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Brooklyn and Dean finally get down and dirty in Detroit…

The snow began to pick up as the Impala made its way across the state of Ohio. They were headed to Michigan, Detroit to be precise, to send a rather violent apparition packing. The man was beside himself when Brooklyn had called him. She could sense his apprehension as many others had called tormenting him and taunting him about the ghost that resided in their home. His daughters were the targets of cruel taunts and jokes from their classmates which resulted in one of them getting suspended for fighting another girl who didn't understand to keep her trap shut. Brooklyn felt horrible for the single father as he was at his wits end and did not have any money to move.

Robert, the man, felt that he could trust Brooklyn as her voice was sympathetic and listened with great patience as he explained the story from the beginning to present. The house was in his range for rent as he had recently lost his wife to a drunk driver and felt it was best to move from Flint to the Detroit area where his parents lived. It was the minute they set foot in the 19th century house that the ghost made its presence known. At first the events were harmless and non-threatening. Objects would be moved around or vanish only to reappear later as if it was never touched. The girls would see shadows moving on the walls when no one was in the room or hear footsteps when no one would be upstairs.

But then things began to take a turn for the worse. The girls would be woken up in the middle of the night as their beds were rocked by unseen hands. One night the eldest girl was pinned against her bed with an inhuman force. She screamed and screamed until her dad came in and fought against the invisible attacker until it was gone. Fed up with everything, he had the girls move in his room to be safe. But even then they were not safe from the spirit's hand. The father was attacked in the middle of night feeling a burning sensation on his sides. When he lifted his shirt and looked in the bathroom mirror to see 6 distinct scratches that began bleeding. He was angry and pissed. He challenged the spirit to show itself, to come out and face him and be a man. Soon the apparition appeared behind him. It was as tall as he with well groomed jet black hair and eyes to match. It was dressed in an old fashioned suit and its face twisted in anger and hatred. It lunged for the father gripping his throat with its icy hands. It felt as if death itself had come a calling. Robert recited an Old Catholic prayer which worked since the spirit immediately let go and vanished leaving him gasping for air.

But the straw to break the camel's back came late one night during a rather severe storm. The eldest daughter, Shannon, had gotten up to get some water from the kitchen. When she had turned to head back upstairs, a flash of lightning revealed the ghost standing before her. Shannon dropped the glass causing it to shatter in pieces and spilling water on the floor. She began to scream but the ghost was on her strangling her and slapping her. Her father had hurried down the stairs to see the attack and immediately recited the ancient prayer. That was it!

"You bastard why don't you come after me huh!? Bring it on you son of a bitch!" He yelled out.

Once word got out about the house and the events, the local paper and news media got wind of it adding more unwanted attention. That was when they were the subject of the cruel laughs and taunts. Of the whispers and finger pointing. Robert prayed for help and soon his prayers were answered when Brooklyn called. She told Robert to take his daughters to his parent's house and to stay somewhere else until they could make it.

The snow had picked up as they reached the Michigan/Ohio state line. Dean grumbled as the Impala protested the roads to which they traveled on. But he looked over at Brooklyn as worry crossed her face. He knew she was concerned for the father and daughters and wanted to help them.

The sky began to darken as they made it to Detroit. The snow had let up a little as they pulled into the hotel. Brooklyn ran in to get the rooms as Dean sat there. Sam was still asleep in the back as his snoring could be heard loud and clear. Dean hoped that he would be given that chance he missed in Wheeling. Hopefully it would be while they were here in Detroit. He was still kicking himself in the ass for blowing it. He really did love her and didn't want to blow things with her. He glanced down at his watch seeing it was 18:35 (6:35 PM) and looked back up to see Brooklyn with the room keys. Dean turned to wake the sleeping Sasquatch up.

"Hey, Sasquatch, wake up we're here!" Sam groaned as he came around looking at Dean with half open eyes. He attempted to stretch in the small confined space that was the Impala's backseat. Brooklyn opened the door to let him out handing him his key card along the way. Dean had already gathered up their bags and began heading to the hotel room. Brooklyn quickly caught up and got the door for the hunter. Dean had to admit Brooklyn knew how to pick a hotel. He was going to let her start picking the places to stay from now on. The room was clean and had no lingering smell of urine or any other offensive odors. The TV actually worked and had an impressive lineup. He looked over at Brooklyn as she unpacked a few items putting them in the bathroom. She was still wearing those tight jeans and shirt. Her hair down sitting slightly above her shoulders and not in the usual ponytail she wore it in on hunts. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was sending the message loud and clear to him. She was going to give him another chance and he better not fuck it up. He decided to let her make the first move as he wasn't going to make any mistakes. Or did she want him to make the first move? He could feel his hands tremble unsure of what to do. He really did have it bad for her since Dean Winchester never second guessed anything when it came to sex. Never.

Brooklyn approached the anxious man as he stood there attempting to hide his anxiety. She stepped up placing a gentle kiss on his lips letting their lips touch before she pulled back. Dean felt his heart pound wildly as she turned and sat on the king sized bed. She motioned for him to sit with her to which he immediately seated himself up against her small frame. He encircled her small waist with his strong arms leaning her against him. He felt like he was virgin who was about to do it for the very first time.

"What's wrong, Dean? Ever since we got here you've been acting really strange" she turned facing him with worry in those grey orbs. Dean felt a large lump in his throat as he attempted to speak.

"No, I'm ok, Brook. It's just that I don't wanna…" he muttered out slowly struggling to find the words. Brooklyn figured out what he was trying to tell her. She lifted her hand to stop him in mid sentence.

"I get it. You're scared that you're gonna blow your chance and do something to screw up. I had a feeling that this is what all of this tweaking was about. If I tell you that you're ok and not doing anything stupid would you calm down?" She asked calmly as she ran her hand over his cheek and lips.

Dean kissed her fingers as they passed over his mouth. Good, he wasn't screwing anything up, yet.

"Yeah, that would be nice" he responded after several seconds of silence. Brooklyn grinned up at him causing the hunter to relax.

"You'll know when it's time, Dean" she whispered kissing the spot below his neck. This caused shivers to charge up and down his spine. He sincerely hoped he would know when the time was right. He pulled her closer into him tilting her head up to his as he claimed her mouth. She responded deepening the kiss and running her tongue along his. Dean could feel his desire beginning to grow for her as they sat there. He pulled her down with him on the bed, moving her body so he could be on top. They both secretly hoped that this would be it and that nothing would hinder them…

"Hey guys! I don't know about you but I'm starving…Oh I see I've interrupted you two" Sam turned bright red as he had strolled right in on Dean and Brooklyn's make out session. Brooklyn felt all of her sexual drive going into park as Sam broke them from their fun. Dean growled as he slowly got up and helped Brooklyn up on her feet. Sam looked down at the carpet feeling rather embarrassed at what just happened. He hoped he hadn't killed Dean's chance. But Brooklyn responded as if she had read his mind.

"It's okay, Sam. Since you're here now we may as well go out for something to eat. I mean we do need to go over this case anyways right, Dean?" She turned to him smiling at him. Dean could tell he was still good so he nodded his head and grabbed his coat. Brooklyn grabbed hers as they headed back out into the cold snowy night.

Luckily for them there were several diners and restaurants up and down the road so for once they could be picky. Brooklyn insisted on something that didn't have the words chicken, fried or burger in the name. That still left a few places left and they agreed on the Village Inn that lay ahead.

Sam seated himself across from Dean and Brooklyn as the server took their order. Brooklyn dove into the coffee before her as Sam went over their newest job.

"Okay, this house was built in the 1860's by one of Detroit's elite. Anyways, this guy, Williams, was a real ass to say the least. Rumor had it he was scorned by one of his maids that he had a real thing for and took it out on all female residents in the house. His own wife was so scared of him that she sent her daughters to live with her parents until things could blow over. Well, they didn't and one night, Williams was shot and killed in his own bedroom. Some say it was the wife while others speculate that it was the maid that scorned him since she saw how he treated all the women in the house. Anyways, soon after was when the sightings of the ghost began. Any female in the house was attacked and any male that protected them was subject to attack as well."

"That would explain why Robert was attacked. He was in father mode protecting his children from Williams" Brooklyn concluded. Sam nodded his head in agreement. Pulling out her phone she punched in Robert's number letting him know they would be there tomorrow morning.

"It's all arranged. Tomorrow at 9 am we meet him at the house. I suggest we all get some sleep because I have feeling that we will need all the strength we can muster for this one" Brooklyn recommended. The guys nodded and soon thereafter their food arrived. This time Brooklyn did eat her meal and finished it off much to the guy's dismay. In fact she had room for dessert as she finished off a slice of very rich French Silk pie to herself. Dean and Sam looked on in astonishment as this happened. She looked at both of them as if they were crazy or insane.

"What!? I was hungry and don't you two look at me like that for I've seen what you two can pack in in one setting" she looked at them knowing she was right.

The guys went back to their own pie as she finished off one cup of coffee and started on another one. Her grey eyes never leaving their own as they finished up and got the check. Brooklyn snatched it away and went to pay.

"Hey, you two have covered for me enough times. Let me cover this, okay?" she said as she headed off to pay. The guys didn't expect her to return with a pie in hand and Dean could see it was apple too.

"I figured we're gonna need this since we have a lot of work to do. Shall we go?"

Sam and Dean grabbed their coats and followed her out to the car. The snow still falling but now heavier as they slowly made it back to the rooms. Sam followed them into their room and began setting up everything that they needed to go over.

Dean of course dug into the pie as Sam went over his findings. Brooklyn held a bottle of water in her hand.

"Okay, Williams was killed here in the master bedroom. From what I was able to find out what witnesses there were said that a woman was seen running from the house but they could not determine who it was as she wore clothing that could disguise her identity. When the police arrived they found Williams on the bed with his face blown off. Since the technology of today didn't exist in 1864 the police either contaminated the scene or the killer left no clues behind. I am guessing it was a combination of the two. Anyways, after that his ghost was sighted in and around the house and any female on the grounds was attacked by the apparition. From then on any woman brave enough to stay there would come under attack one way or another. Brooklyn, I think maybe you should sit this one out. This ghost doesn't like women and that makes you a target."

Brooklyn stood shaking her head in defiance. "No way, Sam. I'm not going to let some cowardly excuse for a man scare me. I'm going to go and I will stand up to Williams."

Dean stood beside her agreeing with his brother "Brook, listen, I have almost lost you twice now. I can't run that risk again. Besides, you'll be safer here in the hotel. Just stay here, please? Do it for me" he pleaded with her as his green depths reached within her grey ones hoping to get her to understand. Brooklyn wanted to take the cowardly Casper on especially since in life he was a woman beater. That was one thing that made her very angry. But as she looked into Dean's eyes she couldn't help but to relent but stood firm in her decision.

"I'm going, Dean. But why don't I stay outside on the grounds? You two can go after him inside and I can draw a salt circle if I see the ghost. Come on I'll take extra protection. Please?" By this point she was begging. Dean looked at Sam for help on this one.

"I'm so not getting involved in this one, Dean. You're on your own" Sam said as he stood back with hands up in surrender. Dean sighed as he knew she wasn't going to stand down.

"Alright, you can go. But if something goes bad I want you off the property and in the Impala do you understand?" Brooklyn nodded her head as she sat back down on the bed. She felt like a kid sometimes around Dean but she knew that it was his way of protecting her although sometimes it crossed the line into flat out being ordered around. She was not afraid to tell him so either and he immediately backed down. She even stuck up for Sam when Dean let his emotions get the better of him.

"Sam, anything else we should know before tomorrow?" Brooklyn asked. Sam reviewed all the articles and other documents strewn around before shaking his head at her. Eyeing the pie, Sam walked over and helped himself to a rather large piece. Brooklyn laughed a little seeing the enormous slice on the paper plate. She was full for the rest of the night as the brothers finished off the dessert. Grabbing her night clothes, she headed towards the bathroom wanting a hot shower. Though the room was warm, she felt very chilled to the bone. Dean watched her saunter off to the shower closing the door behind her.

Sam noticed his brother's eyes trailing her when she entered the bathroom. Seeing this as his cue to leave, Sam trashed the paper plate and plastic fork.

"I'm heading to bed. See ya in the morning, Dean" he said as he exited the room. Dean quickly locked the door and stripped down anxious to join the woman in the hot shower.

I will have the next chapter up soon!!! What can I say I can't stop writing!