Another Weekend, Another Man?

The weekend was here and Dean was excited, Brooke was going to get fucked by another man whether it was by fate or by his doing.

Dean wanted it to be by fate, he decided, someone was bound to come by the house. He would only intervene if it wasn’t looking good. He of course kept these thoughts to himself and left Brooke in the dark. She knew the rules and played by them.

Dean and Brooke had a relatively boring weekend. Dean made sure they didn’t leave the house, he wanted every possible opportunity for someone to approach their house. Dean was more patient this weekend, someone coming over without his tampering would be a lot hotter than if he had to mettle again.

Unfortunately for Dean’s luck it looked like no one was coming. The end of the weekend was approaching fast, in a blink of an eye it was already Sunday and Brooke still didn’t fuck any one, well besides Dean a little bit.

Dean had to give up on a miracle and tamper like he did last weekend. But what to do this time? Dean was so focused on someone coming at random that he didn’t know how he should go about it this time. He certainly wasn’t going to call another pizza place, that would be boring, was getting any food delivered be too similar?

Dean was running out of options, and fast. He thought maybe he can call a repair man to fix something random in his house, he’ll make up something.

Dean looked up a local repairman and called him. He tried making an excuse for him to come to his house right away but it was too late on a Sunday to come and was too busy. “I can come next weekend?” The man said. “No, no, I need the work done ASAP.” Dean said. “The best I can do is next weekend…” the man started saying before Dean’s attention turned to the doorbell. Who could that be? The man on the phone was still talking to Dean but he wasn’t paying attention. “Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever.” Dean said before hanging up to see who was at the door.

Dean creeped in the background while Brooke answered the door.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Brooke said, she was familiar with who it was. Dean walked out to see who it was…

Mike, Richard’s father was standing just outside the door. Dean peaked too far over because Mike saw him, “Hi Dean,” Mike said before looking back at Brooke, “Brooke.” He said in a stern tone, he didn’t look very happy. It was somewhat understandable because Brooke supposedly broke his son, Richard’s heart.

Since Dean was spotted he joined Brooke at the front door, ‘this could get interesting’ Dean thought to himself. “So what brings you here?” Brooke said with a smile despite Mike’s standoffishness.

“My Son said he left some stuff here and I’m here to pick them up.” Mike said. He took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and read the list. Then he handed that list to Brooke, “Can you get these things and bring them to me?” Mike asked. “Sure thing,” Brooke said before bouncing away to get these various items.

This left Dean and Mike awkwardly standing at the front door. Mike was outside still and didn’t step foot in the house yet. Dean was staring at his feet, “Why don’t you come in Mike? Brooke might be awhile,” Dean said, he knew exactly what he was doing, he wanted it to happen.