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Everything changes in Denver for Brooklyn…

"Dean?" She repeated as she had heard some muffled sounds coming from his room. At first she thought he was in trouble but once she entered the room, she would get her answer soon enough.

There in the bed was Dean naked and not alone. On top of him was a blonde woman she thought looked familiar and realized it was the hostess from the diner she had stopped at on her way here. She stood there frozen as they remained unaware of her presence. They continued their sexual interlude as the blonde rode him like a bull in a rodeo. Dean was obviously enjoying it as she could see him bucking up to meet her hips.

"That's it, baby, work me over. Mmmmmm hmmmm…God you feel hot on me…"

Brooklyn felt her heart drop and smash into a million pieces. She had raced all the way to Denver for this!? To find the one she was in love with breaking her heart!? As they carried on, Brooklyn let a sharp gasp escape her lips. Dean jerked his head over seeing Brooklyn standing there with a look that would be forever burned in his memory. It was one of hurt, anger, shock and the feeling of betrayal rolled into one.

"Brooklyn!" Dean shouted as his eyes grew wide in horror and shock. He would never forget her face as he read it loud and clear. His blonde companion looked over at Brooklyn and snidely remarked "There's always room for one more, honey" as she pat the bed in a mocking manner.

"Why, Dean?" She whimpered as her eyes welled up and tears rolled down her face.

Dean pushed Heidi ho ho off him as he hurried to her not caring if he was naked.

"I…I…need to leave" she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Brook, wait! Brook, please!" Dean cried out after her as she rushed down the causeway and hurried down the stairs as her boots clanged against the steel steps. Her sobs now loud and continuous as she sprinted to her car. Her face covered with the tracks of her tears with more following as she got in her truck and slammed the door shut.

She sobbed uncontrollably as hiccups mixed in with her sobs. She slammed her hands into her steering wheel in anger and pain. How could she be so damn stupid?! She yelled out in pure anguish at feeling like such a fool. Her nose running as she kept sniffling. She continued crying as she rested her head on the steering wheel. She didn't realize that someone was there or rather an angel.

Castiel had witnessed the entire thing. How could Dean do that? She was ready to give him her entire being and this was how he repaid her. By cruelly ripping her heart out right in front of her by sleeping with that woman?!

"Brook…" he whispered wrapping his arms around her. She let her angel hold her as she balled and wailed into his shoulder. He just held her as she let it all out.

"I'm such a fool, Cas. I was ready to tell him that I was in love with him and wanted him and only him. Apparently he didn't want me after all. I guess maybe I was just a good fuck to him. Why did I let myself get so close again? I'm such an idiot thinking that I found someone to love and that they loved me unconditionally" she sobbed as her voice was riddled with anger and grief.

"No, Brook, you're not an idiot. Dean's the one who screwed up, not you. I don't think you're an idiot, Brook" Castiel said gently as Brooklyn leaned into him crying.

Dean hurried down the stairs in his jeans only. He had to stop her from leaving. He saw her truck and hurried across the parking lot not caring if the pavement and gravel was cutting at the soles of his feet. He couldn't lose her. Not again.

Brooklyn was still sobbing as she heard Dean's voice call out to her "Brook, please hear me out. It's not what you think it is…"

Brooklyn turned from her angel to face Dean. In the bright motel lot lights, he could see her face was splotchy and swollen from the hard crying she had been doing. Her eyes narrowed as she spoke:

"Save the bullshit excuses, Dean. It's exactly what I fucking think it is. You and the whore from the diner fucking. F-U-C-K-I-N-G! I hurried here to Denver to tell you that I had fallen completely in love with you and that I wanted only you. I was ready to give you my heart, body, and soul. I laid my life on the line for you, exposed my vulnerable side to you and for what?! THIS!? To find, you, the one I'm in love with and want to be with screwing a complete stranger?! How the Hell should I interpret it?! You tell me, Dean!" She said cold and harshly as Dean saw her beautiful grey eyes go cold. The same eyes that had shown him love and compassion so many times before.

For once, Dean Winchester was at a loss for words. She was right; he had no excuse for what he did. He had truly hurt her, the one that he had finally realized he was in love with. This was why Brooklyn wanted to meet him here; to tell him she had wanted him in every meaning of the word. He could feel her eyes on him as he looked at the ground.

Brooklyn had finally ceased sobbing as now her pain was replaced by anger. She had to go home and away from him. Seeing him made her ill all over at all the emotions she had spent over him. All of the kisses and touches and whispers of love and passion they shared now rang hollow and empty. She felt as if he had used her for sex and that he was only biding his time with her until someone else came whoring into his life.

"Brook, please, just stay and talk to me. You can't drive all the way back to Phoenix hurt. Just please let me talk. I do love you, Brooklyn and now I realized that I'm in love with you. Just please, stay" he pleaded with her as he let the tears fall down his face. Brooklyn sat there feeling her own tears welling back up and falling down.

Castiel reached over holding her hand within his offering some form of comfort for her. Brooklyn leaned back in her seat with her eyes closed and the tear falling unabated. Maybe she should have stayed in Phoenix. No, she should never have let her heart open back up because now she was paying dearly for such an action.

Slowly she opened her eyes and turned her head as she looked at Dean. She started crying again as she spoke:

"Maybe we should not be together anymore, Dean. I mean I gave you so many chances and I had finally given you my trust back after the whole Lazarus debacle. I was a fool to open up again. I'm sorry, Dean. I'm in love with you and always will be but I can't take it anymore. This was the last straw."

Dean stood there nodding as he knew it was over between them. He had let the best thing in his miserable life slip through his fingers. He leaned in to her truck window reaching his hand out to touch her face one more time. Brooklyn fought the urge to hold his hand in her own and instead let her tears do the talking for her. He had broken her and now he couldn't fix her. Dean leaned in closer pressing his lips to hers in one last kiss. Gently, he pulled away with tears in his sharp green eyes.

"Goodbye, Brooklyn. Goodbye, my angel."

She started her truck and slowly drove away with her angel. He watched as the taillights of the Avalanche disappeared into the night and from his life.

Brooklyn was still crying as she drove out of Denver. She had to go home. Castiel sat there looking at her as she drove with the tears still falling. Dean had truly broken her heart and now the angel was determined to help her pick up the pieces of that broken heart.

"Brook, you should stop for the night. Look, there are some places ahead. Please stop for the night. You're tired and angry." the seraph gently pleaded with her.

Brooklyn nodded in silence as she pulled into the nicest hotel in the group, the Holiday Inn Express. Castiel grabbed her bag for her as together they headed inside for the night. The room was warm and welcoming for her as she collapsed upon the bed draping her forearm over her eyes not wanting her angel to see the tears. Castiel sat beside her and gently pulled her arm back as he lifted her up and held her tight against his body. Brooklyn snaked her arms around his waist as he ran his fingers through her auburn hair comforting her as she once again started sobbing.

"It's ok, Brook. I'm here for you" Castiel whispered as he continued comforting his charge. As he sat there gently rocking her and comforting her, it finally dawned on him: He was in love with her. Love was the emotion that coursed through his veins when he thought of her and saw her. When she smiled at him and when they were in Santa Fe when they had shared those stolen moments. The energy they shared was love. He was finally able to put a name to the feelings he had for his charge. But it still broke his heart the manner to which she had wound up here. She was wounded by the one she had wanted to be with. Castiel had wanted to jump out and smite Dean or something close to it for what he did. He did not pull him from Hell just to have him fall back to his dirty tricks again. And especially when it involved someone like Brooklyn. She didn't deserve what he did to her. Granted she did share some serious kisses with him but it had not gone beyond that.

"Cas, will I ever find anyone who will love me unconditionally?" she whispered. Cas held her tighter to him when she asked him that. He hoped that he would be the one that would love her unconditionally someday and perhaps she would feel the same way. Seeing as she needed some serious relaxing, Castiel gently tilted her head up to meet his blue eyes.

"You should take a shower or bath and try to feel a little better" he suggested. She nodded absently as she got up and started stripping her clothing off in front of him. Quickly, she realized Castiel was in the room and got embarrassed before hustling in the bathroom and closing the door behind her. Leaning against the door, Brooklyn sank to the cold tile floor. She sat there naked and shivering all over as her body was racked with soft sobbing.

"Brook? Are you alright?" Castiel asked on the other side of the door. Quickly, she stood up and answered back "I'm ok, Cas. I was just getting ready to get in the shower right now" she said in an attempt to hide her sobs.

She hurriedly turned on the shower as hot as she would tolerate it and got in. She let the hot water run over and around her as she tried to block out all images of Dean and anything associated with him. She put her hands against the wall bracing herself as she stood in the shower not wanting to move. It felt strange not having anyone there with her. She had expected to have Dean behind her running his hands over her wet body and loving every moment of it. But no, she was alone. Again.

Brooklyn hung her head with sadness in her heart. Grief stricken, she turned off the water and dried her body off. Again it was strange not having anyone to dry her body away or not feeling soft tender lips upon her skin after it was dried. She fought back tears as she found clean sleep clothes on the sink for her. She felt touched at the gesture. She had momentarily forgotten about the dark haired and blue eyed angel in the next room. A small smiled tried to creep up on the corners of her mouth as she touched the faded ASU shirt.

Castiel had shed the tan jacked and dark blue suit coat beneath and was sitting shoeless on the bed. He was in deep thought or prayer as she stepped out of the bathroom. The angel opened his eyes as steam rolled across his skin. She looked better after her shower. He silently noted how her hair clung to her face when it was wet and how her sleep shirt and shorts clung to her small frame. Brooklyn averted her eyes from his as she put her dirty clothes in her hamper bag.

Brooklyn sat on the king sized bed next to her angel. She mindlessly turned on the TV and began flipping through the channels. She wasn't really paying attention to what was on as much as she was zoned out from the heartbreak she was enduring. She took a deep breath as she felt tired. She was shocked as with all the emotions and sensations that she had experienced in one night and in one rush. Castiel could see that she was getting tired and moved across and off the bed. He turned off the TV which plunged the room into an inky blackness with only the lights from the parking lot streaming through the gaps in the curtains.

The angel pulled back the covers for her then gently picked her up and put her back down. He pulled up the bedding over her and kissed her forehead before sitting in the chair. He could sleep in the chair and feel rested when he woke up. As he started to close his eyes, a small voice filled his ears.

"Cas? Cas, are you still here?" Brooklyn had asked in the dark. She heard the rustle of clothing and upholstery as he got up and seated himself next to her form.

"I'm still here, Brook. I won't leave you. Not now and not ever" he promised her. Brooklyn smiled in the dark at knowing at least he was there for her.

"I don't wanna sleep alone tonight, Cas" she said softly. Castiel knew what she was asking and he would be more than happy to do it. The angel undid the blue tie he wore along with the white shirt and slacks. He stood in his boxers as he slid in next to her hoping it didn't weird her out. To his surprise and relief, she moved her small form back against his larger one hungering for warmth.

The angel wrapped his arms around her to keep her close to him. He kissed her on the forehead and pressing his forehead to hers. His angelic presence was calming to Brooklyn as he felt her fall asleep in his arms.

You really should kick Dean's ass for that little stunt he pulled, Cas. I would have if I was in control but he's hurting enough as it is. Besides, you have Brooklyn and you finally realized that you are in love with her. Just go slow and be there for her and help her pick up the pieces.

"I know, Jason. Besides, she stole my heart the first day we met. She just doesn't know it yet" Castiel answered back as he fell asleep with his charge in his arms.

Next chap up soon!! Thanks again to everyone for reading and supporting this little story!