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Brooklyn learns where Sam is after much "persuasion"….
Brooklyn stood there with her hips planted firmly on her hands watching Samael squirm as the holy water and salt water blend do the job on the demon. Dean had left the room refusing to hear the screams and cries of Samael as it was Sam's voice that carried the echoes of pain and suffering through the abandoned warehouse. But the angel didn't care, she blocked out the sound of demon's screeching as she only saw her tormentor and rapist standing there before her bound by the silver chains and traps. A thief, a schemer, a manipulator and liar stood before her.
Samael shook off the pain gathering his composure as he fixed his black and yellow orbs on his one-time hostage and sex slave. "Oh, Brookie, sure it burned but you still won't learn where Sammy boy is. I'll never tell…" he said in a sing song manner. It reminded Brooklyn of the movie Don't Say A Word where that one girl kept saying that phrase over and over. She shook her head focusing on the next part of her plan. Keeping her grey eyes fixed on the demon, she grabbed the pentagram medallion off the table along with a serrated blade. Slowly she dipped the blade in the water blessing it with a short prayer then kissing it softly. A wicked smile crept up her mouth as she slowly turned around flicking her wrist as the light off the blade hit Samael square in the eyes.
Without saying a word, the angel plunged the knife deep within the demon's side until only the hilt was visible. Her grin grew wider as the red river spilled from his side and as he cursed at Brooklyn in several dead tongues. The tendons in his neck popped out as he breathed through gritted teeth. Leaving the divine weapon inside the demon, Brooklyn glanced at the cart scanning the various weapons that remained until her eyes landed on what she wanted. Gripping another dagger, she once again faced her demons hardening her stare at Samael.
"Remember when you were in the warehouse, Brookie and you were chained and naked? I do and rather fondly I might add…." He leered at the angel sensing her tense up slightly knowing the memory of that time flashed in her mind.
Her arms bound tight above her head as the rest of her body was broken and bloody. The demons had taken such pleasure in beating and tormenting the helpless hunter. Samael had watched with delight as her body and spirit continued to be broken and beaten to a pulp. The pain so intense and sharp Brooklyn could feel mind go dark as her body could take no more. She closed her eyes hanging her head as she could fight it no more. Samael was succeeding in what he had come to do.
The demon hovered around her running his fingers through the blood caked and drying to her skin. Brooklyn lacked the strength to jerk her head away and only stand there feeling the cold hungry fingers run lower down her body. Samael leaned in pressing his lips over hers tasting the hunter's blood sending shivers down his spine. He could taste the blood of Gabriel upon her freshly spilled blood driving the demon mad with need and a carnal lust. Samael stepped back closing his eyes then reopened them to see her fully healed. The firm toned body struggled against the manacles and chains as he leaned in inhaling her scent. Yellow and black orbs filled with an unholy desire ran up and down her body as strong hands unfastened her wrists gripping them tight.
"Get your foul skin away from me, demon," Brooklyn hissed. Samael snarled as his backhand struck her cheek leaving a rapidly forming angry welt. The rage built in the demon's eyes as he hurled her towards the floor shredding his clothes off and pinning his larger and stronger body against hers.
"You're mine, bitch, in every meaning of the word," Samael growled in a menacing tone pressing his mouth against her neck sucking and biting at her skin and running his hot tongue along her ear. Brooklyn cried out at his vile touch screaming for her angel. "Nobody can hear you, Brookie…" the tone in the demon's voice frightened the hunter as she felt him ruthlessly slam inside her. Brooklyn felt as if her body were on fire as the demon continued violating her body. Hot bitter tears ran down her face as she heard him grunting as he reached his climax exploding inside her. Brooklyn cried in agony as she felt him come wave after wave marking her as his. Samael looked down at her with a Cheshire cat like grin plastered on his face. She couldn't fight him as he took her mouth hard and rough within his.
"You're such a great fuck, Brookie. You may hate me now but soon you will think differently of me and you'll call me master and lover…"
"Never!" She cried out as the demon remained on top of her. Samael shook his head and merely laughed at Brooklyn as he reached over biting and licking her skin feeling the need rising once again. Brooklyn could only suffer in silence as the demon raped her once again….
Brooklyn snarled at Samael rushing in stabbing him with the knife. Samael hissed then looked up and laughed at his tormentor, "Kinda itches a little, Brookie."
The laughter caused then demon to cough up blood and spit it on the angel. Brooklyn looked at the crimson splotches turning to wipe away the tainted blood. "That wasn't very nice, Samael. Didn't your mother teach you any manners?" Samael lifted his hand giving her the finger. Brooklyn clocked the demon in the jaw then decked him on the other side to match the rapidly forming bruise on the right.
"Again, not nice, Samael," Brooklyn said coldly. She walked around the trap seeing it was still intact. Good, she thought as returned facing Samael. Eyes lowered down to the knife embedded in the stomach of the demon. Clenching the knife in her small hand, Brooklyn slowly turned the blade in a full circle feeling the blade wrapping itself around the entrails deep inside. She could see Samael beginning to break ever so slightly empowering her as she continued. Leaving the knife entwined inside, she grabbed the satchel containing the sea salt. Smirking at Samael, the angel reached inside pulling out a modest amount allowing it to slip through her fingers showing the demon what she had planned next.
"Better buckle up, Samael, I'm just getting warmed up," Samael could see the grey orbs turning blue green laced with a wildness to them that for the very first time made him uneasy.
Dean heard another round of screams and wails despite covering his ears and singing Metallica tunes as loud as his lungs would allow. A rush of wind brushed across the hunter's face as he looked up to find Gabriel standing there. The Archangel walked to the door observing Brooklyn's "progress" in making Samael talk. From the sounds of his pain and anguish it could be anytime. As he continued to watch he saw the way Brooklyn used the divine tools against the demon. The way she flicked her wrist half turn causing him to growl and snarl in pain or watching Samael cringe as she took the holy water and launched in his face. Even her actions had disturbed the Archangel to a point but Samael had been cold and calculating in his persecution of his daughter.
"You fucking bitch!" Gabriel heard Samael holler at Brooklyn as she filled his wounds with salt rubbing it in the demon's open flesh.
"And so be it the blood of the unholy shall spill at the hands of the divine," Gabriel whispered turning to see Dean still standing there with hands firmly over his ears. The Archangel felt pity for the hunter as he had been through so much. He knew he couldn't interfere with the plan but it didn't mean he couldn't help ease Dean's pain. Gabriel approached the hunter as the demon continued to thrash and howl in pain taking Dean within his embrace and vanishing in a rush of air.
Dean felt the warmth of the sun kiss his skin as he opened his eyes to find Gabriel standing there. His green eyes flashing compassion as he watched the hunter with his head tilted to one side.
"Angels, what is it with you guys and the head tilting?" Dean asked uncovering his ears and standing taller. Gabriel laughed softly at Dean's observation straightening his head upright.
"Even after 2,000 years we are still rather intrigued by humans, Dean. Your mannerisms are to be desired of course," he smirked at the hunter. Dean clenched his hands into tight fists fighting the urge to run up and deliver a right hook on the Archangel.
"And what the Hell's that supposed to mean, Gabe?"
"You and the pet names, Dean," Gabriel sighed rubbing his eyes in a human manner. The hunter smirked a little at the gesture. "I came here for a reason."
"And what excuse is it that has blessed me with your presence, Gabe?" Dean's voice reflected the irritation that shined in his emerald orbs. Gabriel stood face to face as his vessel was of the same height as the hunter. Dean's smart mouth was beginning to rub the Archangel the wrong way but still Gabriel kept a level head as he continued.
"You are to go with my daughter and rescue your brother. The orders are not of my own but from higher up and I do mean higher up, Dean."
"Lovely, just freaking lovely, Gabe! You come down here snatch my ass away to tell me that I have to go save my brother with Brook when we don't even know where Sammy is! Do the angels think I can tune into Angel TV and see just where my brother is?! Newsflash, Bernstein, but I wasn't tapped!"
Gabriel sadly shook his head and placed his hand on Dean's shoulder seeing him ease up slightly.
"This is your problem, Dean, you have no faith."
"You know Cas told me that the first time I met him. I seem to think that's your motto up there," Dean narrowed his eyes at the Archangel earning a soft chuckle from him.
"Dean, when you prayed that night that Sam and Lilith were supposed to sleep together that was a sign of faith. You do have faith, Dean Winchester, but you refuse to see the forest through the trees," the Archangel's tone was took on more a gentler more fatherly tone that made Dean think of his father in better times before that night in Lawrence…
As Gabriel continued talking with Dean, Brooklyn had broken the demon further. She shoved the medallion inside his other side letting it sit and sear his flesh. Blood boiled and hissed as the smell of burning muscle and tissue filled the air. Brooklyn ignored the pungent smell focusing on making the bastard talk.
"Had enough, Samael, or do you wanna go another round?" When the demon doesn't answer right away Brooklyn backhands the demon in the same manner he had abused her. Feeling a sudden rush of anger taking control, Brooklyn unfurled her dark deadly wings feeling her true form begin to surface. Samael could see the faint hints of the heavenly light creeping up reflecting in her blue green depths. Samael felt the pure light of innocence and love tickle his skin burning him where it landed. He screamed an unholy scream as her form began to radiate and fill the room.
"NOOOOOO! He's in Hell! Lucifer has him!" Samael spat out writhing in a deeper pain. Brooklyn suppressed her true form back within her soul and her eyes returned to a cool slate hue. She smiled victoriously knowing she had won. She sauntered up to the demon stroking his face healing the skin as she ran her fingers along the injured tissue and skin.
"You know I could've just done that off the bat but it was much more fun watching you suffer and wallow in agony the same way I did you sick bastard," she harshly whispered in his ear. As she pulled away she kissed his cheek feeling him twitch at her touch. Samael wasn't about to let the angel have the last word. As she turned and walked away he hashed out words that would open some old wounds…
"You know that night you were in Denver when you walked in on Dean fucking that blonde? You wanna know a little secret, Brookie? He wanted you in every meaning of the word, he was ready to commit fully to you, you know. It was sickeningly sweet the way he had it all planned out. When we got back to Phoenix he was going to have the talk with Markus. Yeah, that's right, baby, Dean truly loved you and he still does. Don't deny it; you still want him back in your arms and bed. I can see it in the way you two act when you're alone together."
Brooklyn spun around deliver one last blow to Samael hearing the sound bones cracking against her fist.
"You bastard…You manipulated Dean? You set him up?!" Brooklyn covered her hand with her mouth running away as Samael laughed through the blood. The tears stinging as they fell down her face as the demon's words rang in her ear. She wouldn't believe him if not for Dean writing that letter in Phoenix saying the exact same thing. She felt as if a knife had ripped open her heart releasing the old wounds upon her soul.
She sat in the corner in a ball rocking herself as she fought to make meaning of Samael's taunts.
Gabriel began to feel anxious as his daughter had not come out yet. Dean could see the worry in his face as he kept his eyes trained on the door.
"Something's wrong, Brooklyn has not returned yet."
"I'll go find out, Gabe," Dean said starting towards the building. Gabriel watched as the hunter entered the building. A presence behind him made the Archangel turn to find Castiel standing there. Gabriel noted the sorrow filled blue depths as Castiel looked past him at at the building.
"Something's wrong, Gabriel, I could feel Brook's anguish and pain. Where is she?" He looked to the Archangel for answers only to see empty green eyes greet him.
"Dean went inside to find her. Brooklyn was forcing Samael to reveal where Sam is and then I could feel something was very wrong, Castiel."
Castiel winced at the mention of his friend's name. He felt horrid for what he did to Dean but Gabriel had caught him just before Dean could deliver another blow. The images of the fight between them still fresh in his mind. Samael had used some seriously dark magic to manipulate the angel causing the brawl that ensued. Gabriel also knew Castiel had wanted to apologize to Dean for what he did despite it being the work of Samael.
Dean rushed down the steps looking to the left then right listening for anything. He jerked his head to the right hearing what sounded like soft sobbing. Dean sprinted down the dimly lit hallway hearing the sobs grow stronger and more feminine.
"Brook?" Dean came upon the angel wrapped up in her wings sobbing softly. "Oh, Brook, what's wrong?" He gently pushed away the silky soft wings cupping her face in his hands seeing red bloodshot eyes looking back up at him.
"Dean…" panic stricken she bolted from his touch backing herself into a corner. Her wings still outstretched making her look like a caged animal.
"Brooklyn? What's wrong? Why are you acting like this? Did Samael do something to you?" his voice turned harder at the last statement. Brooklyn stood there flattening her body against the wall.
"Sam's in Hell. Lucifer has him," she whispered. Dean moved in placing a hand on each side of her effectively blocking her in.
"Brooklyn, what is wrong?" Having to know for herself, she grabbed his face crashing her mouth against hers feeling him deepening the kiss as she felt her body respond to the full hot lips. Panic rushed over her as she pulled back breathing hard.
"Samael was right…" she gasped.
"Right about what, Brook?" Castiel's gentle voice broke the tension replacing the panic with love and relief. "Cas!" She cried out crashing in his waiting arms. Castiel could feel her shaking in his embrace causing the angel to worry about her.
"Dean, listen, I wanted to apologize for what happened," Castiel said with remorse and hurt.
"Cas, it's cool. Gabriel told me what happened. And speaking of which we know where Sammy is, Lucifer has him in Hell."
Castiel looked down at his angel feeling the exhaustion and fatigue her body was emitting. The road ahead was about to get more difficult….
I know I know this is getting more and more nuts! As I said before lots of angst, violence and sex! Reviews are great and thanks to those who are reading and reviewing!!!!!
