A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's, so please don't sue me….Again thank you to all the readers for the support in this story!!!! All of it means the world to me!!!

The streets of Memphis were packed as it was a Saturday night on Beale Street. Dean had deliberately chosen the Southern city not just for its bars and killer barbeque. The hunter knew she loved the city and decided to bring her here.

They walked through the throngs of people keeping their hands locked tightly together. Dean could tell she was lost in the moment as her eyes were trained on one particular bar ahead of them.

The Tupelo stood nestled between two larger nosier bars suited for those who wanted a quiet place to have a beer and listen to what made Beale Street famous: Blues.

Dean had never seen his wife so at peace as they took a booth hidden in the back corner.

"Brook how did you know about this place?"

Brooklyn smiled and kissed her husband lightly on the lips. "Brady and I used to come here quite a bit when in the area. An old friend of mine plays here from time to time. His name's Caleb and yes he's a hunter. But he called me and said he was on a business trip."

Their beers arrived and Brooklyn tilted her head back savoring the ice cold offering. Dean noticed she was treating it like her last beer ever. But he held his tongue as she finished it off and ordered up another but this time ordering up a shot of whiskey and some of Tupelo's famous brisket to shoot.

Sam watched as she downed another Bud Light followed by a shot of whiskey. He worried she was going to hit rock bottom at the pace she was going but she seemed remain steady as she downed the heaping pile of smoked beef and bread without flinching an eye. The younger Winchester suspected she was celebrating tonight like it was one of the last days on Earth for her.

Dean was able to keep up with her matching her beer for beer and shot for shot. He was amazed how much she was packing away tonight as it wasn't like her at all.

"Brook, maybe you should slow down there a bit," Dean said with a sluggish hint to his voice.

"No way Jose! I am in total control," she responded with a slurred tone of her own keeping the bottle away from him.

"Maybe we should take this back to the room," Dean said suggestively while wagging his eyebrows.

"You're drunk Dean," she giggled taking another swig of beer.

"As are you Brooklyn," he leaned in sloppily kissing her while groping at her body beneath the table.

"Alright I don't think everyone here wants to see you two exhibitionists put on a show," Sam rolled his eyes.

"I think Sam's right," Dean's voice was deep and husky in Brooklyn's ear.

"Well then let's get the Hell outta here then cowboy," she licked his ear and bit the lobe knowing it was exciting him even more. His jeans were suddenly turning tight and uncomfortable to say the least and he was desperate to peel away the denim along with hers as well.

Unable to take much more of her hand running along the bulge in his jeans or the feel of her wet tongue lightly teasing him, Dean grabbed her hand and rushed out into the cool Tennessee night. Sam paid the tab and sighed before following them out.

They were pressed tightly together when they slipped in their room. As the door locked behind them the lovers jumped on one another ripping at denim and cotton. Lips and teeth collided hard scraping against the other as hands roamed and fondled hot bare flesh. Dean kissed her neck and shoulders while running his hands down the sides of her body and up her stomach. She groaned out in shock and pleasure at the feel of his calloused but gentle hands massaging her breasts and pinching at the hard erect buds.

He continued the sweet touches to her body as his rock hard cock rubbed against her bottom. The blood rushed through their bodies bringing forth the sexual need within each. Brooklyn moaned and grinded her hips against him hearing his grunts escape his lips.

Dean gripped her hips turning her around and taking her mouth hungrily within his. Placing his hands on the back of her thighs, he lifted her up carrying her towards the bed.

She landed on the soft mattress still wrapped around her lover as he pulled her down until they were locked together. Dean held her gently as he thrusted deep inside her. Brooklyn arched her back up hearing him exhale loudly at the change in her body.

"Damn baby you're on fire!" He growled before nipping on her neck and shoulders.

She laughed and tilted her head back exposing her neck for him. Her hands slid down his strong taut back tracing the muscles that lay beneath the scarred skin. Brooklyn bit down on her lip in a playful manner as her hands groped and massaged the tight globes of his ass.

Brooklyn groaned and slammed her hips harder against his feeling the tightening in her lower body. His cock rubbed along the tender bundle hidden deep inside making her vision to blurry and crooked.

"Dean….." She cried out burying her head in his shoulder.

He held her tight as she rode the rapid waves of release and sexual bliss. The contractions of her body milked him steadily bringing his own climax.

"Brook…." He moaned in her ear feeling his body explode inside her.

Brooklyn wrapped her legs around his waist keeping Dean deep within her. She didn't want him out not just yet for she wanted to revel in the thick heat inside. Though the alcohol was thick in her blood, the hunter knew her time was running out. It had been over a month since her failed attempt to kill Lilith and now she had less than seven months left.

Dean saw the hints of sorrow in her eyes knowing the deal was lingering in the back of her mind. He knew she wasn't ready to let him go and this was one way she was showing it.

"Don't ever let me go. Please?" Her beautiful eyes turned watery in an instant.

"Brooklyn Addison Winchester, I am never ever going to let you go. We are going to find a way to break this and when we do there's something I wanna do."

"What's that?" The booze was wearing off.

"I want a family, a real one."

"But what about hunting?"

"I thought about that and we can stay local."

"No more traveling and sleeping in motels that not even bed bugs would dare sleep in?"

"Nope, this time I mean it."

Brooklyn smiled at the notion and Dean saw the hope returning in her eyes again.

"You're sure?"

"Absolutely, Brook," he kissed her showing how much he meant every single word of it.

They remained tightly together falling asleep in one another's arms. Brooklyn fell asleep with a renewed sense of hope and determination as Dean dared to allow himself a little dream of what the future could be.

The demon stood outside waiting for the blissful couple to finally succumb to sleep. She opened her hand and softly chanted out a brief incantation.

"A gift from Lilith," she whispered as her eyes flashed silver then the rich sienna of her host.

"You think you can find Lilith, think again hunter as you will never succeed."

The demon turned and walked away blending in with the crowd as it flowed down Beale Street.

Okay I apologize for the late update but I finally felt the muse kicking it in high gear!!! What could Lilith possibly have "given" her?