A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's, so please don't sue me…..Again thank you everyone for all of the support as I keep on going because of all of you out there!!!
"Are you going to be alright alone in here?"
Brooklyn looked at Dean with an expression that made him regret ever asking her that.
"Dean Jonathan Winchester, don't ask a question in which you already know the answer to," she slipped the knife from beneath the pillow and revealed where the gun was securely by her side.
Dean couldn't but help to grin as she replaced the weapons in their hiding places. Castiel watched the two knowing this familiar song and dance as they had done it countless times in the past.
"I was able to handle my own 7 months pregnant against Damon and believe me that bastard didn't know what hit him. Never mess with a hormonally unstable female."
"Yeah I remember," the hunter replied.
There was a knock at the door and the younger Dean stepped in followed by Robert and Kim. The younger hunter looked as if he had not slept a wink. Dark circles laced the underside of his eyes as the whites were crisscrossed with thin red cracks.
"Dean are you alright?" Brooklyn asked the younger man.
"Yeah I'm fine."
"Right and I'm Britney Spears. Now really what's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing at all," he blocked the hunter.
Brooklyn ceased her interrogation of the younger man knowing he wouldn't say another word.
"The windows and doors all have salt lines and the buildings have Devil's traps and Solomon's keys. If the camp is breached the central meeting house is where everyone is to gather."
"But what about Brooklyn?" Castiel spoke up. His eyes full of concern over the hunter.
Dean waved his hand and placed it on the angel's shoulder. Castiel breathed easier at the touch of the hunter.
"Same precautions are in place here as well. But we must move," he turned to face his beloved wife. Dean reached out caressing her face feeling her lean against his touch. She kept his hand against her cheek and pressed her lips against the inside of his palm. Brooklyn inhaled his scent letting her senses commit the essence to her memory.
The others watched the sweet good bye knowing this intimate ritual by heart but it didn't make it any easier to watch.
Dean leaned in taking her lips into his own putting every ounce of strength and emotion he had in the passionate embrace. Brooklyn tightened her arms around his waist finding herself unable to let him go. The hunter relented and remained in her arms finding he wasn't ready to release her just yet either.
But eventually Dean gently pulled away, already missing the heat of her sweet lips. His fingers ran along the sides of her face wiping away the few tears that had fallen.
"I'll come back, I promise. I love you with all I can give," his voice whispered in her ear.
"I love you too, Dean," she whispered back.
She watched as Dean slipped away and her angel took his place. The younger Dean watched the two seeing his suspicions confirmed.
"Cas keep an eye on him and don't let him do anything crazy," she said with a broken voice.
"I promise Brook. But remember I love you my fiery hunter," their mouths met together melting as one.
The younger Dean's eyes went wide as he lay witness to the tender good bye.
Cas and Brooklyn and me….Wow….Dean thought to himself.
Brooklyn wiped away her tears as the group departed. She caught the expression on the younger version of Dean seeing this was something he was totally not expecting and was a little red around the face in reaction to all of it.
As the door shut, she yawned and closed her eyes as the painkillers were taking back over once again.
Lucifer watched as the group cautiously slipped out of the camp and towards the bridge into town.
Perfect, his little red haired bitch is all alone…..The Fallen One thought as the other powerful demons gathered around him.
"What is the plan, Master?" Damon asked as his silver eyes glowed with a malicious glint.
"Well Dean has secured the perimeter but he underestimates me. Mere white lines of magical grains and children's art projects will not keep us out."
Lucifer knelt down placing a finger on the edge of the encampment. His eyes turned a rich amber hue as the ground beneath his touch burned and scorched rendering the first line of defense useless.
"Damon you take the other and head for the main building. I am sure that is where the others are."
"And where shall you be heading?"
"I have an old friend to to visit," Lucifer smiled and cruelly laughed.
Brooklyn was fast asleep as the memories of times past mused in her mind.
November 2, 2009
"Cas I can't make it! There's no time!"
The angel helped his hunter on the bed as she slid the jeans over her swollen belly. Castiel helped pull them rest of the way along with the undergarment she had on. He draped a sheet over the lower half of her body and took her hand as the first painful contraction slammed her body.
Her body arched up off the bed and tensed up as she screamed out in pain.
"Damn it where is Dean?! I need him here!" Brooklyn panted hard as sweat dripped down her face. Castiel ran a cool cloth over her face and gathered her hair away from her face.
"I don't know Brook. Please breathe," her angel pleaded with her.
"FUCK BREATHING!!!!"
The angel didn't wince at her words as he had heard worse from Dean's mouth. Instead the angel positioned his body behind her supporting her upper body against his own.
"Dean wherever the Hell you are you get your ass here now!" She shouted up to the ceiling.
The next contraction was even worse and longer. Brooklyn screamed in pain feeling as if someone had reached in and shredded her insides. She dug her hands into the angel's palms as the time between contractions grew shorter and the pain increased by tenfold each time.
"Cas I think the baby's coming," she whispered. Castiel slid to the foot of the bed and lifted the sheet. His sparkling blue eyes went wide.
"Brook the baby is coming," he pulled it back exposing her legs to the cool room air.
"I need to push," she whimpered.
"Brook I can see the head," panic started rising in the angel's voice. Just then the door swung open and Dean rushed in.
"Dean!" She cried out while pushing down against her body.
"Cas I need towels and the sheets off the other bed. Move!"
The angel sprung into action as Dean took over. He slid off the coat and over shirt. He had drove like a maniac to get back to the hotel. When Brooklyn had called saying she had gone into labor he broke every speed limit ran every stop sign and light to reach her.
"Brook baby just keep pushing," Dean took the towel Castiel offered placing it down between her legs.
"It hurts Dean, it really hurts," she cried and gritted her teeth.
"It's almost over baby I promise," Dean watched as the head passed through followed by two tiny shoulders. Brooklyn pushed with every single fiber left in her exhausted being as she felt something sliding between her legs. The slimy sticky substance stuck to her legs and inner thighs as she pushed one last time.
"Dean….." her body was straining now as her bottom and lower body were now completely off the bed. Dean felt his heart pounding as he welcomed his baby boy into the world. He was in awe at the small life that squirmed and continued screaming at the top of his little lungs.
"Brook! Brook look," She looked down to see her son in his father's arms. The tiny baby screamed and cried as Dean tenderly wiped him off with another clean towel.
"Dean, a son," she collapsed against the bed and began to cry uncontrollably. Her body was shaking all over as the adrenaline started to wear off.
Castiel took her in his arms and kissed her sweetly as he comforted the emotionally charged woman.
"Brook he's beautiful," the angel whispered in her ear.
"I know Cas," she sniffled and smiled up at him. Dean wrapped his son in a fresh clean sheet seeing for the first time the gorgeous green eyes looking back up at him. He sat down beside his wife and angel placing him in her arms.
"So you're the one that was kicking me for nine months," She kissed the small forehead looking down in awe at the little life before them.
"What should we name him?" Dean asked.
"How about Jonathan Braden," she suggested.
"Perfect," Castiel second the name.
"Then Jonathan Braden Winchester it is," Dean declared.
"Jonathan!" Brooklyn bolted upright from the bed and looked around the room. She collapsed on the pillows and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Not another one," she sighed. Brooklyn was getting really tired of the nightmares and dreams.
She leaned over grabbing her glass. As the water touched her lips the door was violently forced open. The glass slipped from her grip shattering to the floor.
"Shit," she grabbed the crutches and painfully pulled her body up and off the bed feeling the gale force wind stinging her face and skin as the tiny pellets of salt were cleared away leaving her defenseless.
She turned to grab her gun but a cold strong hand clasped around her wrist. Brooklyn hissed in pain as she heard her wrist start to crack beneath the vise like grip.
"Hello Brooklyn," the familiar yet sinister voice rang loud in her ears.
Brooklyn snapped her head up to see Lucifer grinning back at her.
"Lucifer," the Fallen One bowed slightly in acknowledgement.
"I told you in Houston we would cross paths again and well here we are face to face in scenic Lawrence Kansas. Now if you think you can scream out for the others, guess again."
"What've you done with them?"
"Oh let's just say the others are enjoying the company of your lady friends."
"Shit," Brooklyn closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. They didn't deserve whatever sick games those bastards had in store for them.
"But enough idle chit chat, hunter. It's time to go."
"Uh no," She spat as she pivoted on her good leg and threw a right hook straight towards the former angel. Lucifer merely grinned wider and caught her fist in his vessel's large hand.
"You know you are so much like your father it's sickening," he hissed in her ear. Brooklyn felt the sobs escape her lips when the warm touch of his mouth pressed gently against her neck.
"Stop please," she pleaded with the Fallen One only to have him laugh at her begging.
"Why? I'm only getting warmed up," the room filled with a bright piercing light causing Brooklyn to look away as the real voice of Lucifer filled the room before all went dark around her.
Brooklyn slowly came to several hours later. The pain in her knee and ankle gone as were the bandages on both. Carefully she opened her eyes finding herself in new surroundings.
She tried moving her arms finding both restrained by an unseen force, probably Lucifer's doing no doubt. Brooklyn didn't know where she was suspecting there was no way to reach Dean or Cas.
Thank god they're together…..She told herself reassuringly.
"Finally you're awake," Lucifer was standing at the foot of the bed leering down at his victim.
"Stay the Hell away from me!" She spat not holding anything back.
"Oh now that wouldn't be any fun now would it?"
She watched as he circled around with a blade in hand never keeping his eyes off hers.
"I am going to take so much pleasure in this," The Fallen One ran the tip of the blade down the front of her shirt watching it rip apart as it slipped towards the bottom.
Brooklyn could only close her eyes and sob as the blade pierced her skin.
Okay readers next update soon!! I am trying to space out the updates until after Thursday.....I hope I did not disappoint on this one :)
