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

Sam was feeling a lot better when Brooklyn and Dean returned. He noticed their somber expressions as they stepped through the door.

"So?" He rose and crossed the room sensing the hesitation.

"The guy's real, Sam. He thinks that he created us," Brooklyn waved her finger around.

"Well what did you do or say to him?"

"Showed him the Impala and he assumed it was just another example that we were fans. Showed him the arsenal and badges which still didn't impress him…." Dean explained.

"Until we brought up the issues of the angels, Lilith, the Seals and my father," Brooklyn finished.

"Did Chuck believe what you two were trying to tell him?" Sam implored.

"Oh yeah….." Dean nodded.

"He wrote a chapter where we confronted him word for word down the last detail," Brooklyn still couldn't believe this guy knew so much about them.

"Wow, either he's psychic…."

"He thought he was some capricious god that toyed with our lives," Dean rolled his eyes.

"But we shot that little theory down," Brooklyn smirked.

Sam nodded letting his mind absorb everything. He wished he had been there but he wasn't feeling well and didn't want Dean bitching him out for blowing chunks in his car.

"So how you feeling now?" Brooklyn asked like a doting mother. Sam shrugged his shoulders.

"Better now that everything's out. But uh we're out of clothes," He hitched a thumb to the two dirty laundry bags sitting in the corner.

Brooklyn and Dean looked at one another and said at the same time, "Laundry day."

Sam was reading the chapter they got from Chuck while Dean loaded up the washer. Brooklyn was folding the first round and looked over to see Sam's eyebrows arch and eyes widen as he continued reading on.

"I'm sitting here in a Laundromat reading about myself in a Laundromat reading about myself, wow," Sam paused letting the hand gripping the sheets of paper drop to his lap.

"I still think he's hiding something," Brooklyn loaded the last towel in the bag and closed it tight.

Sam picked the papers back up and read the next several lines aloud.

"Dean continued throwing the jumbled mix of articles and garments in the washer thinking about the encounter he and Brooklyn had with Chuck. He was still pissed about the idea that their lives and intimate moments had been turned into some cheap form of entertainment."

"Knock it off!" He said loudly.

"'Knock it off!' Dean said."

"Dean turned back around and finished up loading the washer. He slammed the door shut with all his might. He had lingering doubts about Chuck but couldn't ignore the fact of how accurate the man had been," Sam read aloud watching his brother act out what he had just said.

"Okay Sam, cut it out," Dean was growing irritated with his brother's story time. Sam smirked taking some joy in his brother's discomfort. He decided to read a little more.

"Brooklyn just stood there quiet as a mouse. Her thoughts traveling to her father, the archangel Gabriel as it had been weeks since he reached for her. The truth about his relations with Lucifer still rocked her to the core though she wouldn't admit it to anyone."

"Sam if you read any further you're gonna find those papers shoved in a very uncomfortable place," She said in a warning tone. Her eyes darted over revealing the anger that lay just beneath the surface.

"Sorry," Sam gulped, "But everything that's happened in here just did. You need to face the facts your father and Lucifer were lovers before he was cast out."

"I know but I dunno….." she shook her head and hoisted the bag over her shoulder taking it out to the car. Dean stepped towards Sam taking the papers from his brother's hand. He read further ahead learning that she continued to have doubts about her worthiness to be plucked from Hell.

She wondered why her and not someone else despite the reassurances of Castiel. The hunter soon found herself thinking about the angel. Who was the man he was hanging out in and what his story was. She also wondered what was going inside that divine mind of his. He had been put on a short leash because of his closeness to her but still he remained determined to be there for her even if it meant breaking rank.

Dean wasn't feeling too happy about this little bit of insight. Did the angel have some kind of feelings for her? Taking a deep breath he forced himself to read on.

The angel Castiel had started to feel conflicted. Ever since he pulled Brooklyn from Hell something changed inside of him. Perhaps it was the moment when he burned her flesh with his handprint or when he revealed himself to her in the barn that first night. Whenever he was near his charge, the angel would feel warmth fill his vessel and soul that would take a hold and burn brightly until she was gone. Though he continued to battle with these strange sensations Castiel wished not to come between Brooklyn and Dean. He had seen the love they shared knowing it was true and deep; a bond of unwavering devotion that connected two halves of one soul.

Dean stopped and slowly looked up as Brooklyn was approaching them. So Cas was feeling something for his hunter but he wished not to destroy what they had. The angel had just moved up a notch in his book.

"Hey guys," she looked at the boys seeing something had happened in her absence.

"Did I miss something?" Dean simply passed the chapter over to Brooklyn letting her read the passage he just had. She leaned against the table starting with the part about her doubts. Dean noticed her head slightly bowed and knew it was true. She shook her head slightly and continued on about Castiel. Her heart stopped and the blood drained from her face.

"Oh my god….." she whispered looking up at her husband with a deer in the headlight look.

"Yeah I know," Dean said gently. Any hurt or anger was missing in his voice which relieved her but only slightly. Brooklyn let her arm drop down and ran her hand over her face. How could she have been so blinded?

"Dean…." She began but he effectively cut her off.

"Brook it's alright. Do I look upset or angry?" Brooklyn shook her head and quickly wiped away a tear that formed in the corner of her eye. Dean placed a hand against her back rubbing with a circular motion. Sam quickly took the papers and stuffed them in his laptop bag.

"I'm sorry Dean it's just….I don't want you to get the wrong idea….."

Dean just wrapped his arm around her waist showing he still trusted her.

"I'm not," he whispered. Brooklyn rested her head on his shoulder, comfortable in his arms. But their stolen moment was quickly interrupted with the low vibration of her phone. Brooklyn pulled the cell out seeing it was Chuck.

"Chuck?"

"Yeah it's me….Uh listen I need to tell you something. I wrote the next chapter and you're not gonna like it."

"Just hold on and we'll be there soon," Brooklyn hung up and exhaled.

"What did Chuck want?" Dean asked.

"He wrote another chapter and I'm not gonna like it," she answered.

Chuck cradled the bottle of whiskey when he answered the door.

"This was all so much easier when you weren't real," he muttered letting the trio in. The timid man spotted the new arrival and knew who it was.

"You must be Sam," Sam stuck out a large hand that swallowed Chuck's meager one.

"So you wrote another chapter?" Brooklyn interrupted. Chuck nodded and retrieved the freshly written words.

"Yeah…..here," She snatched the pages from his shaky hand and looked up. A haunted expression washed over her as her hands started to shake uncontrollably.

Gabriel slowly came around seeing tiny cracks of light fill the room from the door across the way. The manacles were powerful, burning into his vessel's flesh causing him to scream in agony. His cries went unheard as the thick stone walls blocked his pleas for help. Lilith had found out about his attempts to reach out to his daughter and quickly severed the tie.

He was truly alone now unable to cry for help as his powers were bound blocking the connection to Heaven, his brothers and sisters.

The tears welled up in his eyes rolling down leaving hot streaks upon his cheeks. He knew if Lucifer was set free the Fallen One would return to claim what was his. But he was never like this, not in the beginning anyways. Lucifer was the youngest of all the angels and the most beautiful. He had been drawn to the Lightbearer the minute he laid eyes on him. His rich beautiful skin and flashing green eyes made his heart stop instantly. The feelings were mutual as Lucifer had felt so lost in those beautiful emerald pools.

All of the angels respected the Lightbearer as he had quickly proven to be a fierce warrior and brilliant leader in battle. But when he saved his beloved Messenger from Lamashtu it was then their deep seated feelings finally came to light. After the battle was won and the minions cast down, the archangels consummated their love.

Gabriel let Lucifer take control as they lay in the fields. The tall grass protected their naked bodies from prying eyes. The breeze made the stems move in fluid motion as their cries and moans were carried upon the wind.

The Messenger felt the memories leave him as his heart ached over the loss he felt when Lucifer had been cast. It was like his soul had been ripped apart with one half being cast down as the other remained in Heaven. He sobbed and fled not wanting to see what Michael was about to do.

"Gabriel please….How can you bow to those hairless apes? Look at them, they fight and battle amongst themselves, destroying the very gift Father bestowed upon them?"

It was then Afriel jumped in the way while Azazel took his place in front of Lucifer. The two angels squared off ready to do battle to the death.

"You whispered lies into Lucifer's ear, Azazel. You dare chip away the bond he shared with Gabriel."

Azazel snickered before launching his attack. Afriel fought back anger rising within her. Castiel stood by watching the smaller angel take on Azazel. His bright blue eyes went wide in sorrow as the angels were thrown into chaos with each taking sides. Michael saw the devastation that laid waste to Heaven as angel battled angel. Gabriel saw his brother's heart breaking…..

Brooklyn broke down letting the papers flutter to the floor. Sam picked up the papers and read the chapter. He softly gasped at the man's words understanding why Brooklyn was so distraught. She reading Gabriel's thoughts and memories including what led to his beloved Lucifer being cast out of Heaven. Dean sat down beside her taking the sobbing hunter in his arms.

"Shhhh it's okay," Dean whispered in her ear and stroked her hair in a soothing manner. Chuck took a hard swig of whiskey as he had seen this forthcoming. Deep down it hurt him to see her suffering like this. His father never had to suffer such an ordeal and was now residing comfortably in Tampa. He walked over and offered the bottle in front of Brooklyn.

"I think you're gonna need this," he said softly. Brooklyn looked up to see sympathy in those rich hazel eyes. She reached out with a shaky hand eager to accept the bottle. Dean didn't stop her when the bottle met her quivering lips and the liquid amber trickled down between her lips and down her throat.

"Thank you," she sniffed and handed the bottle back. Chuck pushed it back and fetched another bottle for him.

"Keep it Brooklyn," he was already taking a drink of Jack, "Because it gets worse."

He looked over at his desk and gathered the small stack from the printer. Brooklyn hesitated before taking them but gradually pulled them away from his fingers. She took another drink before letting her eyes spy the next installment.

Lilith waited in the shadows as Brooklyn approached. The hunter's heart thundering in her chest as she laid eyes on the demon, the same demon that started it all.

"Hello Brooklyn," Her eyes went white as she stepped closer. Brooklyn held her ground refusing to back away or show fear. Her face hardened and body stood rigid as her hand circled the dagger's hilt tight.

"Alright you have me. What do you want?"

Lilith laughed then looked at her with seriousness in her white orbs.

"You know I found out I won't survive to see the Apocalypse."

"Oh is that what you wanted to tell me? I'm dying inside….." Brooklyn narrowed her eyes.

"No, I've come to offer a little truce. I'll stop breaking Seals if you return to Hell."

"What?" Brooklyn hissed.

"And if you give me Dean and Sam."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I the good old days back. Baby's blood all the time nonstop…." She smiled. "So what do you say Brooklyn? Self sacrifice is the Winchester way right?"

Brooklyn shook her head and looked up at Chuck.

"What makes you think I'm gonna tangle with Lilith?"

"I don't, it just came to me….." he took another drink.

Brooklyn leaned back in the sofa with the bottle seated between her legs. Chuck went over grabbing the next chapter as Dean reached for them.

"You-"

"I knew you were gonna ask for them," he replied.

Next update soon......