A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*
"Can I get a copy of the missing person's report? Great thanks," Sam hung up his phone as Dean and Brooklyn stepped in. The younger hunter noticed she appeared well rested as the dark rings around her eyes were smaller than last night.
"Well Anna Milton is definitely real," he rubbed his eyes and stretched out.
"Don't mean the case is real," Dean said dryly.
"And this hospital is a three day's drive from here," Sam saw Dean shaking his head.
"Dean we've driven further for less," Sam sat up. Dean just continued shaking his head at his brother.
"Look if you've got something to say, say it," Sam said irritably.
"All I'm saying is that this sucks," Dean didn't hide his displeasure with the whole situation.
"Dude you're not pissed about going to find the girl, you're pissed because Tom threw us the tip."
"Yep that's exactly right," Dean quipped back.
"Are you two going to argue like five year olds because the longer we sit around here bitching and whining the closer Alistair gets to this girl," Brooklyn looked at both brothers.
The drive was long and quiet to say the least as Sam sulked and Dean kept his eyes on the road. Brooklyn knew Tom had been a source of tension between the two brothers but she secretly admitted to herself that the demon had been right about everything else so far. But then again it could be a giant ploy to trap them all for Alistair or Lilith.
Brooklyn wasn't keen on confronting the demon but what other choice did she have? If she didn't who knows what would happen and Uriel would try sending her back. She closed her eyes and drowned out her thoughts with the hard hitting vocals of Metallica.
The doctor at Somerville was more than happy to assist the two Federal agents.
"Of course I want to help in any way that I can," she responded.
"So the orderly has not recollection of Anna's escape?" Sam asked.
"Apparently she knocked him unconscious and the blow caused some amnesia. He doesn't even remember coming into her room."
"Well that's a helluva right hook to knock out a guy that's got eighty pounds on her," Dean noted.
"Well we think she may have planned it, waiting behind the door," the doctor gestured to the broken glass.
"Right so you mentioned Anna's illness was recent?" Sam questioned the doctor.
"Two months ago she was happy well adjusted and a journalism major. Had lots of friends and a bright future."
"So what happened she just flipped?" Dean asked giving Sam a look.
"Well that's the tragedy with Schizophrenia," the doctor handed over Anna's notepad, "Within weeks she was overtaken with delusions."
"What kind of delusions?" Sam inquired.
"She thought demons were everywhere. It's not uncommon for patients to believe monsters are real," she smiled slightly.
"Well isn't that just batty," Dean responded in a serious tone as he started flipping through the drawings. He nudged Sam with an elbow as images of stained glass windows covered several pages before he stopped at one with the words Rising of the Witnesses were scribbled in thick black lettering. The next page had a man's face with pumpkins surrounding him with the words Samhain the Nest Seal is Broken written above the horrifying image.
"That's Revelations," Dean observed.
"Since when does the Book of Revelations have Jack o' lanterns?" The doctor spoke up.
"It's a little known translation," Dean covered.
"Ah well Anna's father was a church deacon and when she became ill her paranoia took on a religious overtone. She was convinced the devil was about rise and end the world."
Dean nodded and closed the sketch pad thanking the doctor before leaving.
Brooklyn had gone ahead to the Milton residence hoping she could turn something up before the guys got back. She approached the house and froze at the tiny gate sensing something was very wrong inside. Withdrawing her Sais she cautiously entered the front door.
"Mrs. Milton? I'm with the Sheriff's Department," Brooklyn called out, "I'm making sure you're alright."
No one answers her calls as she slowly treaded through the house. Her nose detected the hint of sulfur and immediately she stopped and spun around seeing the dead body of Mrs. Milton three feet away. Brooklyn cranks her head around and spies Mr. Milton dead as well. Both had their throats slit from ear to ear nearly decapitating their heads. Brooklyn knelt down beside Mrs. Milton and saw the powdery substance. She didn't have to smell to know it was sulfur. The hunter spotted the photos on the mantle and took a good look at each one. There was one of Mr. and Mrs. Milton with a young red haired girl in the middle. Brooklyn assumed the girl to be Anna and noticed they were standing in front of a church.
Brooklyn flipped her phone open and dialed Dean.
"Come on pick up…." She muttered only to get his voicemail.
"Damn it," she slammed her phone shut and rushed out of the house.
Brooklyn was waiting for the guys when they returned. Dean noticed she was agitated by the way she tapped her foot on the floor.
"We need to talk," Brooklyn stood and saw the sketchpad. She snatched it from Sam's hands and started flipping the pages. Her eyes widened with shock and horror before going through the last page.
"Where did this come from?" Brooklyn closed the book and placed it on the bed.
"Anna Milton's room," Dean sat on the opposite bed.
"Well she definitely knows something. Either she's psychic or something else," Brooklyn muttered, "Any idea where this Anna Milton has wandered off too?"
"No, the doctor and orderly couldn't give us any clue," Sam shook his head.
Brooklyn sat there and it hit her. She grabbed the sketchpad and flipped through the pages noticing the stained glass drawings and recalled the photo of Anna and her family. It had the same stained glass window in the background.
"I think I know where she's gone too," Brooklyn stood and waved at the guys to get moving.
The church stood towering over the smaller buildings and Brooklyn immediately knew she was right. She closed her eyes and detected a presence in the highest part of the building.
"She's here," Brooklyn ran up the stairs and inside the church. Dean and Sam followed her in.
They approached the tiny room at the top and Brooklyn froze.
"Guys," she nodded at the movement behind the stained glass window. Sam put his gun away indicating for Dean and Brooklyn to do the same.
"Anna, we're here to help. My name's Sam and this is Dean and Brooklyn."
"Brooklyn? Not Brooklyn Winchester?" Anna answered suddenly and stepped out from behind the glass.
"Yeah last time I checked," she stood with hands on her hips.
"Wow, oh my god, it's really you. The angels, they talk about you all the time. You were in Hell but Castiel pulled you out and some of them think you can save us."
Dean watched Brooklyn shift uneasily in place as Anna approached the hunter. Brooklyn sensed something was very off with this girl but what she couldn't pinpoint.
"And some of them don't like either one of you," Dean and Sam bristled but Dean more so than Sam.
"So what you talk to the angels?" Brooklyn waved a hand in front of her body.
"Uh no actually I listen to them. They probably don't even know I exist. They talk and sometimes I hear them in my head. I can't shut them out and there's so many of them."
"So they locked you up with the crazies because you tuned into angel radio?" Dean asked.
"Yes, thank you," Anna smiled briefly.
"Anna when did the voices start?" Sam asked.
"I can tell you the exact date, January 13th."
"The day I got outta Hell," Brooklyn muttered beneath her breath.
"The first words I heard were as clear as a bell: Brooklyn Winchester is saved."
Brooklyn's mouth fell open as she looked at Dean. The hunter wrapped his arms around her body.
"Well at least we know why the demons want you so bad," Sam answered.
"Yeah they can hear everything the other side is cooking, 1-900-ANGEL," Dean joked.
Just then the door burst open and Tom rushed in. Anna screamed and pointed at the demon.
"His face!" She hollered.
"You got the girl? Good let's move now," Tom rushed in.
"Anna it's okay he's here to help," Sam tried to calm the girl down.
"Don't be so sure," Brooklyn muttered quietly.
"No time for idle chit chat we need to hurry now!" Tom's voice was urgent and hurried.
"Why?" Brooklyn demanded.
"Because a demon's coming, big time and there will be time for arguing later okay?" Tom quipped back.
"Well that's pretty damn convenient! Showing right up when we've got the girl and you have some big shot demon following your damn ass!" Dean snarled.
"No, she brought him here," Brooklyn gulped, "He followed her from the house so we need to go now."
"Uh guys," Sam said pointing at the Virgin Mary statue. The eyes were weeping blood.
"Shit it's too late he's already here," Tom stared at the trio. Sam grabbed Anna and stashed her in the closet.
"Stay in here," He instructed the frightened girl.
Brooklyn held out her Sais as Dean had the sword and dagger.
"Those won't work against him," Tom indicated at the dagger and Sais.
"Well this will," Dean gripped the sword in his hand and stood beside Brooklyn as the sound of footsteps thudded closer towards them.
The door was violently ripped from its hinges as an older man with grey hair stepped inside. Brooklyn's eyes turned black as she watched his eyes turn white. But to her dismay and shock he merely coughed and the eyes returned to normal.
"That tickles," he chuckled. Brooklyn stood there dumbfounded as the demon closed the space between them.
"You don't have the juice to kill me Brookie," the demon held up a hand pulling her forward until his hand was closed around her throat. Dean lunged in but the demon was prepared for the attack. With a mere wave of his other hand the hunter was sent across the room and down the stairs. The demon turned his attention back to Brooklyn and sent her into the wall.
"Hello Brookie, we meet again. Don't you recognize me? Oh I forgot I'm wearing this pediatrician," he hits Brooklyn hard in the face, "We were so close in Hell," he hits her again several more times.
"Alistair," Brooklyn finally looked up at the demon who was now laughing at his former student. Alistair continued pummeling Brooklyn then finally looked up to see Sam charging with the dagger in his hands. Before Alistair grabs him, Sam stabs the demon in the shoulder with the dagger. Sam felt his body go airborne as Alistair grabbed the knife wincing at the pain he felt.
Tom rushed in the closet and found Anna screaming wildly at the top of her lungs.
"Let's go sister," he dragged her out and vanished.
Dean staggered up the stairs and managed to grab Brooklyn before Alistair could get another round in. Sam was already running for the window and jumping through. Dean and Brooklyn looked at one another and found their feet carrying them towards the jagged edges and down to the ground below. Brooklyn landed hard on her shoulder hearing it pop followed by a sharp piercing pain.
"Brook are you alright?" Dean carefully lifted his wife to her feet and took her hand before they raced off with Alistair looking down with the knife in his hands. He studied the serrated blade admiring it.
Brooklyn continued to spit up blood as Sam was seated while Dean stitched up a large deep gash in his arm. She rinses her mouth and sat down on the opposite bed as Dean finished up Sam.
"You almost done?" She groaned.
"Two more stitches and there," he closed the last stitch allowing Sam to go clean up. Dean looked over to Brooklyn seeing her holding her shoulder tightly across her body. Sam handed the whiskey over to her watching as she drank nearly a fourth of a bottle before coming up for air.
"Ready?" Dean asked her. Brooklyn nodded her head as Dean positioned himself behind her as she stands. One hand was on her back and other positioned on her arm.
"On three, one two," he pulls Brooklyn's arm hearing the shoulder pop back in place. Brooklyn grits her teeth and turns away before she cussed him out. Her eyes watered as she battled the pain waiting for the whiskey to kick in.
"So you two lost the knife?" She looked over at the guys.
"Yeah saving your ass," Sam pointed his finger at her. Dean found the cold pack and gently placed on Brooklyn's shoulder.
"Keep that there," he placed her hand on the pack and turned to Sam.
"Okay so why hasn't Tom beamed up yet?"
"Probably because demons are watching our every move and waiting for us to lead them straight to Anna," Brooklyn answered.
"Which is why that demon probably let us go," Sam added. Dean laughed humorlessly.
"You call this letting us go?!"
"Dean!" Brooklyn looked over at her hunter. Dean stopped and sat down.
"Look Alistair knows we're after Anna too so he's biding his time and lying low," she set down the pack.
"Wait that was Alistair?" Dean sat up straight. Brooklyn nodded and closed her eyes.
"Yeah that was Alistair, the Picasso with a razor blade," she closed her eyes and hung her head.
Next update soon!!!!