass," she repeated. "But I knew that even when I didn't know your name. I don't need you to be perfect. I don't even need you to try to be. I just..." she sighed. "You know all of that."

"Pretty much," Dean nodded. He shoved his hands in the pockets of John's coat. He was going with the less talking, more standing and waiting for her to talk approach right now. It was the next best thing to having his mouth sewn shut.

"I meant it every time I said it," she reminded him. "Even the first time. It wasn't planned but it was what was in my heart."

"I know that," Dean nodded. "My heart and my mouth haven't been talking to each other in at least25 years. It's going to take some time." He hesitated, pursing his lips and pondering for a moment.

"Lying is easy to me, Brooke. I lie at every single job. I've been lying since I was four years old. Truth is harder. Just because I don't say something, doesn't mean it's not there."

Brooke nodded, knowing it was best to nip that part of the conversation in the bud as quickly as possible. "I can live with that," she agreed quietly.

"But I don't want to not say something just because you don't."

"I don't want you to stop saying it," Dean told her quickly. "I can count on two hands the times I heard that from anyone my whole life...well after Mom died. She used to say it all the time. It's...kind of awesome to hear."

"Good," she replied, sitting down now that she wasn't as angry. "I wouldn't stop if you told me to."

"Really?" Dean said, his eyebrows quirking up. He was still kind of waiting for the whole argument to come to blows. He hadn't really fought with Brooke enough to know she didn't do things that way.

"Yeah," Brooke answered with a shrug. "I'm not programed that way. Sorry."

"I don't have a problem with that, Sweetheart," Dean told her with a slight smile.

"Okay," she nodded. "We'll be okay."

And that surprised Dean as much as anything. He glanced over his shoulder like he was waiting for the other shoe to jump out and attack him then looked back to Brooke. He furrowed his brow, thinking about her words a moment and twisted his mouth to the side a little bit. After a minute or so he nodded. "Yeah...I think so."

Dean Winchester? Completely in fucking foreign territory right now.

"Alright," she looked over at Dean, wondering why he seemed so confused if they were really okay. And since she thought they were okay, she wasn't sure what his problem was.

He kept his hands in his pocket, rocking back on his heels slight. Still pretty damn confused as to how this was over so quick and easy. Finally after a minute he looked up to her.

"You know I realize I'm a lucky bastard."

"Yeah, I know," she answered. He might have called her a 'lucky girlfriend' when he was flirting with other girls, but when he was with her, he treated her better than that. "Thank you for my flowers."

The 'lucky girlfriend' was really just more of Dean's bluster and cocky attitude to cover up everything else. When he was with just her, he didn't need to cover up as much. "Yeah...you're welcome. Thank the neighbors next door. They came out of their yard and I'm pretty sure I crippled their cat stepping on it."

He couldn't just say 'you're welcome'. Waaaaaaay too easy.

Brooke smiled. "I hate that cat."

"Me too. I'm pretty sure it pisses on my tires every night," Dean grinned at her.

"Nobody does that to your baby, I guess he had it coming," she teased.

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