A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's, so please don't sue me…..Again I want to thank everyone for all of the support!!!!

This is the next installment of the Family Verse!

"Alright you two time for your nap," Brooklyn knelt down beside Gabe and Rowan. The twins had grown up so fast and now they were three. Where had the last three years gone? It felt as if it was only yesterday they had come into the world and now they were talking and walking and exploring their ever growing world.

"No nap," Rowan pouted and jutted her bottom lip out.

"Sorry sweetie but if you don't get a nap you get grumpy later on."

Brooklyn picked up the toys putting them back in the toy box. Gabe watched his mother with the same intense eyes that his father had. He looked exactly like Castiel right then and there.

"Mama," Gabe stood up wanting her to hold him.

Brooklyn picked him up and took Rowan by the hand and headed down the hall. She was alone in the house but wasn't concerned as the devil's traps and protective barriers would keep them safe.

"Alright here we go," she put Rowan in her bed and kissed her on the forehead. Gabe was trying to climb in bed failing miserably. He cried out in frustration and kept trying until he stumbled back into Brooklyn's waiting arms.

"I've got you now my little angel," she helped him climb on his bed. Gabe grabbed his Sun Devil clutching it tight to his chest. He smiled sweetly at his mom as she rubbed her nose with his.

Brooklyn turned and kissed her daughter on the forehead feeling the small hand across her cheek.

"Sleep well my little shining star," she whispered to her daughter.

Brooklyn stood in the doorway watching her babies fall asleep. They were her life and reason for living now. Her whole world revolved around them.

"Goodnight my babies," she turned and quietly closed the door.

Brooklyn headed to the kitchen to make her tea which she always did when they took their nap. She put on the kettle and grabbed the mug and special brew that Markus compiled just for her. It helped to keep her balanced as she had now returned to hunting. The world was a much scarier place and she had to do whatever it took to protect her children.

The whistling of the kettle snapped her of her thoughts as she stood there. Brooklyn poured her water and sat down to read from John's journal. She was amazed at how much he had learned and knew and the detailed entries were amazing to say the least.

As she continued reading Brooklyn got the feeling she wasn't alone in the house. A dark presence rushed over her soul as the angel part of her sensed the evil closing in. Slowly she lift her head and scanned the kitchen and living room to find she was the only in either. Quietly she rose from her chair and stalked down the hall. Brooklyn grabbed a shotgun from her room checking it then arming it.

She peeked in to find Gabe and Rowan still asleep. The devil's traps and Solomon's key still tight and undisturbed. The hunter had also placed hex bags in the pillows of each child ensuring the demons and other evil being wouldn't pick up their presence.

Slowly Brooklyn crept down the hall keeping the firearm level with her eyes. She slowed her breathing feeling her heart continue to pound hard inside her chest. The faint traces of sulfur stung her nose and eyes. A demon had managed to break through the safeguards and was now in her home.

"Shit," she muttered beneath her breath as she silently called for Castiel and wished she had the Colt in her hands.

The nauseous smell of rotten eggs grew stronger as the hunter neared the living room freezing at the corner just out of sight of the demonic intruder.

Azazel flipped through the journal admiring John's work. It seemed the hunter had been rather obsessed in finding him for over 20 years. He paused mid page and looked up to where Brooklyn was hiding. He grinned as the hunter's scent filled the air. Yellow Eyes had come for the twins as Damon had failed. Well Azazel was not going to accept failure as an option. His father wanted the twins and the twins he would have.

"Now darlin I know you're hiding around that corner over there. Now why don't you come on out and show that pretty little face to me?"

Brooklyn whipped from around the corner keeping the gun trained on Azazel. Her grey eyes were hard and cold and her body tense. The hunter was ready for a fight.

"How the Hell did you get in here?" Azazel chuckled as if he was recalling some inside joke.

"Now darlin devil's traps and those other grade school art projects will stop lower demons but not me. You gotta have a little more than just scribbling on the walls."

Brooklyn felt her jaw tighten to the point it had started turning painful. Her grip on the gun was steady but both knew rock salt wouldn't kill demons. Azazel stepped around the table letting his fingers scorch the pages of the journal. Brooklyn stepped back retreating towards the office where the Colt was locked away in the hidden wall safe.

Azazel's sinister grin widened as he tailed Brooklyn. The hunter was trapped and the Colt was just outside her reach. Brooklyn knew she had to lead him away from the bedroom and away from her babies. The bastard would have to get through her first and she wasn't about to go down quietly.

"I want the twins, darlin or rather my father wants them. You see your precious Gabe and Rowan have powers beyond your wildest dreams and my father just cannot pass such power up. You understand right?"

"Go the Hell," she spat with acid in her voice.

"Been there and done that darlin," Brooklyn turned to run but Azazel cut her off.

The demon waved his hand sending Brooklyn against the wall. The gun was ripped from her hands by a violent unseen force. She struggled to get up finding her body being thrusted up and pinned against the wall. She couldn't move or breathe. The air in the throat was cut off like an invisible hand was tightening around her throat.

Azazel now stood before her shaking his finger at the hunter.

"Now that was unnecessary, Brooklyn. I know beyond that door over there are your precious children. But it seems someone else has put some rather repulsive traps and incantations around that room."

Castiel, she thought to herself. Her angel had the foresight to add extra protection.

"So now you are going to go in there and hand over the twins."

Brooklyn snarled at the demon in defiance.

"You are out of your fucking mind," she hissed through gritted teeth.

Azazel's face darkened at the hunter's defiance. Brooklyn felt the air rush around her as she was being thrown around the room slammed against walls, furniture and glass. The warm sticky trickles of blood coated her face blinding her in one eye. Her arm wouldn't move and throbbed in an excruciating pain. It hurt to breathe or even attempt to take a breath.

The demon was just getting started.

He twisted his wrist watching Brooklyn double over in pain. The sickening sound of ribs cracking then breaking was music to his ears. If the bitch wouldn't give the twins up then she would suffer dearly. Azazel turned his wrist again watching Brooklyn's shirt turn crimson and shred under unseen claws. Brooklyn felt as if her heart was being ripped apart from the inside out.

The burning in her chest turned into a raging inferno within her body. Azazel watched with a sickening pleasure as the hunter suffered under his hand. But it wasn't enough.

With several short hard claps, Brooklyn's head was violently slammed back and forth against the wall. But the demon wasn't satisfied. He wanted her dead.

With a palm spread open before him, Azazel swept it in front of him jerking the gravely wounded hunter to the center of the room with arms and legs spread out. The demon raised the open hand levitating Brooklyn off the floor. Her arms and legs dangled lifelessly as she felt her mind turning black and void. Suddenly he got an idea.

"I think I should leave a small gift for Dean and Castiel, a fiery gift."

Brooklyn's limp body was slammed against ceiling as she was now incoherent and hovering somewhere between life and death.

"Incendia of Abyssus quod brimstone exorior pro mihi ut EGO dedi sursum a vitualamen of viscus quod cruor" (Fire of Hell and brimstone I offer a sacrifice of flesh and blood)

The midsection of her body slowly started splitting open allowing blood to spill freely from the wound. The flames slowly appeared surrounding the offering on the ceiling.

"Take meus vitualamen…." (Take my offering)

The violent force slammed Azazel against the wall stopping him from finishing the incantation. His yellow eyes saw his attacker.

Castiel stood with hands in two tight fists and cold angry eyes. The blue hues darkened until they were nearly black as the angel shook with a deadly fury.

"Castiel what a pleasant surprise," the demon grinned only infuriating the angel even more. Castiel looked up hearing the screams of his son and daughter coming from behind the bedroom door. Azazel saw the brief flash of worry in the angel's eyes sensing his chance.

Castiel felt the blow as his vessel was thrown across the room. Azazel was on the angel fisting his hand in the angel's dark hair.

"Now now now angel boy if you think pulling an exorcism out of your overcoat's gonna do the trick, think again."

The angel wrapped his fingers around the strong grip of the demon fighting to pry away the vise like grip. Azazel laughed cruelly at Castiel's struggles and smacked his hand on the angel's forehead.

"Res of lux lucis quod quicumque est divinus vado tergum quo vos sedeo ex. EGO iacio vos ex is letalis orbis…" (Being of light and all that is divine go back to where you resided from. I cast you from this mortal coil)

Castiel felt the pull beginning within his soul. He battled to stay inside his vessel seeing Brooklyn still on the floor with a pool of blood forming beneath her. His children needed him and Dean needed him. But the pull grew stronger until he felt the last few threads keeping him inside the human. The angel felt the thin strands breaking apart as the last one grew taught and stretched.

"Hey!" Sam appeared with the Colt in his hand. Azazel dropped the angel and sneered at the hunter.

"Sam Winchester my former protégé," Azazel growled before vanishing before Sam's eyes.

It took a second for the hunter to comprehend what had just happened. Azazel had managed to compromise the barriers and nearly shipped Castiel back to Heaven.

"Cas are you alright?" Castiel opened his eyes with a blank expression on his face.

The angel turned his head to where Brooklyn lay bleeding and at death's doorstep.

"Brook!" Sam saw she was badly injured and unresponsive. He quickly checked finding signs of life in the form of a very faint pulse. He called for help as Castiel was still in shock. Sam then heard the screams of his niece and nephew coming from their room.

"The kids," he gasped. But he couldn't leave Brooklyn.

"Brook if you can hear me just fight alright? Fight to live! Gabe and Rowan need you!"

Just then he felt the presence of Gabriel behind him. The sight of his daughter broken and battered ripped his heart in two.

"My daughter," the Messenger dropped to his knees. He could feel how broken her body truly was. Gabriel felt as if his own body had been shattered and broken.

The sirens wailed as the ambulance had finally arrived. Sam and Gabriel stood back as the paramedics worked on Brooklyn and tended to Castiel. Though he was an angel, Castiel was still reeling in shock over the violent attack on his beloved hunter.

"Gabe, the twins…." Gabriel and Sam hurried down the hall.

Gabe and Rowan were up and screaming wildly at the top of their tiny lungs. Gabriel gathered Rowan as Sam collected Gabe.

"They know what happened," Gabriel said sadly. He wiped away Rowans tears from her beet red face. She was no longer screaming but was still crying against her grandfather. Sam picked up Gabe's plush devil seeing it help calm him down.

"I know Gabe, something bad happened to Mom," Sam kissed the top of his head.

Castiel was now seated on the couch as the paramedics were wheeling out the stretcher with Brooklyn on it. Her face was battered and bruised with one eye swollen shut. Her neck was secure in a brace and an IV was already running through her body.

Gabriel and Sam saw the hunter's still body and tried to turn away but the twins saw their mother and immediately bawled at the heartbreaking sight. Gabriel and Sam turned away the distraught pair not wanting them to see any more.

"Sam what happened?"

"Azazel," was all he said.

"Sam ride with Brooklyn to the hospital. I will summon Chayyiel and the others."

Sam handed Gabe to the archangel and rushed out to the ambulance. Castiel could only watch with a heavy heart as she was carried away.

He couldn't stop the demon as he felt like his powers had been bound keeping him from saving her.

"Castiel," Gabriel stood behind him with the twins in his arms. The angel reached out for his son pressing him tightly to his chest.

"Chayyiel!" Gabriel called out.

Dean was on his way home from work when the ambulance raced by. At that exact moment his phone went off.

"Sam?"

"Dean, you need to meet me at the hospital," he chocked through the tears.

"What, what happened?!"

"It's Brooklyn," was all Sam could say before Dean slammed his phone shut and turned the Impala around. He didn't care that the tires were screeching or smoking as he whipped the car around and headed back south. The speedometer reached 75 as he raced along the interstate towards the hospital.

As I said this was going to be darker and sad and angsty! Reviews are love!!!