A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*
"I'm not telling you where the black smoke is," Cole hollered though the closet door.
"How did you know who it was?" Brooklyn sat down on the opposite side.
"You have softer footsteps," Cole answered.
"Cole, you have to help us. Something bad is gonna happen unless you tell us where the black smoke is okay?"
"No, you'll just have them send me away," Brooklyn knew Cole wasn't budging so she decided to lie.
"What if I told you if you helped us you would never have to leave here? Ever," Brooklyn cringed but knew she had to say whatever she needed to for Cole to help.
"But what about the one downstairs?" Cole asked suspiciously.
"Who Tessa? She wouldn't bother you, no reaper would. You could stay here as long as you wanted with your family."
The closet door opened and Cole peered through the crack at Brooklyn.
"You can do that?" His eyes brightened at the idea.
"You betcha," Brooklyn lied again. It was killing her to say these things but they had to save the Seal.
"You swear?" Cole held up a pink and watched Brooklyn lock hers with his.
"I swear," she nodded firmly.
Dean and Tessa were waiting in the dining room when Brooklyn descended down the stairs holding Cole's hand. The reaper smiled warmly at the boy.
"Hi Cole, I'm Tessa. Don't be frightened, I won't hurt you."
Cole looked up to Brooklyn who squeezed his hand encouraging him to speak.
"Go ahead Cole tell them what you told me."
Cole nodded before looking over at the hunter and reaper.
"I saw the black smoke at my funeral," he started to say. Dean knelt down to the boy's level.
"At the cemetery?" He asked. Cole shook his head, "At the funeral home. It was everywhere."
Suddenly the lights began to flicker and Dean looked over to Tessa.
"Are you doing this?" The reaper shook her head confused as to what was going on.
The front door slammed open allowing the thick black smoke entrance. It swallowed the entire first floor then retreated through the front door. The hunters looked around noticing Tessa had gone missing.
"I think that was a demon," Brooklyn looked over at Dean who could only nod.
"How are we supposed to fight that?"
"Learn some serious ghostly combat skills," Brooklyn answered with a dead seriousness.
"By tonight? Yeah sure I'll meet you back at Mr. Miyagi's," Dean said with heavy sarcasm.
"Who's that?" Cole asked.
Brooklyn had never laughed so hard in her life as she stood there watching Dean attempt to move a small windmill on the porch. His face was scrunched in deep concentration as he stood there.
"Brook, you're not helping," he snapped. Brooklyn just kept laughing.
"Dean…Your face….It's priceless….." She laughed even harder. Dean ignored her laughs and tried once more this time watching the windmill move.
"Ah there we go baby!" He beamed. Brooklyn finally quieted down as Cole asked if he pulled a muscle. Dean stood back and observed Cole merely look at the object and cause it to move faster the longer he looked at it.
"Dude you are so Amityville!!!" Dean looked in amazement.
"That isn't even the good stuff," he grinned mischievously. Dean looked over at Brooklyn not paying attention to Cole who was already in mid swing. Dean doubled over temporarily stunned by the sudden assault. Brooklyn laughed again earning an ugly look from Dean but she didn't care. Watching him get his ass handed to him by a 12 year old was classic.
"You have to get angry see?" Cole belted Dean across the face.
"Why don't you hit her?" Dean moaned. Cole looked over at Brooklyn who shrugged her shoulders.
"Sorry but I do Fight Club with 12 years old boys," She commented. "Besides, unlike you I got a handle on this a lot faster."
"Only because you're part angel," Dean fired back. Cole spun around and looked at the hunter. Brooklyn nodded her head.
"Wow, I never met an angel before" he said in total awe.
"Well now you have Cole," Cole nodded then charged at her ready to strike but Brooklyn blocked every blow he attempted. The boy stood back and smiled with respect.
"She's good," he looked over at Dean.
Night finally arrived covering the sky in pitch black. Brooklyn and Dean approached the funeral home stopping as the exterior of the building was cast with numerous blue symbols. Dean tilted his head trying to make sense of them while Brooklyn had the feeling she had seen these somewhere. But where?
"Can anyone else see this?" Dean looked around. Brooklyn shook her head.
"No I don't think so. Perhaps some kind of demonic invisible ink only seen in the veil."
"Any guesses as to what?" Dean looked over noticing her face was locked in concentration.
"Nope but I think we're about to find out," Brooklyn sighed.
Dean merely nodded as they carefully entered.
No demons or black smoke greeted them when they treaded through the entry way or as they approached the main room. Dean shot his arm out across Brooklyn's waist and pointed to the symbol on the floor with both reapers lying on the floor. The sound of footsteps alerted them to someone approaching. A man entered the room looking over everything with inky black pools. A demon.
They watched as another demon strolled in muttering something to the other. Dean vanished and appeared behind the first demon tapping him on the shoulder. The demon spun around greeted by Dean's fist crashing across his face. The demon fell back caught off guard by the attack. The other demon dodged his attack and grabbed the chain that was on the floor. The first demon joined in grabbing a second chain creating a circle around the hunters.
"It's salt!" Brooklyn stepped in the center away from the chains. Dean stood by her side as a third man walked in the room. He was taller and wore a beard.
"Kids I take it you found the place?" The eyes turned white and immediately Brooklyn realized who it was. Alistair picked up a shotgun approaching closer to the two. He knew they were trapped and couldn't escape which made his next move so much sweeter. Cocking the firearm, Alistair took aim launching a round of rock salt straight into Dean's chest. Brooklyn watched as he vanished then snapped her head at the demon glaring angrily at him.
"Rock salt's not so much fun anymore is it?" The demon jeered. Dean reappeared beside her visibly in pain and panting hard.
"Alistair you bastard," Brooklyn hissed through gritted teeth.
"Go ahead and try hitting me again hot shot. It's hard when you're not in you meat suit now isn't it?"
"Go to Hell," Brooklyn fired back but Alistair seemed to sigh in agreement.
"I would if I could but they keep sending me back up here to this arctic crap hole," the demon growled.
"So what you're here to kill death?" Dean found his voice.
"No, twice. It takes two to break a Seal. I figured when one vanished another would show up. They're like lemmings," Alistair chuckled as he took aim at Brooklyn with the shot gun.
"By the way it's good seeing you again Brookie," Alistair fired laughing as she vanished. Dean watched as he put the firearm down picking up a sickle in its place. He looked up and smiled knowing it was time.
"The moon's in the right spot, the board's set so let's get started shall we?" He grinned over at Dean. Brooklyn reappeared holding her chest and wincing in excruciating pain.
"Brook you okay?" Brooklyn blinked and straightened up nodding her head as she rose.
"Brookie so nice of you to join us. We were about to start the festivities," Alistair approached the first reaper.
"That's what you're gonna kill the reapers with? A little on the nose don't you think?"
Alistair snorted, "Is it? An old friend lent it to me. You know he really doesn't ride a pale horse? But he does have three amigos all jonesing for the Apocalypse. It pays to have friends in low places don't you think?"
The hunters could only watch as Alistair pulled the first reaper up and placed the sickle against his neck and started chanting an unknown language. Without warning the demon slit the reaper's throat and a bright blue light and violent rush of wind raced through the room as Alistair grabbed Tessa by the collar prepared to break the Seal. Brooklyn looked up seeing the iron chandelier and pointed Dean towards it. Together they started to focus on it as Alistair continued chanting.
Meanwhile in the hotel room Sam sensed he wasn't alone. Grabbing the gun and rock salt he lined the window and door then checked every corner and room.
"Come on out you bastard! What's wrong too scared to take on a hunter?!"
Sam goaded the unseen presence though he couldn't see it with his eyes, he could feel it. He started back towards Dean and Brooklyn but the demon was waiting for him. The blow struck the hunter deep in the solar plexus stunning him on the spot. The demon lunged but Sam saw the approaching monster and rolled to the side hearing the loud crash. He quickly grabbed the book and started reciting the spell with shaky words. He managed to finish the incantation as the demon jerked him back by the leg. Sam saw the gleam of the blade and fought back kicking the demon on the side. It jumped to its feet swinging the knife at the hunter only to miss the heart and instead land in the thigh. Sam hollered in pain but found the strength to recite the exorcism spell casting the demon back to Hell.
The chandelier rattled and snapped free from the supports crashing to the floor with a loud thud. It was all they needed to scrape away part of the symbol. Tessa vanished from Alistair's grip and quickly appeared by the chains freeing the hunters.
Brooklyn and Tessa stood outside the funeral home as Dean was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Dean?"
"I dunno but I'll look for him and you get outta here," Tessa nodded and vanished as Brooklyn sprinted down a dark street.
Dean woke up seeing Sam tending to the deep cut on his leg.
"Sam!" He rushed to his brother seeing the cut missed the main artery.
"I'll be fine Dean," he reached out retrieving a second clean towel and replacing the bloodied one.
"I'll get the bag," Sam nodded as Dean raced out to the Impala. The younger brother looked over seeing Brooklyn had not come back yet.
Brooklyn looked around the darkened street seeing no other soul. She quickened her pace and hurried down the street only to run into Alistair. The demon stepped closer backing the hunter towards the wall.
"You can't run Brookie, not from me. I'm inside that angsty little noggin of yours."
Alistair continued closing in on Brooklyn coming within inches of the hunter when a powerful bolt of lightning struck out of nowhere taking the demon with it.
"What the Hell??" She looked up confused as to what just happened.
"Guess again," Brooklyn spun around seeing Castiel standing there. A faint smile played across his lips as he turned to face the hunter.
"Cas what just happened?"
"You and Dean saved a Seal and we captured Alistair. Brook, this was a victory," Brooklyn hardened her stare feeling anger flooding her.
"Yeah well no thanks to you. Dean and I nearly didn't succeed," she didn't hide her irritation.
"Why do you say that?" Castiel appeared uncertain as to why she reacted in such a manner.
"Just tell me were you here the whole time?" The angel felt her accusing eyes stab right into his soul. He didn't want to see her so angry but she had to understand.
"Enough of it," he quietly replied.
"Oh well in that case thanks for the help with the rock salt!" her irritation turned into rage.
"Brook we couldn't penetrate the script on the walls," Brooklyn felt her anger get knocked down a few pegs and felt a little stupid for being so harsh.
"That was angel proofing," She realized. Castiel nodded.
"Why do you think I recruited you in the first place?"
"Recruited us? Why didn't you just come to me in the first place? Why all the sneaking around?"
"You haven't been exactly very receptive as of late. After I told you about your father you seemed to shut me out so I had use less than scrupulous methods."
"So you told Sam about the Seal and you pretended to be Bobby," Castiel nodded remaining silent.
"So everyone in town will die now?"
"Yes," the angel detected the sorrow within her voice.
"I know Dean doesn't understand it but…."
"You are special Brook," Castiel reached out and boldly touched her face letting his fingers run down her cheek before vanishing. Brooklyn shook it off deciding to make sense of it later.
"Brooklyn," Tessa appeared before her, "I could use your help."
Cole was watching his mom when the hunter and reaper appeared.
"Hi Cole," she greeted the boy.
"Thanks for nothing," he looked at Brooklyn feeling like she had betrayed him.
"Look at her Cole do you see how unhappy she is?" Tessa looked over at his mom who cried while looking at his baby book.
"That's why I wanna stay with her," he looked sadly at his mom.
"But Cole she can't let go because you can't let go of her. She can feel your presence here and it's causing her pain," Tessa gently explained.
"Well why won't anyone tell me what's on the other side?" Cole demanded.
"Well maybe because no one wants to ruin the surprise," Brooklyn nodded and smiled at him.
"That's not an answer," Cole crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes.
"She won't answer you Cole, reapers never do," Brooklyn sighed. "But Cole, you gotta trust me when I tell you it's a lot better going over than staying here. Because one day your family will move on and you'll be here alone with nothing left. I understand if you're scared Cole because it's okay to be scared."
"I'm not scared," Cole attempted to put on his brave front but Brooklyn knew better.
"Cole, we're all scared. That's the universal secret," Brooklyn admitted that she too had been scared.
"Will you be coming?" He looked up at Brooklyn who looked away before answering him.
"I may be there sooner than you think," She said with a hint of sadness in her voice.
Cole's shoulders dropped as he turned to look at his mom then over to Tessa and nodded his head. Brooklyn watched as the reaper took the boy in a loving embrace and vanish in a brief flash of light. Brooklyn turned watching his mom look up with a lightened expression on her face. She knew a dark veil had been lifted from her soul allowing her to finally have peace.
"Take care of him," Brooklyn fought to keep from choking up.
"Brooklyn take care of yourself. I've been around death from the get-go and something nasty's coming down the road. The angels gave you a second chance. Trust your instincts Brooklyn as there is no such thing a miracles."
"What do you mean?" Brooklyn asked but felt herself being pulled away back to her body. It was a rush for the hunter when she opened her eyes and sat up. Dean was there resting on his side looking at her with anxiety and concern.
"Brook you're back," he leaned in kissing those waiting lips.
"Yeah I am," she smiled knowing they had saved a Seal and helped a family find peace.
Next update.....A litte interrogation
