“I was meaning to tell you…” Nicole sighed. “But I don’t know how…”

           “You knew and you didn’t tell me?” Brooke said, shocked. “Why?”

           “It’s not exactly something that you could just drop into a casual conversation…” Nicole rambled on. “I was confused, okay… And I was scared…”

           Brooke frowned. “You’re confused and scared cause Sam’s *****?”

           “What?!” Nicole nearly screeched. “Spam’s *****?”

           “Yeah, she just came out to me…”

           “Oh…”

           “Exactly… ‘OH’…” Brooke said. “… I think Dean might have something to do with it…”

           “Dean?”

           “Yeah, you saw how cozy those two are… I have this feeling that they’re…” Brooke paused. “Well, you know… a couple…”

           “They’re not…” Nicole said quietly.

           “How do you know?” Brooke asked.

           “Dean already has someone…”

           “Really? Who?”

           “Some girl… You don’t know her…”

           “Then how did Sam become *****?” Brooke asked. “I mean do people just wake up one morning and decide – *****, I’m gonna be ***** today?”

           “It’s more complicated than that, B…”

           “Then, how? I’m curious…”

           “Well, I am so not the person you should be asking…” Nicole said, managing to sound blasé.

           “You’re right…” Brooke said. The only person who has the answer is the brown-eyed brunette…

           “What are you guys watching?” Sam asked as she plunked down on the couch.

           “Bring It On…” Carmen answered.

           “Again?”

           “It’s my favorite movie…” Carmen said.

           “Yeah, sure… A bunch of retards running and jumping around in short skirt and ***** pants… Really interesting…”

           “Hey, cheerleading is practically a sport!” Mary Cherry slurred, eyes half closed.

           “Go back to sleep, Mary Cherry…” Carmen said, patting the Blondie on the back.

           “I’ve called for pizza…” Sam said.

           “Veggie?” Lily asked.

           “Yes, that too…”

           “Can I talk to you…?”

           Sam looked up to see Dean standing behind the couch.

           “Yeah, sure…”

           “In private…”

           “Let’s go up to my room…”

           “What was that all about?” Dean asked as soon as the door closes behind them

           “What’s what all about?” Sam asked.

           “The kiss? The thank you?” Dean said. “I’d like to know what I’m taking the credit for…”

           “For giving me the courage…” Sam said.

           Dean cocked up an eyebrow.

           “I told her…”

           “What do you mean you told her?” Dean asked. “You told Brooke you’re in love with her?”

           “I came out to her…”

           “By telling her that you love her?”

           “No, I just told her that I’m *****…”

           “Why?”

           “Of all people, I wouldn’t have guessed that question would come from you…” Sam said.

           “I didn’t mean it that way…” Dean said.

           “I just thought that the time was right…” Sam said.

           “What did she say?”

           “Oh…” Sam made it sound exactly like Brooke said it.

           “That’s it…?”

           Sam nodded.

           “And that makes you happy?”

           “Sort of…” Sam said. “I don’t know why I’m happy, okay… I just am…”

           “You’re crazy you know that…”

           “Come to think of it, so are you…”

           “What?”

           “Falling for the Spawn of Satan is not exactly something a sane person would do…”

           Dean stared at her. “I don’t think I like you anymore…” she said, making a face.

           “I’m joking okay…” Sam said. “Sheesh… You’re really sensitive when it comes to Satan…”

           “You’re right…” Dean said suddenly.

           “About what?”

           “I’ve made up my mind…” Dean said as she stuffed her hands in her pockets and squared her shoulders.

           “About what?”

           “I’m gonna start locking my door from now on…”

           “What?”

           “Thanks for making me realize that…” Dean said. “From now on, no more free visits…”

           “Whoa, whoa…” Sam said, suddenly getting a bad feeling. “You gonna dump Satan?”

           “I don’t think dump is the right word…” Dean said. “We never actually had a relationship… Just ‘wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am’”

           “So you’re dumping her?”

           “It’s about time…”