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Brooklyn stood on the edge of the bed peeling off the muddied boots and socks. Her hair clung to her neck and shoulders soaked from the cold deluge of earlier. The jeans and jacket went next falling to the floor in a soaking wet heap. Her shirt was just as drenched along with her bra and boy shorts. She sighed heavily to herself as the remaining garments fell from her cold wet skin.

Castiel had watched his angel ever since they reached the safe house. He felt her bitterness pain and despair knowing it was because Damon and Samael once again weaseled away. The angel knew deep down within her bright soul a small dark mark lingered. A mark that could never be erased unless the demons were destroyed but found they had struck out in that department. At least for right now.

"Brook, come sit by the fire and warm up," Castiel gently pleaded with her. The rich cerulean depths appealing to her bordering on begging.

Brooklyn slowly shook her head.

"I think I am going to shower," she sighed heavily before slowly treading towards the small bathroom. Castiel didn't realize how much this fight affected her until they had arrived. She had been quiet and somber not really wanting to talk about what happened. The angel suspected it had to do with Gabriel misleading them to Washington State. It was hard on her when she learned about the Messenger being her father but now this.

Rising, the angel stripped off his own wet heavy clothing as he headed towards the small lit room.

Brooklyn stood there with arms braced against the smooth cool tile wall. She didn't want to believe her father would send them into a trap. Not after everything they had been through. So much pain and deceit anguish and hurt fueled by years of being left in the dark about her real father. The emotions gripped her soul tight bursting forth in a fury of tears and anguished sobs.

She didn't hear her angel sliding in behind her.

Castiel stepped in closer wrapping his arms in a gentle hold around her waist. Brooklyn gasped slightly at the angel's touch but immediately found herself leaning in against his body needing him, needing his love.

Brooklyn sobbed against him feeling his fingers card slowly through her wet hair. The loving gesture drove her closer against him until no space existed between their wet naked bodies. Castiel ran his hand up and down her back feeling begin to calm down as her sobbing slowly tapered off.

"Why would he say that?" Disbelief and confusion were prominent in Brooklyn's voice as Castiel struggled to answer as he was unsure of it as well.

"I wish I knew Brook," It was the plain and simple truth as Castiel couldn't even begin to fathom why Gabriel would do such a thing. He knew this was now not the time to tell her of Gabriel and Lucifer's torrid past. It would rip the wound in her heart further apart and that was the absolute last thing Castiel wanted to happen.

The angel got an idea.

With Brooklyn latched onto him, Castiel spied the body wash and loofa reaching for both with ease. Lathering the sponge until it overflowed with foam he turned to Brooklyn and gently pried her away as he slowly ran the soft sponge in smooth circular motions over her body. Brooklyn watched Castiel cover every curve of her form feeling the hints of a smile threatening at the corners of her mouth.

The angel sensed this change in her mood knowing this was beginning to work. He gently parted her legs taking his time around the sensitive sensual zones sensing her reaction to his caress. Brooklyn lightly gripped his shoulders as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back letting the warm sensations take over her body. She didn't want him to stop as this was a welcomed release from the hard fought battle and revelations.

A small groan escaped her lips as she bent her knees allowing him in further yearning to feel his fingers stroke and tease her. Castiel continued his little bathing session sensing something beginning to emerge within her. Hunger. It was a hunger that was kindling within her growing higher with each small stroke of the angel's finger.

"Cas," Brooklyn whispered with lust in her voice.

Castiel felt the need within his own body at the soft sound of her voice. He felt his cock responding to her gently plea growing harder with each soft sweet moan. The angel fought back the urge to pin her up against wall and just take right then and there. His raw caged lust was winning out as his hands slid up Brooklyn's hips and waist guiding her towards the cool tile wall. Brooklyn lifted her hands up bracing them against the wall feeling her angel teasing her swelling mound.

Brooklyn arched her back moaning louder against him. Driven by her cries of pleasure Castiel slipped two fingers inside the hot damp tightness slowly thrusting deep within her. Brooklyn snapped her hips against her angel each time they slid out.

The angel leaned over kissing and lightly nipping her back and neck feeling her respond to this new stimulation. The surge and overload of emotions was becoming too much for her to stand as she cried out in a heated sexual release. Castiel felt his cock twitch as the need became too much to bear. He needed to be inside her now!

Pulling his fingers out and gripping her hips tightly the angel slid inside. They sighed in unison at the sensations each felt. Castiel started out slow wanting to make her feel hot all over as his hips snapped against her. Brooklyn began seeing bright white stars as he ran over that small yet receptive bundle of nerves and flesh slowly and methodically. She could feel her body in the beginnings of orgasm. Her walls slowly closed in around her angel's cock pumping him harder inside her. Castiel moaned quietly at the gentle pressure wrapped around him feeling his balls begin to tighten. He was nearing climax but kept his gently constant thrusts as his angel erupted around him.

"Cas…" Brooklyn quietly whimpered and cried as her walls clamped tightly around him creating that delicious friction between them the angel oh so loved. Her body trembled as she felt her lower body tightening causing her to grip the wet flat tile harder. Castiel could only moan louder as his own release was dangerously close now. Brooklyn rocked her hips against his own increasing the heavenly sensations Castiel was experiencing. The hot sweet velvet chafing against his rock hard erection, his angels moans of passion and cries of release was more than Castiel could stand as he dug his nails in Brooklyn's hips and exploded within her.

"Brook…" The angel's voice was mixed with pain, release and love. Pure and true love, the kind only soulmates could experience.

"Castiel," she could only mutter between her hard pants. Castiel reached around clasping his hand over her heart willing the racing heart to settle and be calm. He gently pressed soft gentle kissed on her back and nape of her neck as Brooklyn placed her hand over his own as they remained locked together with the hot steady stream cascading over them.

The lovers didn't move for several minutes hesitant to break apart the physical bond they shared.

The angels finally emerged from the shower moving to the roaring fire Castiel had started earlier. Their need for on another had not died as they lay before the fire tangled together on the soft rug. Brooklyn wrapped her legs around her lover's tight waist digging her heels into his tight ass pushing him harder inside her. Their hips slammed hard against each other while mouths were locked in a desperate battle for dominance. Brooklyn ran her fingers through the unruly dark tresses of her angel feeling him moan inside her mouth.

Castiel felt a need to dominate the fiery haired seraph unsure of where this sudden hunger came from. Brooklyn felt the angel pull away and out from her and cried in out in protest. But her cries were cut short as Castiel turned her on her stomach then pulling her to her knees. The angel cried out as her blue eyed lover slammed inside her holding her body still as he pumped in and out of her.

Brooklyn wasn't sure where this sudden drive appeared from but she didn't care loving the way he had taken control making her forget the pain and anguish that had raged in her soul only hours ago. She let the negative energy go feeling the warm connection they shared brighten her soul and coursing through her veins.

Castiel snapped his hips harder against his lover fighting to stave off his orgasm but found the sexual energy within him slipping out as his hot release spilled out marking her as his.

Brooklyn gasped hard feeling her angel pumping all he had as his nails dug tighter in her skin. She felt her true form escaping the confines of her mortal coil as she allowed the emotions to overtake her and losing herself to a sea of sexual pleasure.

Castiel released his nails from her skin seeing the distinct nail marks etched in her skin. He kissed away the marks watching the angry purplish welts vanish leaving perfect unblemished skin in their wake. He slowly slid out pulling her down alongside him. Their bodies fitting together like two spoons in a drawer as they rested comfortably beside the fire. Brooklyn sighed at the touch of feather light kisses against her tender neck as she smiled into the dancing array of red orange blue and yellow.

"Let's move to the bed," Castiel gently whispered. Brooklyn nodded and hand in hand they went towards the large king bed. The mattress accustomed to their bodies while the soft overstuffed bedding and pillows completed the comfortable surroundings. His hand slid down her toned warm back resting at the base of where her beautiful black wings blended with tender flesh. He watched his angel slowly close her eyes feeling the serenity overtake Brooklyn. Finally peace had found its way to the troubled seraph.

Lucifer grinned reveling in the pain he was causing. Through Gabriel Lucifer had lured Castiel and Brooklyn to Washington where Samael awaited them. Oh the look on Brooklyn's face was priceless indeed. To see her former tormentor standing before her was enough to bring the angel to her knees. And not to mention the rather valiant effort of Diaz before that son of a bitch Michael had to but his fucking nose where it didn't belong! The Fallen One growled at the thought of the Warrior Archangel and of the many times he had spoiled Lucifer's fun.

Lucifer closed his eyes and leaned back silently calling for his Archangel.

Michael saw him sitting there on dock staring out against the smooth glass surface of Lake Michigan. No one else was around for it was early morning and most people were still asleep.

Gabriel sat there feeling Michael's presence behind him as the dark voice filled his mind.

Reveal nothing…..

His olive depths melted away revealing a rich violet beneath before being swallowed up by the rich olive green once again.

"Gabriel we need to talk."

The Messenger remained firmly seated as Michael stopped and seated his vessel beside his brother. Something was off with the Messenger, something that Michael could not pinpoint. He could smell no sulfur or brimstone to which he felt little relief. It didn't mean anything.

"What is going on? First you threaten Raphael then you send Castiel and Brooklyn to Washington where Samael and Damon were waiting for them. Your own flesh and blood, Gabriel. What has gotten into you?" Michael demanded gruffly.

Gabriel remained quiet revealing nothing to the Warrior.

"Gabriel, please what has happened to you? This is not at all like you. You would never send Brooklyn into a dangerous situation intentionally. Something is deeply wrong here yet you remain here silent and unrelenting."

The hard cold tone slowly eroded away leaving sympathy and concern in the Warrior's voice. His eyes softened as he looked at his brother who remained unchanged but only to blink and breathe. Tell Gabriel fought against Lucifer's influence only to find his lips sealed tight as the words died upon his tongue. He wanted to jump up and shout out at the top of his lungs about the pact and how Lucifer was the one manipulating him. Like he was the puppet and Lucifer was the puppet master.

It was ripping Gabriel apart inside knowing he couldn't reach out to Michael, his brother and dearest friend. Seeing the pain in those dark ancient depths pulled at his heart and soul as Michael sat there.

"I am not giving up until you tell me what is going on. You are my brother and comrade, Gabriel and I will not let you suffer."

Make him leave…..

Gabriel slowly turned his head to look Michael directly in the eye as a glint of sadness broke through the dull depths.

"Please just go," he whispered sadly.

"No I am not leaving you, Gabriel," Michael remained steadfast and stubborn.

"Michael please leave or something will happen. Something bad," the last two words faded way into a whisper as Gabriel trembled uncontrollably. The darkness began rising rapidly within him as he silently prayed for Michael to leave for his own good.

"No," Came Michael's answer.

Gabriel shut his eyes refusing to let his brother see what had become of him instead summoning what self will remained and vanishing. He refused to let his brother be hurt by his hand.

Michael sat there on the edge of the concrete pier unable to comprehend what just happened. His brother had indirectly threatened him but over what he didn't know. The Warrior vowed not to rest until he unearthed what or who was doing this to Gabriel.

Zachariah watched the tense exchange between the Archangels with a satisfied smirk. It was like moving pieces on a chess board. Everyone was playing their roles perfectly even with the additional twist of Gabriel selling himself like a common whore to Lucifer. After all these millennia the torch still burned as bright as the sun between them. He had seen firsthand the intensity of their little relationship. It was then Zachariah knew this bit of information could be of good use and benefit him. He quietly stepped further back into the trees leaving to make sure Samael was on track.

Seth jolted awake as the vision clicked off like a light switch. He was beginning to despise the visions as all they had been were images of pain and blood as it soaked the ground. Of angel and demon falling in battle as their hollow shells littered the landscape. But that was the brightest to say the bitter least as the one that gripped him as he fell asleep made the Saw movies look like a day in Boy Scout camp.

He had seen Brooklyn's final battle against darkness and the graphic toll it was to take on her. He knew his visions were non-negotiable as Dean had put it but it was the future and he hoped it could be stopped from coming to pass.

"Howdy," Lilith's voice rang out. Seth looked up and over seeing her dressed in tight leather pants and skin tight black spaghetti strapped tank top.

"How much?" Seth quipped. The wide grin on the demon's face dropped forming into a twisted sneer.

Lilith was immediately on the prophet pressing her hands against his skin as his flesh hissed and blistered beneath her touch. Seth cried out hollering at the top of his lungs feeling his throat become scratched and raw as his voice became hoarse.

She jerked her hands back leaving two angry red marks in their wake.

"Don't fuck with me, seer."

"I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole you psychotic bitch," Seth fired back despite his pain.

Lilith got in his face pressing her face to his as she said in a low menacing tone, "I can't wait to take Lamashtu's dagger and slash your throat and wrists open and watch you choke on your own blood as it rushes from you dying body."

The demon gripped Seth's chin pulling him in for one hot searing kiss. The press of her hot demonic lips against his made Seth gag as he felt bile racing up his throat. The bitter and sour tinge settled on the back of his tongue as she pulled away allowing him to swallow back the rising acidic surge as she stood with a wide grin etched upon her face.

"I'll be back soon lover."

"Yeah for me," Seth said sarcastically as the demon vanished once again.

Castiel woke first seeing Brooklyn lost in a deep fitful sleep. He felt her pain slowly ebbing away knowing it was only temporary that the distress and angst were hidden deep within the recesses of her soul. Waiting to remerge. He shuddered at the thought quickly suppressing it and pulling his angel's body tightly with his instead thinking of the previous night and the way they were tangled together in front of the roaring fire. The passion between them undeniable as their hearts had beat as one. Castiel smiled feeling the warm calming sensation running through them.

The angel leaned in stealing a soft kiss from Brooklyn's pouting lips then resting his forehead lightly against hers listening to her deep steady breathing. He had come to treasure these simple moments as when before he would've taken these same instances for granted. But now they held a greater significance to Castiel knowing Brooklyn felt the same way.

Samael slammed his fist against the wall frustrated over yet another opportunity slipping through his fingers. One way or the other he was going to get that copper haired angel.

Gabriel leaned against the smooth stone wall hearing Lucifer's voice echoing loudly in his mind.

You listen well…..But perhaps next time a little less talk and a lot more action Gabriel.

The Messenger could only sit and take the Fallen One's chiding feeling the tears running down his face.

Are those tears I detect? You knew what you were getting into when you struck this deal Gabriel. You wear my brand on your wrist if you need a little reminder.

The mark glowed blood red sending sharp jolts of pain through his body. Gabriel's face contorted in pain at the "friendly" reminder.

Oh and as for your daughter, do not worry as I have plans for her once I am freed….

Gabriel gripped his own face tightly with his hands hollering towards the heavens.

Ok next update soon!!!! Looks like Cas knows how to help Brook feel better in more ways than one!

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