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

It was discharge day and Brooklyn couldn't have been more relieved as her father signed off on the papers. Dean had been discharged a day before but came back to stay with her until she was released. Caleb had returned to work but promised to check up on her once he got off. Sam had told Deacon that Dean would not face any charges for shooting and killing Reston.

"Because Reston was going to attack me Dean acted in a manner which was within the law. Hell I had to defend myself from the guy when I appeared. And after speaking with Hendrickson there won't be any charges coming from them either." Deacon smiled and shook Sam's hand thanking him for everything he had done. Dean was thoroughly relieved when he learned he was going to be a free man. Of course Deacon and Sam would've backed him up if anyone thought otherwise.

Brooklyn sat in the wheelchair with Tristan planted firmly in her lap as Dean pushed them down the back corridor towards the rear doors. The media had been camped out all night when word of Brooklyn's pending release reached their ears so the staff ushered them out the back into the waiting Suburban. Brooklyn was still groggy as they helped her in the back. Tristan waited for Dean to lift her up but he was still on restricted movements so Deacon got her in. The little red head curled up beside her mom happy she was finally going home. Dean had made sure she was caught up on her school work so she wouldn't fall behind. He made her do her homework while in the hospital and Deacon or Caleb would run it by for them.

Dean slid in beside Brooklyn and wrapped his arms around Brooklyn's shoulders feeling her lean into him as Deacon pulled away. The police chief looked to his right noticing the media waiting for them to come out at any time. He had called ahead and had Sheridan block the street off save for the residents so Brooklyn could have some quiet and peace to recover.

The house was silent when they entered and Brooklyn noticed the changes to her home. She wasn't upset by the subtle differences but instead welcomed them as no visible traces were present. Dean helped her down the hall to her room and allowed her to go in first. Her eyes widened at the new bedding and immaculate appearance and slowly turned to see Dean smile at her.

"Thank Sam and Jess, they came in and cleaned and did all of this." Brooklyn nodded and looked back inside the room. "Dean it's great."

Dean watched as she carefully treaded inside and slowly ran her fingers over the smooth soft comforter and paused to see everything had been cleaned. She closed her eyes and instantly the face of Reston returned once again.

"We're gonna have some fun….."

Brooklyn's eyes shot open and quickly she turned around and fled the room knocking Dean over in the process.

"Brook!" He called as she ran down the hall and in the kitchen. Dean quickly followed as Tristan was standing at the door to the pantry knocking on it.

"Mommy why are you in there?" Tristan continued knocking and pleading with her mother to come out. "Mommy come out….please? Why are you crying?"

Dean quickly pulled Tristan aside and told her to get Deacon as he tried to coax her out. Tristan went outside to the Suburban while Dean knelt down before the door. His heart was pounding as he could hear her sobbing on the other side of the door. He leaned against it placing his hand upon the smooth wood surface as he tried reaching out to her.

"Brook, it's me Dean. Can I come in?" Brooklyn continued sobbing and hugged her knees tightly against her chest. She looked up through bleary eyes and saw the shadow shifting against the thin crack at the bottom.

"I saw….I saw his face…." She whimpered. Dean closed his eyes and swallowed back the threatening onslaught.

"He can't hurt you anymore," Dean tried to tell her but Brooklyn cut him off.

"No Dean he can! He can hurt me in my mind!" She screamed. Just then Deacon stormed through the front door with Tristan in his arms. Dean shot up a hand and the police chief put Tristan down before walking carefully towards the kitchen and joining Dean. Deacon cleared his throat and attempted to get through to his traumatized daughter.

"Brook, it's me Dad. Listen Tristan's here and she's really worried about you and I'm worried about you too. Can you come out for me?"

"No! He's still out there waiting!" Brooklyn hollered back. Dean and Deacon looked at one another unsure of what to do. If they went in and dragged her out it may make things worse for her and she may end up going into shock. But if they didn't try something the consequences could be just as bad. Tristan rapped lightly on the door and continued pleading with her mom to come out.

"Mommy I'm out here and the bad man's not here. Please come out? Daddy and I and Grandpa are scared."

Dean and Deacon waited as silence greeted them from the other side. Brooklyn slowly pulled herself towards the door and with a shaky hand reached for the doorknob and slowly turned it. Dean and Deacon scooted back as the door swung inward spilling light into the small space. There in the center was Brooklyn, shaking and sobbing uncontrollably. Dean allowed Tristan to go in as it was her that got Brooklyn to open the door.

"Mommy…." Brooklyn just looked at her daughter as the little red head inched closer towards her. Dean and Deacon waited with baited breath as Tristan extended a hand hoping her mommy would respond. Slowly Brooklyn raised a hand and took the smaller one within her own.

"Daddy and Grandpa wanna help," she whispered sadly. Brooklyn swallowed hard forgetting about the stitches still lodged in her skin. She grimaced hard until the pain passed then started towards Dean and Deacon with Tristan leading the way. She looked over at Dean then at Deacon before collapsing in Dean's arms. Dean whispered words of comfort as she broke down again sobbing about how Reston still visited her visions. He just held her letting her cry into his shoulder as Tristan snuggled around the back of her body.

"He's still there…..When I close my eyes he's waiting for me…." She hiccupped between hard sobs. Dean just held her letting her hash out the anger towards the one who had traumatized and violated her leaving scars upon her body and soul.

Deacon enveloped the small group feeling his daughter's arm reach around for him. The chief wrapped them tighter in his arms letting his own tears slide down his face. Tristan could only be silent. She had gotten her dad back completing her family but her mom had been hurt threatening that harmony in her life. Her mommy had lost her brother or sister because of what Ric did and it pained her that her mommy was in so much pain. The little girl prayed in silence that her broken family would be healed.

Brooklyn was now on the couch as she was afraid to go back to her room. Dean sat down beside her with a glass of water and tablet in each hand.

"Brook please take it," Dean asked but she shook her head.

"No, I don't wanna fall asleep. He's waiting there for me."

Dean sighed as he placed the tablet and water on the stand. He knew Brooklyn would suffer night terrors; no doctor had to tell him that. Brooklyn sat there numb all over and placed her hands over her stomach. She and Dean were going to be parents and Tristan was going to have a brother or sister but Reston destroyed that dream. She felt empty inside as the loss of her unborn child started to sink in. She wondered if it would've looked like her or Dean. Would it have been a boy or girl? She never got the chance to think of names.

"Brook," Dean said gently and dropped down on his knees so he could face her. He carefully cupped the sides of her face with his hands anticipating for her to jump back. But to his surprise and delight she remained in place.

"Dean, I'm scared to sleep…." She whispered. "When I was in the hospital he tormented me in my dreams and I replayed the rape over and over but I couldn't wake up."

"Shhhh don't say another word," Dean shushed her. "I'm here now and I swear I will never leave you."

"But what about work?" she asked in a meek tone.

"Your dad, Sam, Jo and Caleb will be here to watch you when I can't. And Tristan she'll be in school but she'll be here after wards. We won't let you be alone even if it's the middle of the night."

"You promise?" She whispered.

"I cross my heart," Dean vowed. "Will you try to sleep for me?"

Brooklyn sighed heavily knowing if she fell asleep he would haunt her dreams. But then she knew eventually her body would succumb to exhaustion and she would lose the battle.

"Only if you stay with me," she said. Dean smiled and nodded his head. "I didn't plan on going anywhere."

Brooklyn slowly nodded her head and hesitated before swallowing the pill and chasing it with water. Dean waited with her in his arms until she fell asleep. He watched her struggled to stay away but the powerful sedative was too much for her to bear as her eyelids soon dropped and didn't come back up. Dean gently lifted her up and carried her down the hall to their room. He pulled back the blankets and lowered her down then climbed in beside her. His arms formed a secure circle around her as he remained awake until sleep finally summoned him as well.

And so the rocky road to healing begins.....