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The dark sides of Sam and Brooklyn begin to rear their ugly heads…
Sam tossed and turned on the bed as sleep continued to elude him. The dreams plagued him on and off for the past few days turning more vivid and violent with each passing vision. Visions of blood and pleads for mercy falling upon deaf ears. Visions of innocents meeting bloody violent ends at his hands as the sounds of bone being crushed and flesh being torn like tissue paper rang hollow in his ears. He wasn't sure where he was in these nightmares as his surroundings were blurred like someone took a paintbrush and smeared everything around him. When he tried to recall those dreams only the voices of the dying could be heard and the emotions and sensations he experienced were evoked . Men and women screaming in pain taking their last dying breath as he relished in their anguish and torment.
Just as he would see the faces of the unfortunate, he would sit upright in bed screaming and drenched in sweat. His shirt and shorts were drenched in sweat every time he woke up like this as his body trembled uncontrollably. Surely he was experiencing the emotions of another, a demon perhaps. Only the hunter was reliving events that had only transpired but hours ago.
12 hours earlier…
Sam led the battalion of demons through the trees and out onto the prairies as the legion fell to their stomachs as not to be detected by the enemy. His long lean body slinked through the tall grass concealing his body as well as the demonic mass behind him. Their movements like those of a serpent as they continue to slither on their bellies. Sam ordered his army to stop using the powers of his mind, one of the many abilities that came with the blood of the Fallen One coursing through his veins. They waited and watched.
Ariel paced nervously as she sensed something was off in the air. Her fierce blue eyes scanned the Eastern horizon looking over and through the tall grass seeing nothing out of the ordinary. But still, it did little ease her angelic radar which was telling rather screaming at her otherwise. Something out of the corner of her eye made her jerk her head to the right and narrow her eyes focusing on area. Something black weaved within the amber waves, something unnatural. The angel stared harder as a fluttering of wings and feathers burst from the grass as a red and yellow tipped blackbird flew away. Ariel jumped back laughing at herself for being afraid of a bird. She breathed a sigh of relief before going back to scanning the open grasslands.
Sam had watched the seraph nearly giving away their position as he had struggled with keeping his laughter muffled. He watched as Ariel went back to scanning the countryside with sword in hand. He knew the angel was a master of the divine blade as Lucifer's memories of the angel flooded his mind. His muscles began to tense as he sensed the weakness in the protective barrier the angels had set up to keep them out. Thanks to his scout, the protective shield was now penetrable. Sam silently told his legion to be ready to strike as he began slithering through the grass nearing the sentinels that stood watch.
Ready…Attack!!!!
The demons rose rushing the small garrison of angels catching the warriors completely all off guard save for Ariel who now realized why her senses were off. The seraphs armed their vessels with what time they had as the barrage of demons and weapons collided with them. The first line of angels were slaughtered within seconds as the demons ran their poisoned weapons through their vessel's bodies. The sickening sounds of blood against blade filled the air along with the screams of the dying from angel and demon alike. Ariel fought bravely as she slashed and cut at the demons feeling their hot blood erupting from places that arms and hands once were cover her body and hands. Entrails and viscera soaked the ground turning the earthen soil crimson. The angels were few but they fought like many as the tide slowly turned in their favor.
Ariel cried out rallying the remaining angels as they continued to drive back the demons as she took the lead charging against Sam and few demons that remained. Sam saw Ariel rallying her angels and knew she had to be stopped. He weaved through the battling forces keeping his eye on the seraph leader. Ariel saw the tall one rushing her as her sword sliced off the arms of a demon before she lopped its head off kicking the corpse to the ground. She spun around blocking the attack from Sam. His face contorted in anger and shock as the angel stood before him.
"Sam Winchester, redeemed from Hell only to turn tail yet again," Ariel hissed thrusting her sword before her aiming for Sam's heart. Sam, anticipating the move, swept his sword downward colliding with hers in a clash of sparks and metal. Their bodies twisted and turned avoiding the other's sharp blade. Sam hurled his demonic weapon down against the angel as Ariel responded by twisting her hips hard and raising her blade over her head stopping the would be death blow. Sam cried out in frustration as Ariel remained steadfast her blue eyes flashed with a tinge of white as her true form came out a little. Sam covered his eyes stumbling backwards tripping over a rock and landing on his back hard.
Ariel prepared to deliver her own death blow upon the legion's leader raising the blessed weapon over her head swinging it downward towards Sam. In one quick flash of metal and flesh, a cry filled the sky as the blade ran through its victim as it entwined with intestines blood and flesh. Blood bubbled up through the throat escaping over a mouth twisted in pain as the shadow of death washed over.
Ariel felt her body sliding lower on the blade hearing the slick sound of blood running over the unholy blade. Her blood fell on Sam's shirt and jeans as he looked up with a sinister grin. Sam watched with sick satisfaction as the angel slid further down the sword as her life was slowly ebbing away. Her body twitched and convulsed while her eyes rolled back up inside her head as her vessel's body continued to die.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…Rest in peace," Sam sneered as he lifted his foot and kicked the still form of the angel up and off his weapon watching it landing with a dull thud. He leapt to his feet wiping the crimson sheen off his sword with the shirt of the now dead angel. Sam looked around to see the other angels had retreated leaving him and the few demons that were still alive in among the strewn bodies of the fallen. He kneeled down beside the angel's cold body reaching inside her shirt and retrieving the amulet she had around her neck jerking it off and putting it in his pocket.
12 hours later Sam awoke to the sounds of his own screaming as the memories of that bloody battle floated in his mind.
Brooklyn felt as if her body and soul were separating as she lay there in Castiel's arms. She couldn't more as she was frozen in place helpless as the darkness swept over her as she slipped into a deep state of unconsciousness.
Dean was alone in the room as Tariel had been called away to help in fighting Lilith and Sam had gone to bed early. The Seal was a big one and all the help was needed within the area. He was wary about her leaving but Tariel reassured him she would return to him like the many times she had in the past. Once she had left, the hunter had fallen asleep, exhausted from being awake for over 24 hours straight.
The soft touch of fingertips traced up his chest over his shoulders resting upon his lips as she waited for him to awaken. She would not wait long for once her fingers paused upon his lips Dean was wide awake grabbing hold the intruder's arms. The moonlight streamed through the blinds illuminating Brooklyn's face. Dean's fierce green eyes went wide with shock to see the former angel standing before him. She looked down at his hands holding her arms then back at him silently pleading with him to release her. The hunter felt his hands slipping off her slender arms watching as Brooklyn peeled away her shirt and pants revealing her naked body before him.
She put a finger to her lips shushing the hunter as she pulled back the blankets laying her body on top of his her mouth crashing into his in a hunger driven kiss. Dean put his hands on her shoulders starting to push her away but soon found himself giving in to the sweet temptation of those pouting lips pressed tight against his. The tiny voice inside growing louder as he felt the boxers sliding down his hips and down on the floor.
Hands groped and caressed as teeth and tongues clashed for dominance as their bodies slammed together on the bed. Dean grabbed her hips digging his fingers tight into her skin leaving marks no doubt but it mattered not as Brooklyn slammed and shifted her body hard upon his as the sound of bodies colliding together echoed through the room. She tilted her head up as her grey eyes flashed black then grey as she looked back down at the hunter. His face revealing the immense pleasure that coursed through his body from his head to his toes. He didn't want her to stop or leave, he wanted her to stay. Whatever mojo she was working he was hooked on it.
Their illicit affair carried on for most of the night with Dean refusing to let her go feeling as if this constant craving will never be appeased.
They lay there in one another's arms feeling the deep sexual rapture slowly declining between them. Dean could feel the torch he carried for the hunter being relit as she gently kissed his red swollen lips. She playfully smiled at him before realizing she needed to return.
Dean looked up with a glazed over expression as she leaned in in a heated kiss before pulling away and getting up. Brooklyn felt his hand grab hers as she turned to see him looking up with desperation in his emerald depths.
"Will I see you again?" He asked anxiously. A knowing smile crossed her lips as she whispered in his ear, "Do you want to see me again?" She purred in his ear.
"Yes," he responded feeling her lips touch his neck before she left. As she turned, her eyes became black as night as at the same time Dean's green eyes flashed black then green before drifted off to sleep.
Brooklyn woke up the next morning feeling strange all over. She felt as if she had just run a damn marathon as she was sweaty and her heart pounded in her chest. The hunter looked over to see her angel was gone. She looked around seeing his clothing still remained draped over the chair. Brooklyn rubbed her forehead as the events from the previous night trickled into her mind. She felt herself blushing at the bits and pieces of her dalliance with Dean she was able to recall. That was one rather hot dream to say the least. She waved it off as a dream and sat up just as Castiel stepped in the room with a towel wrapped around him.
"Gee, thanks for waiting for me, Cas," she said feigning hurt as the angel sat down beside her.
"I'm sorry, Brook, but you were sleeping so soundly I didn't want to disturb you. You did sleep well, right?" She looked over at her angel nodding at him realizing she did feel pretty refreshed.
"So today you and my father leave for Kansas," she said sadly looking down at her hands. Castiel knew she was still upset about him leaving but what choice did he have?
"Yes, but you know you are still very weak from the virus and now that you are human again vulnerable. I wish not to worry about you while we are away so please, stay here where it is safe, for me? For us?" Castiel ran his fingers through the copper tresses he loved so much. Brooklyn nodded her head as he kissed her before changing.
Markus and Brady were walking around the property assessing any weaknesses in the protective barrier. So far everything was still in place and secure.
"Do you think Samael will come for Brooklyn again?" Brady asked as they rounded the bend and up the hill towards the house.
"If he does, he won't be able to set foot on the property. The barriers I set up when I came here are still just as strong if not stronger. No evil can pass through."
Brady felt reassured at his friend's words as they saw the house before them and Gabriel standing on the deck waiting for their return.
"Markus, Brady," the Archangel addressed the hunters. Brady knew what the arrival of the Messenger meant for he and Castiel were leaving for Kansas to retrieve Brooklyn's missing Grace. Without saying another word, the trio stepped inside out of the relentless Arizona sun.
Castiel was holding Brooklyn in his arms whispering soothing gentle words in Aramaic. She didn't want him to go but didn't have the final say in the matter. It killed the angel to see her like this knowing this could wipe out the progress they were making in bringing her out of the emotional void she was still awash in.
"Castiel, we must go," Gabriel said with a hint of urgency as the angel stood with Brooklyn in his arms. The Archangel collected his daughter in his arms embracing her tight.
"I will take extra care of Cas, my daughter. If you feel sad or lonely just hold the medallion you wear now over your heart and think of Castiel. It will help to ease your sick heart," Brooklyn nodded hugging her father once more before saying goodbye to her angel.
"I will return to you, for I had a dream we were united as one in marriage. I will come home to you and that dream will be a reality," the angel whispered in Aramaic before he kissed her deeply not caring if the others were standing close by. The thought of being finally united in mind body and soul like that made her smile. Castiel wiped away her tears kissing her once more before joining Gabriel as they left in a rush of air and wings.
Brooklyn sat down upon the couch feeling very tired all of a sudden. She looked over at Markus and Brady who were heading back out to check the front of the property.
"We will be back, Brook, you need to rest," Markus gently said kissing her forehead before heading out the front door. Brooklyn settled on her side and soon felt the familiar darkness calling for her as she fell in a deep trance like state.
Samael was waiting at the river's edge as he turned to see Brooklyn approaching him. Her eyes flashing black as his greeted her in similar fashion.
"I have Dean right where I want him. All it took was one night in ecstasy and he's hooked. And the more we continue to see one another, the further he falls."
Samael grinned at her opening his arms wide as she collapsed in his arms. He missed having the hunter in his arms as the events of their time in Hell were still fresh in his mind. He leaned in kissing her neck and jaw whispering in her ear, "I missed you in my arms, Brookie."
She merely sighed and closed her eyes allowing her demonic lover to hold her close.
"You know what you must do now, my love," Brooklyn nodded looking up with black depths. Grinning down at her Samael kissed her fiercely before leaving her. Brooklyn closed her eyes as she vanished and woke up on the couch. Black orbs in control as she settled back down and closed her eyes.
Okay everyone next chapter up soon!!! I decided to put a little twist on the Manchurian Candidate idea of someone snapping when a word or phrase is said only this time Lucifer's blood is what causes Sam and Brook to go into these trances then have very little memory of what happened. Thanks again for all of the support that has been shown!!!
