A/N: I don't own anyone except for my OC's but I can dream though right?
A/N: Thank you everyone who has reviewed and supported this story as it unfolds! I do want to apologize for the brutality Quinn is showing to Brooklyn. But he is a dick though.
Dean felt the pain slowly subside allowing him to sit up in the seat. He looked around seeing the cars had left leaving one semi. The sun had started lowering in the sky.
As he sat there rubbing his eyes, his phone went off.
"Yeah."
"Dean, it's Sam. Hey Bella's beginning to wake up."
"Thank goodness," he breathed.
Sam hesitated before asking, "Have you found Brooklyn?"
"No I haven't reached Des Moines yet. But I know she's hurt bad. Her pain is my pain now."
"That bastard," Sam growled.
"Listen I need to get moving. Keep me posted about Bella."
"You don't have to tell me twice."
Dean and Sam said their respective goodbyes and hung up. Sam knew Dean was harboring cold rage towards Quinn now that he had hurt her. He didn't want to be around when Dean unleashed his rage.
The Impala headed west once again. Dean could no longer feel any pain but he knew it wouldn't last. He feared she would be so badly hurt she wouldn't want him touching her again.
"Just hold on Brook," he whispered to himself hoping she could hear him.
Brooklyn felt the sorrow in Dean's soul knowing it was because of Quinn. She couldn't let the son of a bitch break her. No!
Quinn turned her head seeing the slate pools hard and cold as they focused on him. He saw the large yellowish purple bruise on the side of her face. Brooklyn winced and pulled away when his fingertips touched the swollen tender site.
"Get away," she said weakly. Quinn shook his head.
"Sorry no can do, Brooklyn. You see I have taken an interest in you and I'm not going to let you go."
The fear flashed in her eyes at his words.
"Dean will stop you, Quinn."
"Oh such the drama queen you are! I know you two are bound by blood and all that other crap. But that isn't going to stop me from my plans."
Brooklyn kept her cold stare fixed on the vampire as the sickening feeling began to resurface.
"As I said I have an interest in you. A rather heated interest in you hunter. Since Brennan destroyed me centuries ago, I am going to return the favor."
"And how's that now?"
Quinn thrusted his face within inches of her revealing the perfect deadly canines sensing the hunter was figuring it out.
"NO!" She shouted struggling against her restraints.
"Oh but yes. What better way to destroy him than by siring you? You would be my perfect mate and vampires mate for life."
Brooklyn was trapped unable to break free from the vampire as he had her pinned beneath him. She knew he had her right where he wanted her.
"I think I'll go slow. I wanna enjoy every single second of this."
"Dean!" She cried out feeling the tears spilling down her face.
"Shhhh this won't hurt much. Once you're turned you will come to call me lover," he whispered in her ear.
Brooklyn could only sob as Quinn slowly took her and covered her mouth with his.
Dean's hands trembled against the steering wheel not noticing his knuckles turning white. He was 50 miles from Des Moines and the pain had returned with a vengeance. His eyes flickered with rage and his jaw clenched tight until it hurt.
"Quinn when I get my hands on you you'll regret the day you turned me."
The speedometer read 70 as he pushed on.
The vampire lay on top of the hunter listening to her heart pounding in her chest. Soon that heart would be silent.
Brooklyn kept her eyes closed hoping Dean could hear her silent pleas. She didn't care if Quinn saw her tears as they continued falling unabated. The hunter prayed he would find her soon before Quinn could succeed in turning her. If any vampire was to turn her she wanted Dean to be the one to sire her.
The vampire looked up seeing the tracks of her tears. He knew he was defying the Elders by wanting to sire her despite the blood bond between her and Dean. But he didn't care. Quinn wanted her for himself, her scent and aura just too damn powerful to let go.
Brooklyn shuddered at the faint pressure of fangs against her skin as Quinn's lips tasted her skin. The vampire felt her shiver which encouraged him even more. The hunter squeezed her eyes shut blocking out the sight of the vampire nipping at her neck shoulders and collarbone.
"Stop…" she weakly pleaded with him. Quinn cruelly laughed at her pulling away from her.
"Why should I? I think deep down you secretly love this. You love the feel of me inside you fucking you…"
"Lies! I hate you!" She fired back jerking her body up as high as she could off the bed. Quinn roughly shoved her back down feeling his cock swell at the pleasure of dominating the hunter. The need raging through his body. The need to take her again and again until her spirit was broken.
Quinn roughly parted her legs slamming hard inside her hearing the cries of pain escaping her lips. The pain and trauma was too much for her to take as Brooklyn felt her world turn black and heavy.
Dean grabbed his cell phone punching in the all too familiar numbers waiting for someone to answer on the other end.
"It's me. I need you to meet me at the safe house in Des Moines. Quinn found me."
"Oh shit," the voice responded.
"It gets worse. I found the other half of my soul and he has her."
"Say no more, Dean. I'm on my way now."
Dean snapped the phone shut seeing he was now 40 miles from Des Moines.
With every mile behind him, Dean could feel her pain turning sharper and stronger. His lower body ached as he knew what the bastard had done.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Her throat and lips were dry causing her to lick her parched mouth and swallow with what little saliva lingered in her throat. Quinn had left leaving her covered in sweat blood and semen. The pain was blinding between her legs causing her to leave them parted.
Brooklyn's thought traveled to Dean desperate to reach out to him let him know she was still alive but hurt. She longed to have his arms around her making her safe and protected.
"Please find me," she whispered before losing consciousness.
I'm coming Brooklyn. I can hear your soul crying out for me and I will find you. I love you….
Please hurry I don't know how much longer I can hang on…..
No! Don't you give up on me now!
Just please find me, Dean. I love you too….
Their connection was severed.
Dean could feel and hear the weakness in their connection. Brooklyn was losing the battle with each passing minute.
The sign read 30 miles.
Brooklyn felt her eyes open again this time Quinn was back. Her sharp eyes followed the vampire watching him gather some towels and other items before stepping out again. The stench of sex and sweat filled her nostrils causing her stomach to turn knots.
The sound of approaching steps alerted her to Quinn's return. The vampire was dressed in a pair of cargo pants with nothing else on. He leisurely strolled up to the hunter sitting down beside her. Silently he undid her restraints freeing her briefly as the leather straps were replaced by a pair of handcuffs. Despite the shiny new bracelets, she was secretly happy to be standing.
Without saying a word, Quinn tugged at her arm pulling bordering on dragging her down the hallway. The vampire flicked on the light brightening the modest bathroom. Brooklyn felt her body being moved again this time being led in the shower. The hot steady streams were a welcome relief to her sore muscles and body.
She hoped she would get to be alone but to her dismay she wouldn't get the chance. Her heart dropped when the glass door opened and the vampire joined her. She felt the hard violet depths trained on her naked wet body which made her blood turn cold in her veins.
He pushed her beneath the water ensuring she was soaked all over before he got started. Quinn left her there to grab the cloth and body wash. Pinning her arms above her head, he started cleaning her body washing away the sweat and sex.
"Why are you doing this?"
Quinn turned her around forcing her to look at him.
"Tonight you're mine," he growled.
Brooklyn tried to get away forgetting there was only one door which Quinn was blocking. The vampire grabbed her cuffed wrists and slammed her against the wall.
"You're not going anywhere, hunter. When Brennan arrives he's going to be in for a rather rude awakening."
Dean saw the lights of downtown Des Moines relieved at the sight. He headed south along the bypass towards the residential area of town. He knew Ash would be there waiting for him. Despite being a vampire, Dean had made important connections with a few hunters and Ash was one of them.
He eased the Impala off the interstate turning west towards the grouping of subdivisions and older houses. Dean slowed down not wishing to draw the attention of the local authorities as he slowly turned down the street lined with older houses.
The porch light was on indicating Ash was there and waiting.
Dean killed the engine as Ash stepped out on the porch. The vampire got a good look at his friend seeing the hunter had not changed one bit. The same mullet and clothing as before.
"Dean, hey you made it."
"Yeah I did, Ash."
The hunter could see the vampire was agitated to say the least.
"Alright well come on in. I have coffee waiting among other things."
"You're a good man, Ash."
Together they hurried in the house.
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