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The cavalry arrives in time to help Cas and the search begins…Brooklyn, though, is not so fortunate…

Alistair continued his choke hold on the angel all the while leaving Lucifer's blade in his side. Cas forced his eyes open to see silver ones staring at him. The demon's lips pulled back into a victorious smile as he sensed the angel beginning to lose the battle . He finally was going to send Castiel to the depths of Hell. As Alistair was savoring his impending triumph, little did he realize it would be short lived as a powerful force hurled the demon away from the injured angel sending Alistair sliding across the pavement against the wall with a dull thud. Sitting up he was able to see his attacker. Gabriel stood before him his emerald eyes intense and narrow. Alistair was lifted up before the Archangel his feet brushing the ground. Gabriel remained silent as he marched towards the creature. "Where is Brooklyn?" He demanded. Alistair merely snorted at the celestial being before him. "You could say she had a hot date" He hissed back. Grabbing the demon by its shirt and slamming it against the wall, Gabriel stared hard into those silver orbs that stared back. Alistair began to laugh mocking the angel. "I think you know where she is, Gabe" He spat out the last word with malice as he raised his legs kicking the Archangel square in the chest launching the angel backwards and breaking free from his grip. "If I was you, Gabe, I would ask your angel pal over there where you precious Brookie is" and with that Alistair was gone.

Gabriel turned to his hurt brother kneeling down beside him. Gabriel looked at the gash on his side seeing it was deep and had bled an awful lot. There were other bruises and cuts on Castiel's face as a result of Alistair's hand. Placing a hand over Castiel's heart and the other over his forehead, Gabriel began the healing process. He realized, however, that this healing was not going to be as simple or as fast as previous injuries. The injury on his side was not healing. It was then Gabriel felt it. Running his hand over the side gash, he felt something odd. As he touched the injury it was then he realized what it was. Lucifer's blade had been used to cause this. It was one of the few objects that could seriously hurt or kill an angel. He realized he was going to need help to heal Castiel. Gathering the limp form in his arms, Gabriel whisked them both away in the blink of an eye.

As Gabriel whisked Castiel to safety, Brooklyn was adjusting her eyes to her new surroundings. Her head throbbing like someone was kicking a soccer ball. Her eyes burning as she continued to open them desperate to see where she was. After several attempts her eyes relented as they opened allowing her to gaze upon where she was. The building was old and had no windows. The floor dirty covered with the accumulation of dirt and debris. Trying to turn her head she found herself unable to. She could not see the large shackle around her throat that held her head still. Out of the corners of her eyes the outline of her arms came into focus. A pair of manacles tightly gripped her wrists pinning them above her head. There was no use struggling seeing as she wasn't going anywhere. A noise alerted her to another presence in the room. Her eyes darting frantically as she scanned the emptiness before her. "I told you I was going to make you suffer" Samael stepped out of the shadows his yellow eyes glaring at her as he stepped towards her. "Shit" she muttered under breath. Samael continued to approach the hunter until they were face to face with one another. Brooklyn could feel his hot breath on her face. "Two words: Breath mint" she told the demon with sarcasm lacing her words. Samael's lips formed a snarl as the back of his right hand struck her across the face. The shackle dug into her flesh as her head violently jerked backwards. Samael grabbed her face turning it to face his. Hatred mixed with malice danced in his eyes as he locked his with hers. "You should watch that little mouth of yours, bitch. You're not in charge." He orbs sizing her up contemplating as to what his next move was. "You know, I always wondered what it was about you that my brother found irresistible and what that damn angel finds so alluring about you now. How about we find out shall we?" With a glint of evil in those eyes he pulled a dagger out of his boot letting his captive lay eyes upon it. Those eyes narrowed indicating she was ready to fight. Samael extended his arm holding the dagger and displaying a malicious grin he began with her shirt. He was going to oh so enjoy this. Freeing the shackle from her throat only to replace it with his hand, Samael started his slow torment of the hunter. "I am so going to enjoy this!" Brooklyn squeezed her eyes shut feeling herself go numb all over.

Markus stepped in the door dropping the bag at his feet. That last battle had been a bitch to say the least. It had been two weeks since he was last home but he was needed on the front line. Things were getting worse for them as Lilith was continuing to break the Seals. He had seen several of his friends, brothers and sisters fall to the demons. That was something he would never get used to seeing even though he saw it on the edges of the Roman Empire 2,000 years ago he could never get over seeing the faces of the fallen as their expressions captured their thoughts and fears in their final moments of life. Shutting the door he flipped on the light. He was not expecting visitors as to why he was surprised to see Gabriel standing in his living room. "Gabriel" he started to speak but stopped as he saw Cas motionless on the couch. The angel's skin pale and clammy from the large amount of blood lost. His clothes stained crimson. Markus darted his eyes up to the Archangel his steel blue eyes questioning his emerald ones. "Alistair. He used Lucifer's blade to inflict this upon Castiel. I cannot heal this alone. I need your help, old friend." Markus could see sadness in his friend's eyes. Crossing the room and kneeling down to the wounded seraph, Markus examined the gash. It was deep. Alistair probably sunk the blade in pretty far. He wanted to do some serious damage. "Mmmmmm…" Castiel moaned and stirred. Markus placed a hand over the wound easing the angel's pain. "Cas" he whispered to the angel "Just hold on. Gabriel and I are here. Where is Brook?" As the angel continued to stir and moan in pain Markus could hear Cas begin to speak. "Samael…" Markus felt as if someone had delivered a hard blow to his chest. That son of a bitch! Spinning his head to Gabriel, the Archangel could see the fury in the steel blue orbs. "Samael took Brook, Gabriel. We need to track that rat bastard down and kill him before…" He could not even finish his words as the very thought of what Samael was capable of made him sick deep down. Gabriel knelt down to his friend's level. Placing two steady hands on his shoulders, Gabriel spoke "We will find the Boy King but we need Castiel healed. He is connected to her and has the best chance at locating her."

Nodding his head, Markus turned back to Cas and with Gabriel, they began to use their combined powers to heal the damage to the vessel's body. The soft blue light from the men began to repair the injury until a faint scar was left. A small reminder of the massive trauma once present. Castiel opened his eyes sitting straight up. He looked at Markus and Gabriel then darted his eyes around the room. "Brooklyn…" he whispered. Markus pressed a firm but gentle hand on the angel's shoulder. "Cas, we need to know what happened." Turning to the man Cas's eyes reflected emptiness that neither he nor Gabriel had witnessed before.

Samael stood back to admire his work. Before he finally let his dark powers take over he thought of the hunter as his friend. When she went with them out on hunts she had protected him even said he was like a brother to her. He thought she was beautiful and that she was an excellent hunter. He could see why Dean had been warm for her form and vice versa. But when he succumbed to Azazel's dark gift he saw her in another light. Finding out she was a daughter of Gabriel she was a threat to his plans. He wanted Dean at his side when the last battle occurred. But he knew in order to achieve that goal any obstacles would need to be eliminated. After he had accidentally walked in on them in Wichita he knew she was going to be trouble. He could sense how Dean opened up to her in ways he did not with Sam. He saw the way they looked at one another, how they found solace in one another's arms how they finally broke down and confessed what they were really feeling…Well that had to end. So he concocted a plan to break up the happy couple. Getting the demon to possess the hostess was easy. Besides she had seen Dean before and wanted to screw his brains out when the opportunity presented itself. Using some of the Brazilian palm leaf they had found at the last case he mixed it in with his brother's beer as he waited for Brooklyn to show up. Word got back to him that she was going to tell him she had fallen completely in love with him as he was going to tell her the same. He sent the demon up to their room after the leaf had kicked in. He watched as his brother opened the door thinking it was Brooklyn.

When Brooklyn had shown up and seen the happy pair he grinned with pleasure as she ran off heart broken in two. He savored seeing her face contorted with pain, hurt, and anger after walking in on Dean and the nameless bimbo. His actions had driven her into Castiel's waiting arms. Then that bitch started showing up like the fucking plague and stopped him at every turn with Tariel. She was hell bent on keeping him from doing to Tariel what he did to her. Brooklyn figured it out rather quickly what Samael's plans were and had made it a personal mission to stop him. Well you failed that little mission, Brooklyn.

Coming back to the present, Samael sized up Brooklyn's now naked form. Even now he still found her sexually appealing. He could see the numerous scars that crisscrossed her body like lines on a map. Samael had noticed the pentagram pendant she wore and promptly jerked it off her neck. But as he had laid eyes on her back side he saw the Trinity on her lower back along with a Native American protection symbol etched on her shoulder blade. Pursing his lips together, Samael pulled out the pocketknife and switched it open. He strolled over to the hunter as her eyes registered the blade in his hand. She knew what he planned to do. All she could do was brace herself as she felt the first cut digging into her lower back. She fought back the screams of pain and the tears that welled in her eyes causing her body to shake uncontrollably. She could not see Samael's grin grow wider seeing her in this state. She continued the struggle within as she felt cut after cut piercing her skin destroying her only means of protection…Lowering her head she silently cried out allowing the tears to roll down her face…

Her plea for help struck Cas like lightning. He felt the sharp pains as she did. He placed a hand on his lower back feeling the ghost pains. As the pains picked up in intensity and frequency, his mind was bombarded with images. He saw Brook somewhere dark and cold. Then he saw Samael there before her ripping her clothes away with a blade as her face remained still and emotionless. Her eyes closed to block out what she was being subjected to. Then he saw her holding in her pain as Samael carved away her two protective symbols etched in her skin. The tears cascading down her small face. The last image was the worst of them all. She lay on the ground naked, bleeding, and motionless as she gasped her last breath and spoke her last words "Cas..Love..You..Soul.." she stopped breathing for the last time.

Markus and Gabriel fought to keep him from thrashing as he screamed out. Gabriel put a finger to his forehead calming the seraph down. Going limp in Markus's arms, he laid the angel down. "What was that about?" Markus asked Gabriel. Lifting his eyes to meet the hunter's, Gabriel replied "Since Brook and Castiel's souls are bound they feel each other's pain and suffering as well as their pleasure and joy. Apparently Castiel experienced the beginnings of Samael's torment of Brooklyn. We need to act now. Time is not on our side, old friend." The Archangel said grimly looking down at Castiel.

As the two men attempted to bring Castiel around, Samael began the next phase of his torment. As the cuts bled unchecked, he looked at Brooklyn holding her face in his hand. A sinister grin crossing his face.

I know this is pretty morbid but things always get worse before they get better….Please do review! Thanks again to all the supporters. I hope you are enjoying this!