A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*

"Dean," Sam struggled to rise feeling like a turtle that had been thrown on its back, helpless until he felt several hands helping him up.

"Sam are you alright?" Hendrickson gingerly eased the bruised but otherwise unhurt man to his feet.

"Yeah I am….thanks to Dean," Hendrickson spotted Dean slowly sliding down the wall and rushed to his aid.

"I gotcha just lean into me," the agent helped the wounded brother by guiding him back to the couch. Voices filled the room as backup finally arrived along with several paramedics.

"Down the hall," Sam pointed the way for the EMTs as the second set worked on Dean. Dean fought to be with Brooklyn but the two burly paramedics saw things a bit differently.

"Mr. Winchester you need to sit still," the larger of the two barked as the smaller one kept pressure on the wound.

"Sam….." Dean pleaded with his brother but Sam shook his head as another one checked him over.

"No Dean," Sam said softly as Dean groaned in discomfort and pain.

The paramedics kept the bandage tight across Brooklyn's throat as they carefully placed her on the stretcher. She was fighting to hand on by the ever stretching thread of life, desperate to remain in the world of the living. The pain had subsided but deep down she knew it was a step towards death. Her eyes fluttered as she battled to focus on the sound of her father's voice as he remained steadfast by her side. Brooklyn felt her soul resist against her consciousness as it fought to break free from her dying body.

The doors to the ER burst open as the paramedics raced in with their patient. The doctors had been waiting for their arrival and took Brooklyn away to surgery. Deacon raced in behind them but the staff stopped him outside the doors.

"Sorry Deacon but you know you can't go back there," the security guard gently said.

"But it's my daughter!" He begged and pleaded with every remaining ounce of strength he had but the guard sadly shook his head. "Deacon I know she's hurting and you wanna be with her but Doctor Benton's in there right now and you know just as well as I do he is the best and will not let Brook die."

The guard clasped a supportive hand on the police chief's shoulder and guided him to the waiting room as the second ambulance pulled up with Dean. He protested loudly despite his pain as the burly looking nurse stepped forward and grinned at the unruly patient.

"Well if it isn't Dean Winchester," she smile warmly at him. Dean sunk in the stretcher as the nurse guided the EMTs to the open exam room.

Deacon sat with his fingers laced together and chin resting atop of them. His right heel bounced up and down as he waited for word on Brooklyn and Dean.

"Grandpa!" The small voice squeaked. Deacon peered up spying Tristan running down the hall towards the small room. Jo was bringing up the rear with Jimmy a few steps ahead. The police chief opened his arms and wrapped them tightly around his beloved granddaughter.

"Deacon we heard what happened…."Jo's voice trailed off as she sat down beside the distraught father.

"That bastard……he hurt her bad Jo….Real bad," Deacon sniffled and choked back tears. "But Dean killed him before he could hurt Sam."

"How's Dean?" Jo asked. "He was stabbed by Reston but he's been hollering and putting up a fight ever since he arrived here."

"And Brook?" Jo was scared to ask, afraid of what the answer would be. Deacon just shook his head and buried his face in Tristan's shoulder. Jo picked Jimmy up and noticed he was looking sadly at Tristan. Her son sensed the heavy feeling looming over them all as he stretched his body across his mom's lap and touched Tristan on the shoulder.

"Tristan I'm sorry…." He slid of Jo's lap and snuggled his body against Tristan offering what comfort he could to his best friend.

"Is Mommy okay?" her tiny voice squeaked as Deacon gently pulled away. Her bright eyes demanded the truth as innocence laced around the wide orbs. Deacon knew she had to know but he wanted to spare her the violent details.

"The doctors are doing everything they can to help her. Someone hurt her but your daddy saved her and your Uncle Sam before he could hurt anyone else."

"When can I see Mommy?" Deacon watched the small lower lip quiver. He closed his eyes and rubbed them in frustration.

"Well sweetie until Doctor Benton comes out we can't see her, not right now okay?"

"I wanna see Daddy," Deacon looked over at the nursing staff and they nodded their heads in unison.

"Alright let's go see your daddy," he scooped her up in his arms and together they crossed the hallway and towards the ongoing hollering.

"When can I see Brook!? Damn it why isn't anyone telling me anything?!" Dean shouted.

"Because she isn't out of surgery yet," the nurse curtly answered him. Dean swore he was ready to ring the poor woman's neck but caught himself as movement out of the corner of his eye captured his attention.

"Hey sweetie," Dean forged a smile and scooted over so Tristan could sit down beside him. Before Deacon had released her all the way, Tristan was latching onto Dean and burying her head in his shoulder. He was astonished by the ferocity in his daughter's hold as he shifted his body and sunk against the pillows.

"Daddy I wanna see Mommy," Tristan huffed.

"Sweetie I don't think that's a good idea right now," Dean responded.

"Why not?" Tristan pulled back looking at her father with demanding grey eyes.

"Well something happened and the doctors need to make her better," Deacon intervened for Dean. Tristan looked over at her grandfather as he nodded his head in confirmation.

"What happened to Mommy?" her determined gaze morphed into one of sadness and confusion as both men grappled to tell her what happened to Brooklyn minus the traumatic details.

Doctor Benton finished the last stitch on Brooklyn's throat and took a step back allowing the nurse to clean and bandage the wound. The physician was heartsick at the sorry sight of his friend's daughter. Brooklyn didn't deserve to be beaten raped then nearly killed. She had done nothing wrong to anyone or anything but yet she was knocking on Death's doorstep when she was rushed in hours ago. Her face was bruised and swollen with signs of a concussion from the cruel constant beatings.

"I hope that bastard rots in Hell," Benton muttered as he shoved the door aside and marched down the hall. The OB-GYN had stepped in and started to conduct a rape kit test as the nurses and anesthesiologist worked to bring her out of the deep artificial sleep.

"Daddy what happened to Mommy?" Tristan asked once more. She had never been keep apart from Brooklyn like this and sensed something was wrong. Dean glanced over at Deacon who gave a short nod. He swallowed hard and took the little girl in his arms as he fought to keep from breaking down.

"Someone hurt Mommy…..Bad," Dean choked.

"No!" She howled in disbelief.

"It's true baby, someone hurt Mommy really bad and the doctors…." Dean sniffled before continuing, "The doctors are working to make her better."

"Who hurt her?" Tristan's eyes moistened with her own tears.

"That's not important Tristan," Dean responded, "What's important is your grandpa and Uncle Sam helped to save her."

A light rapping on the door provided a welcomed interruption as Doctor Benton stood in the doorway observing them all.

"Peter please come in," Deacon rose and met the doctor halfway across the room. Doctor Benton took a deep breath preparing to inform them just how bad the extent of her injuries were.

"Brooklyn made it out of surgery and they'll be moving her to ICU once the OB-GYN finishes up her exam. She lost a great deal of blood from her injury but she is continuing to receive a blood transfusion. Her vitals are strong now but earlier she was fighting to hold on. I won't sugar coat anything Deacon but we almost lost her."

"God," Deacon ran his hand over and across his face at the cold truth slapping him in the face. Dean strained to listen but the two men's tones were hushed and muffled, perhaps to keep Tristan from hearing the vivid bloody details.

"Once the nurse completes her exam she'll come in and talk to you and Dean," he looked over at Dean and locked eyes with the agitated man. Benton approached him seeing Tristan was now starting to doze off. The doctor knew it would be safe to discuss Brooklyn's condition.

"When can I see her?" The words shot straight from his mouth.

"In due time Dean," he answered. "When they have her stable in ICU I will let you see her but not until then."

The physician's firm tone left no room for argument and Dean grudgingly nodded and let his head fall back against the pillow. Tristan stirred and readjusted against Dean's warm body refusing to let any part of her body become chilled by the sterile cold air of the hospital. Jo and Jimmy reappeared a few minutes later seeing Tristan resting comfortably against Dean. Deacon was snoring lightly in the seat. The police chief's head was hinged back against the top of the hard plastic backing which appeared rather uncomfortable from where Jo stood.

"Mama, where's Tristan's mommy?" Jimmy looked up with inquisitive eyes.

"She's being taken care of by the doctor sweetie," she answered in a neutral tone.

Deacon stretched and opened his eyes to see Jo and Jimmy seated in the other chair. The little guy's bright blue eyes darted towards him as the chief sat up.

"Any word Deacon?" Jo carefully asked.

"Doc Benton was here but we can't see her until they get her settled in ICU."

Jo nodded feeling the numbness wash over her. Brooklyn was her best friend and constant in her life. She had been there when Jimmy was born and when Mac was killed overseas. Brooklyn had been her pillar of strength and sanity when she battled depression after losing Mac. Jimmy picked up on his mother's sorrow and fastened his arms around her while pressing his body tight with hers.

"Don't be sad Mama," he whispered.

"I'm trying not to Jimmy…..I'm really trying hard not to," Jo closed her eyes letting the two lone tears fall from her eyes.

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