“Yup…”

           “Nah…” Sam dismissed the thought as wishful thinking.

           “I’ve been around women long enough to know how a green eyed monster can be like…”

           Hmm… Sam stared up at the window of Brooke’s room. “Wait, is she jealous of you being with me or me being with you?”

           Dean looked at her in surprise. “Err… Never thought of it that way…” she said.

           “Do you think I should go after her?” Sam asked.

           “I don’t know…” Dean said. “All this was your idea…”

           “Ah, *****!” Sam said as she got to her feet and went bounding off towards the house

           Dean shook her head in amusement. But when her gaze turned back to the other side of the pool, she felt a pain in her chest. Nicole was watching them indeed but her expression was blank. No sign of emotion, none whatsoever. Feeling completely crushed and defeated, she turned her attention to waking up Carmen and getting Lily to stand up steadily.

           “Let’s go girls…”

           “Go where?” Carmen asked drowsily.

           “Inside… It’s getting a bit cold…” Dean said as she guided the two girls towards the path leading to the kitchen. After making sure that the two made it safely into the house, Dean went back to the pool for the still singing Texan.

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 Sam came to a skidding stop in front of Brooke’s room. But she was not in her room. Suddenly, Sam heard the sound of water running from the bathroom. And that’s where she found Brooke. She was at the sink, splashing water on her face.

           “What are you looking at?”

           “Your hangover…” Sam smiled. “I can see it from here…”

           Brooke tossed her towel into the laundry basket. Sam was blocking the door, so she stopped in front of her. At the advantage of being a good few inches taller, Brooke raised herself to her full height as she regarded Sam under irate eyes.

           “Mind moving yourself out of my way?” she asked gruffly.

           “Why are you mad?”

           “I’m not …” Brooke replied. “And even if I am, it certainly will not have concern you…”

           “Tell me what’s wrong, Brooke…”