A/N: I don't own anyone but my OCs….though I wished I owned the guys….*sighs*
"So you two being zapped was because of an angel?" Sam asked. Brooklyn and Dean both nodded at the same time.
"Yeah, Cas's boss," Dean replied with a snarky tone and rolled his eyes.
"He said I was to continue the line as it was meant to be," Brooklyn had her fingers and thumb resting against her forehead as she took a long drink of whiskey.
"Hey easy there tiger," Dean gripped the bottle by the neck and took it from her hand. Brooklyn didn't fight back or resist as he pressed it to his own lips and took an equally hard swig.
"We have to find my father," Brooklyn looked up at the brothers, "Maybe he can clear up a few things."
"Yeah if we can find Queen Bitch herself, Lilith," Dean reminded her.
"Well in the mean time I say we work jobs while searching for omens. Maybe Cas came up with something," Sam suggested. Brooklyn merely shrugged her shoulders. Dean knew she was depressed over everything that happened with Zachariah. She missed her father greatly though she wouldn't admit it outright and knowing Lilith had him holed up somewhere wasn't helping her cope any better.
For several days they traveled from town to town until they wound up at Rockingham, North Carolina. There were reports of strange phenomenon in a building that housed upscale flats while housing a comic book shop on the ground level.
"Oh man I don't feel so great," Sam held his stomach and groaned in pain.
"Told you not to eat that burrito from the gas station," Dean looked at him through the rearview grinning with an I told you so smile. Sam flipped him the finger as the loud gurgling of his stomach filled the car. He groaned again and swore he was gonna die if they didn't get to hotel.
The Impala wasn't even in park when Sam leapt from the car and towards the lobby bathroom. Brooklyn looked down at her watch then over at Dean.
"I think Sam just broke a world record."
Sam continued hugging the toilet in his room while Brooklyn and Dean headed out.
"After we play good cop bad cop, we need to get Sam something," Brooklyn saw Dean nodding at her.
The clerk looked up as Brooklyn and Dean entered. The hunters were dressed in suits with long black jackets. Brooklyn felt as if she was nearly swimming in Sam's jacket. Normally she didn't go out on the recon missions but with Sam hugging the porcelain god she was only other one able to do it.
"Uh- Can I help you?" The portly man greeted the pair. Brooklyn and Dean whipped out their fake badges.
"Sure hope so. Agents DeYoung and Shaw," Dean replied using the professional tone. "Just need to ask you a few questions."
"Have you noticed anything strange in the last couple of days?" Brooklyn asked. She reminded the clerk of a hotter version of Scully.
"Like what?" He shrugged his shoulders.
"Some other tenants reported flickering lights," Brooklyn continued.
"Uh I don't think so why?" he looked at the pair with a strange look.
"Well what about noises like skittering in the walls? Sound like rats?" She asked.
"And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?" The clerk was skeptical at this point about the validity of the identities.
"Okay well what bout cold spots or sudden drops in temperature?" Brooklyn went on. Suddenly the clerk was grinning like a fool. He laughed and clapped his hands once.
"I knew it! You two are LARPing aren't you?!" Brooklyn and Dean shared a confused look then turned back to the clerk.
"Excuse me?" Dean asked unsure of where the conversation was heading.
"You're fans!" The clerk exclaimed excitedly.
"Fans of what and what the Hell is LARPing?" Brooklyn tilted her head at the man.
"Like you two don't know," The clerk grinned even wider. Brooklyn shook her head and had a perplexed expression on her face. Dean just looked at the clerk like he had gone off his meds.
"Live Action Role Playing! And from what I'm seeing very hard core too," the clerk gestured to the attire they wore. Brooklyn looked down at her pant suit and Sam's coat as Dean just looked dumbfounded.
"Sorry but I have no idea what you're talking about," Dean finally said.
"You two are asking questions about whether or not a building's haunted! Just like those hunters from the books – what were they called….Supernatural," the light clicked on for Tiny while the lights remained out for the hunters.
"Two guys and a chick who use various rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires…." The clerk went on to explain.
"Now what were their names? Steve Dirk and Brenda? Uh…Sal Dane and Bonnie…."
"Sam Dean and Brooklyn?" Brooklyn looked pointedly at the clerk.
"That's it!" He snapped his fingers.
"You're saying this is a book?" Dean asked.
"Books, it was a series though it didn't sell a lot of copies. It became more of an underground cult following," the clerk stood and crossed the store to the Bargain Bin and looked through the piles while Brooklyn and Dean looked at one another with anticipation.
Tiny pulled out one and handed it to Brooklyn, "This one was the first one I think."
Brooklyn saw the title "Woman in White" and flipped it over and starting reading the excerpt from the back.
"Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths…." Brooklyn looked over at Dean as he knew exactly where that was from. He took the book from her fingers and read it for himself.
"We're gonna need every copy of Supernatural you have," he looked up at Tiny.
Sam was now horizontal on his bed when Brooklyn and Dean returned. He lifted his head seeing the pair with a large paper sack and a smaller plastic one.
"How did it go?" His voice was hoarse from all the praying he did to Ralph. Brooklyn fished out the Ginger Ale and nausea medicine and handed both to him.
"Interesting doesn't even begin to cover it," Dean pulled one of the books out tossing it over. Sam caught it while remaining flat on the bed. He looked at the title "Sealed in Blood" then looked straight at Brooklyn.
"Someone's been writing our life's stories," she sat down beside him as he read the small excerpt on the back.
With Sam and Dean dead by Ruby's hand, Brooklyn vowed to save them both. She kissed Dean promising to fix as she knew what had to be done. Quickly gathering what she needed, the hunter reached the Crossroads and burned the contents within the tin box.
Sam lifted his eyes stunned at what he had just read.
"Yeah, that was when I made the deal," she confirmed his curiosity.
"This is fucking insane," Brooklyn was sprawled out on the bed with one of the books in her hand. Three other copies rested nearby waiting to be read. Brooklyn rubbed her eyes then picked back up.
"I mean everything's in here Dean and I do mean everything. This Carver Edlund nailed our wedding and wedding night down to beads of sweat that glistened off my naked body. You're fully frontal," Dean raised his eyebrows and snatched the book from her hand.
"Of course you would wanna read the porn," she rolled her eyes. Sam made a face.
"Hey keep it down…I don't wanna know about your sexcapades," Sam put up a hand feeling his stomach churn. Dean kept reading intrigued by the details of every single hunt and time he and Brooklyn had sex. How the Hell does he know all of this?
"Hey Brook," Brooklyn looked up from Sam's laptop, "this guy even knows about that trick you do with your tongue and finger."
"Hey! Too much information!" Sam shouted from the bed. He knew Dean was doing it to annoy him but he wasn't about to let Dean know it was working.
"Dean, leave Sam alone. He doesn't need to know about the the role playing we do from time to time," Brooklyn said it with such calmness it scared Sam. She looked over at Sam and grinned before turning back to the computer.
"Fuck you both," he groaned rolling over with the pillow on his head.
"How come we never heard of them?" Dean rolled over and looked up at Brooklyn.
"They're pretty obscure according to the site and had almost zero circulation. Let's see here; they started in '05 and the publisher put out a couple dozen before going belly up. And the last one, "In My Time of Dying," ends with my one way ticket to Hell being punched."
Brooklyn turned the laptop around for Dean to see. He looked with wide eyes.
"I said it once and I'll say it again: Fucking insane. Oh my god Dean there's fans! Come here and read this," Dean looked over her shoulder reading some of things posted.
"Brook did you see this? Man for being fans they sure do bitch a lot. Listen to what Sympatico had to say about the books. The demon storyline was trite, clichéd, and overall craptastic."
Brooklyn snorted, "Well screw you Sympatico, we lived it."
"Well it just gets better, Brook. There are SamGirls, DeanGirls, and BrooklynGirls and boys! Hey Brook what's a slash fan?"
Brooklyn snickered as Dean raised an eyebrow at her, "Uh something you wanna say?"
Brooklyn looked at what Dean was pointing at.
"Well it means Sam slash Dean. But it looks like there are those who like seeing all three of us 'together'."
"Like together together?" Dean looked up feeling ill all over.
"Uh yeah," she answered.
"They do know Sam and I are brothers right?"
"Doesn't matter to them Dean. Hell, they have all three of us in some rather interesting situations."
"Aw come on- that's just sick!" Dean closed the laptop and rubbed his face. Damn some people were deranged. Demons he got, but people were just plain crazy.
"Do you want me to help you forget all about that?" She playfully nipped at his ear and lightly licked his lobe. Shivers show down his spine but Dean straightened up seeing Sam still on the bed.
"Oh yeah," he whispered.
"Please do…." Sam peered from the pillow. "I'll work on finding where this Edmund Carver lives."
Brooklyn and Dean hurried back to their room unable to keep their passions contained much longer. Once the lock clicked, the hunters were all over one another grabbing cotton and denim letting spill to the carpet.
"You want me to do that special trick?" Brooklyn asked with a husky voice. Dean could only grunt and thrust his hips upward. She slowly lowered her head tracing his body with her tongue as her fingers slid between his legs and lightly teased the highly receptive section of skin between his cock and ass. Dean gripped the comforter until his hands went numb and knuckles turned white. The short shallow gasps told Brooklyn she had hit the right spot. Dean closed his eyes keeping them shut tightly when he felt her tongue run up and down the underside of his solid hard erection. The protruding vein throbbed at the attention it received bringing Dean the purest and most mind blowing ecstasy he had ever experienced.
"Oh….god…..Brook….." Dean sputtered. Brooklyn grinned and went lower still. He cried out at the delicate sucking and licking feeling as if he would lose it right then and there. Her finger dipped between his tight ass circling around the tight ring feeling him tense when she gently protruded but let him relax pushing deeper and pressing against his prostate.
Waves of pleasure swept over him rushing him closer to climax. But Dean didn't want to finish this way. No, he wanted her. Brooklyn detected his body shift upward feeling the hot hands of her lover bring her to him. Her eyes had become glazed over and pupils dilated revealing she was ready. His body slowly lowered on top of hers pinning her into the mattress just as he thrusted inside of her.
"So bad…" he whispered lustfully in her ear. "So so bad….."
Brooklyn knew her touches and caresses hurled her lover into the deep sea of sated bliss and knew he loved her for it. Their bodies slammed hard and ground up against one another sensing the other's climax rapidly approaching. Brooklyn arched her body as high as she could wanting him to go deeper in the wet tightness. Dean held her up with one had never losing his rhythm with her body. Sweat rolled down their skin coating their bodies quelling the dry friction.
She sighed deeply at the sensation of his lips pressed against her neck feeling her body and soul come together as one. Dean gathered his lover embracing her tight as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure. He covered her face and neck with light but sensual kisses feeling his own release coiling deep within him. Brooklyn dug her nails into the tight globes of his ass forcing him harder and deeper until he couldn't stand it any longer…..
Dean panted and whimpered her name before he exploded filing her body with his release. His face turned red and teeth clenched together lasting several moments before it passed over leaving in its wake a sated content man.
"I know I'm bad….." Brooklyn whispered in his ear. Dean looked deep into her eyes noticing the twinkle of mischief dotting the rich gray hues.
"Very bad indeed," Dean pressed his lips tenderly to hers.
Next update soon....