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

I am sorry about this uber slow and late update.....My muse went AWOL on this one but finally got going once again!

Lindsey lit the cigarette and looked over at the hunter. Her head was hanging down as her breathing was erratic and shallow. The cuts were clotting and the bleeding started to slow leaving dried streaks over every part of her body. Taking a short puff, he wandered over to Brooklyn and roughly grabbed her hair forcing her head up. Her eyes were hollow and distant as the pain had taken over her body.

Brooklyn was beyond pain or so she thought. When the cigarette burned her skin she heard the scream leaving her mouth. Lindsey didn't stop at one; he continued burning her body until all that remained was the butt. He grinned as he tossed the burnt end aside and cut her down dragging her towards the bed in the corner. Brooklyn couldn't fight back as he dropped her on the bed in a cold and careless manner. She gasped for air as her face was buried in the dirty soiled mattress. Lindsey looked down at the helpless woman with disgust and contempt. He roughly parted her legs and thrusted roughly inside. He admitted to himself that fucking the hunter brought him not only self satisfaction but power. Power over another.

The tears ran down her face and soaked the soiled surface as she couldn't find the energy to weep in agony. The sharp nails of her tomentor buried themselves in her skin drawing blood beneath each one. Her body tensed in response but that was all she could muster. Lindsey laughed in her ear mocking the hunter as he spilled inside her mocking the intimate tender dance she shared countless times with Dean. Brooklyn winced and closed her eyes tightly as the next round of hot thick semen invaded her body. Her tormentor and rapist dug his nails in her shoulders pinning her down as he rode out his release. Sure he loved cutting burning and beating her, but this, this to him was the ultimate way to break his victim. It gave him dominance and control over Brooklyn.

He rolled off the weak hunter and stretched out beside her admiring his personal handiwork. Her body was broken beaten and bloody but her soul was somehow still intact. Despite her injuries, Lindsey sensed she was still defiant. His telekinetic powers allowed him to read into her mind and thoughts.

"They'll never find you," he sneered. Brooklyn didn't respond and kept her face turned down away from him. She wasn't about to grant him a single ounce of satisfaction. Her aura remained strong glowing a rich blue around her battered form. He was going to have to try harder to break her. It was then Lindsey got an idea.

Brooklyn felt him lift her hips up and felt his cock at the tight ring of muscle. Her heart began pounding as he brutally forced his way inside. She couldn't move and could only whimper as he thrusted roughly inside. Blood ran down her thighs and legs as her body relented by force and allowed him in. The tender flesh ripped and tore as he raped her relentlessly.

"You like this…." He grinned and slammed his hips harder against her feeling his climax drawing closer and faster with each thrust. Lindsey threw his head back and allowed his body to expel inside. The silent scream rang in her mind as she felt her body burn and stretch from the intrusion. The pain bordered on unbearable as her attacker forced his cock inside of her making her suffer in an unimaginable way. Brooklyn let her thoughts turn to Dean and the hopes he would find her soon. She didn't know how much longer she could hold on.

Cordelia held the bracelet in her hand hoping she would receive a vision about Brooklyn's whereabouts. Ever since they learned Lindsey was behind Brooklyn's kidnapping, the gang had tried everything to locate their missing friend. Dean had taken it especially hard. The hunter was still bedridden from his injuries but did what he could from bed to help in tracking them down. Cordelia had sensed he was shaken deep down but wore a mask of stone to hide his true emotions.

"Dean we'll find her. McDonald may think he's covered his tracks but he's gonna screw up somewhere," Sam assured his brother. He saw past Dean's false façade and saw the real emotions. Fear anger and heartbreak were in control of his soul and it was turning harder for Dean to keep it from breaking the surface. Castiel couldn't face the hunter for the guilt consumed the angel. Dean had trusted him to watch Brooklyn and he couldn't do that. The range of emotions that swept through his eyes didn't fool the angel one bit.

"Cas!" Dean called out from the room. "Cas get your ass in here now!"

Castiel braced himself for the barrage that was about to come. He walked towards the room and shook all over even causing the tan jacket he faithfully wore to flutter as well. Whatever Dean had to say he felt he deserved it. Holding his head up, Castiel entered Dean's room.

Dean looked up from the laptop when he heard the knock on the door and watched the angel come in.

"Cas, I need to talk to you," Castiel was taken aback by the gentleness blended in with the sadness in his voice. The hard edge had peeled back exposing the fear in his jade depths.

"Cas I don't blame you for Brook going missing. I know you've been blaming yourself for this but don't. Lindsey stalked and attacked her when she was vulnerable. He watched her like a predator and attacked when it was to his advantage. If I was in your place I would blame myself too but stop it right now."

"Dean…..You trusted me…" Castiel started to say but the hunter cut him off.

"And I still do Cas," he said. "But you can't do this to yourself."

Castiel sighed and sat down next to the bed. Dean put the laptop on the stand and moved towards the edge of the bed. He slid the amulet he wore faithfully every single day from around his neck and placed it in the angel's hand. Castiel watched Dean close his fingers around the cool heavy idol then look up with a fiery determination.

"I can't go out with you but maybe this can help. Brooklyn is my world, my everything…..I can't just sit here without trying something."

"But Dean this your prized amulet….Sam gave this to you when you were 12."

"Yeah and what's your point? This is special….Bobby told me that. He said that someday it would prove helpful in a time of need. I would say this is that time."

Castiel nodded and slipped the amulet around his neck and tucked in his shirt. It felt strange resting against his skin but also felt reassuring at the same time. Dean saw the emotion in the angel's eyes as the tears welled and spilled over down his face.

"Cas go," Dean choked back his own tears. "Damn it go!"

Castiel stood but not before placing a supportive hand on the shaken hunter's shoulder.

"I will get her back for you," he vowed.

"If you see McDonald….." Dean wiped his eyes and sniffled, "Make that son of a bitch suffer slow and painfully."

The angel watched as Dean began to break down. The final brick in the wall gave way as the emotions turned too strong to hold back. His strong shoulder shook as his hands covered his tear streaked face. Whimpers escaped his lips despite his best efforts to hide them in his hands. Castiel turned to leave the hunter as he let the emotions flow.

"How's he doing?" Lorne asked Castiel when the angel appeared in the conference room.

"He is holding his own shall we say," the angel replied unsure of what to say. Lorne had felt Dean's pain from when Sam broke the news to now. The hunter had blocked what he truly felt but the loss of Brooklyn was more than he wanted to admit to anyone, including himself. Lorne knew he truly loved Brooklyn for he had picked up on it the first day they met him.

"We'll get her back Dean," he said to the air.

Sam and Cordelia were at the table going over the books Angel had fetched from the resource room. They knew Lindsey had runes etched on his body which were some of the most powerful and oldest sigils in existence. Dean had volunteered to look on the internet in the hopes he could stayed focused in getting Brooklyn back.

"Well this book had a whole lot of nothing," Sam slammed it shut in frustration. "It just regurgitated what we already know."

Cordelia looked over at her friend seeing the distress contorting his handsome features. It was difficult seeing the Winchesters hurting as they were since Brooklyn was a dear friend to them all and her suffering was their suffering as well.

"Don't give up Sam," she said in an attempt to brighten the mood. "For every evil being and spell in creation there's a way to counter it. We just have to dig deeper and think outside the box."

Sam smiled as she spoke with the wisdom of a sage. She had matured within the last few years from a shallow self absorbed girl to a mature empowered woman. A woman who took the bull by the horns and got through life's trials and perils with determination of a warrior but carried herself with the grace of royalty. It was no wonder Angel was nuts over her.

Dean kept searching through bleary tears, hoping he would find something that would help even if it was just a word. He had felt so lost and alone after Cassie but then Brooklyn came along and changed everything. She was initially weary of his suave charm and boyish good looks but after saving his life in Miami she finally confessed her true feelings. They never looked back since.

"Brook we're going to find you….And when we do you are never ever going out of my sight again!"