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Dean remains by Brooklyn's side unwilling to leave…

"What do you mean she's in the hospital, Dean!? What happened!?" Ellen's panicked voice boomed over the phone. Dean took a deep breath before answering her.

"The doctors said she had a massive heart attack and if I hadn't brought her in…" his voice started shaking on the other end as Dean felt the onslaught of tears cascade down his face.

Ellen stood there in silence with her hand over her mouth in shock. Brooklyn was just fine when she saw her earlier this afternoon. How could she be in such dire straits? Who would do such a thing? Ellen would soon get her answer when Jo came through the door beaming from ear to ear. Jo stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing her mother's face.

"Mom, what's wrong!? Did something happen to Dean!?" Her voice cracking. Ellen could only look at her daughter with contempt. Her attention went back to Dean as he starting speaking again.

"Your car is alongside the highway, I didn't know what to do…" Ellen gently cut him off.

"Dean it's alright. My car is the least of your worries right now. How is she?"

Dean swallowed the large lump in his throat as he started forming his words. "She's…she's stable for now. I'm staying here in the meantime. Dr. Emerson said I could and he said she could wake up at any moment…" Ellen could hear a small bit of hope in his voice as she too hoped Brooklyn would wake up.

"Dean, stay there and I'll be by with some clothes and other things for you okay?" Ellen could hear Dean sniffle as he slowly responded.

"Thanks, Ellen." Dean closed his phone and held Brooklyn's hand trying to will her to wake up. He was determined to find out how this happened and who was responsible only Dean already knew who was behind this. His trance was broken when an orderly wheeled a spare cot in the room for him even though Dean didn't intend to use it much. The young man offered a sympathetic smile before leaving him alone once again with Brooklyn. Dean didn't want anyone else in the room but he. The hunter kept his green eyes on the unconscious woman on the bed before him unaware that Ellen had stepped in the doorway. The older woman found the scene before her eyes tragic as she observed Dean remaining vigilant by Brooklyn's side. Ellen knew how deep Dean's feelings went for her when they met in Saint Louis and his bedside vigil only cemented what Ellen already realized.

"Dean?" She said softly placing a hand on his shoulder. Dean slowly turned to see Ellen standing there with his bag in her hand. He forced a weak smile while she placed the duffel next to the cot. She took a seat in the chair next to him looking over at Brooklyn with sad eyes.

"She hasn't moved, Ellen. I just want her to wake up." Dean rubbed her hand hoping the stimulation would have an effect on Brooklyn. Ellen placed a supportive hand on his shoulder trying to be strong for her friend. She sat there unsure of what to say to him knowing what ever words she spoke wouldn't change the fact Brooklyn was still lying on the bed with tubes in her arms and in a false state of slumber. Dean kept rubbing her hand kissing it every so often holding out on the chance she would eventually come around and he would see those bright grey eyes again.

"Brook, I know you can hear me and I want you to know I'm not leaving you. I'm gonna stay here until you wake up and look at me with those grey eyes I love so much. So just please wake up."

Ellen decided it was time to leave Dean as he would be alright. She rose and squeezed his shoulder once more before exiting. She knew Jo was behind this and the realization had been like a blow to the chest. She thought she raised her daughter better than that. How did she not see the signs that something was wrong? Well Ellen wasn't going to let an innocent woman die because of her daughter's sick obsession. Walking out of the ER, she saw her ride waiting for her. Hopping in, she turned to the driver, Matt, and quietly instructed him to take her to her car. Matt nodded as they headed out back onto the highway.

Jo paced around furiously hating that her mother had sped off without telling her where she went. And why had Dean not returned?! He couldn't be at the hospital, could he? Whey wasn't he here seeking solace in her arms?! Even as a fucking vegetable that bitch still had a tight hold over what was rightfully hers! Well that was going to change and fast. Grabbing her phone, she punched in a set of numbers listening as the phone rang several times before the voice on the other end picked up.

"Hey, it's me."

"Jo! And to what do I owe this honor?"

"Let's cut to the chase. Brooklyn Ravenwood is at the Missoula Memorial Hospital and I need her dead. Think you can do that?" She said impatiently waiting for an answer.

"How do you want it to end?"

"Make it look natural like a stroke or something. And remember to not leave a shred of evidence that can be traced back. Understand?!"

"Loud and clear, Jo." The voice went silent as Jo let a smirk cross her face. Now all she had to do was wait as she knew Dean wouldn't want to see her. At least not right now anyways but soon his precious Brooklyn would never wake up and she would be there to help him pick up the pieces like it should be.

As the unknown assassin made his or her way towards the hospital, Dean was still in the same position as he was when Ellen left. His hand absently moving up and down upon her warm one refusing to give up the hope she would eventually awaken. His devotion paid off as he felt a few fingers begin moving almost searching for him. Dean looked up to see those sharp grey orbs looking back at him. Dean felt his heart racing and his body tremble upon seeing Brooklyn awake. A faint smile crossed her face as if to tell him she was okay and she was there now.

"Dean…" she whispered feeling his hand tighten around hers careful not to squeeze the IV line. He sat up and leaned over stroking the soft auburn tresses and warm soft skin of her face. Dean saw her react to this affectionate gesture by leaning into his touch letting a small moan escape her mouth. Brooklyn felt her energy had been completely drained as she struggled to lift her hand and reach for his face. Dean held her hand, closing his eyes and kissing her palm. He thought she would never come back to him.

"I thought I'd lost you, Brook" he said with a hint of sadness. Brooklyn shook her head slightly, smiling at him.

"No…I'm…Here…Dean…" she managed to say. Even speaking was hard on her body which Dean had noticed right away. He put a finger to her lips.

"It's okay, Brook. Save your strength. I'm not going anywhere, I promise." She slightly nodded looking up at him. Dean gazed deep into her eyes catching a glimpse into her soul grinning down at her. He kissed her lightly before sitting back down in the hard plastic chair. Brooklyn noticed his discomfort frowning over at him. Dean tilted his head at her noticing the troubled expression across Brooklyn's face.

"Dean…Here" she said making a small gesture with her hand. He shook his head.

"Brook, I don't wanna hurt you." A small half smile edged up on Brooklyn's mouth as she repeated the gesture again.

"You..Won't…Dean." She continued the motion until Dean relented. Who was he trying to fool? He knew he wanted to get close to her. Dean removed his boots and jacket before carefully maneuvering his larger body on the bed beside her. He slowly wrapped her in his arms as he had missed the familiar heat they shared countless times. Dean settled in feeling her feebly try to settle into his body trying to get comfortable. He helped her adjust until she was content and comfortable in his arms. Their tender moment was interrupted by the nurse coming in to check her vitals and IV line. The male R.N. grabbed the syringe that he placed on the counter and proceeded to inject the clear watery liquid in her IV line.

"Dr. Emerson instructed me to give you this pain killer. It will make you really tired so don't be surprised if you fall asleep." He smiled at her before leaving. Dean held her close as they were alone once again. A few moments later another nurse came in with a syringe. Dean looked at the woman in confusion.

"Dr. Emerson is prescribing this pain killer for you, Brooklyn." Dean stopped her sensing something was wrong. Dead wrong.

"How can that be? There was a male nurse in here already that gave her the pain killer" Dean said feeling the panic surge in his body. The female nurse looked at him with a quizzical look.

"We have no male nurses on this shift, sir." Dean looked up at the IV line then down at Brooklyn who was looking up at him with heavy lidded eyes. He saw a pleading look in her eyes before they closed.

"Brooklyn! Brook, stay awake, baby, please! Don't fall asleep! Brook!? Brooklyn!" Dean held her limp body in his arms looking at the nurse. The nurse immediately went into action running for Dr. Emerson and the staff. Dean pleaded with her to wake back up. Dr. Emerson and several nurses entered as they immediately shooed Dean out and started attempts to revive her.

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The assassin wasn't expecting any company which would throw a wrench in his plans. No matter as once the powerful narcotic did its job, she would never wake up. As he threw the scrubs in the trash along with the fake badge, he hopped in his car and slipped away into the afternoon sun.

Dean could only watch helplessly as the medical staff worked to determine what the assassin had slipped in her IV. His phone rang as it was Sam calling. Dean ignored the call remaining fixed on the hurried movements of the medical staff. He knew Jo had to be stopped before anyone else got hurt. He saw one of the nurses rush out with several vials while the others remained. Dean continued to watch with a heavy heart hoping that they wouldn't lose her.

Several minutes later Dr. Emerson emerged in the waiting room seeing Dean sitting on the hard chair with his hands laced together supporting his head. A haunted look stole his angelic looks as he sat there not focused on anything in particular. The older man sat down next to Dean looking at the exhausted man beside him.

"Mr. Hetfield?" Dean snapped back to reality turning to see gentle brown eyes fixed on him.

"We have her stabilized but she remains unconscious. We are waiting on the test results but my suspicion is that she was injected with a massive amount of a type of narcotic, but which one we don't know until the test results come back and should be by later today or tonight. But for now we will have a guard posted 24/7 so that way no one can get in and out undetected."

Dean sat there with his resting a top his hands still reeling from the wanna be assassin that almost succeeded in killing Brooklyn. But he had heard the doctor's words feeling little relief in what the doctor said.

"Can I see her?" He asked weakly seeing the doctor nod his head and smile at him.

"Of course. You know she may not be conscious, but she can still hear you and feel you beside her."

Dean stood and entered the room hearing the soft beeping of the heart monitor. He felt his emotions try to break through when he laid eyes upon her still on the bed. Moments ago she was awake and talking to him and now she was gone again. This only made Dean more determined than ever to make Jo pay for what she did feeling his anger surge through his entire being. But for now his attention was on Brooklyn for she needed him to be strong and supportive. He seated himself on the bed beside her holding her hand between his larger ones.

"Brook, it's me, Dean. I know you can hear and feel me so listen close. You will make it through this. I know you, you can be one stubborn and tough woman and when you get determined you never back down no matter how hard things get. Remember when we were in Grand Haven and you were so stubborn not to leave the pier? I wanted to pick you up and take you with me but you held fast. And it's that same tenacity that I find so irresistible in you. What can I say? I can't imagine things now without you by my side. You have been there for me through everything even when I royally screwed up. Please just fight and come back, Brook. I love you too much to lose you."

I hear you Dean and I'm fighting like Hell to come back...Please don't give up….

Dean sat there rubbing her hand with his thumbs kissing her fingers. He hoped she heard his little proclamation and would fight. Exhaustion began to take over his weary body as Dean slowly crawled onto the large bed, cautious of the tubes latched in her. He draped an arm across her body in an attempt to protect her from anymore malicious attacks. He softly kissed her forehead watching her as his eyes became heavier and harder to keep open until he finally let sleep overcome him.

The open plains went on for miles as Dean woke up finding himself lying amongst the tall bluestem grass. Sitting up he took notice of the bright blue sky and gentle warm breeze dancing across his face and skin.

"Dean…"

The hunter turned his head at the sound of the soft voice calling him. His heart raced when he saw her standing there smiling brightly. Brooklyn approached the hunter kneeling down beside him delicately stroking his face. It was as if she had never fallen ill and looked more beautiful than ever.

"Brooklyn?" She nodded at him never losing that light in her grey eyes.

"Is this a dream?" She softly laughed before nodding her head once again.

"I'm afraid so, Dean. I'm still in lockdown in Montana and you are still there by my side refusing to leave me alone. You don't know how much that means to me. I know I can't speak but I am hearing every word you say and I can feel your every caress and touch. The love we share is what will break these dark bonds holding me in. You have to have faith, Dean. Faith that I will make it out of this. Don't give up on me. Don't give up on us." She reached in kissing him as he wrapped his arms around her bringing her down with to the earth. He held her tight in his arms refusing to let her leave his sight.

"I'll never give up, Brook, not now and not ever" he whispered as things turned blurry.

Dean jolted awake feeling like his soul had come crashing back in his body. He looked over at Brooklyn who still remained in the same state as when he fell asleep. He remembered the dream vividly hearing her words echoing in his mind loud and clear. He would never surrender to defeat no matter how bad things got. Brooklyn had become his partner in every meaning of the word and he wanted to show her when she got better.

At the Roadhouse, Ellen attempted to keep busy trying to keep her mind off Dean and the pain he was enduring. She had to figure out what Jo did to Brooklyn. As she had continued to busy herself she observed Sam's odd behavior. It was if he was in a daze and not himself. Ellen felt her suspicion rising as she continued to watch Sam at the bar sitting and staring off in the wall.

Sam sat there not feeling like himself. He felt as if he was not in control of his own body like he had taken a backseat observing his body move and behave. His phone rang and his arm extended out grabbing the phone seeing the number on the caller id.

"It's time, Sam."

"I understand."

Sam got up nonchalantly and headed to the door. Ellen hurried to stop the younger hunter by blocking his path. Sam stood there hardening his stare at the older woman.

"You're not going anywhere, Sam. Something's off with you and I'm not letting you go anywhere near Dean or Brooklyn until I find out what."

"Get out of my way, Ellen. I won't ask again" Sam growled reaching out for Ellen. The older woman was anticipating the reaction as she splashed the holy water she had hidden across his face distracting him. She shoved Sam against the table prying his mouth open forcing the rest of the blessed water down his throat. Almost immediately a thick black smoke escaped through Sam's nose and mouth freeing the younger hunter. Sam was breathing hard and looking around confused. Ellen saw the empty stare gone, replaced with recognition. He placed a hand to his head feeling his wet hair and skin.

"Ellen, what happened? Why am I wet?"

"You were under some serious black magic, Sam, and I know who was responsible. Now come on we need to get the hospital."

"The hospital?! What happened!?"

"Jo. That's what" Ellen said bluntly as the hunters hurried out of the house and towards her car. Sam prayed that everything was alright but had the feeling that it wasn't as they neared the hospital.

Sam and Ellen rushed in the ER looking for Brooklyn's room being pointed down the hall by the nurse at the desk. As they entered her room, Sam felt the wind knocked out of him. There was Brooklyn so weak and vulnerable. Dean had assumed the role of her protector by remaining by her side holding her body as close to his as he could. Dean opened his eyes seeing his brother and Ellen standing there. He lifted his head motioning for them to come in and sit. Ellen and Sam sat in the chairs continuing to watch Dean keep Brooklyn safe.

"Dean, what happened?" Sam asked genuinely confused by the scene.

"Jo, Sam, that's what. Brooklyn had a massive heart attack and then someone tried to kill her by posing as a nurse and jacking with her IV. The tests haven't come back yet but Dr. Emerson suspects a lethal dose of narcotic. I don't think the assassin was expecting me to be here judging by the look on his face when he spotted me. It was like someone was watching over her."

At that instance, Castiel was watching the hunters rally around Brooklyn. The angel knew they were going to need some help in defeating Jo.

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