A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…..though I wished I owned the guys *sighs*

Thank you to everyone out there for supporting this story!!! This is an AU Season 4 but won't be totally following it though…


Dean packed his bags as the remnants of last night's outing with Jose didn't go as planned. Sam just shook his head and finished getting ready. Outside the rain continued pounding steadily against the roof and side of the building as it had for the last two days.

Sam knew why they were there. Dean had mustered the strength to visit her grave. He had avoided the area for nine months always coming up with some bullshit excuse whenever Sam brought the subject up. The younger brother knew he was trying to hide his pain but Dean was failing miserably around the one person who knew him best.

"Sam are you done primping and getting pretty?" Dean hollered.

"Yes," he sighed packing the last of his items in his own bag. He paused and turned to Dean daring to say what he had wanted to say for the last several months.

"Dean it's been ten months and you've been hiding you pain and suffering yet you won't let me help you."

Dean looked up and over at his brother with a hard stare.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't speak unless you need to; you're quiet and withdrawn in the car….."

"Thanks for the evaluation Dr. Phil," he said in a hostile tone which caused Sam to flinch inward.

"Damn it Dean I loved her too! You're not the only one who lost her!"

Dean spun around until he was staring Sam in the face. His handsome features were darker than before as his lips were pressed tightly together to suppress the rage that was welling up inside him. Sam saw his brother begin to shake as he fought to control his anger, the same anger that had been growing inside of him since that day.

"Dean, please all I want is to help. If you wanna take a swing at me then go ahead if that's what it takes to make you feel better."

The older brother tightened his hands then stormed off outside leaving Sam alone in the room. The younger brother sat on the bed and rubbed his hand over and across his face. He was troubled by his brother's behavior and worried he would explode at the slightest thing.

Just then someone knocked at the door. Sam thought it strange since no one knew they were here. With gun in hand he he leaned against the wall and slowly opened the door. When the door was wide enough he jumped from his hiding place and aimed the gun. His guard dropped when he saw Bobby and Brooklyn standing at the door.

"Hi Sam," she smiled at the stunned hunter. Sam looked at Bobby then pulled the knife hiding in his pants and went for the younger hunter.

"Sam stop!" Bobby leapt in front of Brooklyn catching Sam's arm before he could strike.

"Who the fuck are you!?" Sam screamed at Brooklyn.

"Damn it Sam stop! It's her, it's her Sam. I already went through this with her. It's really her," Bobby argued.

Sam could only stare with mouth hanging open as Brooklyn stepped around Bobby and approached the stunned hunter.

"I know it's hard but it's me Sam. I'm really back," she watched as shock became jubilation and took control of the hunter. Sam practically picked Brooklyn up off the ground while keeping a tight locked embrace around her body. A part of him still couldn't believe it was her, that she was back from Hell and alive.

"Sam….I can't breathe," Brooklyn felt her face getting red as the air was cut off.

Sam put her down and looked her up and down.

"How?" He turned to Bobby. Bobby shrugged his shoulders.

"No one knows Sam. She just showed up on my doorstep yesterday clean and fresh."

"Doesn't matter right now Bobby. All that matters is she's back."

Dean stepped in the doorway seeing Bobby standing there along with Sam who was talking to a familiar red headed woman. He dropped the pop that was in his hand and felt his heart stop in his chest. Brooklyn turned around seeing a very shocked Dean staring right back at her. His emerald eyes remained fixed on her piercing grey ones as his mind slowly accepted what his eyes were trying to tell him.

"Brook?" He whispered feeling his heart now pounding in his chest.

"Yeah it's me Dean," she nodded.

"It is her Dean," Sam told his brother, "It's not a demon or any other thing."

Dean stepped towards her and reached out for her. His hand found her face which was warm and smooth against his touch. His fingers then traced her lips feeling them pucker and kiss the calloused digits before reaching up and slowly carding his fingers through her hair. Sam and Bobby watched as they became witnesses to a sight they thought long dead: Dean smiling again.

The hunter slipped his hands under her face and leaned in to taste those full waiting lips. The charge surged through both chasing away the void within each of their souls. The anger and rage that had been in place moments before were washed away leaving Dean with a feeling of peace in his being.

"God I've missed you," he felt the first tear fall down his face.

Brooklyn took his face in her hands stroking his cheeks with her thumbs.

"But I'm back now," She told him through her own tears.

Bobby motioned for Sam to follow him as Brooklyn and Dean can be alone. Once outside Bobby confronted the younger hunter.

"Alright what did he do?"

"Do what?" Sam asked.

"Dean genius. Did he make a damn deal?"

"No! Dean tried though but no one would bite. He tried everything to bring her back but he would always turn up empty handed. Hell he was drunk most days of the week and when he was sober it wasn't pretty."

Bobby nodded and stepped back, "I believe you. Well if it wasn't one of you two that pulled her out then what did?"


"Dean did you do this?" Brooklyn gently asked.

"No," he shook his head, "But if I could've I would've made a deal but no demon would take me."

"I believe you Dean," she kissed him again. Dean pinned against his body deepening the kiss the shared. It had been ten long excruciating months for Dean but his hunter was back and he was going to show her how grateful he was to have her back. But first he had to do something.

Dean gently broke away and slipped the chain from around his neck. He unhooked the latch and let the rings fall in his open palm. The hunter smiled at Brooklyn and placed the rings back on her fingers. She had felt naked ever since she woke up and the comfortable touch of silver against her skin felt right as it was where they should be.

"They stayed right here," he pointed to his heart. Their eyes locked together while their lips moved together fitting perfectly. Dean slipped his hands up through the thin button up shirt savoring the touch and heat of her bare skin. He pulled his hands out and hastily undid every button allowing her to slip out. Using one hand Dean unlatched her bra revealing two perfect breasts. Brooklyn pulled back and tugged at his dark shirt. The hunter noticed how beautiful her body looked. No scars or flaws were noticeable on her body.

Brooklyn watched as he picked her up and gently placed her on the bed. Dean kissed her neck letting his lips linger with every press of his mouth. Brooklyn groaned and arched her body finding how deep her need for Dean ran. Dean was only more than willing to give in to her needs as his jeans grew tighter and more restrictive. Brooklyn reached down cupping the bulge in her hand slowly kneading and massaging his erection.

Dean nearly tore the button off her jeans in his battle to yank away the denim layer. She snickered at his struggle earning her a smack on the ass. Brooklyn yelped in pain only increasing Dean's excitement. He pushed back while pulling his own jeans down and away showing the tent pitched in his boxers. Brooklyn felt her heart pounding with anticipation as he hooked the elastic waistband of his boxers and slid them down until they pooled around his ankles.

Brooklyn started removing her own last article but Dean pounced and pinned her wrists above her head. She grinned wickedly at her hunter as he wagged his finger down at her.

"Oh no," he whispered in a low growl. The weight of his body pressed her further in the mattress. Brooklyn felt the soft sensation of cotton sliding down her legs and off her feet freeing her body for him to take. Her lover lifted up slightly allowing her hips and legs to shift as Dean couldn't wait any longer.

Brooklyn inhaled sharply as he pushed inside feeling the tightness of her body resist at first but soon relaxed allowing him to become completely sheathed within her. Dean held back afraid he would come right then and there so he started slow and gentle, rocking his hips with cautious steady thrusts. Brooklyn hooked her legs around his tight waist refusing to let go or be let go of.

Their mouths searched out one another crashing in a heated fury of lips teeth and tongue. Their tongues danced together scraping along teeth and the hot wet cavern of the other's mouth. Brooklyn ran her hands up and down Dean's toned back as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes allowing her body to be overcome in ecstasy and pleasure. The friction created by his swollen hard cock edged her body closer to orgasm. Brooklyn panted and screamed in his mouth when the first rush slammed her body.

Dean's eyes fluttered as the tight velvet heat constricted around him drawing his body every so closer to its own climax. His hips snapped harder and faster as he couldn't control himself any longer, nature overrode control. His body ruptured and flooded her body, filling her with his release. Ten months of pain anguish and suffering purged within his sexual release.

"Dean…." Brooklyn moaned her husband's name. Dean smiled in her mouth as the sweet sound of her voice dripping with love and release for him and only him.

"Shhhh, it's alright baby, I've got you," he whispered. Dean cradled her face in his hands feeling like he had just laid eyes on her for the very first time and in a way he was.

"I know," she whispered back. Dean felt his body responding to hers again. Brooklyn felt his cock growing hard and pushing up against her thigh.

She smiled knowingly as he blushed slightly. The awkwardness washed away as Dean's eyes flashed with the same need that was shining brightly in her grey eyes. Brooklyn felt the gentle hands push firmly against her hips as he eased inside her.


Sam and Bobby had found the one bar in town and discussed the possibilities of what could've dragged Brooklyn out.

"So if it wasn't you two digging around Brook's grave then what the Hell are you two doing here?" Bobby took a swig of his beer.

"Well Dean had given up after about 6 months and turned his attention on hunting Lilith."

"Without me? Who do you two think you are? Your old man?"

"Dean was pretty screwed up in the head. Anyways we were in Fayetteville scoping out demonic activity when the demons in the area hightailed it up here."

"When was this?"

"Yesterday," Sam peeled the label off his bottle.

"When Brook came back."

"So you think these demons came around because of her?"

Bobby nodded grimly. "She seems fine on the outside but it's on the inside I wonder about."

Sam looked up seeing the storminess brewing in the older man's eyes. The hunter had thought the same thing but with Dean being so happy now that Brook was back that he decided to wait until after they had gotten done being reacquainted with one another.

"Well we know something pulled her out and if it was a demon it didn't do it out of the goodness of its heart. They have to be planning something nasty."

"We're gonna need help, Sam. Luckily I know someone who fits the bill. With something this big she's bound to have heard something."

"It's worth a shot," Sam finished his beer and together the hunters headed back to the hotel.

Sam pressed his ear to the door before proceeding to knock. He couldn't hear anything and lightly rapped on the door. He waited for a few moments before the door clicked open and Dean handed Sam his bag.

"Uh thanks," the hand formed a thumbs up before vanishing behind the door. At least he could shower and change his clothes.


Brooklyn and Dean continued to remain awake making love throughout the night. So much time had been lost between them and both were determined to make up for lost time. It wouldn't be until the dawn started breaking over the horizon that the lovers have tired and fell asleep in one another's arms. Dean kissed her lips once more before letting the heavy feeling take over his body. She was back and his arms where his hunter belonged.

As Brooklyn slept visions of Hell replayed in her mind through brief but intense flashes. She twitched and moved in short jerking spasms waking Dean from the sound sleep.

"Brook," he gently held her watching as she twitched then woke up screaming. Her eyes darted around the room before focusing on Dean.

"Dean? What….." he just wrapped her in his arms.

"You were having a nightmare," he whispered, "You're safe now."

Brooklyn nodded and settled back in his arms afraid to fall back asleep but found her body surrendering to the call of rest.


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