Sam laid in bed, his arms under the pillow and quiet snores escaped his mouth. Sam's eyes quickly shot open and right away he noticed there was no aroma of coffee or breakfast running through the house. He turned his head and saw that Brooke wasn't there so she had to be somewhere in the house.

"Brooke!" He rolled over and grabbed a pack of cigarettes and took one out. He put it in his mouth and lit it. He didn't hear any sound. He looked towards the door, "Brooke!" Still nothing.

Sam sat up quickly and got out of bed, "Where the fuck is that bitch? Brooke!" He walked out of his room and headed down the hall and down the stairs. He reached the kitchen and found the dishes from last night still in the sink. "BROOKE!"

Dean opened his apartment door and let Brooke in first. She slowly walked in and looked around her, compared to Sam's house this place was neat, even though it had bachelor pad written all over it. Dean closed and locked the door behind him. He noticed some of his clothing on the floor and quickly picked it up and threw it towards the bathroom hamper that was sitting in the hall.

"Sorry about the place, maids on vacation," he said with a slight smile and she just looked at him. "Alright," he said not knowing how to get her to talk. He was a little unsure on what to do to make her feel comfortable. Her brother must have done a number on her. "I'm guessing you don't have anything but that to wear right now huh?"

Brooke looked down at herself then back at him and nodded. He gave her a slight nod, "I'll be back."

She watched him walk into his bedroom. She bit her bottom lip and looked at her only exit but did she really want to go back there. God knows she didn't but she had no other choice. She had nowhere else to go and Sam made sure of that. And it was only a matter of time before he found her.

"Plan on leaving?" asked Dean walking back into the small living room.

Brooke looked back at him quickly her eyes wide. She remembered a lot of times when she first was with Sam when he would ask her that when she was near the door or even looking out the window.

"N-no sir," she said.

Dean arched an eyebrow, "Sir?" He put on a smile showing her he thought it was funny, "I like the sound of that but not coming out of your mouth...here." He handed her a flannel of his and a towel and washcloth. "Bathroom is right there, clean up, take your time ok?"

Brooke looked up into his eyes, "Thank you."

"Hey, no need to thank me, just doing my job." He put on a smirk, "Don't mind the stuff in the bathroom." She nodded as she headed that way and closed the door.

Dean sighed rubbing the back of his neck and looking around, "I should definitely tidy up the place while she's in there."

Brooke looked at herself in the mirror and saw the new bruises that had taken over the old ones on her face. One time Sam told her the reason he hits her in the face is so no other man would look at her the way he did. She placed her hand on the large lump under her eye and winced. She felt tears burning at her eyelids and she frowned.

Dean finished placing the sheet over the mattress on the sofa bed and looked up hearing the bathroom door open. He had to take a double look when he saw Brooke. She was clean now, the bruises and cuts still there, but he couldn't help but think how beautiful she really was. She bit her bottom lip holding her dirty clothes to her.

"Uh...I, uh," stuttered Dean as his eyes raced over her. He quickly snapped out of it. "I made you a bed."

"You didn't have to I could have slept on the floor," she said playing with her hands.

Dean smirked, "Trust me sweetheart you don't want to sleep on this floor."

She gave him a nod and he scratched the back of his head looking around, "So you can help yourself to anything in the kitchen you can see it's not far at all," he turned to look at it his small kitchen then turned back, "watch TV, read any of the magazines you want...hey I even have an XBOX go wild."

She gave him a small smile, "Thank you again...Dean."

"Hey what I say, don't thank me."

He watched her sit on the bed slowly and she looked up at him, "Should I repay you?"

Dean didn't know if he heard her right, "Excuse me?"

"Do-do you want me to do anything for you in return?"

Dean sighed heavily and rubbed his face with his hand. He took a seat next to her and leaned on his hand just staring at the wall in the kitchen, "Don't ever ask that," he looked at her and she nodded quickly, "You're not here to be my servant or sex slave or whatever the hell you angels are to those men. You're here as a guest, under protective custody...understood?"

She looked down at the floor and nodded, "Yes."

Dean looked away from her and shook his head. What has his little brother done to her?

"There's no use," she said and he looked at her again. Her eyes looked into his, "There's no use in hiding me, he'll find me no matter what. Sam always gets what he wants."

"Not this time." Dean stood up and walked towards his bedroom. He turned his head to look at her and watched her looking around his apartment. He put a small smirk on, "Hey," she looked at him, "you look good in my flannel." He watched the surprise look on her face as if it was the first time she had gotten a compliment in years, and it has. He winked at her before walking into his bedroom and closing the door.

Dean woke up the next day and rolled over onto his back. He could hear Brooke all night whimpering in her sleep. She must have nightmares of Sam and all the things she's been through. Dean sighed and ran a hand through his hair and down his face and that's when he smelled coffee and another scent going through his apartment.

He got up out of bed and slipped on a pair of jeans. He walked out of his bedroom and blinked a few times seeing that the stuff on the floor had been picked up in the hall. He looked in the bathroom to see it spotless, the sofa bed had been put back and the sheets and blanket were in a ball by the laundry basket. The coffee table was cleaned off and his magazines were stacked nice and ordered underneath. He looked in the kitchen to see a plate and a mug sitting with the morning paper next to it. And Brooke...she was cooking, but to him it looked like slaving, over the stove.

"What's going on?"

Brooke jumped and moved the pan over to the unused burner. She looked at him scared, "I-I'm sorry I didn't have it done sooner. I'll get up early next time...please don't," she swallowed hard staring into his eyes, "don't hurt me."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down," said Dean walking over to her but she backed away. Bad move Dean. He stopped and backed up a little too, "Just calm down."

"I'll finish your breakfast...there wasn't much in the fridge so I just made some pancakes from scratch."

Dean watched her play nervously with the front of the flannel as if it were a shield keeping her from him.

"Alright...let's take a deep breath here ok? I'm not mad...to tell you the truth I am really confused."

"Why?" she asked quickly, "What I do?"

Dean's eyes widened and he looked around his apartment, "Sweetheart what is all this. I told you to feel comfortable, not go nanny robot on my ass."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no...Ok listen to me," she nodded staring at him. He could tell she was still scared, "Please just calm down. What you did here I am grateful for. Hell I haven't really eaten a decent breakfast since I my mother passed and I was living at home. But I don't want you doing all of this. You did everything right but you did it because you were afraid right?"

Brooke nodded, "Y-yes, I was trained to wake up early every morning and make sure the place was spotless and breakfast and coffee were ready at the table, still hot and fresh, and a newspaper waiting."

"Shit," he said. Sam had really made her into a slave. Dean shook his head, "Ok, I'm only going to say this once. Unless I ask for help or you get bored do not clean for me or make me breakfast ok?"

Brooke nodded, "Ok...can I finish this though for you?"

"Yeah."

Brooke tucked some hair behind her ear and went back to cooking. Dean grabbed the mug on the breakfast bar and poured himself some coffee. "Where did you find coffee?"

Brooke grabbed the plate and put the pancakes on it. She walked over to a cabinet and opened it, "When I was organizing your cupboards I found some. It's not expired at all and it was sealed."

Dean nodded, "Huh, I never knew. I usually go to the coffee shop down the street."

She smiled up at him and handed him the plate, "Here you go."

"Aren't you going to eat?"

She bit her bottom lip and shook her head, "Later."

For some reason Dean didn't believe her but he let it slide this time. He sat at the breakfast bar and went to eat when he watched her pick up the sponge to clean the pan.

"Put that sponge down and back away from the sink slowly," he said to her.

Brooke dropped the sponge and looked at him, "I need to clean it."

"No you don't. You need to sit down and relax. What time did you wake up?"

Brooke took the seat next to him and played with the sleeves on the flannel, "Four."

Dean almost choked on his coffee as he looked at her, "Four? You woke up at four to clean and cook for me?"

"Uh huh."

"Ok I'm making some rules, rule number one do not wake up before seven. Got it?"

She nodded, "Yes."

"Rule number two, you eat when you're hungry. No one likes a petite skinny girl that's all skin and bones," he smirked, "Trust me, I like a little cushion," he winked at her before biting down on the pancake. When he swallowed he looked at her, "This is really good. You made it from scratch?"

"Yes, um, I had to learn quickly to improvise when Sam was hungry and we barely had anything."

"Do you know how good these are?" He dug into it and she couldn't help but smile. Sam never complimented on her food.

"Really? You like them?"

"I love them. Like I said I live off of the coffee shop and fast food."

"I could tell," she grinned at him.

"You calling me fat?"

She shook her head, "I clean up a lot of pizza boxes and carry out bags."

Dean smirked and watched her trace the patterns on the breakfast bar top, "You never tried your food have you?"

She looked up at him and shook her head, "No, you eat up. I'll eat later."

"And what are you going to eat?"

"A cracker or something."

"Nope, here try some of your delicious pancakes." He handed her a fork and she hesitantly took a piece and put it in her mouth. Dean watched her and smiled when her eyes widened.

"They are really good," she said, "Best thing I've had in years...here if I get hungry I'll make myself some." She gave him the fork back and got up from bar.

"What are you doing?"

"Sorting your laundry."

"No, no, stop-"

"No, I am going to be staying here you are going to have clean clothes, not ones that smell up your apartment."

Dean frowned, "My apartment doesn't smell."

"That's because you're use to the smell. It's particularly on you."

"I smell?"

"No your apartment does. You smell fine."

Dean grinned, "I do?"

Brooke blushed, "Yes, you remind me of when my father would take me down to the mechanic shop with him. The smell of oil, leather and man."

Dean made a face, "I hope I don't smell like that."

"No you don't. I'm just saying you remind me of it with your scent." She shook her head and realized this is the most of a conversation she's ever had in those three long years. She sat down on the couch and went through his hamper. But what she found made her look at Dean again, "Dean?"

"Hmmm?"

"You want to tell me something?"

Dean looked over and smirked seeing her holding up a black and white strapless push up bra, "One of my friends must have forgot that here. Don't worry she won't be back to get it so you can have it. It looks to be your size."

"How do you even know my size?"

Dean continued smirking as he placed his dishes in the sink and wiped his mouth. He turned back to her, "I know sizes."

A few minutes later Brooke was standing in front of four piles of clothing, Dean's work clothes, Dean's every day clothes, Dean's boxers and a large pile of women's under garments, shirts, jeans etc.

Dean walked out of the pile and she looked up at him arching an eyebrow. He smiled, "What can I say…the ladies adore me."

"Mmhmm, it looks like you adore them more," she said as she kneeled down and started going through the women's clothes, "I don't know if I'll feel comfortable wearing another woman's underwear that's just unsanitary. Shirts, yes but some of these jeans I cannot fit into."

"Why not?"

"They're three's," she picked up a pair of shorts and made a face placing them on her butt and looking at them from behind. Dean tilted his head a little and nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, you're definitely not a three." He winked at her and she blushed slightly.

"What should I do about clothes?"

"I'll take you out."

Brooke froze, "Take me out?"

Dean heard the nervousness in her voice. He turned around and walked up to her, "Don't worry Sam wouldn't show his face out in public right now. He must know that you aren't there by now but he isn't stupid. You should know."

Brooke nodded, "Ok…let me just put some shorts on and we can go."

Brooke was still nervous that someone might recognize her. If not Sam then someone else part of the gang not knowing what's going on.

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Dean sighed looking around the woman's department. He was holding already three bags of clothes for Brooke, also some things she'll need like shampoo, conditioner, etc. He saw one of the patrol cars go by the outlet. He called them, he knew his brother wasn't stupid, but he never knew what was going to happen with Brooke by his side. Just in case he may need some back up. There was more than Sam in that Lord's gang and he couldn't take the chances of Brooke getting hurt or worse.

"Dean?"

Dean turned his head to see Brooke popping her head out of the dressing room, "Yeah?"

"Could you help me with this one thing?"

Dean placed the bags on the floor by the chair and got up. He walked over to the dressing room and opened the door slowly. His eyes widened when he saw her standing there in a beautiful black and white mini dress. He swallowed hard pretending he didn't just check her out.

"What's up?"

"I can't get the zipper down…but before you help me with that…is this ok? I can get something else I mean it's not that I really want it-"

"Brooke, sweetheart," he said with a smile, "You look great in it."

Brooke smiled up at him, "Thank you."

Dean smiled back at her and took the zipper in his hand and pulled it down slowly. Brooke watched him in the mirror as his eyes followed the zipper.

Once the zipper was down he saw a few scars on her back and silently cursed. He ran his thumb over one causing Brooke to tense up.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I'll just wait for you out there."

Brooke nodded and watched as he left and closed the door. Brooke turned saw the few scars on her back and frowned. A few tears escaped her eyes thinking of Sam and what he had done to her in the past three years.

One incident was because she wanted some new clothes and went out and got herself some. She was still new to the whole angel and lord's thing and didn't know that she wasn't allowed out alone.

3 Years Ago

"Where the fuck did you go?" yelled Sam as Brooke closed the door behind her.

"I- I had to get some new clothes Sam. I told you nothing was fitting me anymore," she stuttered as he stalked up to her. She nervously stared at him and wondered what was about to come to her.

"I told you before Brooke that you do not leave this house unless escorted by me or another member! You do not go out and do things for yourself! If I want you to walk around in clothes that are too small for you or ripped up or dirty you are going to do that!"

"But Sam-" A hard slap sound echoed throughout the living room.

Sam grabbed the bags in her hands and threw them on the other side of the room. He grabbed her arm pulling her up the stairs and towards their room.

"Looks like someone needs to be taught another lesson."

"Please Sam I didn't know! I forgot! Please don't do this!"

"Well maybe now you'll remember!" He threw her into their room. He walked towards the head of the bed and unhooked the handcuffs from around the one pole that was from the other night. Sam always liked to be in control in all sorts of ways. "You know what to do! Take your shirt off and get on your knees facing the bed!"

Brooke quietly crawled over to the bed and sat on her knees. She took her shirt off and waited. Sam grabbed her wrist forcefully and cuffed them to the bed. Tears had already spilled out on her face knowing what was coming.

She closed her eyes hearing him getting ready. She tried to brace herself for what was about to come.

SLAP!

Brooke's eyes tightened and a whimper came out of her mouth. She knew he was just warming up; they would get worse as he got angrier thinking of what she had done or anything else on his mind.

Another one came, another, another and another.

They didn't stop and she couldn't control the painful screams that came out of her mouth. She opened her eyes and flinched again when another one came. She looked out the window where the sun was shining and hoped one day that she would be able to see it and feel it on her skin again. That someone would save her.

Present

Brooke left the dress in the dressing room and walked out to Dean.

"Where's the dress?" he asked and saw her face. He knew something was wrong.

"I-uh, it just didn't feel right," she shrugged, "Can we go? I think I got enough."

"What do you mean it didn't feel right? I told you, you looked great in it."

She shook her head, "I can't have it. Can we just go?"

Dean looked into her pleading eyes. He knew she wanted it, hell he would love to see her wearing it again but like he said before, Sam did a number on her. She must have remembered something in the dressing room to make her panic and freak about getting one little dress.

Dean nodded placing his sunglasses back on. He took her hand in his and led her out the store. Brooke saw the patrol car and frowned.

"Come on let's get something to eat," he said walking across the street.

"Oh no, you can, I'm fine."

Dean sighed heavily and once they were on the sidewalk he turned to her, "Look at me." Brooke slowly looked up at him. Dean took his sunglasses off, "I'm not Sam. I am not going to hurt you for buying something you want. I am not going to punish you for eating before me. I want you to do what you want to do, please."

Brooke looked around herself with her arms crossed across her chest. She looked back up at Dean, "I don't know what I want anymore. I don't know how to do things for myself."

Dean cupped her face with his hand, "You're free Brooke, you hear me? You are free."

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"I want everyone out looking for her!" yelled Sam as he walked around the large table that everyone in the Lords sat at. "Brooke is somewhere out there and no one is to rest until she is found!"

"Why not just get another one boss?" asked one of them.

"You know how hard it is to train them, break them and mold them back to what you want. Plus Brooke knows things that she shouldn't know. If the cops get their hands on her, that's it, that's the end of us. She will stand up in court and point all of us out and we will be in prison for the rest of our lives. So go out there and bring her back! I want her alive because she is going to get the lesson of her life when she gets back. No one walks out on Sam Winchester!"

The Lords nodded as they got up and walked towards the door. Sam picked up a mug off the table and glared at it. He turned around and threw it out towards the window causing it to shatter and the mug to disappear outside.

Brooke was going to learn that she should have never walked out on him. When he gets his hands back on her, she is going to wish she was never born.

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