A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…..Though I wished I owned the guys….*sighs*
"So lemme get this straight? Gabriel, as in the archangel and your father, is lost in space?"
"No, not quite Sam," Brooklyn took another drink of her coffee, "You see angels can communicate by other means besides normal methods."
"So he used his Shinning," Dean quipped. Brooklyn nodded.
"You could call it that. Anyways he's in distress but I don't know where he is."
Dean reached out taking her hand and squeezed it tight. Brooklyn leaned into him and closed her eyes right as the waitress arrived with their food. Dean and Sam watched as she picked around the eggs and bacon as they started going cold.
"Brook if you don't eat that…." Dean shook his fork at her.
"M' sorry Dean but I'm just not hungry. My father's out there alone and possibly hurt and I can't do a damn thing about it."
"Well maybe Cas knows something," Sam offered.
"Like what? I haven't seen him in about two days," Brooklyn slumped in her seat. Dean was still upset with the angel for not telling him what he knew and wasn't so sure if he was ready to face the seraph again.
"I'm sure he'll pop up if a Seal's threatening to be broken," Dean grumbled before shoveling a forkful of pancakes in his mouth.
Castiel was waiting for them when they entered their hotel room. At first Sam didn't recognize him and drew his gun on him before his brain registered the angel's presence.
"Oh sorry Cas," Sam placed his gun back in its hiding place.
"It is alright Sam," the angel said quietly. Brooklyn and Dean stepped in seeing the seraph standing in the middle of the room.
"Cas," Brooklyn started towards him but stopped as Castiel instead approached her.
"Alistair is here," the hunter felt her blood froze.
"No," she whispered and shook her head refusing to acknowledge the angel's words.
"But he is and he's searching for something."
"What?" Sam was already thinking of calling for Tom.
"That we don't know but what we do know is he isn't alone. Several other demons have joined him as well."
Dean shifted his eyes to Brooklyn noticing she was shaking like a leaf.
"Where is he?" Brooklyn asked.
"He's cloaked our methods which is why I'm here. We need your help in tracking him down."
"Oh so you need her help?" Dean shielded her body from Castiel. The angel narrowed his brilliant sapphire eyes slightly and stepped closer into his personal space.
"You don't seem to understand Dean. Alistair is one of Hell's most powerful and dangerous demons. Brooklyn is the only one who can find him."
"What do you mean only one who can find him? Care to elaborate a little bit for the rest of us?"
"Dean," Brooklyn placed a hand on his back, "Alistair was the one who tortured me in Hell remember?"
The hunter turned around seeing the pain flashing in her eyes. He wasn't getting a good vibe about any of this and wasn't about to keep his feeling hidden on the matter.
"Brook I know that bastard was the one who tortured you in the Pit but my gut instinct is telling me this, this isn't the greatest of ideas.
Brooklyn looked down and around the room knowing what Castiel needed her to do but it also meant facing the one who made her a monster down there.
"Cas you don't know what you're asking of me," Brooklyn lifted her eyes revealing her misgivings and uneasiness about it.
"I know Brook and I wouldn't ask this of you but we have to find him before he succeeds."
She swallowed hard and punched the wall hard with her fist several times. Dean quickly caught her wrist before another blow could be delivered. The hunter spun her around and gathered her in his arms.
"No Cas," Dean shook his head at the angel, "Not this time."
"Oh yes she will," Dean and Sam looked to right where Uriel now stood.
"Oh great if it isn't Chuckles," the older brother growled. Sam positioned himself in front of Dean and Brooklyn.
"What do you want?" Sam demanded coldly.
"Alistair's running around free and yet you refuse an order."
"Order!? She's not one of you, a mindless dick," Sam fired back. His jaw tightened and fists clenched which only caused Uriel to laugh.
"This doesn't concern you Sam Winchester," Uriel crossed the room and brushed rudely by Sam focused on the red haired hunter.
"You will help us find Alistair or….."
"Or what?" Brooklyn snarled feeling the darkness pushing through.
"You go back," Dean stood before Uriel angered at the angel's threat.
"Now you listen asshat, just who the Hell do you think you are barging in here and barking orders!?"
Uriel's eyes narrowed as Dean felt a cold chill run down his spine. The hunter looked over to Cas who could only stand there and look away.
"She will help or I will make good on my threat," the angel was gone. Brooklyn looked over at Castiel whose shoulders were slumped and a defeated expression was on his face.
"Cas why didn't you say something?"
"My superiors have been questioning my loyalties. They feel I've been getting too close to my charge, you," the angel looked up, "They feel I've begun to express emotions, doorways to doubt. This can impair my judgment."
"So that's why Junkless has you on a leash then," Dean put two and two together.
Castiel could only solemnly nod his head at the hunters.
"Uriel is now a higher pay grade than you because you actually showed a hint of human emotions?"
"That is correct Sam," Castiel sighed.
Brooklyn couldn't but to feel sympathy for the angel. He had broken rank and confessed he had doubts and had started to feel what humans do and as a result had been demoted. She paced around the room as the fierce battle raged within her soul. Brooklyn knew it was the right thing to find Alistair and stop him but then again she was being used as a fucking pawn by the heartless dick angels.
Castiel felt eh gentle pressure on his shoulder as Brooklyn was standing behind him. A sad smile traced her lips darkening her beautiful features. He couldn't but help to feel something for her but didn't know what the specific emption was.
"I'm only doing this for you Cas, not because the angels want me to."
The seraph nodded and forced a weak smile upon his lips.
"Alright come on man just give me a chance to win it all back?" Sam took a swig of beer.
"It's your cash man," his opponent replied while shaking his head. Brooklyn was seated at the bar watching as her husband and brother in law pulled off another hustling scheme for money.
"Excuse me? My brother's a little sauced to be making bets," Dean approached the pair.
"Hey he insisted," the man replied.
"Yeah but you've already taken what two bills off him? I'm just saying….."
"Shut up Dean!" Sam shouted, "I'm fine."
"No you're not fine, you're drunk," Dean argued back.
"Let's make it five hundred," Sam finished off the beer and smirked at his brother behind the man's back.
"Five hundred? Sure!" The unsuspecting man smiled thinking he was about to make some easy cash and watched as Sam slammed down the money. The man racked up the balls and gestured for Sam to make the first break. His smiled faded into an expression of confusion as Sam made a clean break.
Brooklyn watched chuckling to herself as the guys pulled off yet another scheme.
"I see the guys are up to their old tricks," Brooklyn nearly sprayed her beer onto the bartender as Tom appeared beside her. The demon appeared to be at ease with his back against the bar and arms resting on the edge..
"You got a lot of nerve being near me right now," she said in an angry tone.
"Look I just have some info and I'll be gone," the demon looked over at the hunter.
"What info?" Sam walked up with Dean right behind him. The older brother was less than pleased to see Tom anywhere near Brooklyn.
"I'm hearing a few whispers," Tom answered.
"Oooooh great, demon whisperers, that's reliable," Dean replied irritably.
"Stuff it short bus I wasn't talking to you. I know where Alistair is heading. Yesterday a girl named Anna Milton escaped the funny farm. The demons seem pretty keen on finding her and Alistair's joined in on the little scavenger hunt."
"Why? Who is she?" Sam was the only one really interested in the news.
"Dunno," Tom shrugged his shoulders, "But I'm thinking she's pretty damn important for Alistair to be in the chase and since the orders are to capture her alive. I'm just giving you guys a heads up here and suggest you three find her before Alistair hooks his claws into her."
Brooklyn glared at the demon but Sam continued questioning him.
"Does this hospital have a name?" he asked as Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Actually we're working a case but thanks," He said smugly. Brooklyn knew that was a load of bull.
"Really and what case might that be?" Tom raised an eyebrow.
"Uh we've got leads, big leads," he grinned.
"Ooh sounds dangerous," Tom fired back.
"Well you know what Tom? You pop up here with some vague information over some girl that may or may not even exist," Brooklyn stood up and Tom noticed her eyes turning black.
"Fine you know what I'm done here! I told you so I'm gone," Tom brushed by Brooklyn and Dean but Sam grabbed his arm stopping his retreat.
"Tom what's the name of the hospital?"
Brooklyn just looked at Sam before she stepped in her hotel room. The younger brother stood there as she shook her head and crossed the threshold. Dean looked at his brother.
"What?"
"What? What? You're taking the word of a demon Sam. For all we know this Anna chick could be made up and this being a trap. In case you forgot this demon Alistair is out on the loose and Brook's terrified of him yet she's willing to help track him down for Cas."
"I didn't forget Dean but in case you forgot we've driven for a lot less than this. I'll call this Somerville Asylum and then call the local police alright?"
"Fine whatever," Dean turned in for the night leaving Sam out in the night alone.
Brooklyn was shaking all over when Dean returned. She didn't want to face the one who made her a monster but knew if she didn't do something Alistair would find her instead.
"I don't wanna do this Dean," Brooklyn looked up at him as she started to wring her hands over and over.
"Then don't," he pulled her hands away from her face and sat down with her.
"But if I don't Alistair won't stop with just this Anna person. He'll hunt us down Dean."
Dean knew she was caught between a rock and a hard place as either side had thrown a target on her back. But the hunter was determined to keep her safe. Dean pulled her down on the bed and looked straight into her eyes. He slid his head across the pillow until their lips met. Dean met no resistance from her and pushed harder slipping his tongue past two full lips. His hands slid up her shirt reveling in the warmth of her body against his cold hands as they caressed and traced along every curve of her slender form. Brooklyn felt her hands respond to his and moved down over the hunter's hips until they were slipping beneath the worn denim and cotton boxers and fitting perfectly on the tight muscular ass.
Dean stepped back letting the need within him take control by starting with the button up shirt she wore. Skilled fingers unhooked every button with the dexterity of a pro as he nipped and kissed at her neck.
"This needs to go," he whispered. Brooklyn wiggled out of the shirt watching him tug his own off revealing the taut upper body and arms. Their mouths collided together with an untamed fury as limbs and clothing tangled together. Dean growled and jerked away the cumbersome clothing from their now naked bodies. He ran his eyes up and down her body feeling his soul become lost within those rich grey eyes.
Brooklyn looked down seeing his solid hard erection curled upward towards his torso. Tiny beads of precome started forming at the head.
"Dean…." She whispered with lust brimming in her voice.
He merely lowered his head towards her breasts kissing and lapping each one until two tiny buds stood erect. Dean blew on each one eliciting a gasp and moan from his lover's mouth. He continued his sweet torment and kissed downward along her stomach and abs until he reached the searing heat between her legs. Brooklyn fisted the bedding and tilted her head back as strong hands parted her legs and fingers caressed her inner thighs.
She bit hard on her bottom lip trying hard not to scream as the tip of his tongue pushed between the damp folds and ran circles around the swollen mound. The feel of his wet tongue and lips teasing her already receptive body pushed her orgasm forward. Dean felt her hips rise and fall as she relented to the first wave that rocked her body. Brooklyn breathed sharply and battled hard to not to cry out but softly hollered out his name. Dean didn't let up instead intensifying the lashings feeling her body shift and hips gently rock into his face.
He gripped his cock and slowly stroked it imagining it was her tight wet and completely surrounding him. His hand coated his cock with the beads of precome and he gently pulled away from her. Dean moved upward kissing and tasting his lover's skin upon his lips and tongue as he slowly slid inside her. He slowly and tenderly made love to his hunter holding her body tight with his. Dean knew she needed this as he desperately needed it as well.
Their bodies rocked in tandem as the hunters ran their hands over one another taking in every touch and caress. The bond between them strengthened as their souls connected once again in the most intimate of dances.
Dean felt her hips rise off the bed and hold as her moans grew louder and sharper indicating another orgasm was building within. He grinned down at her as his hunter's head was tilted back and eyes closed revealing how lost she was in the sea of sexual ecstasy. He groaned as the thick wet walls of her body encircled around his cock tightening its hold upon it forcing his own climax forth once again. His mind turned hazy as he continued pumping hard against her feeling his body teetering dangerously close to the edge.
Her body's hot wet walls and sweet friction it created pushed Dean over as he felt his body surrender and spill his release within her. The thick hot feeling slowly spread between her legs and fanned out within her lower body sending the hunter even higher in bliss. Brooklyn heard Dean's quiet whimpering as he rode out the last powerful throes before his body collapsed on top of hers.
Dean opened his eyes seeing her copper tresses plastered to her forehead and face as sweat poured over her body. Brooklyn could see his eyes still glazed over knowing hers were the same way as they lay locked together basking in the afterglow. The smell of sex and sweat laced the room the last indicator of the passionate encounter of moments before but neither one noticed as they had become focused on one another. Brooklyn sighed as she cupped the side of her lover's face watching him lean into her sweet touch. Dean closed his eyes and covered her smaller hand with his larger one then kissed her open palm.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"For what?" Dean looked down confused by her words.
"Not giving up on me after everything that's happened," her eyes watered up as she choked back the threatening barrage of tears.
"Brooklyn, I love you and I will never abandon you not even after what you told me. You are one of the strongest people I've ever met and it's that fire in your soul that attracted me to you and still does. We're going to fight this together till the bitter end," the confidence and certainty in his voice confirmed what her heart needed to hear.
Dean drew her in his circle of love as she let the tears roll down her face. He knew there would be more tough times ahead but he was prepared for anything angel or demon hurled at them.
Next update soon....I know Tom's back and yes he is a pain but he's pivotal to the story.....