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 it means a great deal to me…
"How's she doing?" Dean closed the door behind him and looked back at Bobby.
"She's sleeping now. Whatever Pastor Jim slipped her did the trick."
Bobby could see Dean throwing on his game face but failing in doing so. When it came to Brooklyn his defenses were worthless and his game face couldn't hide his true feelings from her.
"Well let's see if Samantha came up with anything more," Dean looked longingly at the door before turning and heading downstairs. Bobby clapped a supportive hand on his shoulder guiding him towards the kitchen.
Sam was on the phone with Caleb when Dean materialized in the doorway.
"Right, yeah is there any way we can track her? Well Ash is on hiatus somewhere and the demon tracker is out of commission. Do you know where we could find it? No, alright well thanks anyways. I'll call if I need anything else."
He snapped the phone shut and smacked an open palm on the table.
"Damn it! Well Caleb doesn't know where it is."
"Know where what is?"
Dean waited for his brother to answer.
"There's something out there more powerful than the Colt called the Lucifer's Sword. Since Ruby's dagger is officially missing, this is the next best thing. Yes the Colt can kill demons but demons higher up the food chain are an entirely different animal. The Lucifer's Sword will kill demons like Lilith."
"So what you're saying is a magical sword will save the day? And we don't know where Excalibur is hiding? Lovely," Dean pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Dean, we have time to find it. Bobby and Jim are already hip deep in books and scrolls."
"Sam, that's just it. We don't have time. We already have less than a year until Brooklyn has to pay the piper!"
"Dean," Jim stood behind him. "Dean have faith."
"Faith is something I'm fresh out of," he muttered beneath his breath.
Brooklyn tossed and turned in her sleep muttering Dean's name. Sweat beaded up and trickled down her face and neck soaking the sheets and pillow. She continued thrashing and tossing until she shot up finding her breathing hard and labored. Brooklyn couldn't remember the details of the dream only bits and pieces but terrifying bits and pieces. She looked around seeing it was 8:30 on the digital clock. How long was she out? Squeezing her eyes closed, the hunter flung back the blankets and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Her head was spinning like an amusement park ride keeping her from getting up.
"Brook," Brooklyn jerked her head around to find Dean standing in the doorway. The light from the hallway illuminated his body giving her hunter an unearthly glow.
"Dean hey," Brooklyn could hear the shaking in her voice knowing Dean did too. Dean stepped inside and closed the door behind him. The light of the moon streamed in through the window allowing him enough light to find his way towards the bed.
Brooklyn felt the mattress dip as Dean sat down beside her. He brushed away the damp strands of hair from across her face so he could see her beautiful face.
"I had a nightmare," she exhaled.
"You wanna talk about it?"
"I would love to if I could remember it."
Dean wrapped his arms around her body drawing in his embrace. He kissed the top of her head and let a hand caress the side of her face.
"It's alright Brook, don't force yourself."
Brooklyn sighed heavily letting Dean run his fingers through her hair while humming Nothing Else Matters by Metallica. He really didn't know any sappy love songs and didn't plan on learning any either. Brooklyn smiled to herself as the song seemed appropriate for the occasion.
"And nothing else matters….." she sang quietly against his chest.
"Trust I seek and I find in you…." He sang back.
Pastor Jim continued pouring over the scrolls sprawled over his desk while Bobby thumbed through the small but thick stack of books on the stand. Not much was known about the Lucifer's Sword other than it could smite any demon or angel. It had last been seen during World War II when it was smuggled out of London and to the United States.
"Maybe Ash can pull something up on his super computer," Bobby grumbled as he slammed the latest book shut in defeat.
"Dean's right this magical sword is gonna be like looking for a needle in a haystack."
Jim glanced up with disbelief in his eyes.
"Bobby I am disappointed in you. You of all people…"
"Jim this relic hasn't been seen since World War II. It's like the damn thing vanished off the face of the earth. For all we know the demons could have it."
"Bobby don't you think I haven't realized that possibility? Besides wouldn't the demons be flaunting it in our faces if that was the case?"
Bobby ran his hand over his face and played with his trucker's cap. He knew Jim had a point as the demons would have tormented the hunters if they had it. But no so much as a peep had been heard from the minions of Hell leading Bobby to think that they didn't know where it was either.
Jim dove back into the scroll before him reading the Latin text with ease. The scroll described the sword and how it was lost for centuries until turning up several different times. That was in 1587. The priest rolled up the scroll and instead turned to a more contemporary resource. He grabbed a journal sitting on the shelf and started reading through it.
Dean had stretched out alongside Brooklyn keeping his arms around her. He felt the soft light caresses of her fingers along his hands and arms. The hunter knew he needed to distract her get her focused on finding Lilith and hopefully breaking her free.
But for now, he would distract her by other means. He started with her earlobe. Dean kissed the warm tender skin letting his tongue brush the edge. Brooklyn tiled her head baring the smooth skin of her neck. Dean kissed her neck, putting gentle pressure upon her feeling his lover turning more and more receptive to his touch.
He slid his hand down her stomach letting calloused but skilled fingers unhook the button of her jeans then slowly slide the zipper down. Brooklyn tensed up feeling the gentle pressure of his fingers against her bare hot skin as they slipped beneath the boy shorts. Dean exhaled at the touch of her clean shaven skin against his hand. Brooklyn rolled around seeing her husband's eyes darken with lust and need as his voice thickened with desire.
"I need you," he whispered.
She drew him in hungering for taste of his lips pressed against hers. Dean was only more than eager to oblige as their mouths crashed into one another going further and slipping his tongue between her swollen lips. As their mouths remained bound together in a heated fury of lips teeth and tongue, Dean ripped away her jeans and boy shorts in a desperate need to feel her naked body against his. Brooklyn fumbled with the button and zipper but her lover's steadier hands guided the shaky digits as they slid the obstructive denim and cotton boxers down and over his hips and thighs.
Dean kicked away the garments then pulled back from Brooklyn. With little effort he peeled the worn black shirt away from his frame and pressed his hot searing body tight with hers.
"These need to go," he growled in her ear. Brooklyn gasped at the sensation of his hot breath against her skin. Brooklyn quickly shimmied out of the shirt letting it lie where it fell as Dean unsnapped her bra with a single hand.
The silvery light of the moon bathed her naked body giving her an ethereal appearance. Dean felt his heart stop as his eyes fell upon her as she lay stretched out beneath him. Her copper locks spread around her creating a fiery halo.
She was his angel.
Brooklyn pulled him down yearning to feel the weight of his body wrapped around her. She moaned in his mouth as his fingers caressed and swept along her inner thighs dancing dangerously close to the wet heat between her legs. Dean took his index finger gently slipping it between the slick folds and putting gentle pressure on the swollen delicate mound. He watched as her body arched up and legs parted wider wanting more. Her hands fisted the sheets and blankets as she panted and moaned.
He continued the sweet torment watching her thrust her hips uncontrollably as she rode out the intense mind blowing orgasm. Dean leaned in lightly lapping and tasting the pleasure that he had caused. Her sexual essence was like a drug to the hunter pulling him every time.
Slowly Dean pulled away and lowered his body on top Brooklyn's waiting one. Her hips shifted and legs wrapped around his waist as he rested the head of his cock at her entrance. Leaning in and capturing her lips in his Dean slowly took his love. Brooklyn felt her body welcome him enveloping his hard cock with the sweet sticky heat of her body.
He held her gently as their bodies rocked together like a sweet symphony of the night. Dean went slow and gentle reveling in every second they were locked together. He had committed every touch, smell and sight to memory. From the touch of her feather soft skin against his to the way she moaned his name like a desperate prayer in the dark.
The lovers were quiet and hushed but Brooklyn felt her control slipping away knowing it was the first pangs of orgasm running through her body. Her nerves were on fire and skin burned while the slick walls of her body spasm against his cock.
The rhythmic throbbing and milking of his cock pushed Dean to the very brink. His balls tightened up against him and coiling in his body became greater and harder to ignore. He continued thrusting inside her going faster as he erupted and spilled inside her. The thick heat of his cum coated and filled his lover's body. Brooklyn kept him against her loving the feel of him still lodged inside her as he came down from his sexual bliss.
Dean was breathing hard and labored when he looked down into her deep slate orbs. He saw her soul bared for him to see through those beautiful endless depths. God how he truly and deeply loved her. He thought he could never love or feel anything like it again but he had and was.
"Dean are you alright?"
"I'm great," he whispered.
Dean gently broke free of her embrace and slid away from her body. He ran his fingers over her body watching her relax under his touch. The scent of their lovemaking filled the small room but was fading away as they continued caressing and stroking one another's skin until they drifted off into a content slumber.
As the lovers slept in one another's arms, Bobby thumbed through another book. His eyes were becoming fatigued with all the reading he was doing. The last real lead they had was it had made its way to the United States during World War II, Bangor Maine to be precise. Well that was where Dean and Brooklyn would have to start.
I am soooo sorry about not updating this one sooner.....But I have been devling in Blood Moon and now Heart of Darkness.....