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Castiel and Brooklyn continue to get closer as she assists the guys on a hunt in Nashville…

It had been several days since Brooklyn and Castiel had gotten closer in Santa Fe. It was odd though as Brooklyn was still not feeling any guilt or remorse for letting herself kiss Castiel. Her soul had felt at ease with the intimate contact between them. Her mind was saying it was alright and that the kiss felt right like it was supposed to happen. That they were meant to be. But Brooklyn was still not feeling it in that she was with Dean and she loved him more than life itself.

But then that surge in warmth would rise up from the pit of her stomach when she thought about the angel. Was it wrong to feel such strong emotions towards another? Especially when you loved someone else? Brooklyn took a deep breath hoping to quell the tug of war that her soul was doing on her. She wanted to stay by Dean's side for as long as he would have her but yet at the same time she wanted to be with Castiel or at the very least see more of the angel.

They were headed to Nashville as Brooklyn had a vision of a nightclub that harbored an evil past. She couldn't quite determine what but when the guys did some digging, Brooklyn's premonition proved true as one nightclub fit the bill. It was in the heart of the city nestled between the tall skyscrapers. It had remained closed and vacant for years before new owners had arrived wanting to reopen it as a bar and grill. That was when the troubles started. At first things started out as harmless occurrences. Tools would go missing only to be found where they were not left before. Lights would flicker on and off when the wiring wasn't even connected. Footsteps could be heard creaking on the second floor where the bar was going to be. Some workers had reported feeling cold spots and gusts of icy wind when the doors and windows were shut tight and the central air was off. One report indicated sightings of spirits of Indians and men in colonial clothing locked in an eternal battle as gunshots rang out and the smell of gunpowder would linger though the halls.

But then the harmless pranks and noises took a sinister turn. Two contractors were seriously injured when some overhead lighting came barreling down on top of them. A plumber was attacked by an unseen force leaving several bruises and cuts over his body. He never came back after that. Then tragedy struck one cold night. An electrician was checking the wiring when he was electrocuted and died on the way to the hospital. It was then people starting talking of the curse. Some believed that centuries ago there was a mass murder that took place in the early years of Nashville and that a curse was placed upon the land. As Brooklyn had done further digging she was able to find that each time the club would get a new owner that reports of activity would happen and that something tragic would befall the place. Intrigued by this local legend, she had done some more digging when they were in Santa Fe and found what she sought.

Before Nashville was settled in 1779, the land was inhabited by various Native American tribes who had complex trading networks with the French fur trappers. For years the relationship was one of stability and understanding between the two groups. That was until the Americans arrived in 1779. A group from the Carolinas arrived to establish a new trading post in the frontier. At first the Cherokee and Chickasaw did not see the new arrivals as a threat but would soon think otherwise. Three years after Fort Nash was completed, a dispute broke out over land rights between the tribes and the settlers. The tribes believed that no one could own the land as it belonged to everyone. But the settlers saw things differently. They claimed the area as their own and for the state of North Carolina. Skirmishes broke out between the groups in and around where the nightclub now stood. Then one hot summer night it came to a heartbreaking end.

A group of Chickasaw hunters were camped near the settlers as they always had. What they did not expect was the rogue group of men and boys that were quietly approaching the band of hunters. Before the men could react, the settlers were on them slaughtering every last hunter. Blood soaked the earth as the men fell. Cries from both sides could be heard for miles as gunshots from both camps rang out through the valley. When it was over, all Chickasaw hunters were deceased and several of the killers lay dead as well. The marauders plundered the campsite and bodies taking anything that looked valuable or could be used or eaten. But as the cold blooded murderers raided in an orgy of excitement and pleasure, one member of the tribe was still alive.

The young brave watched the white men and boys desecrate his fallen kin with no regards to anything else but what they could carry out on their backs. A surge of hatred and anger rose within him as he cut his hand allowing the blood to spill upon the land. With his dying breath the brave cursed the land for generations to come.

Now as they trekked through the Ozark Mountains, Brooklyn thought back to Castiel and the time they shared alone. She secretly hoped that while they were in Nashville that her angel would appear again and perhaps the opportunity to spend more time alone would present itself. But what stood out in her mind the most was touch of his soft lips upon hers. She loved how they seemed to fit perfectly upon hers and the emotion that was behind it.

And then the dreams returned after that time in New Mexico. Dean had caught her smiling in her sleep several times and when he asked her about it, she would tell him that they were about him and her and a variety of different activities. And to further concrete the lie, she acted them out with Dean on several occasions. She loved the hunter, there was no denying that, but now she could feel her heart making some room for the angel as well.

She looked at Dean as his eyes remained fixed on the winding road ahead. Turning around she saw Sam leaned up against the window with his jacket serving as a pillow. She turned back around facing forward.

Dean had been plagued with more nightmares after their break in Santa Fe. She had awakened many times to see him screaming and drenched in sweat. His eyes were wide open yet his mind was in another place. Hell. Back to when he was the tormentor of many souls. Their screams and cries ringing loud and clear in his perfect ears as he subjected them to various methods of torment. Once when Brooklyn tried to calm him and snap him out of it, his fist landed squarely against her cheek sending her backwards out of bed. She had cried out for Castiel after that. The angel appeared and promptly put him into a dreamless sleep. When Brooklyn turned on the light, Castiel was shocked to see the angry red mark on her face. He knew Dean didn't do it intentionally but he was still upset to see her hurt.

Brooklyn remembered her angel guiding her to the couch and sitting her down so he could look at the red mark that was rapidly becoming yellow and purple in color. When he touched it she winced in pain and involuntarily jerked her head out of his hands.

"I'm sorry, Cas. It's just that he hit me pretty good. Dean has a mean right hook" Brooklyn tried to joke about it. But Castiel was not finding any humor in this. Gently he had held her around the waist bringing her in close to him as he gently placed the other hand on her face. Brooklyn had closed her eyes and relaxed under the angel's touch as he healed the bruised skin. After her skin had healed, Castiel just sat there looking at her. Secretly he had wished that he could be the one that she had that kind of undying devotion to. It took a lot to stay by Dean's side as the nightmares had plagued him night after night. Castiel could see in her eyes that she had experienced several sleepless nights. He could feel her mind, body and soul were exhausted as the lack of rest had started to take its toll on her.

"I'll be fine, Cas. I can sleep in the car during the daytime" She had told the angel on several occasions as he had tried to help her get that elusive thing called sleep. What Brooklyn really was saying was she didn't want her angel to leave. She wanted him to stay and stay he did until she fell asleep curled up next to him on the couch. And as always, Castiel would pick her up effortlessly and put her back in bed next to Dean. He felt himself smiling when he would pull the blankets up and over her small body. Before he left her, he would brush the fallen strands from her face and lean over and kiss her forehead. Then as he left, Castiel would run his fingers along her cheek and jaw letting them linger for a little before he would leave.

"You alright over there, Brook?" Dean asked snapping her out of her trance. Shaking her head and rubbing her eyes, Brooklyn turned to him nodding her head and smiling at him.

"Yeah, I'm fine, babe. Just tired. I swear the last place we stayed at must have had rocks in the mattress. I don't know how you could sleep. I kept tossing and turning and when I was even remotely comfortable, I would find myself flopping around again and again."

Driving with one hand, Dean grabbed her hand pulling her over to him. When she was close enough, he wrapped his arm around her waist allowing for her to get better adjusted.

"You can use me for a pillow" he said. Brooklyn smiled at him as she readjusted her body on the bench seat. She found her head in his lap as she closed her eyes. As she fell asleep, she could feel Dean's fingers running through her hair and over her face.

"Sleep tight, Brook. I love you" he said to her as she slept the rest of the way to Nashville.

The rain came down in sheets as the Impala pulled in to the hotel's parking lot. Dean killed the engine and gently shook her awake.

"Brook, we're here. Come on, baby, wake up" he leaned down and kissed her in the hopes of getting her up. That tricked worked as she began to stir and sit up stretching and hitting her head on the roof of the car. After muttering a few curses, Brooklyn was coherent and looking at the outside seeing and hearing the torrent outside. Sam was moving in the back seat and his eyes went wide as he saw the deluge.

"Dude, you're getting the rooms" Dean told Sam. Sam shook his head in defiance.

"Hell no! You run out and get the rooms!" He snapped back. Brooklyn quickly saw where this was heading and grabbed her wallet.

"Quit acting like a couple of pusses. I'll get the rooms. Dean give me your jacket" Dean handed over his jacket as Brooklyn told him "We wouldn't want you to get all wet now would we, Princess?"

Dean smirked as she opened the door and darted to the lobby throwing the door open and shaking off the jacket as she stepped in. Dean knew he would owe her big time for this one. A few moments later, she was sprinting through the deluge once again hopping back in the Impala. She handed a key card to Sam and held onto the other. Sam groaned when he saw that he would have to go out in the rain to get to his room.

"You're not gonna melt, Sam. For a big bad hunter you sure can act like a girl sometimes" she said in a huff and rolled her eyes. Dean tried to suppress a laugh as her eyes darted to the man next to her.

"And you, Dean…you can be just as bad" she said in a flat tone.

"What? I don't want to ruin my hair" he said grinning as he ran his fingers through his short hair. Brooklyn slapped her head to her forehead shaking her head. As of that moment she was the only real man in the car it seemed.

"Fine then, ladies, I'm going to my room and taking a hot shower and ordering some pizza. You two can stay out here all night" And with that she was out the door and retrieving her bags. With a slam of the trunk, she was trudging through the rain and within moments she was in the room with the door shut.

Brooklyn looked at her watch to see how long it took Dean to come running and pounding on the door. She swore he could be a big baby sometimes. She peered out the curtain seeing the brothers in the car still. What was their deal? It was only rain. She had seen this all time in summer in Phoenix.

Sighing and turning around, she saw Castiel sitting on the bed facing her.

"Cas, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" She asked in a rapid fire manner approaching the angel and kneeling down to face him.

Castiel looked up at her with those sharp blue eyes. Something was wrong she could tell. She could feel her hand touching his face as concern flooded her grey eyes. Castiel reached up covering her hand with his then taking her other hand with his.

"Brook, listen to me. This case, don't go. It's a trap set up by Lilith to kill all three of you. It's one of the Seals. Don't go. If you do, she will be able to break it and that puts us one step closer to Hell on Earth."

Brooklyn felt herself get weak in the knees as they buckled and gave way. Castiel caught her before she could fall to the floor.

"Why don't the angels protect the Seal?" She asked him.

"Our numbers as limited as I told you in Santa Fe. Lilith planted that dream in your mind so you would come here to Nashville. If you go, she will be there waiting. She needs your blood and Dean's blood to break the Seal."

"But…But what about Sam? Doesn't she need his blood as well? Why is he not as important? So all of that information we found was false? A set up by Lilith and her cronies to lure us here?"

Castiel tightened his hands around hers as he prepared to tell her the worst part.

"Sam would be the one to spill your blood. In order for her to break this, the blood of two warriors for good must by spilled by one of their own. Since Sam has been tainted with Azazel's blood, Lilith can manipulate him easier than you or Dean. That and since you are a daughter of Gabriel, it makes breaking the Seal that much more enticing to her. Please, Brook, promise me you won't go."

She quickly nodded her head as fear racked her body. This was one Seal that the crazy bitch wasn't going to break. Quickly she looked out the window to see the Impala gone. Where did they go?! Brooklyn grabbed her phone dialing Dean's number but it went straight to his voicemail. Next she frantically punched in Sam's number only to get his voicemail. Castiel could see Brooklyn was bordering on hysterical when she slammed her phone shut. Her hands starting shaking as panic began to set in.

"I can't locate them, Cas! Can you sense them!?" She asked panic stricken. Castiel closed his eyes trying to sense where the guys were but couldn't pick up their trail. His blue eyes looked up to hers as they both knew where they could be. That damned night club. She should have known those two would have gone there. She would chew Dean and Sam's asses out later for this but now they needed to reach them before Lilith did.

"Cas can you take me there? We need to get to the guys and now!" Castiel stood and without saying a word embraced Brooklyn and together they were gone.


Several minutes later, Dean entered the room finding only her bags on the floor. The guys had gone for pizza as they waited for the rain to lighten up.

"Brook? Hey, Brook you here?" He yelled out only to be greeted with a deafening silence. His phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling it out it showed he had missed a call. Flipping up his phone he saw Brooklyn had tried calling him. His heart sank as the pieces came together. Anxiety gripped him as he dialed in her number as the phone began to ring.

Brooklyn and Castiel arrived at the abandoned building. She remained tight to him as her eyes scanned the darkness. A buzzing sound caught her attention as her phone went off. It was Dean.

"Dean?! Where are you!?"

"At the hotel. Sam and I went for food. Where are you?! Are you alright!?"

"Cas and I are at the night club. When I couldn't get a hold of either of you we came here…"

That was when she heard the noises coming from all around them. Demons. Their black pools fixed on the angel and hunter as they closed in tighter and tighter on the pair. Dean could hear everything on his end including Brooklyn's screams for help followed by a woman's voice. Lilith!

"Brook!? Brooklyn!?" He screamed in the phone. He could hear breathing on the other end as Lilith answered.

"Well, hello, Dean. Your little girlfriend took the bait hook line and sinker along with her angel buddy. Say hi, Brookie" she taunted Brooklyn.

"Go to Hell you crazy bitch!" She yelled out. Dean heard a smacking sound followed by Lilith saying "Watch your mouth!" Dean then heard the angel telling them to keep their dirty hands off her then what sounded like shuffling sounds then a loud bang.

Dean heard the phone go silent. His heart stopped as he knew he didn't have much time.

Crazy Lilith is at it again!!!! Next chap up soon! Thanks for reading!!!!