A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's, so please don't sue me….Again I want to thank everyone out there for reading and reviewing as the supports means a great deal to me!
Brooklyn stood up against the wall as the demon got within inches of her face. Azazel grinned as he had the hunter right where he wanted her.
"Oh now darlin don't even think you can reach out and touch someone in this case a certain angel. If you haven't figured it out by now you're on the other side of the looking glass."
Brooklyn flattened her body even more but Azazel slapped each hand alongside her head causing her to yelp out.
"You can kill me but Lucifer will never get my babies! Dean and Cas will fight all of you to the bitter end."
Azazel merely chuckled. "Such strong words coming from someone who was just visited by a reaper," he saw her eyes go wide at the name of the thing that was hovering over her body.
"That's right darlin, a reaper tried to pay you a visit but you scared it off. It seems they don't like being interrupted when working."
"Well too bad for it because I don't plan on going anywhere," she spat with every ounce of venom she had.
Brooklyn looked down seeing her breath as the chill filled the hallway once again. The white form materialized once again over her body. Azazel looked over then rushed past the still figures of the hunters and angel.
"Not today," the demon's eyes glowed yellow as he waved a hand banishing the reaper. Azazel watched as the group had rallied around the injured hunter, relieved her heart was still beating. The demon focused his sharp liquid pools on the angel Castiel.
"Well if it isn't Angel Boy? Aw such a pity there Cassie you can't help your little girlfriend. But don't you worry that pretty little head of yours now as I'm gonna be taking good care of her for you and that little hunter over there."
Castiel felt it again but this time it was the presence of evil instead of the warmth and calm he had previously experienced. The angel turned and stared directly at the demon. His bright sapphire eyes darkened as he continued to stare harder. Azazel felt the divine power piercing through the veil that separated the living and dead.
"Azazel," he whispered. Dean's head jerked up at the name of Yellow Eyes.
"Where Cas?"
"On the other side…." He growled.
"Cas! Cas thank god you know something's up!" Brooklyn shouted out before taking off in a dead run towards her hunter and angel. Before Azazel could react Brooklyn reached Castiel and Dean racing through their bodies and through the bed where she lay.
Dean and Castiel felt the burst of energy run through them both. It was pure and bright and familiar at the same time. They exchanged stunned glances seeing each had experienced the same phenomenon at the same moment.
As the two tried to comprehend what had just happened, Gabriel and Chayyiel appeared and in their arms were Gabe and Rowan.
"They wouldn't eat or sleep. They continued crying out for Brook," Gabriel said sadly.
"Mama," Gabe saw Brooklyn's broken body but he could still sense it was her.
Castiel shook his head and took his son from the Messenger.
"Daddy…..Mama," Gabe pointed at Brooklyn. Castiel sat down beside the bed allowing his son to touch her hand.
"Mama wake up!" Gabe smacked her hand. Still Brooklyn remained silent.
"She's sleeping, Gabe. Mommy's sleeping," Castiel whispered as the tears fell down his face again. Dean picked up Rowan so she could see Brooklyn. The little one peered down at the battered swollen face then looked up at Dean.
"Mama?" The tiny emerald pools reflected confusion.
"Mommy's sleeping Rowan," Dean kissed her forehead.
Rowan touched Brooklyn's fingers sensing something was wrong with her mother. She couldn't say it with conventional means but tried nonetheless.
"Mommy sick?"
"Yeah baby, Mommy's sick, real sick. The doctors are doing all they can to make her better."
Rowan looked back up at Dean as he battled to keep his emotions hidden from his daughter. Her bottom lip jutted out as she reached out for his face. The tears that had threatened to spill over started falling down his face.
"Daddy don't cwy…." Her little voice squeaked.
Brooklyn could only watch as her babies tried and tried to get her to wake up only to be greeted with silence. Azazel chuckled from across the room as he spotted the twins in their fathers' arms.
"Well now the archangel and Cherubim saved me a trip, how thoughtful of them."
Brooklyn tensed up and drew her hands into two perfect fists. She marched towards the demon and with all the rage and anger gathering in her belted Azazel across the jaw. The demon cried out as the contact of her flesh to his unholy body created a bright flash, vanquishing Yellow Eyes. Brooklyn knew it probably wasn't for good but still it bought her some time.
"Hey why won't anyone look at me or talk to me?!"
The anguished voice boomed through the halls. Brooklyn turned around and felt compelled to follow the pained screams as they continued to get louder. Slowly she proceeded out the hall, weary that Azazel may pop back up from his little trip. As she rounded the stairs she spotted a man turning in circles and running his fingers over his face and head. He was about Dean's height with slightly tan skin and hair that was very close cropped bordering on bald. His eyes scanned the stairwell and hallways until the landed on Brooklyn.
"Oh thank god you can see me!"
"Well yeah of course I can. Would I be talking to you if I didn't?" Brooklyn sat down beside him thankful someone could actually see her.
"Well I'm Brooklyn by the way," she offered her hand to him. The man took it and she was amazed at how warm and solid it felt around hers.
"I'm Caleb," Caleb's mouth curled up into a small smile as he hugged his knees tightly against his chest. Brooklyn noticed the haunted expression in the man's eyes as he stared down at the stairs before him.
"Am I dead Brooklyn?" He lifted his head and looked straight into her eyes. Brooklyn watched as the haunted expression was replaced by fear and uncertainty.
"No, neither one of us have really crossed over, yet."
Caleb nodded and stood up. He extended his hand to Brooklyn and the hunter accepted as they walked down the halls trying to comprehend what was happening to them. The two lost souls continued to walk down the hall going unnoticed by those in the world of the living. Caleb stopped at an open door and sadly peered into it.
"Please tell me this is a really bad dream and I can't wake up."
The hunter looked in to find Caleb in a hospital bed. Sitting beside him was a woman who Brooklyn suspected was his wife judging by the way she held his hand and talked to him in hushed tones.
"It's not a dream Caleb. Tell me have you heard of an out of body experience before?"
Caleb snorted and looked over at her as if she was crazy.
"Uh no and what are you some kind of New Age follower?"
"Caleb, do I look like I'm messing around with tarot cards while listening to Yanni? Look, the concept isn't new and has been around since the times of Babylon."
"Sorry," he answered with a low regretful tone then focused his attention back to the people on the bed.
"It started with an upset stomach that turned out to be my gall bladder. I don't understand it's such a routine procedure. Why are we here stuck in some limbo?"
"You wanna know the truth? I believe it's happening to us, Caleb. It means a body is hovering close to death."
Caleb looked down at her then at his wife as she remained in the same rigid position.
"Are we going to die?" He whispered.
"No, not if I can do anything about it," Brooklyn replied.
Castiel and Dean kept vigil by Brooklyn's bed while Rowan and Gabe slept peacefully in their arms. Dean felt 50 years older as his mind body and spirit were drained from the mental and physical anguish of the last day. He was finding it harder and harder to find the strength his daughter needed him to have. But Dean couldn't let Rowan or Gabe down.
The angel looked over seeing how old Dean appeared in the hard plastic chair. It was heart wrenching that years were robbed from his strong features leaving an embattled form. His own body was tired and needed rest but he feared drifting off to sleep. Castiel couldn't shake the feeling that it was Brooklyn trying to reach out to him, warn him even. But he had felt Azazel's presence which caused him to wrap his arms tighter around Gabe.
Gabriel remained beside the angel, refusing to leave his daughter's side. The Messenger continued to hold her hand feeling the coolness against the warmth of his vessel's hand. He felt as if he had let her down as well.
"You know for someone that's facing down Death, you sure are taking all of this really well. I mean I was freaking out inside when I realized what was going on. My babies couldn't hear me, my father and Dean didn't sense me. But my angel, he did."
Brooklyn smiled as she thought of her angel.
"Well I did at first, yes. But then I realized I had no other option and that what happens happens. It's fate ya know?"
"Well this where you and I are in disagreement. You always have a choice no matter what the stakes. You can either lie down belly up and surrender or keep fighting like Hell. And me, I'm going to keep fighting like Hell to the bitter end. My babies, they need me. My family needs me."
Caleb watched the cold steel determination leak into her full grey hues. But the barrage of doctors and nurses rushing down the hall caught their attention.
"What the Hell's going on?" Brooklyn wondered before taking off to follow the charging physicians.
She reached the room hearing the machines beeping erratically and staff shouting and barking orders as they fought to save a man on the bed. The doctor used the paddles as another continued shoving ice bags around the body in a last ditch effort to cool the overheating body down. Brooklyn caught movement above the man and once again the white form that had hovered over her was reaching out and touched the man's forehead with a single finger. She watched as the exact moment they touched the man died.
Brooklyn couldn't react fast enough as a bright ball of light flashed and vanished into the figure. She turned and backed into the hall but before she could take a single step forward a powerful blow from behind slammed her against the triage.
"Well hello darlin. Did ya miss me?" Azazel materialized.
"About as much as hemorrhoid on my ass," Brooklyn spat back.
The demon looked over seeing the staff covering the recently deceased man with a sheet and calling the time of death.
"Hmm, I see the reaper paid a visit."
"Well aren't you the regular Sherlock," she gripped the counter edge to support her as she rose.
"I don't know what you did darlin but damn what a rush."
"You wanna another go?" Brooklyn felt her anger rising again. The same power and energy that was present before was quickly resonating through her as she faced off against the demon.
"Give me your best shot," Azazel taunted the hunter. Brooklyn knew he stood in her way which only made the demon grin even wider.
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