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The scenery looked all the same to her as the woodlands of Indiana gave way to the woodlands of Ohio. Bobby had managed to track down a lead on the Lucifer's Sword albeit an old one. Sam looked over his shoulder seeing Brooklyn just staring out the window. She knew it was a long shot finding this Lucifer's Sword. But she kept her doubts silent around Dean, not wanting to upset him.
"You okay back there?"
"Hmmm? Yeah I'm fine," Brooklyn sighed not breaking from the window.
Dean looked through the rearview mirror seeing the melancholy written clearly on her face. It pained him to see her like this but he wasn't about to give up.
"Brook you hungry?"
"A little," she replied when in reality she was starving.
"Next exit we'll stop."
Brooklyn went back to looking out the window.
Sam was looking over what Bobby had given them before they left Minnesota. It seemed whomever brought the Sword over did an excellent job at covering their tracks. The last listed place was a small town up by the Canadian border, Fort Kent. It made sense given no one would think to look in a place where the majority of the residents spoke French.
Dean eyed Brooklyn as she warily stared blankly at the menu. He knew she was thinking about the deal and how much time was left.
"It's not a test, Brook," Dean slid an arm around her. She flashed a quick smile before deciding on something.
The server appeared and flashed a brilliant smile at Dean who ignored the brunette and remained focused on the fiery red head beside him. She huffed at the blatant rejection and turned to Sam whose attention was in the files Bobby had given him.
"Has everyone decided on what they want?" She said in her snottiest tone. Brooklyn looked up and over at the bitchy woman.
"Brook," Dean gently warned her.
"I'm not going to start anything," she slid something from her pocket and uncapped it from under the table keeping her actions hidden. With one swift fluid motion Brooklyn splashed the holy water on the woman's face. Instantly her skin burned and hissed as she cried out in pain.
"She's a demon?!" Sam shouted out.
"Yep, the whole place is crawling with them," Brooklyn continued splashing the water around causing the demons to flee the blessed water allowing the hunters to escape. Sam grabbed the files before taking off in a dead run through the diner door.
The trio sought the sanctuary of the Impala, racing through the pounding rain to the beloved Metallicar.
"That was too damn close," Sam exhaled loudly.
"Brook how did you know the place was swarming with demons?" Dean was bewildered by the revelation.
"I just knew Dean, I just knew," Even Brooklyn wasn't sure how she knew. It was something the hunter couldn't explain, it was just a deep pull that had risen out of nowhere, a feeling of overwhelming dread and malice, of pure evil.
"That's it we're going through a drive thru," Dean declared turning the engine.
Several hours later the road weary trio found themselves in front of the first hotel off the road. Luckily for them there were still some rooms left for the evening. Sam rushed to get a couple leaving Dean and Brooklyn in the car.
"It was like a freight train hit me," Brooklyn whispered.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Back at the diner it was like this dark force reached inside me revealing every single one of those bastards. I could feel their presence everywhere. It was choking me from the inside out."
She turned to Dean revealing fear and uncertainty in her eyes.
"Dean, what's wrong with me?"
He didn't know what to say and instead took her in his arms. Sam returned to see his brother comforting Brooklyn knowing something had happened. He gently tapped on the window and slid a card through the cracked window then left for his own room.
"Come on let me take care of you," Dean whispered in Brooklyn's ear. She nodded against his shoulder and pulled away wiping away her eyes. He smiled down at her and wiped the drying tracks off her cheeks before leading her by the hand towards their own room.
"Bobby she was able to pick out the demons before splashing the holy water on them."
"That's part of making a deal, Sam. First the person can sense them without even using conventional means like holy water."
"Oh great so this is like some 12 step program for making demonic deals?? What's next? A nice new pair of black eyes?"
"No ya idjit," Bobby grumbled.
"Well then what?"
"Over the next few months a person will begin to become more sensitive to demonic activity until the weeks before their deal is up. And the last week before the deal is up they can see a demon's true form and lemme tell ya it's not pretty. Oh and let's not forget the nightmares and other signs that only the person will see feel and experience."
"Like what Bobby?"
"Let's just say Brooklyn has an internal Doomsday Clock now, ticking down until time's up. She'll have visions and other nasty experiences. Dean needs to take care of her and you need to find that Sword."
"Yeah well I've been reading the files and we're heading to the last known location."
"Well I'm remaining at Jim's for the time being so if you need anything call me."
"Thanks Bobby," Sam snapped the phone shut and started peeling off his own clothes anxious to feel the hot steamy stream of the shower.
Dean ran his hand along Brooklyn's back as she lay on her stomach. The rest of her naked body was covered by the thin hotel sheet and his body. He watched her body rise up and down in a slow deep rhythm. Dean knew she was in a deep sleep with peaceful being questionable. He would do anything to keep her here as he had even offered his own soul in exchange for hers.
"I know we don't have much time but I'm not giving up until we have you free. God it's so hard sometimes to realize you sold your soul so Sam and I could breathe and walk again. I shouldn't even be here but I am because of you."
The hunter leaned in lightly kissing her lips and stroking the side of her face. His father had sacrificed his life so his eldest could live and now the love of his life had done the same. Why were those he loved so willing to jump in the Pit like lemmings? What had he done that deemed him worthy of being saved not once but twice?
Brooklyn stirred and rolled on her side facing him so Dean drew her in the protective circle of his arms and fell asleep with her tight against him.
The rolling hills of Ohio gave way to the Appalachian Mountains of New York Vermont and New Hampshire before the Impala crossed into the state of Maine.
There's More To Maine!
The sign was blaring at every vehicle that crossed over almost bordering on annoying. Dean wasn't too fond of the state as the last time he had been there it snowed for a week straight trapping him inside with his dad and brother. Fortunately for them it was late summer and the weather was still agreeable to say the least.
Shaking his head, the hunter focused on the road turning off on US 1 and heading north. He looked down seeing Brooklyn had fallen asleep on his lap and Sam was still viewing and reviewing the files.
"Okay it says here that the last person to see it was a man named Jacques Panetierre. He fled France during World War II coming here to the United States. It also says he was a hunter and was entrusted to watch over the Sword until the next guardian arrived."
"The next guardian?"
"That's what it says Dean."
His brother shrugged his shoulders and delved back into his work.
Six hours later the Impala pulled into Fort Kent. The town was small and quaint reminding Sam of something from a Thomas Kinkaid painting or a Normal Rockwell drawing.
"Looks like Mayberry," Dean commented. The town had one hotel and they were the only guests.
"Evening, we'd like two rooms please?"
"Oui, monsieur" the girl behind the counter answered.
Dean looked over at Sam and Brooklyn dumbfounded.
"I thought we were in the good old United States."
"You are monsieur. But here in Northern Maine French is spoken as freely as English is," the girl smiled sweetly sliding two keys over to them. Dean snatched the keys up handing one to Sam.
"Thanks," Dean flashed a quick smile and gave a quick nod before turning to leave. Brooklyn found the scene amusing to say the least as she lightly chuckled.
"I miss something?"
"Hmmm? Oh no," Brooklyn quickly answered. "You seem to forget that English isn't the only language spoken in the US."
"Whatever," Dean sighed unlocking the door and letting her in.
"So what do you know about a Jacques Panetierre?"
"Well he was a well known hunter in France and England before World War II and sometime in 1945 he fled to the US."
"We know that Bobby."
"Well excuse me ya idjit. But my information is limited down here."
"Sorry I didn't mean to snap."
"Don't worry about it I know you're on edge with Brooklyn and this damn deal. Anyways there is a grandson that lives there so try him first."
"Right, thanks Bobby."
Dean looked over seeing Brooklyn checking her messages. She hadn't told Brady or Markus and wasn't sure how she could. Dean had watched her agonize over it, watching her pick up her phone only to dial nine numbers before hanging up. The hunter had done this little ritual for the last few nights thinking no one had seen her. But Dean had. He had spied her in the Impala with the phone in her trembling hands and tears rolling down her face as she struggled to call home. But Brooklyn couldn't do it as she found her finger freezing on the last digit refusing to push it down.
Brooklyn tried calling home once more only to find herself freezing and staring down at the last number. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips together as she managed to finally press down on the last digit. She waited with bated breath as the first ring made it through. Suddenly she heard someone picking up the receiver.
"Hello? Brook is that you? Brook?" Brady's voice echoed.
Brooklyn snapped the phone shut and hurled the phone on the bed. She was breathing hard as the first twinges of a migraine formed. Brooklyn gripped her temples feeling the pounding against her skull. The pain made her sensitive to light and sound causing the hunter to close her eyes and cover her ears blocking out all sounds except for the pounding of her head. Even with her eyes closed tight she could sense the light burning through her eyelids. It even hurt to inhale.
"Brook!" Dean was by her side.
"Dean….Help…." She managed to speak through gritted teeth. Her face was twisted visibly showing the unbearable suffering. Tears started running down her face as she sobbed into the bed.
Thinking fast Dean grabbed the bag finding the vial and a clean syringe. With the cap between his teeth, the hunter drew several cc's of morphine. Her screams and cries of pain rang clearly in his ears making Dean feel as if his heart was being ripped ruthlessly from his chest.
"Brook you need to roll over for me," Brooklyn struggled to turn over but summoned the strength to move on her back. Dean gently pulled her arm away fastening the tourniquet securely around her arm as the blue solid vein jumped from her skin. Dean slowly pushed the needle in her arm noticing Brooklyn didn't wince. Carefully he removed the rubber band and pushed the plunger watching its clear contents vanish and become absorbed by her waiting body.
All Dean could do was wait and hope her agony would end. He set the syringe aside and cradled her in his arms. They remained like that until 30 minutes later her body had relaxed and went limp in his embrace.
"How ya feeling?"
"The ringing in my ears finally quit and I don't feel like Matthew McConaughey's personal bongo set any longer."
Dean laughed lightly knowing his beloved was going to be fine.
"Feel like a nice hot shower?" He gently asked.
"Yeah, I do," her lips cracked into a thin smile.
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