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

Brooklyn straightened up and exited the bathroom pretending as if nothing were wrong. Dean looked up seeing her cross the room and come sit beside him.

"You okay baby?"

"Yeah, too much water and pop that's all," she smiled.

Dean shrugged it off not wishing to question the peace she was feeling at that time. Instead he turned back to his dad's journal to see if anything else was written in regards to Doc Benton. As she sat beside Dean, the images bombarded her mind.

The woods were quiet as the man jogged through. The night was warm and humid and he always took the same route every evening.

The dark figure watched him from the bushes and waited until he passed by. The jogger didn't know what hit him. As he checked the heart monitor attached to his wrist, the assailant leapt out with a cloth in one hand. The powerful chemical overpowered the athlete as his world went dark.

The man came to in the dimly lit room finding his body strapped down and shirt removed. The heart rate monitor on his wrist continued beeping as he struggled to break free. The sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs as the man with suture scars hovered over him. With the scalpel in hand he cut deep into the man's chest. The man hollered and screamed in agony as his heart monitor beeped wildly. The man then cracked and pried apart the rib cage. The victim was beyond pain and now had passed out as the man reached in and pulled the still beating heart up and out of the cavity.

The monitor went silent.

"Brook?! Brooklyn can you hear me?!?!"

Brooklyn snapped out of her trance and looked over into the frantic face of her husband.

"Benton got another one," was all she said.

Sam started reviewing the maps as he felt a presence behind him. His hand slinked down for the gun hidden in his waistband.

"Now you know that little cap gun won't work on me," the voice rang out.

Sam spun around to see Tom standing there. The demon was grinning from ear to ear reminding the hunter of the Joker.

"What is it?"

Tom sat down across from the hunter and peered over the maps scattered on the table.

"Planning a little romantic getaway?"

"No. We're working a case for your information," Sam gathered up the maps in a neat pile.

"I have a lead on Lilith," he finally cut to the chase.

"Where?" Sam asked.

"Omens are popping up around a town called Pontiac Illinois."

"You know if Dean catches you here….."

"I know I know he'll go berserk on my ass. I only come by to offer assistance in your brother's little mission. He hasn't given up already has he?"

"No, he won't ever give up even if the odds are stacked up against him and Brook," Sam said sadly.

"Which is why I come bearing this gift. I know Dean doesn't trust me as I am a demon but I do remember what it was like…..being human."

Sam heard the sorrow in the demon's voice as he looked over at Tom.

"Did you really offer up your soul to save your sister in Salem?"

The demon nodded and looked down at the Formica table top.

"Yes and I would do it all over again without a second thought. She didn't deserve the punishment those hypocrites handed to her. She was innocent, a child of nature who helped the same people who accused her of black magic."

Sam felt a pang of pity for the demon which quickly vanished with the sound of the door opening and Dean stepping in.

"What the Hell is he doing here?" Dean demanded coldly.

"Dean, Tom says he knows where Lilith may be."

"Oh really now?" the older brother crossed his arms over his chest. Brooklyn entered the room and immediately froze at the sight of Tom.

"Hello Brooklyn, nice to see you again," Tom smiled briefly at the hunter.

"Too bad the sentiments are the same for me," she replied with bitterness.

"Well Sam the ball is in your court now. Either you can check out my lead or squander the chance to kill the demon that holds Brooklyn's contract."

Tom rose and walked around the hunters and glanced once more over his shoulder.

"Oh and by the way, I don't know how long she's going to be hanging around there but if I were you I'd make tracks."

Dean looked hard at Sam as if he were mentally chewing his ass out.

"Don't look at me like that. Tom has helped us out every single time so far. Don't you want to kill Lilith and save Brook?"

"Of course I do! But I don't trust him Sam. He is a damn dirty demon!"

Brooklyn listened at the two bantered back and forth before she finally whistled effectively breaking up the disagreement.

"Hey, I'm right here you know. You both don't have to talk like I'm an invalid or child! It's my soul that's got the expiration date remember?"

Dean's shoulders dropped and looked over at Brooklyn knowing she was right. He reached out and wrapped her in his arms.

"You're right Brook. I'm sorry, it's just that…."

"It's okay Dean. I want that bitch dead just as much if not more than you do. But let's finish this case up and then head west okay?"

"Alright," he whispered kissing her on the top of her head. Sam turned and spread the maps back out as Dean sat down to join him. Brooklyn pulled up the laptop and started typing up a lengthy email to Brady then one to Markus. She knew if they couldn't stop Lilith then she needed to let guardian and best friend know what they meant to her. They had stopped in just a week prior and Brooklyn had spent every waking moment with them both laying out what she wanted done when the time came.

Dean wasn't aware of what she did as she made Markus and Brady swear silence until she was gone. Brooklyn still held out hope that they would break the deal but she knew realistically she was going to Hell and Dean would be alone.

The hunter noticed the intense expression locked on Brooklyn's face as she remained hunched over the screen and continued typing furiously. He wondered what she was doing but knew she would tell him if it was important. Instead the hunter turned back towards the maps and spotted an area of interest.

"Sam check it out," Sam spied the area Dean's finger was circling around and nodded in agreement. There was an abandoned cabin marked on the hiking trail. Probably used at one time by the rangers.

"It's worth a shot," he stacked the other maps away.

Brooklyn wanted to go but her body was wracked with pain which Dean knew was caused by the curse. It was devastating to him to be unable to help her as the darkness continued ravaging her body more and more. The only thing that relieved her pain temporarily was the morphine and even then it was a matter of time before……

Dean suppressed the notion and administered the small amount watching as her body continued tensing and tightening. Sam noticed how bad a shape she was in and told Dean to stay.

"Sam are you sure?" The younger brother nodded his head.

"Yeah. Brook needs you Dean and it would be best to stay here with her."

Dean nodded and kicked off his boots before crawling in bed beside her.

"Sam," Dean gave him his gun as there were several more in the bag by the bed. Sam slid the gun in his waistband and hurried up and out the door.

"Dean…." Brooklyn groaned through the barrier of pain.

"I'm here Brook," he brushed away her hair and lightly stroked the side of her face.

"Sam….Benton…..Danger…." her words were slow and garbled but Dean heard his brother's name. Brooklyn's eyes rolled up into her head as she slipped into unconsciousness.

"Brook?" Dean checked her pulse finding a steady heartbeat against his fingers. The hunter sighed out in relief and gathered some supplies and weapons before heading out. He knew Brooklyn wasn't going anywhere as she was in a deep seated sleep.

Sam stops short of the cabin and kills the engine. With flashlight and gun in hand, the hunter approached the cabin, using the trees as cover. He peered around every tree he ducked behind until he figured it was safe. As he approached the cabin he found the door to be slightly ajar. Pulling his gun out, Sam slipped inside the inky blackness and clicked on the light.

On the table was a journal and Sam thumbed through it. What he learned was interesting to say the least. Benton had cracked the code to living forever as he had written down the formula details and all. He had to show Dean this. This could be what they've been searching for! Brooklyn didn't have to face Lilith after all!

He stuffed the book in his bag and headed down the stairs. The basement was lit by several dirty bulbs illuminating a medical workshop of horrors. Body parts were strewn in jars and bottles as there was a chute to dispose of the bodies when Benton was done. Still Sam moved on seeing the body of the runner Brooklyn had seen in her vision still on the table. His chest open and heart was missing.

As he examined the deceased, Benton charged up behind him and struck him on the back of the head.

Dean pulled up in a Jeep and saw his baby hidden a few yards away. He quickly darted through the clearing and slipped silently through the door. The open space was dark but the light coming from downstairs caught his attention.

"Well, someone's home," Dean padded to the head of the stairs and strained to hear Benton as he spoke.

"I know who you are. Your daddy ripped my heart out but I found a new one rather quickly. I need new eyes as you can see and yours will be perfect."

Sam struggled as Benton bent over to pluck out his eyes one by one. Dean stormed down the stairs and pumped the good doctor full of lead. Benton laughed and turned fisting a leathery hand in Dean's jacket and tossing him across the room like a rag doll. The hunter spied the knife and bottles of medical supplies and got an idea.

Benton returned to Sam who was fighting against the taut straps.

"This won't hurt….much," Benton gripped Sam's chin and placed the scalpel below his right eye.

Dean charged back stabbing Benton in the back.

"Do you really think that will stop me?" Benton laughed but quickly felt his body tingle and go numb as Dean waved the bottle of chloroform in his face. The hunter's face was the last thing Benton saw before passing out.

"Dean, he has the formula," Sam spat out excitedly as Dean freed his brother.

"What do you mean?"

"Benton, it's all pure science. No magic or anything supernatural."

Dean's mind soaked in what Sam was telling him as they hoisted Benton on the table and strapped him down. Sometime later the good doctor came around and fought against the restraints.

"Wakey wakey eggs and bakey!" Dean shouted.

Benton fought harder against the restraints as he spoke.

"Let's make a bargain. I'll give you the secret to my longevity in exchange for my freedom. Once in a lifetime chance here," he pleaded.

Dean coated a rag in chloroform and slapped it over the doctor's face silencing him.

Brooklyn was awake when the brothers came by and collected her. She was still groggy but coherent enough to understand what Dean was telling her.

"No," she shook her head.

"Brook, this our chance to outsmart Lilith."

"Dean, it's no way to live. Look at Benton, he's a monster. He has to kill people just to prolong his life for what a few years? How many have died because of his selfishness?"

"Brook….." Brooklyn placed a finger on his lips.

"Dean, I don't want to live like a monster. I would rather die first."

The hunter blinked back a tear as he saw the sadness in her grey eyes. She was resolved to take on Lilith and more than likely suffer in Hell.

"Brook, please…."

"Dean, I'm sorry but no. I know you are desperate to save me and for that alone is difficult enough. But not like this. Unlike Benton I still have a conscious and soul."

Dean took her hands in his before leading her towards the Impala. He knew he had just lost a chance to save the love of his life.

Okay only a few more left then I will work on the sequel!