Note: I do not own any characters from the show Supernatural! I do own Brooklyn, Brady, Damon, Justinian, and any other original character that may appear.
The cool night was a welcomed relief as Brooklyn stepped out of the campus library. She wound up being there longer than she planned on since there was more about Native American mythology than she had anticipated. The moon a shade of blood red as the hunter walked briskly across campus. She reached her truck and decided to give Brady a call letting him know she was finally on her way back. As she was about to get in, she heard what she thought was crying. A child's crying. Following the sound, she came upon a small girl sitting on a bench. She looked to be about 12 years old.
Odd…thought Brooklyn. What would a child be doing here alone? Slowly approaching the child, she squat to the girl's level. "Hey there sweetie, are you lost?" The child shook her head no.
"OK. Are you from around here?" Again the girl had nodded her head no. Confused, Brooklyn continued. "Well why don't we go the police and see if they can help."
The child looked up her face twisting into a sneer. "There is no one that can help you, Brooklyn Ravenwood!" The girl tossed her head back and laughed. Brooklyn saw her eyes change from brown to gold staring her down. "I can smell your fear, Ravenwood. And it smells wonderful." The demon grinned wickedly at the hunter. As Brooklyn turned to get up and run the demon grabbed her by the wrist burning her skin. Brooklyn screamed out in immense pain at the demon's touch struggling to break free. "And where do you think you are going now? Master wants you, Ravenwood. And the Master hates to be disappointed."The child demon hissed, gripping her wrists harder.
The demon underestimated the determination of the young hunter as she managed to break free from the searing grip and run. Brooklyn ran as hard and as fast as she could not daring to look back to see if the demon was behind her. Thinking she had found a safe place, Brooklyn pulled her phone out and frantically dialed Brady.
"Hello" Brady answered
"Brady! Brady help! Demon! Chasing me!" Brooklyn struggled between gasps for breath.
"Brooklyn, listen to me. Get to the student chapel and stay there! You hear me!? Stay there!" Brady shouted.
Brooklyn began to run again refusing to break the connection with Brady. Brady could hear her pants as she ran for her very life. He continued to tell her to run he was coming for her.
"Brooklyn don't you stop! I'm coming!"Brady hollered back as he ran out of the house to his car.
As Brooklyn saw the chapel in her sight she stumbled hard to the ground. She tried to get up but realized her right ankle was twisted. Forcing herself to get up, Brooklyn hobbled as fast as she could. But her attempt was in vain.
As she made it to the first step, a large form blocked her way in. Large strong arms grabbed her. Phone still in her hand she screamed out to Brady.
"Brady! "
"Brady cannot help you now, girl! The Master waits and he hates to wait."
Click. The phone was dead.
Being greeted with a dial tone, Brady sat there phone falling from his hand. Demons had Brooklyn and he was sitting like a damn bump on a log.
Finding his phone, he began dialing, hands shaking as he punched in the numbers. He prayed that Dean would pick up.