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The ticking time bomb inside of Brooklyn gets closer to exploding as she begins to feel some of its effects surface….

The chest pains racked her body non-stop as she writhed in agony. Brooklyn fought to restrain the pain as she clutched her chest praying the torment would stop. Her jaw clenched tightly to the point her teeth were grinding into one another producing a gritty grinding sound. It was a challenge to breathe without tears falling down her face. She knew Castiel was feeling the pain as his own but had yet to see her angel appear. She lay on the bed curled up in a ball trying to ride out the onslaught of agonizing pain that shot through her chest. It was a thousand knives stabbing her over and over in sync. It felt as if the pain would never end and that she would be damned to endure the never-ending torment that was burning bright. But just as fast as the pains appeared they vanished just as rapidly. Brooklyn dared to unfold from the ball she had formed with her body. Slowly she unfolded one leg waiting for the pain to return. When it did not she unfolded the other leg with no difficulty. Sitting up she took a much needed long deep breath followed by an exhale. Where had those pains come from? She stood up off her bed and headed towards the kitchen. Searching the cabinets she found some of that licorice root tea and a mug. Putting on the kettle she went to sit down losing herself in her thoughts. The chest pains had come out of nowhere with such intensity that she was crying and screaming for the pain to end.

The whistling of the tea kettle broke her from her thoughts. Jumping up she turned off the stove then poured the boiling water in the mug. After pulling her tea bag out, Brooklyn popped some bread in for toast and sat back down. Taking a sip she heard the bread pop up and went to tend to her meager lunch. She ate out of necessity rather than out of want. She remained tense in apprehension of the chest pains returning. She was finally beginning to feel well enough that she could eat solid food and keep it down. She had a follow up with Dr. Teague that week and would be happy to report that her virus was getting its ass kicked out of her system. But now her new worry was the chest pains. Maybe they were just a fluke but something told her otherwise. She would ask when she went back but for now she would just let it slide. She had bigger things to worry about.

Samael had made himself known to her once again the day before last. Cas and Brooklyn had encountered the Boy King while in Tombstone. They were called down there in response to reports of a spirit that had been assaulting visitors to the Bird Cage. Victims recalled seeing a woman in period dress that resembled a show hall girl or prostitute. When the spirit was sighted the person or persons would feel a violent force thrust them backwards causing them to slam against the wall. Most sightings were in the main dance hall where performances blended with around the clock poker games.

It was after hours when Cas and Brooklyn had entered the dance hall now a museum armed with rock salt, two shot guns with salt filled bullets, two handguns with similar bullets and of course the Colt. Brooklyn had the itch to get out since she had been feeling better and begged Markus to let her go on this one. He had relented telling her that Castiel was going with her to which she happily agreed to.

Now here they were here in complete darkness anticipating the spirit's first move. The EMF meter's needle beginning to edge upward slowly at first then shooting to the other side going off the charts. The smell of cigar and cigarette smoke still lingered and the echoes of the dancers can be heard in the distance along with the sound of a piano's keys being tickled. She knew that the Bird Cage had multiple entities trapped roaming the halls but the one they wanted decided to materialize. She appeared to be a prostitute that suffered an untimely and violent death. Probably by a faceless John that had one too many and got too rough with the girl. Her face was twisted in anger and rage as she faced down the hunter and angel. She had to be no more than 18 years old with her youthful and once angelic looking face. Her neck bent at an unnatural angle indicating the means of her death. Brooklyn had replaced the meter with a handgun aimed directly at the spirit. Immediately the ghost lunged at the duo her skirts ruffling in silence as she closed the gap between her and the hunters. Brooklyn kept steady as her aim remained unwavering focused directly at the moving target. With one pull of the trigger the salt filled bullet hit the angry specter in the heart causing her to explode and vanish. It bought them some time.

"We need to move, Cas. She is gonna be one pissed off bitch when she returns" the angel nodded grabbing a handgun and checking it. She had taught her angel how to use the firearms in her artillery and he proved to be a fast learner. Brooklyn proved right as the spirit appeared angrier at being pumped full of rock salt. They both aimed and fired at the charging ghost. They stopped her in their tracks but as the ghost was vanquished for a second time an unwelcomed visitor came within their sights. The Boy King stood behind where the ghost once stood. His eyes flashing bright yellow as he stared at the pair. A sinister grin crossing his face as he addressed Cas and Brook.

"Well if it isn't Angel Boy and his human lover…So nice to see you two again."

"Can't say the same about you, Samael" Brooklyn responded as her hand reached for the Colt ready to use. Samael chuckled at her gesture. She knew by the time she had it cocked he would be gone. "Your hollow threat doesn't scare me, Brookie. By the way have you addressed any matters of the heart to Cas?" She knew he was speaking about her heart and the pains she had been having. Brooklyn merely narrowed her eyes at the demon, hand clenched tight around the Colt. She could feel the fury rising within her. Castiel placed a steady hand on her shoulder.

"Brook, he is goading you. He wants you to lose focus, let your emotions dictate your actions. Do not let him do that to you. You are much stronger than that."

Samael tilted his head and repeated the angel's words in a mocking manner as he crossed his arms with smugness in his smile. His eyes darted to Brooklyn. She felt nothing but disgust as he licked his lips and eyed her in the same manner he had when she was his hostage. He saw fear flicker in those grey orbs but then just as fast it was gone. Castiel, sensing the threat, stood in front of Brooklyn protecting her from the demon. His sapphire blue orbs hardening and narrowing at the Boy King as he continued his silent taunts with his body and eyes.

"Whatever you are thinking, Samael, that is as far as it is going to go. You are not going to get the chance to lay your hands on her again" Castiel reaffirmed the warning by expanding out the dark wings from behind him. Samael rolled his eyes and twirled his finger.

"You think you have her all protected and safe, Castiel, mark my words. You will not be able to save her when she needs you the most. You will live with the guilt knowing that you were unable to keep her safe when she was most vulnerable" he hissed as he stepped forward. Castiel tensed up ready to fight the demon. Samael waved a hand tossing the angel out of the way.

"Cas!" Brooklyn cried out as he landed against the wall. Samael stepped in front of her way. He grabbed her face with his hands. She struggled to break away from his grasp. He tightened his grip as he lowered his face until his lips were in front of hers. Brooklyn's face turned red from the vise like grip he held on her.

"Not so fast, Brookie. I mean what I say when I told you soon, you will be back with me and you will stay" He swept in pressing her lips against his. Her screams muffled by the embrace he had her in. He quickly pulled back his grin wide.

Castiel stood up to see Samael make his promise and seal it with his demonic lips. The angel charged at the demon grabbing him by collar of his shirt pinning him against the wall.

"You will stay away from her. For I am not the only one that will make good on this promise" Castiel's eyes went dark almost black as he pushed the demon higher on the wall. Samael laughed at the angel flashing his yellow orbs once again at the seraph.

"You can't stop me Angel Boy! You won't be able to protect her all the time. Not even that insipid Gabriel will able to do anything. She will be ours and there won't be a god damn thing you will be able to do about it!" And with that he was gone leaving Cas with his arms holding up air with his fists. He lowered his arms as he spun around seeing Brooklyn shaken and angry. She was wiping her lips in hopes of removing the taste of the demon from her. His blue orbs softened when he approached her. Brooklyn collapsed in his arms sighing deeply into his chest. Cas held her and lead her back outside to the truck and back to the hotel. She needed some TLC and he was going to give all that he could. It was then that the first pangs were felt in her chest.

She had not told Cas about the chest pains when they were in Tombstone since they were minute and passed within seconds. It was probably nothing since she had pains that came and went with no problems in the past. She didn't give them an afterthought as they went back to the hotel.

As she sat at the table finishing her tea and toast she began looking up online news sites for any unusual stories or articles that would indicate something other worldly. She continued scanning the sites for anything only to come up empty handed. Sighing she slammed the laptop shut and headed to take a much needed shower. It was only after the pains passed she noticed she was covered in beads of sweat which was probably her body reacting to the chest pains. Stripping down she stared at the reflection that stared back at her. You gotta get yourself together, Brook, she said to herself as she turned on the water and stepped in. She let the steady flow wash over her as she inhaled the steam in the hopes of easing her chest. She was hoping in vain as the first wave of pain hit suddenly with terrible accuracy. She clutched her chest unable to scream. Dizziness overcame her as she had to sit or risk slipping and having worse happen. Bracing herself she eased her body on the floor of the tub continuing to grip her chest tight. She struggled for breath as the agonizing contractions in her chest cut off her airway. She couldn't stand up as the room continued to spin. As she fought for air a wheezing sound rose from her lungs with each breath she attempted to take. The room was getting dark as her head pounded in sync with her chest and dizziness. The last sound she heard was her angel's voice calling out to her in a panicked tone.

Brooklyn came to several hours later. Her pains gone and she found herself able to breathe easily. Turning her head she saw Brady and Cas sitting by her bedside looking as if they had held a vigil. Sitting up her blanket slid down revealing she was naked beneath. But she didn't care as she straightened up. Brady lifted his head seeing she was awake and wrapped his arms around her.

"We thought we lost you! Cas found you in the shower incoherent and rolled up in the fetal position. What happened?!" His eyes welled up seeing she was ok.

"Brady, I can't say what happened to me. All I remember was eating then taking a shower then blacking out. And now I'm here with two worried faces looking at me as if I had come back from the dead."

Castiel grabbed her hand and stroked her face as he pressed his forehead to hers. "We did think we lost you. When I found you, you did not respond to me and you were lifeless in my arms when I carried you from the shower. Brook, what is wrong? Before I arrived I had a distinct pain in my chest that felt like fire burned inside me. What is going on?" she tried to look away but her angel held her face in his hand not giving her the chance to dodge his questioning eyes. She tried to fight it but realized it was for naught. Taking a long deep breath, she met his sad blue eyes as she began to explain to Brady and her Cas about the pains and the dream about Samael…

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