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    June 25th, 2019 at 05:55am
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    Walking away. That had been the hardest thing that Brooklyn had ever done in her life. She had thought watching Dean mourn his father's death had been hard, and it had, but nothing compared to the amount of guilt that she felt every day. Knowing that she had slipped out of their hotel room and Dean would have woken up in the morning not knowing why. She knew the man well enough to know he would be angry and frustrated and ultimately he would likely blame himself. And that killed her because her walking away hadn't been because she thought Dean had done anything wrong. She left because it had been the only choice that she had, Brooklyn thought. How would she have explained to Dean that she was pregnant? Dean had a job to do and he did that job well, she couldn't stop him. And she couldn't stand by and watch as her baby wondered where their father was.

    When she had learned that she was having a daughter, there was no doubt in her mind what she would name her. Mary, Brooklyn's little girl, looked every bit the part of Dean Winchester's daughter. Every day when she woke up and headed to the diner with her toddler in tow, Brooklyn would have to take a moment to remind herself that she had left for a reason. That her daughter would never know what it meant to grow up a hunter's daughter and would only know her daddy was a hero. Because Dean Winchester, he was a hero.

    "I know, baby. I'm going to get you a pancake as soon as I can but Momma, she has to start work, okay? Why don't you colour?" Brooklyn urged the toddler where she sat at the end of the counter in a seat that was reserved solely for her daughter. Brooklyn couldn't afford child care so it was easier to just bring Brooklyn along with her to work and that way she got to keep an eye on her as well.

    Kissing Mary's head, Brooklyn wrapped the apron around her torso before picking up her notepad. She poked her head into the kitchen and called out that she was here - signal enough to start a pancake and juice for Mary. Sighing as she turned around, Brooklyn made her way out to the diner. Just like every day, Brooklyn would greet a table and return with their drinks. Middle of a rush, Brooklyn wasn't really paying much attention to the people she was greeting.

    "Hello, gentlemen. Our special today is shrimp alfredo and the soup is corn chowder. What can I get sta-" Brooklyn hiccuped as she caught Sam's eye. The colour drained from her features before she was able to recover and continue. Praying that she wouldn't be recognized. "Sorry, what can I get started for you?" Please.
    June 25th, 2019 at 05:56am
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    Emotions weren’t something Dean was good with. He had walls built up so high that he knew it was nearly impossible for people to get close to him, even his own brother he had trouble being vulnerable with at times, so when he opened the door to that it was a huge deal to him. If Dean let someone in then he had to think a hell of a lot about that person because not many people got to see a side of him that was vulnerable and raw. But he caught on quickly after he realized that Brooklyn was gone that he shouldn’t trust anyone other than Sam and Bobby. Not really. They were the only two people in the world who he had left he felt like. He’d do anything for Sam because that his brother and the only actual family he had left, and he’d do anything for Bobby as well because the man was like a father to Dean and he knew he wouldn’t still be there without him. But that was it, he yearned to have Brooklyn be a part of the few people he trusted but she just wasn’t anymore. Not after ditching him like she had, and with no explanation.

    It had not been easy to attempt and let himself heal from that. She had left in such a hurry and at such an odd time for them all that it felt like she was running from him and of course it made him wonder. Had he done something, had he said something? What had changed so drastically to make her just leave like that. And why hadn’t she talked to him? Sure he was always the most open guy in the world, but he’d always been different with her.

    He’d tried not to think about it much as of late, he did still have a job to do. There were still people who needed to be saved and monsters that needed to be killed, so he couldn’t let his broken heart get in the way. And little by little every day he was getting better. But he hadn’t expected the find himself in his current situation. Here he was sitting at a diner in some small town with Sam trying to go over small details of the case they were working when an all too familiar voice made his ears perk and he found himself looking up at the girl who’d broken his heart.

    And he was frozen in place. What did he do that wouldn’t be over the top dramatic? Did he pretend he didn’t recognize her and just let it go? Or did say something to her? Honestly, he was in such shock he didn’t even know.

    [ really hope this was okay! Let me know if you want me to change anything! ]
    June 25th, 2019 at 08:11pm
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    {nah, it's wonderful! Arms }

    Brooklyn still remembered how she felt when she left that shitty motel room, leaving both Sam and Dean behind in her wake. It killed her knowing that she was leaving the only family she had. Dean was her boyfriend, Sam like a brother to her. SHe had wanted so badly to stay, to tell Dean the truth of why she'd been getting sick the past few days. It wasn't the flu that they had thought it was, no, it was the fact that she was pregnant with his baby. But every time that she thought about it, every time she tried to tell Dean, the words were caught on her tongue. She couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth because it would change everything for the three of them.

    If she told Dean, she knew that he would step up. That had never been a doubt in Brooklyn's mind but she knew how important getting revenge for his parents' death was to him. She remembered how both boys had mourned their father's loss. She saw the way that Dean had retreated into himself, trying to figure out what life without John meant for him. The way that Sam had stopped being so hopeful... it had killed her. And the past few years, Brooklyn saw life breathed back into them when they realized that they could make the world a just place. The more monsters they took out, the more innocent lives were saved. And ultimately, the closer they were to defeating Azazel and Lucifer.

    But she had a new purpose in this world. Little, three year old Mary Winchester. The little girl was as fierce as she imagined her daughter's namesake to be. She had heard stories from both Dean and John about Dean's mother.

    Her cheeks tinged a steadily deeper shade of red the longer that she stood in front of the two Winchester brothers. Dean was staring at her and she was staring at the little stand on the other side of the table that featured their specials. She swallowed, her breathe hitching as she willed herself to stay calm.

    "Bacon cheeseburger, Dean?" Brooklyn forced the words out, wincing at how her voice cracked. She didn't want to admit that she recognized them but she also knew that there was no choice. She couldn't pretend that she was someone else. Dean and Sam were both too smart for that.

    "I... we can talk after my shift. But I can't... right now," Brooklyn muttered, refusing to give in to the pool to just do as her heart wanted.
    June 27th, 2019 at 03:43am
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    [ okay good tehe ]

    "y- yeah. Please," Dean said nodding his head before he went to put his menu away. Clearly, his eyes were, in fact, not deceiving him and the waitress was, in fact, Brooklyn, so of course, she would know what he wanted. He would hope that even though she'd run out on him and Sam she would remember what he liked. She had spent quite a lot of time with them after all, and even though it had been a while since he'd seen her Dean could still remember her. There were still times when he and Sam would stop at places like this on the road and without realizing he was doing it he'd order Brooklyn's order as if she was just in the bathroom. Even when he knew that wasn't the case he couldn't help himself. Maybe it made him a little crazy but he couldn't help it, she had been a huge part of his life and he'd actually given a rather large piece of himself to her.

    "When do you get off?" He asked her finding himself wringing his hands, an awful trait that he'd picked up on doing when he was uncomfortable and right now he was extremely uncomfortable. He didn't know why he felt the way he did, maybe he was more nervous than uncomfortable.

    Whatever his feelings were Dean would be here when she got off to talk to her about everything because he couldn't pass this up. He needed to finally get some damn closure on this whole thing. He wanted to finally just move past this but he knew that he couldn't do that until he had all the facts and he didn't. He still to this day had no idea why she'd run off as she had. He still spent some nights tossing and turning thinking that he'd done something and like this was all his fault. And Dean just wanted, no he needed, to know what could have caused her to leave him and Sam as she had.
    June 28th, 2019 at 05:25am