A/N: I do not own the guys and girls and since I am not making anything off these works please don't sue me Mr. Kripke. I do own the OC's that appear though. For the faithful readers following these stories: The feedback has been awesome and it is greatly and truly appreciated!! And now on with the story!!
This next arc takes place after the fight with Lilith and Samael in Memphis…
Brooklyn feels as if her world has come crashing down around her…
Brooklyn cried as she burst through the doors of the nightclub and out to the Memphis evening. She couldn't believe it! Not only did Dean torment the souls of the damned but he enjoyed it! He got a sick satisfaction in inflicting pain in many different combinations. She fought to block the images of Dean in Hell tormenting countless men and women, fighting to block out the screams of pain and anguish the escaped the mouths of the damned. The blood and entrails sliding down the rack coating his hands crimson as the sickening sound of his hands ripping out intestines, kidneys, stomachs, and other numerous organs from the sorry bastard strung up like a slaughtered hog and Dean was the butcher. The Butcher. The very name caused her to shudder as she hyperventilated and sobbed on the sidewalk.
Why didn't he tell her this!? She would have understood and even helped him. But no, he decided to keep this all hidden away from her and she had to learn the unsettling facts from that bitch Lilith! Did he not learn from what happened in Las Vegas!??! Didn't he figure out what lies do to people!? She had seen firsthand what lying and deceiving can do to relationships. Nothing good has ever come from telling lies in her experience. She walked down the street not caring that she was alone or that the sounds of thunder in the distance announced the approach of another storm. Brooklyn sensed that she wasn't alone as the sound of footsteps echoed her own. Her body tensed as she prepared to face her would be attacker.
Brooklyn spun around sending a right hook straight into the face of her angel. Castiel caught her punch mid air gently gripping her smaller hand in his larger one. His rich blue depths looked at her pain filled grey ones seeing the hurt Dean had yet again caused her. The hunter was blowing it with his charge big time. Brooklyn's eyes welled up with the hot bitter stinging tears causing the angel to wince at the sad sight before him.
"Why didn't he tell me, Cas? Hasn't he learned that lies always catch up to someone? Does he not trust me enough? Tell me, Cas. Tell me, what have I done wrong?" Her voice had trailed off into a whisper as Castiel took his charge in his arms whisking her back to the hotel. The angel gently let Brooklyn go sitting her down on the bed. He sat down next to her taking her in his arms as she cried into his shoulder. The angel knew he was going to need to have words with the older hunter. This was getting old and fast and Castiel was tired of seeing her being hurt. What was his malfunction as Brooklyn put it?
"Will you be alright, Brooklyn?" The hunter slowly nodded her head taking a deep breath. She pulled back and looked in his eyes feeling herself getting lost in the sea of piercing and yet beautiful blue depths.
"I'll be fine, Cas. I think I'm gonna pack my stuff. Will you take me home?" Castiel nodded at her cupping her face in his hands leaning in and pressing his forehead against hers.
"I must speak with Dean, Brooklyn, but I will return to take you home," he promised the hunter kissing her on the forehead. He stood and was gone in a rush of air and flap of wings. Brooklyn looked around spotting her bags on the chair rising and grabbing it. She started opening drawers pulling her clothes out and stuffing them in the bags. She wanted to go home but first she wanted to say goodbye to Dean even though a part of her didn't think he deserved that much.
As Brooklyn was preparing to leave, the brothers burst out the doors to find Castiel standing beside the Impala. Dean turned his head frantically as he called out for Brooklyn.
"Brook! Brooklyn!?" Dean cried out searching up and down the street only to be greeted with an empty roadway.
"You won't find her here, Dean" Castiel's voice sounded from behind them. The boys turned to find the angel standing there with his arms at his side as his face and eyes revealed nothing of what emotions or thoughts he entertained.
"Well then where is she Cas!?" The older hunter said in a demanding tone. He stepped up to the angel staring the seraph down. Dean's display of dominance didn't impress the angel one bit as he spoke.
"She's back at the room, but I warn you, Dean, choose your words with her wisely."
The angel vanished causing Dean to fill with rage as he raised his head up to the sky and screaming at the top of his lungs "What's that supposed to mean you cryptic son of a bitch!? HUH!? Answer me damn it!!"
Sam placed a calm hand on his brother's shoulder gently turning him around seeing the pain and anguish written clearly across Dean's handsome face.
"Dean, maybe we should go. Brooklyn deserves to hear the truth as do I," he calmly said as they hopped in the Impala and raced back to the hotel. Dean gunned the engine causing the tires to screech against the pavement as they sped back. Dean was hoping that she didn't leave him yet that she was still there waiting for him. His brother was right; Brooklyn did need to hear the truth from him.
As the Impala pulled up to the hotel, the lights were off in the room causing Dean's heart to sink. He feared he was too late and that Cas had taken her back to Phoenix and away from him. Sam watched as his brother jumped out of the car and sprinted to the door fumbling with the key card as the lock clicked open and he pushed the door open.
The room was dark as he stepped in but the lighting from the parking lot revealed the form of Brooklyn on the bed sitting with her bags at her feet. Her eyes were fixed on the floor as Dean entered the room. The bright lighting of the parking lot streamed through the curtains but didn't reveal the tracks of the tears that had been streaming down her strong face.
Brooklyn felt her throat tightening up as the tears rapidly welled in her eyes once again.
"Why, Dean?" she whispered praying that all Lilith and Samael said were bold faced lies and that Dean was too strong and that he didn't give in to Alistair's temptation. But what he said next would break her heart.
"I don't have an answer for you, Brook. I'm not going to lie to you either. I did get satisfaction in what I did in Hell. I did enjoy doing what I was doing to all of those condemned souls. I loved the power as it raged through me. Seeing that I was getting to do to those souls that I was put through for thirty years! Thirty long fucking years I was on that rack. Thirty long fucking years I was tormented and ripped apart. My humanity slipping away only to be put back together and have it ripped away again! You weren't there, Brooklyn. You weren't privy to everything that happened..."
"You're right I wasn't. But that doesn't change anything. You consciously knew what you were doing and you liked it. I don't even know where to start on that. And what about Lilith, is that true too? Did you fuck around with her? Were you ever going to say anything about that or hope that I didn't find out? Didn't you think it would have been fair for Sam?" Brooklyn's tone was accusing as she remained on the bed. Dean could feel his anger boiling at her stinging words. He fought to keep it in check but he exploded instead.
"Don't you even fucking defend Sam! He lied to me! Lied about not using his powers even when he promised as I was fucking dying in that room! And besides don't think that I haven't seen the way you act around Castiel! I've seen the way he looks at you when you don't notice, the way he acts and talks to you! And you sure seem to not have any problems with this! I thought you were with me, Brooklyn! I'm the one you love, not him! He's an angel for crying out loud! I can't even begin to start about how many levels of wrong that is! It's almost as if you're in love with him!"
That was the last straw for Brooklyn as she had heard enough of Dean's little temper tantrum. She rose grabbing a bag in each hand and headed to the door. Dean moved to block her way, to keep her from leaving him once again.
Brooklyn felt the tears rolling down her cheek and neck not caring if Dean saw the outright display of anger and betrayal. Dean was right though, she had developed feelings for the angel but she had devoted her heart to him, the hunter. But he was making this so damn difficult! Perhaps if they spent some time away it would help them heal from this latest fight.
Brooklyn continued to stand there staring at Dean with hard cold eyes, but the hunter remained in front of the door refusing to let her go. She knew it would be of no good to continue this stare down as Dean would do it all night if needed. Realizing she didn't have a choice, Brooklyn dropped her bags and went to sit back down on the bed. Dean sat down beside her taking her hands in his rubbing them with his thumbs. Brooklyn refused to look at him as she was feeling the rage and anger running through her. He realized that he had overstepped the line when he accused her of running around with Cas behind his back. But he had seen the glances exchanged, the way he would touch her and how they acted around one another. Dean didn't want to think that, no, Brooklyn was with him, it was him she loved, not Cas. He wished he could take back what he said knowing this was making it harder for him.
Dean didn't want her to go home to Phoenix; he knew he wouldn't be able to go on without her by his side. He was in love with her and he was going to fight to keep her with him. His body was trembling knowing Brooklyn could feel his hands shaking uncontrollably.
"Brook. Brook, listen to me, please? I'm sorry I didn't tell you any of this sooner. I just didn't want you to run when I did tell you. I guess I just didn't see the scope of how much you love me. And yes I did get "close" to Lilith. But it was only because I was alone and she took advantage of me while I was down there. Please, Brook, you gotta believe me. Just please, don't leave or hate me" Dean pleaded with her choking back the tears that were threatening to spill over. Brooklyn forced herself to look up at Dean seeing those gorgeous emerald orbs full of sadness and remorse. He was ashamed of what had happened in the Pit.
Brooklyn felt a part of her wanting to bolt from the room and never look back as the other part of her forced her to stay put and give the man a chance. Dean could see the range of emotions raging within her perfect grey orbs causing him to reach out and taking her in his arms. The warmth and love that his embrace offered made Brooklyn break down in her arms. Dean tightened his arms around her holding her for dear life as he ran his fingers through her hair.
"I just wish you would have told me this when you told me about Hell, Dean. I would've been upset, yes, but not feeling like you were lying to me all over again" she whispered as sobbed against him. He should've told her and now he regretted not telling her, telling her all of it.
"I'm sorry and I know that I won't be sorry enough for the pain I put you through but know this. I deeply love you and I know that you shouldn't hurt someone you love, but I did just that. If you leave me, I will let you walk out that door. I know I deserve it, Brook," though he said those words he was secretly hoping the opposite would happen.
Castiel watched the scene unfolding from the shadows knowing Brooklyn could sense his presence there. He had returned to take her home but realized Dean had beaten him there. Something made him look up to see Brooklyn staring at him. He nodded as the angel got the message loud and clear. Castiel made himself scarce as he would return later.
Brooklyn pulled back wiping away the tears only finding herself on the losing end of the battle. She kept wiping the endless rush of tears as Dean gently tilted her chin up looking straight into her red streaked eyes. He tenderly wiped away her tears knowing he had caused them yet again. He wanted to do right by her, show her that he truly did love her and wanted her and only her.
Dean leaned in pressing his lips tight to hers the bittersweet taste of her tears reached his lips as they remained there. Brooklyn didn't resist him and instead found herself deepening the kiss they shared. Dean pushed further running his tongue along her mouth begging for entrance. Brooklyn gladly obliged allowing him in feeling his tongue running along hers teasing and massaging. Dean sighed in her mouth as she ran her hands up inside his shirt gently raking her nails along his skin. He could feel his jeans growing tighter and more restrictive as his body was aching to be freed.
Brooklyn felt the anger and hurt inside giving way to the passion and lust that was rapidly rising within her body. She grabbed a hold of his shirt ripping it off his tight hot body. She pinned him down kissing his neck and collarbone while her hands slid down his sides and waist. Dean's breathing turned heavy as he started panting at her mouth moved lower down his chest towards his stomach. She paused teasing him by pinching and blowing on his nipples then nipped at each until they stood fully erect. She grinned wickedly feeling his body twisting and thrashing beneath her.
Her torment continued as she slowly moved down his front reaching the top of his jeans. She stopped watching him beg for her to continue. Dean knew she was punishing him for what happened earlier and punishing him she was. She traced her fingers along his abs raking her nails along his skin. She continued this slow methodic movement until Dean was nearly on the verge of tears.
"Brook, please…" Dean pleaded with her as his jeans were unbearable at this point. Seeing the telltale bulge mere inches from her face Brooklyn lowered her head biting at the sensitive spot. Dean hissed in pain but soon that pain was replaced by such unspeakable pleasure as he looked down seeing her kneading him in her hand.
"Had enough?" she hissed. Dean nodded his head in rapid fire motion knowing she had won this round. Brooklyn unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans as Dean groaned in relief at the freedom his hard erect ion was feeling. Brooklyn gripped his boxers and jeans roughly yanking them off in one swift motion. Dean gasped and hollered as the rough denim chafed his skin. Brooklyn suppressed a small grin as she took him in her mouth. His hands balled into tight fists as he gripped the sheets. His hips jerked and thrusted pushing him harder into her mouth to which she more than happily accommodated him.
His body shaking all over as sweat beaded upon his brow coating his face and neck in sweat. Brooklyn continued her slow full bobbing feeling him jerk within her mouth. Dean couldn't stand it anymore; this sweet agony was pushing over the edge. Dean gently pulled the hunter up hungrily taking her mouth within his tasting him upon those full luscious lips.
"This isn't fair, you know. You still being clothed and all…" he growled reaching up and tearing off her clothes. The carnal lust and hunger pulsed through his veins as the last shred of clothing was removed off Brooklyn's body revealing the toned beautiful body Dean so badly wanted and needed. The anger and pain still lingered in her soul but she forced it away as she felt the pressure of his body on hers. Dean parted her legs teasing her with his fingers. Brooklyn arched her back and cried out in ecstasy as her lover's hand pumped steadily in and out of her coating his fingers with the slick wetness of her body.
"I need you so much, Brook…" he whispered with lust and sadness in his voice. Brooklyn felt a tear roll down her face at his words. Dean bent down kissing away the salty tear from her face. A powerful energy took a hold of Brooklyn as she grabbed Dean's shoulders flipping him over.
She crashed her mouth against his while pumping his hard weeping erection. She wanted him, oh god did she ever want him. The kissing and stroking continued driving Dean close to orgasm. As his body tightened around him, the soft hand pulled away only to be replaced by a hot tight wetness that Dean could only describe as Heaven on Earth. Brooklyn straddled his hips long enough to feel her body adjust to him before she started roughly rocking her hips against his.
Dean grabbed her tight as she thrusted and rode him hard slamming her body against his. The sex turned hot and angry as Brooklyn slammed and thrusted harder feeling her heart racing wildly in her chest. All the pent up energy and emotions were coming out being purged as she continued fucking Dean. Brooklyn felt her body tingling and tightening and her breathing getting harder and more erratic as she neared her orgasm. She cried out as Dean's nails dug into her tender flesh as he arched his body harder matching her own forceful thrusting.
"Dean!" Brooklyn's voice echoed through the room as her body clamped around him like a soft velvet vise. He kept thrusting inside her knowing it was increasing the sensations his lover was feeling. Dean knew he deserved this rough sex after everything that happened but he found it so fucking hot the way she took control slamming and thrusting hard against him.
A growl that sounded like an animal's rumbled in Dean's throat as he grabbed Brooklyn's waist throwing her on her stomach then pulling her up on her hands and knees. Brooklyn screamed as he slammed inside her digging his fingers into her hips. Dean kissed her back and shoulders biting the sensitive skin. Brooklyn moaned and gasped as her tender skin felt the biting sensations. She reached beneath and fondled his underside getting the reaction she wanted. Dean groaned and whimpered as he felt his body teetering on the edge of sexual rapture.
"Brooklyn! Oh god!" He cried exploding deep within her. Brooklyn moved her hips colliding with his as her body clamped up around him again milking his tender erection until his body turned spent. They collapsed on the bed panting and breathing hard. Dean pulled Brooklyn into his body gently taking the red swollen mouth into his. Brooklyn reached up stroking his face as their mouths and tongues mingled together in a soft sweet dance. He pulled away opening his eyes seeing the anger and hurt gone replaced with passion and a fire that lit her soul a blaze. Dean felt his own soul crying over what he did to her. He lied to her again and yet she had stayed with him and gave her body to him so willingly.
"Brooklyn, listen, I…" Brooklyn pressed a finger over his lips to which he kissed. She watched as he gently took the rest of her fingers and tenderly kiss each one before kissing her palm letting his mouth linger for just a moment. The smell of sex and her mixed on her skin as he deeply inhaled the scent.
Brooklyn carded her fingers through his short sweaty hair pressing her forehead against his.
"Brooklyn, I know I will never be able to take back what happened and I know that you will never forgive me for this…" He was cut off by Brooklyn's lips pressed tightly against his. She pulled back again wanting Dean to hear her out.
"Dean, I will forgive you for this over time, but it doesn't change the fact that I still love you. I know you were in literal Hell and for that I will never be able to imagine what you were faced with. I am so sorry for what I said…."
"Don't be sorry, Brooklyn. You deserve to know the truth. I should've told you all of this but I didn't and yes I hoped it would've vanished and never come back up."
Brooklyn sighed linking her hand with Dean's kissing his hand. He leaned in wrapping his other arm around her holding her tight. He had fought for her and she stayed. He had expected her to leave him like all the others did, but she didn't. He allowed himself a small smile as she fell asleep in his arms.
Dean stayed awake watching her sleep peacefully. He couldn't let her slip through his fingers again. He was determined to keep her close.
Samael slammed his fist against the table. That bitch Brooklyn had stayed! No matter as he had one more ace up his sleeve. All he needed to do was convince Dean to head up to Denver and have Brooklyn meet him there. He smiled to himself as he plotted out the couple's demise…
Okay I know this was lengthy but I went into the make-up sex in depth…..Ok folks we are getting close to the end of this story...And again reviews are always love for me and my inner muse!!!
Oh I also typed some of the segments from chapters 11 and 12 from An Angel and His Hunter as these two stories ran concurrent with one another up to the night in Denver….
Metallikirk- Thanks for the awesome review!!!!