Nicole stared at the two figures sitting across the pool. Sam was leaning back; resting against Dean and Dean had her arms wrapped comfortably around her. Her fingers lacing through Sam’s and they were talking softly to each other. Nicole felt stunned, beside herself with jealousy and betrayed.
           

           “You sure you want to do this?”

           “Uh-huh…”

           “I still think it’s a waste of time…”

           “You want her or not?”

           Dean sighed. “She doesn’t have any feelings for me, Sam…”

           “You’re wrong…”

           “Oh, since when did you become the expert on love?” Dean asked.

           “I’m not saying that I’m an expert…” Sam said, exasperated. “I’m just a sucker for romance and I happen to think that two people who really love each other should be together…”

           “What gave you the idea that she’s in love with me?”

           “I’ve known Satan for ages, okay….” Sam said. “I can read her like a book…”

           “Oh, really?” Dean asked.

           Sam began trailing her finger along the hard planes of Dean’s thigh.

           “Sam… What the ***** do you think you’re doing?”

           “Sshhh…” Sam whispered. “Nicole’s watching and I’m pretty sure she’s bristling right now… So, play along…”

           “Gee, and here I am thinking that you’re hitting on me…”

           “If you get any naughty thoughts, McLeod… I’ll shove your camera down your throat…”

           “Uh-huh…” Though the touch didn’t cause much reaction, Dean deliberately closed her eyes as if enjoying the touch.

           Suddenly, they heard a whipping, whizzing sound and saw something hot pink sailing through the air towards them. Dean gave a surprised grunt as the soft spongy Turbofootball hit her right on her forehead. Sam picked it up and looked up to where it had came from and instead of finding Nicole, Brooke was standing across the pool, hands at her hips. Without a word, she marched into the house.

           “Err… What the ***** just happened?” Sam asked.

           “I think we’ve got the wrong person jealous…” Dean chuckled.

           “What?” Sam turned to face her.

           “Brooke’s jealous…”

           “No she’s not…” Sam said. “Is she?” she then asked, suddenly feeling happy at the prospect of Brooke becoming jealous.