Jonathon Prescott

"You'll be able to eat, I brought plenty back from my trip remember?" I said and slowly took her nipple in my mouth, biting on it gently before swirling my tongue around the tip.

"Mmh. That feels good." I said and another moan escaped me but it was soft and lingering.


I walked out of Dean and Lea's place and noticed smoke coming from Jonathon's cabin. Holy shit, he was back. About damn time it had been....forever. Probably close to a damn year. I walked over and skipped a few of his steps and went to knock when I heard a moan. So, Brooke was here! Nice. I grinned and knocked on the door anyway. "Open the door if you can manage to pull yourself away."

I groaned in frustration when I heard Brett's voice. "You're a rat bastard Brett," I called to him. I kissed her long and slow then got up, covering her up, and pulled my pants on. I went in the other room, shutting the bedroom door behind me, and opened the front door. "Someone better be dying," I teased then gave him a hug. "How have things been?" I asked, letting him in.

I laughed and stepped inside "What, Brooke didn't want to come to the door?" I teased and leaned up against the wall "Ah. Things have been interesting to say the least."

"She's a little under dressed," I said with a smirk. "I'm sure she'll be out soon. What do you mean interesting? What's been going on?"

"Fuck, it's a long story. I guess it started when we were all out and about and when we got back to camp we noticed one of the houses had been disturbed. It ended up being two people who made a run for it from that hell hole, Kampfer. They told us that some bad shit was going down and I needed to go get my sister. Then a whole bunch of them came back with us. You remember me talking about Lea, right? She's all grown up and living with Dean. Go figure."


I got out of bed and got dressed again and came out of the bedroom "Morning, Brett."

"There she is," I said and kissed her. "Damn, are you serious? I haven't seen her since she was itty bitty. What was going on down there exactly? What happened to make them leave?"

I smiled and sat down on his lap, letting him wrap his arms around me.



"The worst you could possibly imagine, if you know what I mean. They just got tired of it and we showed up to help them."

I tried to process that and shook my head. "Damn, I... can't believe that. Who all came down here?"

"A shit load of them and sometimes people still show up. Let's see...the Jacobs clan came, Simmons, Bast, and...hell I don't know. A lot."

Damn I knew all of them. And I was supposed to be dead. Fuck... I wondered if she was here... wondered if my daughter was okay, or even alive... I nodded slowly. "I see. Sounds like you have a pretty full house here then."

"Yep and the numbers keep growing with the babies and all."

"What babies?"

"Darlene and Timber. They were born within minutes of each other, it was kinda funny." I smirked and then watched his facial expression "Dude, are you okay?"

"Uh... define okay? Who did you say again?"

"Umm. Timber and Darlene?"

I sighed. Fuck me again. "Any chance Darlene's last name... isn't Romany?"

"It probably was I guess, she's married to Charles Jacobs now. Why?"


"Do you know her?" I asked.

I face-palmed. I literally face-palmed. I ran my hand through my hair and cursed. "Oh no reason Brett, she's just probably gonna kill me. As painfully as possible. Yeah babe I know her. Pretty well actually."

I had a pretty good idea what was coming and I didn't want to stick around for this shit. "Should I do?"


"What does that mean? Why would Darlene be upset with you?" I asked, raising my eyebrow a little.

"You might want to... Don't you dare tell her I'm here. I need to figure out what to say to her." I sighed. "Um... she... well... was... my wife... and... she kind of... thinks I'm dead."

"Oh, fuck. Yeah, I'm out. I won't say anything but...oh fuck." I stood up and left his cabin quick fast, and in a hurry.


Brett left and I just sat there staring at him...was I in shock? "What...did you just say?" I asked him, my voice a little shakey.

"Twenty years ago... something bad happened. And I had to leave Kampfer. I faked my death. I knew I was never going to be able to come back, and I wanted her to be able to move on. I never imagined... she'd end up out here. Fuck... I'm a fucking dead man."

"You...fucking faked your own death!?" I broke away from him and stood up, taking a few steps back. "Oh, my God. You're married...you have a daughter close to my age...you're Ezra's Dad. Oh, my god." I tried to speak again but I just couldn't find the words.

"Brooke... baby... breathe... It's not as bad as it sounds. Okay it is, but you don't know the whole story. I had to leave, I had no choice. They would've killed Darlene and my daughter. I had to go. This doesn't have to change anything between us. Just please calm down."