Note: I do not own any of the characters from Supernatural…I do own all of the OC's that appear in my works. Again thanks so much to everyone that has been following this story…As long as you enjoy what I offer up I will keep going! So here is my newest installment…

After finally admitting he was in love with her, Dean makes a personal vow…Sam, on the other hand, is determined to see his brother break that vow ignoring Brooklyn's warning about his actions…

Sam stood in the bathroom wiping the foggy mirror with his hand. He stared back the reflection in the mirror. The reflection with yellow eyes. He was determined to see that Dean would continue to be alone, so alone that he has no other choice but to turn to him. Sam or rather Samael. He knew that the only ones that stood in his way was that insufferable angel Castiel, that undercover angel Tariel, and of course that bitch Brooklyn Ravenwood. She was his real threat. She had invaded his dreams and threatened him outright. Samael did not take kindly to threats. Especially threats that came from a daughter of Gabriel. He knew what he had to do. All he needed was time and patience which he had plenty of. He finished drying and changed into some clean clothes. He looked in the mirror one more time grinning at the image that grinned back. Opening the door he stepped out putting his plan into motion.

Carmen and Dean were nowhere to be seen. Peering out the dirty curtains he saw the Impala was gone. Must have gone out for food he thought. Seeing this opportunity, he rummaged through his bag until he found what he was looking for. Sam pulled out the ancient blade admiring it under the light. It was long and sharp with a series of ancient symbols etched on the blade and hilt. This dagger was what he would use in his plan against the angels. For centuries the demons had looked for a way to kill the damned winged freaks and well they found it. He continued to admire it until the sound of car doors shutting snapped him out of his trance. Hastily he placed the blade back in its hiding place just as the door to the room opened up. Dean and Carmen entered carrying coffee and breakfast from the local restaurant. Dean had a smirk on his face as he looked down at his brother. "Have enough hot water, Princess?" Sam looked at him for a second before responding. "Yeah, plenty. For once, Dean you actually didn't hog all the hot water" He made a face at Dean to throw off any suspicion.

"Well, Princess, whenever you decide to join the rest of the party there's coffee and food on the table" Turning he went to join Carmen at the table who was already divulging in one of the sandwiches. Sam glared at the angel. If he was going to succeed in getting Dean to join the Dark Angel she would have to go. He didn't care that his brother was in love with her or she was in love with him. Dean would understand once he saw things his way. As he stood up his joints cracked and popped and he decided to join the couple.

Phoenix

Brooklyn jolted awake from the nightmare. She had not been sleeping well the last few nights. Something was wrong and her sixth sense was kicked into high gear. All she could remember from the nightmare was a set of yellow eyes. They were a rich amber yellow but evil nonetheless. They were full of hatred and pure evil. But she could not see who the eyes belonged to. The rest of the body was shrouded in a black mist that swirled and danced around the creature. Grabbing her phone she punched in the familiar numbers.

Dean's phone rang but Dean did not hear it. His screen did not show Brooklyn's number as it was made certain that she would not be able to reach him. Nice try, Brookie, but I know you are trying to warn him Sam thought to himself. "So, Sammy, anything going on? Any spooks, demons, hell beasts, werewolves, werecats, or anything showing up on the Nerd boy radar?" Dean asked Sam. He shook his head. "No, not yet. I was getting ready to do some research when you came back."

Dean nodded his head and looked over to Carmen. She sat there intently listening to everything. She wondered what was going on since usually they had a case already. Yet again maybe Sam was just tired. For the last few days she observed he was acting strangely and that he would glance at her when he thought she wasn't looking. One day though she swore she saw a tinge of yellow in his eyes. When she asked him about it he merely replied that maybe the light was playing tricks on her and when she looked in those brown pools not a hint of yellow was there. She knew better and kept this to herself though. She did not want to upset Dean. Wadding up the wrapper and finishing off his coffee, Sam grabbed the keys to the Impala and his laptop. "Well, I will be off to the library and trying to do some research. When you two were in the shower I did see some reports on TV about some mysterious attacks at Fort Wallace. I'm going to see what we, rather I, will be able to find about its history and see if anything pans out. Could be just some crazed person" Opening the door, he stepped out and seconds later the Impala could be heard roaring down the road getting fainter in the distance.

"Are you okay, Dean?" Carmen asked as she gently gripped his hand. Dean's green eyes met her hazel eyes and smiled. "Yeah, baby, I'm fine. Just that Sam seems slightly off. Maybe he didn't get enough beauty sleep. Sometimes if Sasquatch doesn't get enough sleep he can be bitchy. Maybe his panties are in a bunch. Who knows with Princess" Carmen laughed softly at his banter. Even though it was sarcastic, she loved his sense of humor. He seemed to find humor in the strangest of situations. He reached over and touched her face. Her soft skin under his rough hands. It didn't bother Carmen that his hands were like that. It was from being a hunter and the difficult life he endured. She wished she could wave away all of the pain he had been subjected to. She could see the pain and anger that lay behind his eyes. She covered his hand with her small one stroking it. She decided she needed to tell Dean the truth. That she was an angel and that her name was Tariel. But she feared his reaction. Reaction to the fact she did not tell him sooner, that she had kept the truth from him. But she had to. It was for his protection. Samael probably already figured out who she was and she needed to head him off. Holding both of his hands, she began to tell him the truth.

"Dean, I need to talk to you about something. I hope that you do not get angry with me for what I tell you" She said quietly her eyes averting his questioning ones. Dean felt his heart pounding as he sat there. His hands began to sweat. He knew it. She was married or had a boyfriend and she had run off from them and now she was going back to him. It was too good to be true.

"Dean, there is something about me you need to know about. I am not who I say I am. You deserve to know the truth. I pray you will not be mad at me after you hear what I tell you."

"You are married aren't you?" He said slowly. She shook her head and said no. "It is nothing like that. I do not have any one else in my life. You are the only one in my life. I don't know what is the best way to say this but I am an…" She did not get to finish as Sam came back swinging the door open. Closing it behind him he turned to the two at the table. Raising an eyebrow he walked over to them. "Is everything okay? Did I interrupt something?"

"Oh, no Sam. Nothing important. Did you find something?" Dean asked his brother.

"Yeah I did. The old fort was the scene of a trial where a private was hanged for a crime he did not commit. Apparently the trial was a sham and he was imprisoned and fellow soldiers submitted false testimony about him and lied on the stand. It seemed that a captain was angry that the private was going to report him for stealing money from the post. So the captain came up with some false charges and paid off some of the soldiers to testify against him. Seems his spirit is seeking vengeance for what happened" He finished as he never took his eyes of the pair.

"Okay, then. Let's get packing and moving. Fort Wallace is about a 2 day drive and we better make tracks" Dean said taking his hand back and getting up to pack. Carmen sat there looking at Sam. His eyes mirrored hers. Neutral and calm. She knew the dark blood was running through his veins and that it had taken over. His motives, though, she was not sure about. But she knew she had to keep a close watch. Not only was Carmen Dean's guardian, but she was also deeply in love with him and would protect him from all evil. Even if that meant his own brother. Getting up, she helped Dean load the car and then the trio was on their way.

Sam slept in the back seat as Dean drove west. As he slept, he had a vision. It was dark and dimly lit. A small figure was held against the wall with shackles around her neck, arms, and legs. Her head hang down as if in prayer or deep thought. He saw himself walking up to her holding her head up. It was Brooklyn. There were bruises and lacerations on her face. Her arms revealed many bruises. Her clothes torn and hanging on her small frame in shreds. His eyes showed nothing but hatred and malice as he made her look at him. She spat in his face and he responded by backhanding her causing her head to jerk violently as his act. "That was very stupid, hunter. You stand in my way to bring Dean over. Well, I decided to draw first blood and take out the threat. You. Lucifer is still intent to have your soul one way or another" He grinned at her as he tightened his grip on her face. "Go to Hell…" She said weakly. He snorted at her empty threat. "Promises, promises, Brookie."

He jolted awake and looked out the window. The plains of Nebraska gave way to the grasslands of Iowa. It all looked the same. He looked up front to see the angel seated practically in Dean's lap. His arm around her as he drove with the other. His phone vibrated as he received an incoming text. Flipping open the phone, he read the message: Does he know about the angel? He replied back by saying: No. The response was: Good. Closing the phone he leaned back down and went back to sleep. The sight of those two was sickening and he was ready to lose breakfast.

Dean focused on the road and held Carmen with ease. She felt so good in his arms. Her warm body flush with his. They fit like to puzzle pieces. He still could not get over the fact that he found someone that wanted and loved him. He had been alone and only had Sam to lean on and he was getting rather tired of depending on Sam all of the time. Sam couldn't provide what Carmen could. She filled that empty with the love that eluded him for so long. Able to hold his heart without crushing it. She was the second woman to be able to do so. The first being Brooklyn.

He was determined not to let her go. Little did Dean realize that he had a powerful ally in making sure that no one came between Carmen and him. But there were also those that wanted to see to it that the couple was ripped apart.

Note: I am not slamming Sam in the least. I am exploring the dark nature within him and writing it as if it had finally taken over him. Other characters will be involved as the story goes on and I wanted this installment to set up what will occur in a future story.