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

Azazel grinned with a sinister hint flashing in his eyes as the angel and hunters couldn't move.

"This turned out better than I thought," he got in Castiel's face. "Not only do I have Brooklyn but now I have Dean Winchester and the insipid angel Castiel as an added bonus."

"Don't go patting yourself on the back so soon," Dean spat with every ounce of venom he could gather.

"Oh but don't you remember the angel's warning? In this world you are defenseless."

Brooklyn stared at the demon as she turned her focus on the powerful hold over them. Castiel could sense what she was doing and joined in letting his mind train on the bonds that held them in place.

On the other side Gabriel remained deep in prayer as Sam and Brady kept watch over the twins. Sam reinforced the barriers as Brady did his best to keep Gabe and Rowan calm.

"Mommy in twoble," Gabe looked up at the hunter.

"How's Mommy in trouble?"

"Bad thing….very bad thing…."

Brady looked up at Sam. Sam sat down beside his nephew and took the tiny angel in his arms.

Rowan crawled up Brady's lap and clung precariously to his shirt.

"Daddy need help," she murmured.

In more ways than one, Brady thought to himself. On the other side of the door nothing could be heard save for the quiet continuous beeping of the machines.

"Do you think they know Azazel's out there?" Brady asked.

"There's no reason to doubt it. Brooklyn inherited Gabriel's powers and passed them on to Rowan and Gabe."

"I wish we could help them. Dean has no way to fight back and who know what Azazel has up his sleeves," Brady put the back of his head against the wall. Gabe slipped away from Sam's arms and waddled towards the door. He reached up trying to turn the knob but the gold plated handle was inches out of his reach. His face turned red and features scrunched in deep concentration as Gabe continued staring hard and knob.

Sam and Brady watched as the handle began to turn downward and the door clicked open. Gabe fell back on his bottom and watched as the hollow door slowly swung open.

"Mommy need help," he simply stated and glanced over at the hunters. Rowan released her death grip on Brady and walked towards her brother. She peered out the door and saw her parents and her Daddy Cas pinned against the wall with Azazel sneering at all three. Rowan gasped in horror and pointed with a tiny finger.

"Bwady….Uncle Sam….Mommy need help…" her eyes went wide and lips started pouting.

Brooklyn could hear her daughter calling Brady and Sam for help. She had sensed her little angel had opened the door and knew Castiel had felt it as well. Dean too heard his daughter and wished he could call out to her but found his lips refusing to move at will.

Rowan felt her tiny chest tense and hands ball up into tight shaky fists. She stumbled to where Azazel was standing and looked up with an angry stare.

"Weave my mommy awone!" She shouted at the demon. Azazel looked over and down seeing the mini Winchester standing tall and as angry as a three year old could be.

"Awwww now isn't that precious? You think you can take me on Rowan?"

Gabriel shot his head up seeing his granddaughter challenging an unseen presence. He knew it was Azazel or a similar demon even as he couldn't see it. He raced to her side and placed his hands on her arms. The second they touched Gabriel was blindsided with her second sight.

"I can see him too," he whispered to Rowan.

"Bad man," she pressed her tiny lips tightly together. The Messenger knew that Azazel was on the other side and his powers couldn't pierce the veil alone but maybe if….

Gabriel knelt down before Rowan feeling her anger flow through his vessel. Though she couldn't explain it, she could experience it. Just then Gabe tugged on Gabriel's shirt and the archangel gathered them both into his arms.

"Rowan, Gabe I need you to look at Mommy Daddy Dean and Daddy Cas and focus on them being free and pushing the bad man away from them alright?"

The archangel closed his eyes and started an incantation, one he hoped would work. As his lips silently moved, Rowan and Gabe stared hard at their parents just like their grandfather told them to.

On the other side Brooklyn felt her wrists begin to loosen. Azazel felt the intrusion ripping a hole in the veil and allowing the hunters and angel to break free. The demon snarled at the archangel's interference.

"YOU!"

Gabe and Rowan shielded their eyes by turning into Gabriel's chest. The Messenger unfurled his wings protectively around his grandchildren. His face remained hard as the bright green eyes turned stormy and turbulent in the demon's direction.

"Brook run!" Castiel shouted at her.

"No! I am not leaving you and Dean alone with Yellow Eyes."

Castiel gripped her shoulders tight and looked straight into her eyes.

"Brook, please go. Azazel wants you and I cannot let him rip you apart from us."

The deep cerulean depths silently pleaded with her to go. Brooklyn held her ground but quickly found herself beginning to waver under the pressure of those sharp angelic hues.

Castiel watched as Brooklyn fled out and down the hall leaving Azazel alone with the angel and hunter. Azazel spun around to find the copper haired hunter gone.

"This will be the last time that you interfere with me, angel," the demon charged the angel but Dean leapt in front of him blocking the raging demon.

Azazel picked up the hunter by the collar of his shirt, leveling him with the evil glare directed at him. But Dean wasn't afraid of the demon or whatever the son of a bitch had in store for him.

Brooklyn raced down the hall and sought out the small chapel hoping it would offer some protection. The doors were closed but that didn't deter her as she merely ran through them. The small sanctuary was lit by candles and the sunlight that streamed through the stained glass windows. Her eyes darted around to see a familiar looking form sitting at the front pew by the altar.

"Hello Brooklyn," Caleb greeted her softly. The reaper turned around to face the hunter. Brooklyn froze halfway down the aisle and peered at the reaper through the dim light. Caleb slowly rose, never taking his steady but sympathetic gaze off of the hunter. She couldn't move despite the screaming inside her mind to turn and run.

Caleb's movements were fluid and smooth. It was as if he wasn't even walking on smooth tile surface. His eyes were gentle and kind as a sad smile crept up on his face.

"Stay away from me," Brooklyn said in a cracking voice.

"You know I cannot," Caleb responded.

"I won't go, Caleb. I'm not leaving Rowan and Gabe without their mother. They will not grow up without me and you…..You can't make me go."

"You're right I cannot. But it would be less painful if you came with me."

Brooklyn shook her head and pursed her lips tightly together as her powers raced to the surface again. Caleb looked impressed as her eyes flashed green blue and the faint outline of wings slowly became visible.

"Brooklyn, you need to understand…."

"Understand what!? That you want to rip my family apart at the seams?! You want two innocent children to grow up without a mother!?"

"Brooklyn I have plucked many mothers from the arms of their loved ones."

"Well you're going to have to make an exception this time Caleb. My family is in danger! In case you didn't notice Azazel is here and now Dean and Cas are left to fight that demonic bastard."

"I am well aware of the situation," he said softly.

"My family needs me! My children need me!" The tears rolled down her eyes as she continued her impassioned pleas.

"Your family will move on and life will continue without you."

Brooklyn was taken aback by the reaper's words. He didn't care about her family or what would happen to them. Her sorrow quickly evolved into a fiery anger that she didn't hold back.

"I don't care!"

Caleb sighed knowing she wasn't going to give up without a fight. But then again neither was he.

"This is an honorable death, a warrior's death."

Brooklyn laughed bitterly at the insane notion.

"Right, there is no such thing as an honorable death in my line of work. But I don't care what you say because I'm not going!"

"If you remain here you will be unable to return to your body. Your soul will gradually relent to the pain and anguish from staying behind. You will become mad and even violent. Brooklyn, how do you think angry spirits are born? They can't move on or let go. If you choose that path, you turn into the thing you hunt. Do you really think Dean and Castiel would want to hunt you?"

"You leave them out of this!"

Caleb closed the distance between them and placed a hand on her shoulder. Brooklyn felt the cool touch of the reaper though the paper thin hospital top. She felt her lips tremble and the stinging tears pour continuously down her face.

"Brooklyn, it's time to put the pain behind you."

Sorry about the super long delay but I had a brain lapse but now I have an idea of what I need to do!!! Thanks again for the patience!!