“Nic, you okay?” Brooke asked.

            Nicole was about to answer her when she saw Dean walking in. She immediately clamped up.

            “Hey babe…” Dean ruffled the top of Sam’s head affectionately before heading to her table. She avoided looking at Nicole for she was still angry with her. Well, angry and horny at the same time…Bad combination…Better not look at her or she’ll lose her ability to think not to mention self control altogether…

            “You two seem very close…”

            Sam heard her voice but she was not sure the statement was aimed at her so instead of answering, she looked around her.

            “I’m talking to you, Sam…”

            “Oh…”

            “You and Dean…” Brooke said. “You two are very close…”

            “She’s a good friend…” Sam said. “Helped me in a couple of things…”

            “I see…” Brooke said. “What about yesterday? Did she help you too?”

            “Yesterday?”

            “About the thing that you were crying about…”

            “Oh, that…” Nobody but you can help me about that… Sam thought.

            “I’m sorry if I’ve offended you…” Brooke said. “I know it’s not my business or anything… I just…”

            Sam didn’t know what forces had made her did what she did next but she found herself reaching out and placing her hand over Brooke’s. “You haven’t offended me in any way…”

            Brooke swallowed hard. The warmth from Sam’s hand was seeping into hers and went right up to her cheeks. “Sam… I…”

            “Sam!”

            Sam nearly fell off her seat when she heard Harrison’s voice. She spun around and glared at him. “Jeez, Harrison…” she said. “You trying to give me a heart attack or something?”

            Harrison smiled innocently. “I was just wondering if you’ve finished the lit report…”

            Mumbling expletives under her breath, Sam rummaged through her bag and retrieved a file. She handed it over to Harrison.

            “Thanks…” he smiled sweetly.

            Sam stuck her tongue out at him. Suddenly, something caught her eyes and she stared at Dean strangely.

            “Dean…”

            “Hmm…?” Dean cocked up an eyebrow.

            “Since when do you wear lipstick?”

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            The knock at the door forced Dean to get up from in front of the TV. She peered into the peephole and frowned when she saw who was standing outside her door. She yanked the door open.