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Brooklyn fights the GED as he has her right where he wants her…
Dean rushed the alleyway seeing through the dim lighting Brooklyn was losing the fight to live as her kicks and struggling were getting slower and weaker by the second. The GED turned his head to see the hunter charging though the alley with a look of anger and determination in those sharp green eyes. The demon merely sneered at the would be rescuer lifting a hand and slashing it mid air. Dean froze mid stride as an invisible force slammed him hard against the wall landing with a sickening thud.
Even though she was barely conscious, Brooklyn could hear Dean being tossed against the wall like a rag doll, hearing his head smacking against the brick wall. The demon turned back to his victim seeing her life slipping through her fingers.
"I can finally finish what I started in Kansas City. Give your family my regards," he growled in her ear as his eyes rolled back turning into empty golden pools. Brooklyn knew she had to make one more stand against this bastard that ruthlessly ripped her family apart. Feeding off the grief and anger that resided deep within her, something began stirring within the hunter burning brighter and higher. The demon sensed something changing in the hunter, something powerful.
Brooklyn opened her eyes greeting the demon with green and blue hues illuminating her eyes. The demon could sense it within her, the power coursing through her small body causing his taller form to tremble.
"That's right, Goldie, you messed with the wrong hunter," she snarled at the demon lifting her arms and locking the demon's elbows in place snapping them with a flick of her wrists. The demon yelled in excruciating pain letting go of the hunter dropping her to the pavement. Brooklyn landed on her feet crouching as she eyed her prey. The demon had ceased wailing as he willed the broken bones to heal and turned his attention to Sam. Brooklyn raced to the younger Winchester only to be beaten by mere milliseconds by the demon. Sam was still unresponsive as his body was slammed against the hard cold brick.
Reaching for the bag by Dean, she found the Colt seeing it had two bullets in it. Damn it! Well she better make these count she told herself sliding the gun in her jeans. Her eyes narrowed as she faced her query waiting for him to make the next move. Still crouched down, Brooklyn saw the the ladder above the demon and decided to make her move. Taking off in a dead run, she leapt up against the wall grabbing the hanging ladder delivering a calculated hard blow to the demon's head.
The force of her boot against the demon's skull sent the creature backwards releasing Sam's limp body. She jerked to the right catching Sam's lumbering body softening his landing. Making sure he was still breathing, she turned to face the demon that stood there with angry gold eyes.
"You have caused us nothing but trouble, Ravenwood!" the demon spat out moving towards her with inhuman speed. Brooklyn pulled the Colt out but the demon was on her before she could fire the first shot. She landed hard on the ground hitting her head hard on the pavement. A bright light exploded behind her eyes as her skull smacked against the hard concrete. She tensed up as a sharp blinding pain shot through her head and body making the demon grin wickedly at her.
"Not so big and bad now are you, Brookie. No matter though as no one is around to save your ass," keeping her pinned to the ground, the demon put the heel of his hand on her forehead and began chanting. Brooklyn felt something malicious reaching in her and tearing at her very soul. She cried out for Castiel, for Dean anyone to help. This only encouraged the creature as he grinned wider and continued the incantation. The incantation would ship her soul to Hell where Lucifer awaited her. The darkness enveloped Brooklyn as she struggled and fought the entire way refusing to give up but found herself becoming weaker and weaker as she could see the pits of Hell begin to open and Lucifer laughing and calling out her name.
The demon could feel her soul being ripped from her body and beginning to journey to Hell. But as she could feel the cold touch of the Fallen One upon her skin, something pulled her back as her soul was slammed back inside her body. Brooklyn could hear herself coughing and gasping for air like her life depended on it. And it did depend on her. A soft panicked voice was calling out for her though it sounded like she was in a tunnel or cave as she struggled to wake up. As she tried to focus her eyes she began to see the familiar shape of a certain seraph kneeling down beside her holding her in his arms so she could breathe.
"Cas…How…" she started to ask before a coughing fit gripped her body causing her to curl up as the pain was intense. She swore that she could smell brimstone and smoke with each cough and breath she took. She felt a warm hand on her chest as a gentle healing sensation coursed through her body. The pain and reminders of Hell were erased as if they never existed. Brooklyn looked up at Castiel smiling at the angel. He couldn't but help to smile back at her as he helped the hunter to her feet. Turning she saw Dean still slumped against the wall.
"Dean! Oh no, please be okay, Dean," Brooklyn rushed to his side gently moving him in her arms as she examined the injured hunter. "Cas, check on Sam," the angel nodded seeing the younger brother lying on the pavement. Brooklyn ran her fingers through his short blonde hair stopping at the back feeling something warm wet and thick. Pulling her fingers back she saw the blood on her fingers.
"Dean, can you hear me? Come on Dean, wake up, please? You are not going die, you hear me? I will not let you slip through my fingers, damn it! Dean!" she cried out seeing him remain still in her arms. Brooklyn didn't care if his blood was on her skin as she sat there holding him in her arms rocking slowly back and forth. Castiel had finished healing the younger brother when he saw Brooklyn rocking Dean's limp body. He hurried to her side but stopped when he saw the blue green hue in her eyes. This was something he was not permitted to intervene in but observe. He watched as Brooklyn tenderly ran her fingers across his face feeling the same power from within rising to the surface and run through her into Dean. She could feel him begin to move as the healing energy ran its course. He opened his eyes and looked straight up into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Blue and green orbs that slowly changed back to grey as the energy she was channeling returned within her being.
Dean sat up looking around feeling confused as to what happened as he sat up slowly noticing the small yet strong arms that supported him. Brooklyn felt her body trembling as it came down from the adrenaline rush she experienced during her battle with the demon but ignored her shaky form focused on the one in her embrace. The hunter turned pressing his forehead on Brooklyn's taking her face in his hands.
"I…I thought I lost you," she whispered straining against the rising tide of emotions screaming to break free. Dean shook his head stroking her cheeks with his thumbs never realizing how wonderful the touch of her hot skin would feel against his.
"You will never lose me, Brook," Dean softly declared taking her in a tender kiss showing her just how much she meant to him. He pulled back frowning.
"You're shaking," Dean's eyes filled with anxiety as his voice was laced with apprehension when he realized her small body was trembling against his.
"It's just the adrenaline wearing off, that's all," she waved off the hunter's worries rising to her feet only to have her knees buckle beneath her and give way. Dean reacted catching her in his arms and pulling her against him. Castiel watched the scene unfold as he suspected it was an after effect of her newfound abilities surfacing.
Brooklyn couldn't explain why she felt so weak after healing Dean but she figured it was from channeling her healing mojo trans Dean. But to the hunter it was worth every ounce of strength if it meant saving him, her hunter and lover. Dean had carried her back to the car despite her rather vocal protests of such treatment.
"Really, Dean, I'm okay now. You can put me down now," she protested rather loudly as he kept her firmly in his grip forcing his way through the moving sea of drunken people. Sam followed never taking his eyes off the pair knowing soon his plan would come full circle. All he had to do was be patient and patience was a virtue he was all too familiar with. Castiel had left once Dean assured the angel Brooklyn would be okay. Samael knew the angel was sweet on the hunter for he had seen the way the blue eyed one looked at her when he thought no one else was around and feel the emotions the angel secretly harbored for Brooklyn.
This could definitely be to my advantage….Samael said to himself feeling a smirk creeping up one corner of his mouth.
Brooklyn curled up next to Dean as he drove them back to the hotel resting her head on his lap feeling drained as if something had sucked the life out of her leaving only an exhausted shell behind. Dean could see Brooklyn was weary and tired as she lay there silent and motionless. He knew she had saved his life, bringing him back from the dark recesses of purgatory. And for that he would forever be eternally grateful. She had been willing to sacrifice her own life if it meant he would breathe again, walk again and fight again. He felt his love for her deepen moving him in ways he never thought possible. It was then he had made his decision about his future with her.
This woman, this hunter had done something no other woman had ever been able to successfully do: steal his heart. Tomorrow he would need to go and pick up the last piece of his gift for her.
The Impala roared into the motel parking lot coming to a stop. Dean killed the engine and lights taking a minute before stepping out and jogging around to collect a now sleeping Brooklyn from the passenger side. Sam stepped out keeping a stone face watching the older hunter gather the smaller hunter and heading to their room. Dean quickly told his brother goodnight as he shut the door behind him. Sam narrowed his eyes as they glowed yellow and glared at the room with the lone light on in the window. The day of reckoning couldn't come soon enough.
Dean lowered Brooklyn on the bed pulling her boots and jacket off placing them on the chair before peeling his own boots and jacket off. Gathering her sleep pants and shirt, Dean carefully changed Brooklyn out of the dirty clothes and into cleaner comfortable clothes. Once she was taken care of, Dean stripped leaving his boxers on but putting on a shirt. Pulling back the covers, he joined Brooklyn who was still in a deep slumber.
He didn't turn off the light right away but rather opted to watch her as she lie sleeping beside him. Her copper tresses were still pulled back neatly in the hair tie leaving a few wisps free. She looked so peaceful, so at ease not having the weight of the world on her small but sturdy shoulders. Dean knew she had been through a lot growing up getting into trouble at school and constantly having to fight off those who tormented her. She had very few friends two being Juan and Brady. That was more than he had but now he had Brooklyn and it erased that hole in his heart. He wished that he had met her sooner in life….
Dean shook off the thoughts and what ifs finally turning off the light and settling in. He scooted over wrapping his body around her smaller yet warm frame in a protective manner. He gently kissed her and pressed his forehead to hers feeling his body give way to the call of sleep.
The first light of the morning streaked through the curtains hitting Brooklyn square in the face. Groaning she turned over on her stomach hoping she could fall back asleep only to find her body waking up ever more as she lay there. Looking over at the clock she could make out the time as 6:35 causing her to groan again. Her body sore and stiff from the night before as she recalled her encounter with the gold eyed demon. Brooklyn's memory was hazy at best when she tried to recall some aspects of that violent encounter. She could remember Dean and Sam being hurled against the walls and then she was holding Dean in her arms and then it went blank from then until the point Dean began to come around. She remembered Cas showing up but when the angel had arrived the yellow eyed coward had vanished.
It was then she realized one crucial fact: the Seal wasn't broken and remained intact. Brooklyn didn't shed innocent blood! A small smile crossed her face as she felt a tiny surge of victory rise within her. Cas was wrong, she didn't put them one step closer to Hell on Earth but yet again maybe it was a test to see what she would do under so called battlefield conditions. Either way it didn't matter now.
Slowly stretching her sore aching body, Brooklyn sat up and walked towards the curtains closing them tighter. Turning around she strolled towards the bed where the familiar form of Dean could be seen beneath the covers. The slow rising and falling of his body told the hunter he was still asleep as she crawled back into bed. It was nice to see him at peace not reliving the time he spent in Hell. The nightmares had plagued him on and off and once before he had hit her square in the jaw when she fought to calm him. When he had come to, Dean was beside himself with grief seeing the bruise that was forming on her face. Brooklyn had held no ill will towards him as she knew he was reliving Hell.
Cas, on the other hand, wasn't so forgiving at first. He was appalled to see the red mark that was turning purple and yellow. The spot was tender and swollen causing Brooklyn to flinch when the angel had touched her injury. Her head jerked backward and her face was contorted in pain but she allowed Cas to touch the sensitive spot repairing broken vessels and inflamed tissues until it was as if nothing had happened.
She was grateful for the angel being in her life as he had protected her on several occasions. The first time was in New Orleans where they first met and she learned he was assigned to guard and protect her. Dean was so panicked when she returned to the room. Brooklyn had felt a stab of pain and guilt over what she felt when the angel healed her. But she had shaken it off and focused on Dean.
She had been thinking about their relationship and where they stood with things. She thought about how far they had come along since first meeting in Marquette, Michigan. So much had occurred since then. Brooklyn learned a great deal from the Winchesters and it was because of Dean she had opened her heart back up once again. If someone was to tell her that right after Nate died, Brooklyn would have dropped kicked their ass in an instant. The wall around her heart had been torn down as she could feel a part of her soul was lost to Dean. But she could feel a part of his soul filling that void with a warming sensation that spread throughout her.
The pressure of Dean's body against hers snapped her out of her thoughts dragging her back to the present. His arm snaked around her body drawing her in to his eagerly waiting body. Brooklyn felt his hot calloused hand sneak up her shirt capturing one of her breasts cupping and massaging it. Rolling her eyes and grinning she turned to see a set of wild green eyes sated with lust and love.
"Something you need?" she managed to say before Dean's mouth crashed into hers. Teeth and tongues fought for dominance as the lovers gripped and tore apart the thin cotton layers that separated their bodies. Dean could feel Brooklyn trembling beside him knowing she wanted him, needed him. Their hands groping and caressing every inch of flesh and skin they could grip. Dean flipped her over placing Brooklyn on her back keeping his mouth firmly over hers. A sigh escaped her lips as she relented to her lover giving her body and soul to him.
Dean watched as she slept in his arms noting the loose coppery strands that fell across her face. She looked even more beautiful than before. Dean gently released Brooklyn from his embrace slipping in the shower as he had some business to tend to.
With keys and wallet in his jeans, Dean leaned over kissing the resting hunter lightly before hurrying out the door. The market was full of early morning risers and shoppers wandering from vendor to vendor leisurely. Dean weaved in and out of the crowds until he saw the craft booth. The elder man smiled at the hunter as he approached the long table.
"My grandson worked late into the night to ensure this would be ready," he held out a weathered leathery hand which held a small pouch. Dean gingerly took the cerulean bag pulling the leather strap loose. His eyes went wide as he pulled out the ring. It was perfect! He could only hope Brooklyn would feel the same way.
"Tell your grandson he is the best!" The elder man chuckled softly at the younger man's excitement. He waved as Dean hurried off eager to get back to Brooklyn.
As Brooklyn rested she was unaware of the presence in the room. Samael slowly approached the sleeping hunter with yellow and black pools focused on Brooklyn.
What are you doing????
I told you I liked your brother's choice in women….
You stay the Hell away from her damn it!!!
Or you'll do what Sam? Hmmmm?
Samael grinned as he could feel Sam fighting against the darkness that bound him. The demon got closer as he could hear her heart beating steadily and her scent fill his nostrils. Samael licked his lips thinking of all the things he wanted to do to her. He reached out slowly pulling the blankets away from her exposing the bare skin beneath.
His heart pounding in his chest, Samael pulled the blanket further down until Brooklyn's naked form was exposed for him to see. Samael sat on the bed and slowly ran his hand along her side feeling the heat from her body reaching his fingertips. She remained still as he leaned in and kissed her. Brooklyn stirred against the demon turning away as if she could sense the demon in her sleep.
Hardly deterred, Samael kicked off his boots and pulled off the shirt and jeans he wore lowering his form beside hers. Brooklyn opened her eyes to see not the form of Sam but Dean before her. He grinned at her taking her mouth in his feeling her giving in to him. She held him tight as the touch of soft warm lips pressed against her neck and collarbone. Brooklyn reached down sliding off his boxers feeling her need for him rising.
The mirror reflected Brooklyn locked in the arms of Samael as her eyes continued to deceive her.
Come on Sam, you know you want this…I'll let you take over…
No, this isn't right!
I've read your thoughts and I know how you want her, Samuel…You don't think Dean deserves her…
SHUT THE HELL UP!!!!
Alright if you insist on being this way I'll just….
No, please, don't hurt her!
Then do it!!!
Sam looked down at Brooklyn as she saw Dean being the one above her.
Forgive me, Brooklyn…
He flipped Brooklyn over on her back and lowered his body upon hers not holding back the tears that were welling within his eyes.
Just then the sound of the Impala roaring into the parking lot saved Sam from doing the unthinkable. Brooklyn watched in confusion as Dean grabbed his clothes and vanished before her eyes. Just then the real Dean entered with breakfast and coffee. Brooklyn shook her head and rubbed her eyes and face. Thinking she was dreaming again, she looked down seeing the blankets had been pulled back. Did she do that???
"Brook, you okay? You don't look so well, babe," Dean set the bag and cups down sitting down beside the confused hunter.
"Yeah, I think I'm alright. It's just that I had the most realistic dream. I woke up and you were on the bed and I swore it was so real, I mean I could feel the warmth of your skin, the taste of your lips upon mine and even other parts were rather real," she blushed at the last part. Dean grinned as he leaned in kissing her feeling Brooklyn returning the gesture.
"Wanna make that dream a reality?" he whispered lustfully. She responded by ripping off the hunter's clothes and pinning him on the mattress.
"Whoa, I love it when you…" Brooklyn cut him off by crashing her lips hard against his.
".." she growled into his mouth slamming her hips hard against his.
Looks like Samael's plan was thwarted…Perhaps someone or something was watching out for her??? Next chapter and arc up soon! For everyone out there reading and bearing with me…This story has definitely taken a life of its own….And remember reviewing allows for my muse to thrive!!! So please do review as they are appreciated!!!