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


It had been two weeks since Sam ran off. It had been two weeks since they did battle with War. Dean looked ahead through the windshield as Brooklyn slept across the seat. They had finished tracking down a vampire that was targeting coeds at a university in Alabama and had finished washing the Impala as it had been a bloody mess to say the least

16 hours earlier….

The vampire fell for the trap as it chased Brooklyn down the road. The hunger was too great for it to ignore as it pursued the slender red head towards a sleek black car. Dean waited on the side of the Impala with stake in hand. Brooklyn saw Dean on the other side and quickly veered to the right as Dean leapt from his hiding place and tackled the bloodsucker to the hood of his beloved car.

"Eat it Twilight," he growled as the stake was shoved in the vampire's chest. Brooklyn saw the unbridled rage in Dean's eyes as the vampire writhed and died on the hood of his beloved car. She knew it was because Sam had up and left them in Colorado which hurt him more than he realized.

"Dean, it's dead," Brooklyn whispered. Dean nodded and let the dead creature slide of the car to the ground. Brooklyn merely stared at the dead being while Dean retrieved a machete from the trunk. She was just as angry at Sam for pulling his little vanishing act but what could she do? She had tried calling him but he wouldn't answer and even if he did get her messages he probably deleted them anyways.

Her thoughts snapped back to reality by the sound of Dean's footsteps crunching beneath the gravel and stopping beside her. Brooklyn watched as he hacked off the head of the vampire getting splashed in blood from the grisly task. Crimson streaked his cheeks and jacket as he made the final cut severing the head from the body. Together they hauled the remains seeing to it they were burned deep within the woods. They headed to the nearest car wash to clean the filth away. They both stripped to their jeans and shirt as one scrubbed and the other washed. Dean couldn't but help to notice the thin cotton clinging to her body as she scrubbed the last few specks of blood away. The denim was turning dark as she stretched across the hood and double checked her work. If she didn't finish up he was gonna throw her in the back and have her right then and there.

"Damn," she muttered at how wet she was. Quickly she peeled off the thin soaked shirt as the night was warm. Brooklyn didn't see the lust filled look in his eyes as he approached from behind her and pinned her against the hood. Dean remained silent instead kissing her back of her neck and shoulders, pushing aside the damp coppery strands. As his mouth remained pressed to her chilled damp skin, his strong hands unbutton and unzipped her jeans slipping the heavy soaked material over her hips and pushed them down until they were kicked aside. Brooklyn started to turn but Dean gently pressed her back against the warm body of the Impala. The dim light of the lot cast shadows across his face giving him a feral more dangerous aura. It only drove her desire for him even harder.

"Stay," he growled in his seductive tone sending shivers down her spine. Brooklyn quickly obliged and placed her head and upper body on the smooth sleek surface as the last garment was pulled away leaving her naked save for her bra. Dean looked down at Brooklyn as she remained bent over ready for him. He tugged at his jeans and pulled off his jacket letting them fall beside her clothing. Dean positioned her hips wider apart and outward towards him as he sunk his cock within her waiting body. No one was around so Dean took it slow gently rocking his hips against hers. It had been three weeks since they had lain together with the last time being in the backseat of the Impala somewhere in the middle of Utah. But this was by far hotter for the hunters. Brooklyn flattened her palms against the hood and tensed her body up as Dean started thrusting harder inside her. Quiet groans and pants escaped her lips causing his cock to twitch as he continued pumping inside. The twist jerks ran against the tiny sweet spot within bringing forth the powerful climax. Brooklyn gasped and breathed hard as her body tightened and shook with the intense release coating his cock with the hot sticky juices.

Dean grunted and growled feeling his own body drawing close. His fingers dug into her hips keeping Brooklyn firmly in place. She cried out when his nipped between her shoulders and up her neck then felt the searing heat fill her body as he cried her name in wanton release. Brooklyn slammed her hips back against his feeling it fan out even more the longer they remained connected. Dean slowed his thrusts feeling the peak of orgasm pass through his body and gently lowered his body on top of his lover's. He caressed her arms then stroked her damp tresses never getting enough of the coppery strands falling through his fingers. The warm Alabama evening provided little comfort as their skin was beaded in sweat from the sticky humid air. Dean pulled away and gently turned Brooklyn around. His need for her was rising again. Dean was a bit shocked by his body's rapid recovery but didn't complain as Brooklyn captured his mouth with hers and shoved her body against him.

Brooklyn wrapped her legs around his tight waist opening her body for him. His now rock hard cock rubbed against her inner thigh leaking droplets of pre cum along her soft skin. Dean felt the soft wet folds brush against his sensitive tip and wasted no time as he pushed against her feeling the warm tight velvet walls enclose around him welcoming him once again.

Back at the hotel Brooklyn and Dean lavished one another in the shower. The smell of blood and sex vanished replaced by the aromatic scent of cocoa butter body wash. They were determined to make this last and hold meaning since intimacy had gone out the window once Lucifer was sprung free. Though neither one would say it, each was a bit happy Sam wasn't around. The lovers were free to be at ease and not rush knowing the younger brother would return. Brooklyn and Dean lingered in the shower until the water turned cool signaling the end of their steamy interlude.

Dean towel dried her body kissing her back and shoulders for added measure. Brooklyn reveled in the attention as his hands gently patted her skin until no droplet remained against flush skin. She returned the favor and with gentle hands stroked the soft cotton towel over and across his body looking up with the undying love brimming in her eyes. Dean felt his heart melt at the tender expression in her eyes. He pulled her up so he could taste those sweet lips before letting her go. Suddenly Brooklyn collapsed to her knees as she felt ill all over. She crawled to the toilet and leaned in seconds before the contents from the night before was expelled from her body.

"Brook are you okay?" Dean brushed her hair back and gathered it in one hand.

"No…." she gasped between violent upheavals. Dean could only wait until her stomach was through purging itself. Brooklyn rested her head on the rim and wrapped an arm across her midsection. Dean quickly went to retrieve her clothes as she sat there groaning in pain. She had been feeling a little off the last three weeks but this was the first time she had been brought down to her knees. Brooklyn had been able to quell the nausea with Pepto Bismol, Sprite and bland foods but now she had no choice but to wonder.

"Brook," Dean gently helped her up and closed the lid and flushed the toilet. He eased her down and fetched a cup of water to which she eager took and swished the contents around in her mouth then spat it out.

"Thanks Dean," she forced a weak smile. Brooklyn sat there letting him dry her hair and dress her. Her body was still weak and shaky all over so she didn't mind the extra attention. Dean quickly dressed before guiding her towards the bed then went to fetch his keys.

"I'll be right back," he kissed her quickly and stepped out before she could utter a word. Sighing, Brooklyn spotted the blood splattered jacket and decided to clean it before he returned. On two wobbly legs she crossed the room and grabbed the jacket. The sight of drying blood made her stomach churn as she padded towards the bathroom.

The water steamed as she wiped away the drops and streaks feeling her stomach churning more and more the longer her eyes rested on the soiled leather. Brooklyn closed her eyes and took a deep breath hoping to suppress the bile that was rising up her throat. She dropped the jacket and curled her fingers around the counter's edge feeling a blinding migraine start to form behind her eyes.

"Damn it not again," she growled dropping in front of the toilet and violently heaving again. This time she wasn't alone as Castiel had appeared hearing the hunter getting ill inside the small room. The angel carefully entered to find Brooklyn with her head halfway inside the porcelain bowl. He knelt down beside her and gathered her hair back as it was the logical thing to do. Brooklyn sensed the angel's presence but said nothing as she gasped hard for air. Her stomach had heaved so hard so much it was now hurting to do the simple action of breathing.

"Brook…." Brooklyn reached a hand out and pushed the handle flushing the stool. She sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth before acknowledging the angel.

"Hey Cas," she said with a hint of pain in her voice. Castiel looked upon her with those puppy dog eyes.

"You are not well," his words were a statement rather than a question. Brooklyn nodded and rinsed her mouth out.

"That's putting it lightly Cas. Dean's not here though."

"I am not here to see Dean. I am here to see you," Brooklyn tilted her head as she sat on the toilet.

"Me? What's going on?" The angel sat on the edge of the tub and took her hands in his.

"If I have made you uncomfortable with what I said I am sorry. I merely thought I was going to die and…."

"Cas, it's alright," Brooklyn waved a hand. "If was in your position I would've spoke what was on my mind or heart too. And besides I think Dean knows something's up with you so why the secretive meetings?"

The angel shrugged looking at the hunter awkwardly. "When you and Dean or rather Michael was in heaven, he was very protective of you as he still is. You could say he had a bit of a jealousy streak when certain other angels came around."

"Like who?"

"Azazel attempted to seduce you before the schism and Michael learned about it. He was not very pleased with Azazel. That was one of the reasons why Azazel sought you out when you were a child. He wanted to corrupt your soul and finish what he had started."

"Oh isn't that just freaking lovely!" Brooklyn muttered. "So Azazel was after me. But what about Sam?"

"You already know why he sought out Sam. He was one of the special children to lead the demons from the Devil's Gate in Wyoming but of course…."

"Right that," Brooklyn remembered when Dean used the Colt to kill the demon. The sound of the door unlocking caught both of their attention as Dean casually stepped in with food and a Walgreens bag. He spotted the angel and nodded at him.

"Cas how did you find us?"

"Bobby told me," the angel replied. "Oh right," Dean set the paper sacks down and pulled out the contents of the Walgreens bag. To Brooklyn's shock he handed her a pregnancy test. Her eyes darted up to his in confusion.

"Brook, I've noticed your changes," Dean confessed. "I've seen the bottles of Pepto and changes in your eating and now with the vomiting we can't rule it out."

Brooklyn just nodded and headed towards the bathroom leaving the angel and hunter alone. Castiel looked strangely at Dean. "Cas I also remembered what Zachariah said. He said Brook would continue the line. What if he was referring to…"

"With Zachariah his wording can be misleading," Castiel interrupted. "But in this case I would make an exception and suspect he is speaking the truth."

Dean could only nod and sit as he waited to see what the future held for them all.

Brooklyn stared at the wall waiting for the ten minutes to be up. She had five to go and it was killing her that seconds passed like hours in her mind. Dean had been hip to what was going on and after watching her get very ill only confirmed any suspicions he was entertaining. What would they do if it was positive? They were fighting the Apocalypse and brining a child in the turbulent world would be difficult and dangerous. What where they going to do? She sat there with tears streaming down her eyes scared of what the results would read. Brooklyn checked her watch seeing she now had two minutes. Her eyes avoided the stick sitting on the counter and focused on other objects ranging from the wall to the shower to the mirror. She let her thoughts wander to her father and hoped he was okay. War's cold words had angered her so much she wanted to kill him but he was right she couldn't kill a Horseman. But at least they had his ring.

The hunter picked up her watch and noticed ten minutes was up. She took a deep breath and picked up the stick. Her eyes went wide as she saw the results staring back at her.

Dean and Castiel waited on the beds when she stepped out. The hunter saw she was trembling all over as she crossed the small room. Castiel saw her knees starting to buckle and darted to her side catching her before she fell to the worn carpet. She broke down in his arms as Dean rushed to her side.

"Brook, what did it say?" Brooklyn looked up with watery eyes and sniffled.

"It's positive Dean. I'm pregnant."

Remember when ol' Zachariah said she would continue the line????