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

The nightmare was more vivid and definitive than any of the others. Brooklyn tossed and turned as the image played out in terrible clarity.

She was racing through the woods hearing the growling and snarling grow louder and closer with every stride she took. Panic and adrenaline fueled her body as she barreled through bushes and trees alike feeling the leaves and sticks slap against her arms and face.

Brooklyn dare not look back as she charged on. Her feet tripped beneath her then catapulted her body forward down the ravine. She screamed in surprise as her body crashed against rocks twigs and earth before her body stopped at the base. Brooklyn looked up behind her shoulder seeing it standing over the ledge with teeth bared and eyes blood red.

She struggled to get up but the thick mud only bogged her down even more. It watched her struggle as if getting some disgusting pleasure from her battle against nature. Brooklyn finally broke free and took off running hearing the hellhound pick up its pursuit.

Brooklyn didn't see the dead tree until her foot hooked underneath the rotted wood. The hunter went forward and landed against the rock and gravel. She tried to stand up but her ankle was broken. It was then the hellhound pounced. She screamed as the claws and teeth first tore into her legs then ripped apart her midsection like a rack of lamb.

Brooklyn shot up panting hard and fighting to breathe. She flung back the blankets to find her legs and body intact for the time being.

"It was just a nightmare," she muttered to herself. Brooklyn felt the book she had been reading wedged between the bed and her body. Brooklyn pulled it out from beneath her seeing what she had been reading.

"Figures," she looked at the entry on hellhounds and promptly slammed the book shut. The hunter looked around noticing Dean was nowhere to be found. She then remembered he had gone out to do a food run. Something wet ran down her face and she reached up feeling the beads of sweat running down her face.

"I need a shower," she muttered.

Dean returned and spotted the bathroom light on and heard the water running.

"Brook?" He placed the food down and headed straight to the bathroom. He had some news that would cheer up as it certainly had him.

Brooklyn was turning off the water and stepping out just as Dean was walking in. He caught a glimpse of her naked wet body before it vanished beneath the thick blue towel.

"Hey," she kissed him lightly on the lips then brushed past him to get dressed.

"I talked to Bobby," he began.

"Oh yeah?"

"He's found a way to locate Lilith," Brooklyn froze with her jeans midway up her legs. She sat down with jeans still not on all the way as Dean settled in beside her.

"Cutting it kind of close don't you think?"

Dean just wrapped his arms around her and kissed her bare shoulder.

"Brooklyn I know we're cutting it close but we're gonna get this done. I don't care what it takes; you're not going to Hell Brook. I'm not gonna let you I swear. Everything's gonna be okay."

Brooklyn wished she could truly share his enthusiasm but they had come close so many times before only to fall flat on their asses. Dean knew she was disheartened but hoped after going to Bobby's that would all change.

Brooklyn scratched her head at the odd contraption Bobby had rigged on his table. It was a tripod that reminded her of the supports of a teepee and in the center was some kind of crystal or pendulum.

"You know with the right name and information there's nothing you can't find."

"The internet for demons," Brooklyn joked. Bobby and Dean looked over at her and she kept her mouth shut.

"After I get done we'll know where Lilith is hiding down the the street name and number," Bobby beamed.

Dean and Brooklyn watched as Bobby started to recant an invocation in Latin. The pendulum slowly started to swing erratically until it stood straight up pointing at the name of the town Lilith was in.

"We have a winner. Looks like Little Miss Sunshine is hiding in De Soto Kansas."

Brooklyn covered her mouth and looked for something to lean on. Dean spotted her stumbling back and caught her around the waist.

"Bitch is cutting me where it counts," Brooklyn muttered.

It dawned on Bobby why Brooklyn reacted like she did: De Soto was where she was born. Sure she was from Kansas City but that was later her parents moved there then later died.

"Lemme guess the address is 1183 Campbell right?"

Bobby nodded his head as the street address had been burned in map. He silently wondered if Lilith had done this intentionally as if she was expecting them.

"Well what are we waiting for?! Let's get moving," Sam grabbed their stuff and bolted through the front door.

Dean pulled at Brooklyn but the hunter remained firmly entrenched in place.

"Baby what's wrong?"

Brooklyn looked up at Dean.

"What's wrong? Dean we have no plan that's what's wrong. All we have is the Lucifer's Sword and even then there's no guarantee we can get in close enough to gank her. Second she almost killed both you and Sam back in New Harmony, need I go on?"

"Well damn it what the Hell are we supposed to do?!" Dean answered in complete frustration.

"Just because I have a one way ticket to Hell doesn't mean you or Sam have to have one either. We have to do this as a team Dean. We have to be smart about this or we'll have already lost. Please Dean don't go into this half cocked."

Dean nodded and looked into those wide rain cloud grey eyes knowing she was right.

Sam had overheard Dean and Brooklyn arguing and decided to take matters into his own hands. He quickly retreated out to woods behind Bobby's house and set up a symbol to summon a demon. It didn't matter what was used as long as the symbol was correct. He sat back and closed his eyes letting the Latin slip between his lips.

"You know there's this invention called a cell phone? I've heard such marvelous things about it."

Sam opened his eyes seeing Tom standing with his hands in his pockets. The demon was peering down with amusement over the little setup Sam had laid out before him.

"Where the Hell have you been?" Sam stood up and wiped the dirt off his knees.

"I've been in hiding. It seems I have this bounty on my head and every demon has been trying to track me down. But I've been covering my tracks," he pulled out a hex bag and dangled it in the air.

Tom then slipped out three more and tossed them over to Sam.

"Since you three are so determined to take Lilith head on, you're gonna need something to keep her and her lackeys off your trail."

"Is it true? Is Lilith in Brooklyn's old home in Kansas?"

Tom kicked around a small stone watching it roll around before lifting his head to look at at Sam.

"Yes, Lilith's there. She has a certain sense of humor."

"Well Brooklyn doesn't think it's very funny," Sam huffed.

"Do you see my laughing Sam? Honestly I think it's pretty cold."

Sam toyed with the hex bags and slipped them inside his jacket.

"So what do we do now?"

Tom shrugged his shoulders and looked directly at the hunter.

"Well obviously you three are going down there so….."

"I thought I heard a screeching voice. Oh if it isn't our demented little Obi Wan," Dean broke through the brush and stared down the demon.

"Dean, just as suave as ever," Tom turned around and returned the cold stare.

"Just call it a hunch but I knew you'd show up. Sam doesn't seem to wanna listen."

"You know for someone who's so damn anxious to save his wife you sure do like to bite the hand that feeds. Sam give him the hex bags."

Sam tossed two hex bags over to Dean. The hunter didn't want to know what was in them so he quickly shoved them in his pocket.

"You're welcome," Tom rolled his eyes and turned back to Sam.

"If you want my help meet me in De Soto by tomorrow. It's cutting it close I know but Lilith won't see you coming."

"And why should we trust you again?" Dean replied in a snarky manner.

"Listen short bus if you don't want my help fine! But either way Brooklyn's time's up at midnight tomorrow. Do you want a crack at Lilith or not?"

Dean seethed beneath the surface and knew Tom was taking joy in watching in squirm. The hunter promptly turned on his heels and stormed off without so much as muttering a word.

Brooklyn was loading up the Impala when Dean marched up the path. She shut the trunk and looked up to see her husband agitated to say the least.

"Dean what's wrong?" She hurried around the car and noticed his hands were curled into two tight fists.

"Nothing," he grumbled, "Are we ready?"

"Yeah I got everything packed," she hitched a thumb at the trunk.

"Good," he strolled inside Bobby's house leaving her stunned at his sudden attitude. Just then Sam was hiking up the path.

"Sam what's up with Dean?"

"Tom was here," he simply said.

The hunters were in the car as Dean was on his third attempt to start his baby.

"Damn it," he growled and snarled. He was so focused on the car that he didn't spot Bobby standing by the window until he tapped on the glass and waved a part.

"Where do you three think you're going?"

"We have the Sword…" Dean started to speak.

"And you intend to use it without me. Do I look like a ditchable prom date to you?!"

"Well no of course not," Sam piped up.

"This isn't your fight Bobby."

Bobby glared angrily at Dean. "The Hell it isn't! Family doesn't end with blood and besides you need me. Brook's playing wounded."

Bobby looked over at Brooklyn. The hunter felt his eyes on her as he asked her this question: "Tell me Brook how many hallucinations have you had so far?"

"Too many," she sighed heavily.

"Just as I suspected," Bobby tossed the part back to Dean.

"I'll follow but don't be stopping every ten minutes to pee either."

The sun had set as they were now in Nebraska. The ride had been quiet as no one had anything to say. Brooklyn had taken to staring out the window taking the last bit of scenery she probably would ever see. Dean clicked on the radio hoping it would crack the ice. He hated chick flick moments and he wasn't going to endure through one now.

"Dean," he turned to face Brooklyn who was now looking back at him. Her eyes flickered in the moonlight splashing silver with grey. Her hair glowed as the light created a faint halo. The hunter felt his heart melt at how ethereal she looked right then and there.

"If we don't succeed and gank Lilith I need to tell you that…."

"No Brook, you're not going to break out the teary goodbye speech or the Kleenex. We will get through this damn it. Tomorrow morning you'll be by my side sound asleep in my arms and Lilith will be dead as a doorknob."

Brooklyn looked down at floorboards then back out the window. Dean couldn't let things be this way. He reached over and tugged on her hand urging her to be by his side. Brooklyn relented and slid across the bench yearning for the warmth of his body pressed against hers. Dean kissed her temple and ran his fingers over her hand remaining that way the rest of the way down.

The cop was seated in his car when the demon possessed his body. The officer's eyes went black then back to green as the Impala roared by. The left taillight was out prompting him to break from his hiding place and pursue the car.

The flashing lights caught Sam's attention first.

"Are we being pulled over?" Brooklyn craned her neck around seeing the blue and red lights as well.

"Damn," he cursed, "I have a busted taillight. It's not like we're in a hurry or nothin," he added.

Dean pulled over and killed the engine then rolled down the window as the trooper paused at the window.

"Problem officer?" Dean smiled.

"License and registration please," Dean produced both.

"You realize you have an out taillight?" The trooper looked over the documents. Brooklyn looked over and tilted her head. The hunter's eyes went wide with horror and disgust.

"I've been meaning to fix that. As a matter of fact…."

Brooklyn leapt out of the car but not before swiping the Lucifer's Sword from its hiding spot. She leapt on the cop and punched him hard feeling the darkness overpowering her once again. Dean stepped out horrified as she stabbed the cop in the heart with the blade. The tell tale orange charged through the cop's body before going dead.

Bobby pulled up as Brooklyn pulled the sword from the corpse. Her eyes reflected coal black in the headlights then retreated until grey remained.

"What the Hell just happened?"

"Brook just ganked a demon," Dean appeared dazed over the whole thing.

"I saw his real face beneath the cop's," she muttered.

The foursome hurried to conceal the cop's car with twigs and branches before moving on.

"You know with Brook being able to see the demons, we can use it against Lilith," Bobby noted.

"Yep might come in pretty handy actually," Dean noted.

"Gee thanks for the support. It's good to know my damned soul is good for something," Brooklyn bitterly stated.

The Impala and Chevelle raced down the road edging closer to Kansas and the showdown with Lilith.

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