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

The Crocotta had sapped a great deal of strength out of Sam and Dean leaving them injured and exhausted as they tended to their wounds.

"I see they improved your face," Dean snickered as he wiped away the blood from his face.

"Right back atcha," Sam snapped back.

Brooklyn was seated on the bed with an ice pack firmly against her face. The Crocotta had taken a swipe at her across the left side of her face leaving a bruised cheek. They had checked out Pontiac but Lilith had long since gone, moving on to another site. Brooklyn knew she had a week left and Dean was feeling it as well. He was grasping straws turning desperate for anything, something that would save his hunter.

Dean wiped away the remnants of blood and brushed past his brother to see Brooklyn sitting still on the bed with ice pack attacked to her face. The mattress shifted with the weight of his body as the hunter sat down beside her.

"How you feeling?"

"Like shit," she sighed and pulled the pack away from her face. Dean tenderly brushed his fingers along the cold red spot feeling the swollen skin beneath.

"Did you want something?" He twisted around and retrieved the medical bag.

"No, it doesn't hurt that bad."

Sam was at his laptop but could hear the conversation, not that he was eavesdropping on purpose.

"This Crocotta really socked it to me Dean. It went straight for the jugular."

"That was pretty harsh to pretend it was your mom."

"Yeah," Brooklyn nodded sadly. "For a fleeting moment I thought it was her, it was really her."

"Brook, I'm sorry…." Dean started to say but Brooklyn quickly thwarted him.

"I wanted to believe so badly that there was a way out of this. I mean I'm staring down the barrel of this thing. You know, Hell, for real forever. And I'm just….I'm scared Dean. I'm really scared," her voice trailed off.

Dean drew her within his arms comforting the upset hunter.

"I know. I'm scared too," he confessed.

"I guess I was ready to believe anything. The last act of a desperate soul…." She blinked away the tears letting them fall.

Dean wanted to tell her that it would alright, that this was but a long never ending nightmare to which both would wake from soon. But he knew that was a lie. The hunter had sought out every seer, medium, psychic and shaman only to get the same response from every single one. There was nothing that could be done.

They sat there holding one another with Dean holding her tighter against his solid frame. The warmth of her body provided a reassurance for Dean as he swore he could hear the ticking of a clock somewhere off in the distance. He blocked it out instead focusing on the beating of her heart in rhythm with his own.

Sam had slipped out and decided to head to the library leaving Dean and Brooklyn alone. As he came upon the Impala a shadowy figure was leaned comfortably against it.

"Told you you should've made tracks and now you've lost the scent," Tom chided Sam.

"Gee thanks for the support," Sam fired back.

"Look, Brooklyn has a week left before blackout and yet here you two are doing your rendition of National Lampoon's Family Vacation."

"We went to Pontiac and she was gone, Tom. Lilith decided to cut vacation a bit short," Sam was growing irritated with the demon.

"Well I don't have any more leads seeing as I have been marked as a traitor to the other side. No one wants to be caught dead with me right now."

"Not my problem, Tom."

"Fine, suit yourself. But when the hellhound comes for Brooklyn, don't come screaming to me for help," Tom turned to walk away.

"Tom, wait," the demon spun back around waiting impatiently for Sam to speak.

"What is it now?"

"Look, I know you're not exactly in Dean and Brooklyn's fan club but you have been right about so far."

"I know your brother and Brooklyn have never trusted me but there are those of us who don't tow the party line if you know what I mean."

Sam thought about that for a moment. Maybe there was still hope for Brooklyn though it wasn't the manner that Dean was wishing to go by.

"Give me your phone," Sam stuck out his hand. Tom fished out the phone from his host's pocket and placed it in the waiting palm. He watched as Sam punched in his cell saving it then handing it back over to Tom.

"Call me if anything comes up. As you said, Brooklyn has a week left."

Tom smiled then vanished leaving Sam alone by the car.

Dean and Brooklyn were now sprawled out side by side nose to nose. Sam had left saying he wanted to get research done which left the hunters alone. Dean lazily carded his fingers through her hair watching as the copper strands landed lightly around her face. She was so beautiful.

The stress and pain that had been dominant in her eyes for so long melted away to reveal a gentleness and softness that Dean had forgotten was once there. He closed his eyes allowing his other senses to take over as her finger lightly traced along his chiseled jaw. Her touch sent jolts of electricity through his body numbing the pain that tore at his soul. He knew they had one week, seven days then the clock would reach zero.

Brooklyn continued outlining his beautiful features with her fingers, committing every trace freckle and line to memory. The scent of his body wash tickled her nose filling her mind with the traces of ocean spray. His spiky blonde hair befitted her hunter as they were rigid and stood firm like he always did.

Dean found himself gently gripping her hand and pulling it towards his waiting lips. Brooklyn watched as he kissed each finger letting each digit linger upon his warm full mouth before moving on to the next. A moan rumbled in her throat as he moved down her palm then along her wrist. His other hand slipped down between their bodies and hastily undid the button up shirt. Dean replaced her wrist with her sultry pouty lips loving the feel of hot velvet pressed tightly against him.

Brooklyn shimmied out of her shirt while Dean pulled his black one up and over his head. His amulet rested comfortably between her breasts which to Dean appeared fitting as after all, he had her heart. She kicked her jeans off allowing her lover to slip them off her ankles.

Dean caressed her calves letting his lips run along the silken smooth skin. Brooklyn gasped as his hand slid between her legs and teased her through the cotton boy shorts. The hunter felt her body respond as the small damp spot rapidly grew with each swirl of his finger.

"Dean… please…." She whimpered.

He couldn't say no to that sweet voice. Brooklyn looked up through half lidded eyes, watching the last of her clothing vanish off her body feeling so open but free around him. Dean was already undressed and sitting on his heels. His rich emerald orbs took in her naked body remembering the first time they had given themselves to one another. She was hesitant to give her heart to another but Dean had slowly worked at proving he was worthy of her love.

Carefully he lowered his body on top of hers sensing a shift in his hunter's hips and legs. He gazed upon her with love swelling in his eyes and soul. Brooklyn captured his lips with her own aching for more. Dean let the need take over his body and thrusted inside her. He held back desiring to make this last between them. The hunter rocked his body gently against hers letting the damp heated walls rub against his cock.

For Brooklyn it was like the first time all over again. Her body responded and thrusted her hips up to to meet his as he came down. Dean had to remember to breathe as the sensations his mind and body were feeling had made him forget the basic motion. Brooklyn reached out stroking his sweat beaded face.

"Dean, breathe," she whispered.

Dean didn't respond instead the hunter gathered her in his strong arms and lifted her off the bed. She wrapped his legs around his waist and saw where they were headed. The hunter eased both their bodies in the plush chair with Brooklyn straddled a top of him. She placed her hands on his shoulders for support as she steadily rode him. Dean held her by waist guiding her as she felt the orgasm pooling within her abdomen. The short moans and pants slid past her lips as her body shook and writhed on his body.

"Dean…" she threw her head back and relented to the powerful wave that coursed and pulsed through her body. Dean groaned then tilted his head towards her kissing her chest. He pulled back seeing her face streaked with tears as more continued to leave tracks upon her face.

"It's alright Brook…." He whispered reassuringly before pulling her lips to his. Their tongues danced madly around the other as Dean felt the familiar pooling and coiling beginning deep within his body. He thrusted harder against her unable to stop or slow down. Dean groaned her name and pressed against her shoulder as he spilled inside her body. Brooklyn locked their hips together not wanting him to move, she was breathing hard and her heart was pounding hard in her chest.

Dean pulled her back down kissing her gently and running his hands down her damp sweaty back before coming to rest on her bottom. Minutes passed before they finally broke apart forced to come up for air. He reached out wiping away the few tears that remained on her cheeks with his thumb.

"I love you Brooklyn Addison Winchester," his voice cracked through several tones.

"And I love you Dean Jonathan Winchester," she didn't hold any emotions back in her declaration.

When Sam returned several hours later he found Brooklyn and Dean clothed, showered and sound asleep in one another's arms. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what transcended in his absence. He smiled sadly at the couple before stepping in the shower himself.

I know it's almost that time.....