A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*
Brooklyn woke up the next morning still secure in her vampire's arms. The fire had died down, reduced to a smoldering pile of glowing ash. The human stretched and relaxed in his arms not eager to move just yet. Dean looked down at his human's form, seeing the scars from Alaric's hand had slowly vanished leaving faint lines in their wake. He gently caressed her arm and kissed her bare shoulder leaving his lips against smooth skin.
"Good morning," he whispered.
"Hey," she groaned in his embrace. Brooklyn rolled around anxious to see her vampire's eyes. They truly were the windows to his soul and the human had found she wasn't able to get enough of them. Dean carded his hand through her tousled copper locks which rippled with crimson, ruby and auburn hues in the dying light of the flame. The passion inside was waking up and the vampire leaned in and hungrily tasted her lips. Brooklyn was only more than happy to oblige her love and shifted beneath him giving herself freely to him again. Their bodies, naked from a long night of love making, fit together into one as they swayed in flawless rhythm on the thick wool cloak. Brooklyn ran her mouth over his neck and shoulders and lightly lapped her tongue along his jaw and lips. Dean held her hips higher and pushed deeper inside of her. He let out a sigh of bliss the further his cock slid feeling the snug but hot walls enclose around him.
The walls of their shelter resonated with the sounds of their undying promises of love mixing with the quiet moans and groans of human and vampire.
"Never….let….. you…..go….." Dean huffed before piercing her neck with his sharp deadly fangs.
"Oh god…yes….." Brooklyn cried out before her body erupted and coated her lover's cock with the hot release from her body. Dean shivered as she climaxed around him, milking his cock harder and tighter. The vampire clutched her tighter then with one swift motion flipped her up until she was impaled on his solid erection. His mouth stayed on her skin letting the sharp taste of sweat, sex and most importantly, her coat his tongue and lips.
Brooklyn held his face firmly in her hands holding his eyes level to hers while their bodies carried on below. The rich slate hues sparkled as the sun peeked through and illuminated her skin and hair. She was even more beautiful right then and there refueling Dean's drive to protect her from Alaric at any cost. Her soul was exposed at that very second, baring every deep seated raw untamed thought feeling and emotion for him.
I love you…..
Brooklyn nodded with her eyes glazed over. I love you too….
Dean held her still as his body exploded within hers. Brooklyn cried out sharply, feeling the thick hot ropes spill inside marking her as his.
Yours always……She tilted her neck for her vampire but he didn't take her. Brooklyn looked over as her vampire was cutting his palm open and watching his blood surface through the gash.
It's alright…..Brooklyn gently took his offering and with trust in her gorgeous eyes tasted his blood. What she felt was beyond anything she could describe or had even experienced. The rush was clean and propelling, sending her soul to places she didn't know existed. Her body felt light and spirit enveloped in the essence of the vampire. Whatever it was, it now resided within her, claiming her as its own. Dean smiled caressed her skin and body as he shared in what she was feeling. For his human it was like a drug, a powerful addictive drug but minus the detox. She felt him reach within her as he was now truly a part of her and she was a part of him.
Dean gently pulled his hand away then licked her lips of crimson. Brooklyn took a deep breath wanting to feel the power rushing through her veins before coming back down from the sexual and blood high and to reality. The serene sated expression on her face gave Brooklyn an angelic innocent look, one that Dean had committed to memory.
The vampire ran his hands up and down her sides and legs as they clung to one another on the floor of the cave. The sun was now bearing down on them couple warming their bodies even more.
"We need to go," Dean urged her.
"Yeah, we do," Brooklyn stole one last kiss before grabbing her clothing and sword and running to the stream for a quick bath. Dean wasn't too far behind.
Maximilian stared at the Missouri seeing how low the might river was. He knelt down to examine the chaotic prints in the soft mud.
"So, she didn't want to cross," Maximilian grinned. "It appears the little water torture Alistair's goons used had a deeper effect than originally thought. Alaric will love this."
Hopping back on his mount, the vampire started across the river towards the opposite bank. He was still eager for a little taste of the human and if Dean Winchester stood in his way, well there would be a little surprise for him too. The current proved to be in his favor as he made it halfway across with ease. The prints were still in the sand and untouched by the waters. Maximilian rode on crossing the deeper part of the river and felt the current pick up but not enough to impede him or his horse. The steed had been nothing but faithful and true as he was now feeling like he was closing in on the human and vampire.
Brooklyn and Dean were back on the trail moving faster than the past few days. They hurried on, hoping they would soon be near Des Moines.
John sped faster towards the settlement, hoping his son and human were already there. He hoped Cassandra Bayeaux had seen or heard about their whereabouts. Alaric's bounty hunters were moving the same direction as he had, thanks to Deacon's dispatches. Thought he had always been a bit hard on his oldest son since their mom died, deep down he loved that kid more than anything. There wasn't anything John wouldn't do for Dean or Sam.
He saw the first indications of civilization in the shape of farms and houses that dotted the countryside in greater frequency. The flat plains gave way to gentle rolling hills exposing only the highest tops of the buildings ahead. The Bayeaux clan didn't believe in extravagance and kept their buildings simple but efficient, a reflection of their humble origins in the South of France. John admired how they didn't flash around their wealth as it was a sign of arrogance to the vampire.
The plaza was alive with humans and vampires carrying on with commerce and trade while sharing coffee at the outdoor cafes. John couldn't but help to smile at the way they all coexisted and formed such tight bonds and networks without seeing one another as vampire and human. Some waved to him and of course he waved back and flashed a brief smile as he turned towards the manor on the right.
John stepped out of the Impala, nervous and anxious as he looked up at the estate. It was about the same style and size as his back in Michigan though there was a beautiful fountain in the center of the vast front lawn. Two unicorns and horses stood on hind legs, challenging anyone to take them on. Water came from their mouths and collected in the pool that surrounded the statues. John thought it was exquisite and gorgeous, taking a moment to admire it. He took one last look at the marble fixture and headed to the front door. Taking a deep breath, John rapped his knuckles on the wooden door and stepped back. The door opened and a man stepped from behind. He was several inches shorter with dark hair that was slightly tousled and bright blue eyes. He was dressed in pants and shirt with no jewelry or other fashion adornments. John wondered if he was a servant.
"No, I am not a servant," the man replied with politeness. "How can I help you sir?" His voice was quiet but firm as he addressed John.
"I am looking for the lady of the manor, Cassandra Bayeaux. My name is John Winchester," at the mention of his name, the man's eyes went wide and immediately John was ushered inside.
"Please follow me," the man motioned for him to follow. "My name is Castiel. I am one of Cassandra's most trusted aides."
Castiel seemed to float up the stairs with little effort while John thundered up the steps until he was at the top. The vampires hurried down the hall until Castiel made a sharp right and pushed a set of grand doors open.
"Cassandra," Castiel bowed then straightened up, "John Winchester is here."
Cassandra was standing at the window as she turned around to greet her guest. John was taken aback by the strong handsome features of the matriarch and immediately bowed as a show of respect. Cassandra chuckled as she rounded the desk and stood before John. She brought her fingers under his chin and slowly brought him up. John straightened up his body and introduced himself.
"I have been wanting to meet you John Winchester," she held out a hand. Her accent was a hint of French and possibly Creole. John gripped it firmly and nodded with an uneasy smile.
"Please don't be afraid," she reassured him. "I want to help you."
"Have you seen my son? I haven't heard anything from him since he left about a week ago in Michigan. Deacon mentioned they may come up here."
"Deacon, ah yes, a good vampire. He and I go way back," Cassandra said as she poured out the best whiskey she owned into two tumblers then handed one to John. John felt the smooth taste of the aged whiskey slide down his throat. She sure did know her alcohol.
"Anyways," she started, "I have not seen your son or the human though Castiel has been keeping his ear to the ground and listening for any news. I'm sure you're aware that Maximilian Saltzman is hunting for them."
"Yes I am," John finished his drink. "That is why I'm here. I will accept any kind of assistance you can spare. I fear for Dean and the human as we all know the Saltzmans can be cruel and cold which is putting it lightly."
"John I am well aware of it all. But while I cannot send out any armies or anything large scale, I can offer you Castiel and a small amount of supplies. I hope you understand for I have my own people to protect and Nicholas Saltzman has been looking for a reason to attack me."
"Anything you can give I will greatly appreciate," John smiled gratefully. "It is best to remain small scale anyways. I must admit though, this town is so different. When I came in, humans and vampires were conducting business and treating one another as equals."
Cassandra grinned and gushed inside at his strong compliments. "It wasn't easy at first but the vampires who reside here despise slavery of humans and here provided them the opportunity to live among humans and treat each other as friends and equals. We are but a humble settlement and want nothing more than to be left alone. But if provoked I will defend my home and citizens."
"You a truly a strong woman Cassandra," John said with a smile. "I can see why Nicolas Saltzman seethes inside."
"Well anything to see the bastard sweat and seethe is worth the effort," she grinned back.
Castiel just stood tall by the doors listening to the flirtatious exchange between the two. His friend had been alone too long and perhaps a little friendship or something more could come from this meeting.
"I will provide you with fresh blood, any weapons you might need and other supplies. If you find them bring them here and I shall provide sanctuary for them."
"Thank you," he hugged Cassandra, not caring if he looked weak in that brief moment. Cassandra gently stepped back and held his chin up. She could see worry and apprehension mixed with hope and faith in his dark eyes.
"It is always my pleasure," John blinked at her as he heard the flirting in her voice. He didn't know what to say and Castiel stepped in providing relief for the uneasy vampire.
"Follow me and I shall help you load your vehicles," Cassandra retuned to watching the town below.
Next update soon.....
