A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the guys *sighs*
Brooklyn stood there with her back facing Caleb. She knew he wasn't lying, that he spoke nothing but the truth.
"Brooklyn," Caleb said gently while gripped her arm and turning her around.
"No, no Caleb."
She wiped her eyes then turned towards the doors. Her family needed her and she wasn't going to give in and waltz on over to the afterlife. Brooklyn reached for the doors and encircled her fingers around the brass handles. As she prepared to pull them open, the heavy oak doors were blasted open launching her backwards into the reaper.
Azazel materialized in the doorway then crossed the threshold. His host's features were contorted and twisted into a hate filled sneer. Brooklyn stood ready to take the demon on once again.
"I'll deal with you soon enough darlin. But right now my business is with the reaper behind you."
Caleb stood tall and rigid, unafraid of the demon as he had done battle against him and his kind.
"This is not your concern demon. It is her time to move on and I intend on guiding her over."
"Well now you're just going to have to find another soul to claim reaper because she's mine."
"Uh excuse me but you're both dead wrong. No one and I mean no one owns my soul. So you two need to take your little pissing contest somewhere else!"
Azazel glared back at the hunter, raised an arm then slashed it through the air catapulting the hunter across the chapel. Brooklyn slid along the slick wooden wall then crumpled on the floor in a heap. The energy from Azazel's attack stung and burned her soul temporarily paralyzing her. The demon encroached on her as Brooklyn struggled to crawl to her hands and knees. The demon fisted the front of her shirt raising her off the floor.
The hunter struggled and kicked against her tormentor as her fingers clawed frantically at his fingers and hands.
"Oh no darlin you're not going anywhere," he turned to Caleb and flashed a sinister grin at the reaper.
"Bye bye," Azazel waved and brushed his fingers in the air. Caleb felt the invisible fingers ripping him apart before finally exploding in a blinding flash of light. The chapel darkened once again leaving Brooklyn to face the demon alone.
Rowan tugged and jerked at Sam's shirt until he looked down at her.
"Mommy……" She started waddling away out of the room and down the hall.
"Rowan wait!" Sam charged after her as Gabe immediately tailed his sister. Brady dove for the toddler but he was just outside his reach and the hunter dropped to the floor empty handed and with a stinging sensation all over his stomach and legs.
Sam continued following the tiny blonde as he now had Gabe tight in his arms. He dodged doctors and nurses and visitors alike until he saw her freeze in the doorway of the chapel.
Rowan's mouth hung open as she saw her mommy being hurt by the demon Azazel. Sam reached her and wrapped a protective arm around her and her brother.
"Rowan, what do you see sweetie?"
"Mama…." She pointed at the corner where Brooklyn battled against Yellow Eyes. The mini Winchester felt her anger rising again and this time Sam saw the golden aura with his own eyes. Gabe too saw Brooklyn battling to live and felt his little stomach begin to curl and coil at his mother's distress.
"I am going to take so much pleasure in watching you suffer in Hell, bitch."
The twins struggled again Sam hollering and screaming at the demon. Brooklyn heard her little ones along with Sam's panicked tones and felt her own confidence and strength coursing back through her body. Azazel's victorious grin dropped into an angry sneer as the hunter's lips curled into a jubilant smile. Her eyes gently glowed as a deadly set of wings expanded from behind her.
Sam blinked and shook his head as he realized he was seeing his little niece and nephew's auras and they were burning bright like two raging wildfires. He kept his arms wrapped even tighter around their little bodies like his very life depended on it. The heat radiated off them both brushing over Sam's face and body. The doctors and nurses around them seemed to be unaware of what was going on and merely continued on with their routines.
"What the Hell is going on?" Azazel spat out.
"Did you forget my children inherited their grandfather's powers Azazel? The very sight of me in trouble only fuels their beings as their souls know what to do."
The demon screamed out in pain and released his death like grip on Brooklyn's throat feeling the powerful wall of angelic power rush him down the aisle and through the back wall of the chapel. Brooklyn looked straight at her babies seeing the serene expressions that had taken over their sweet faces.
"Mama," Gabe pointed in the chapel and looked up at Sam.
"Mom okay now Gabe?" Sam asked. The mini seraph nodded his head in contentment.
"Let's get back to Grandpa Gabriel," he hoisted both the kids in his arms then turned back towards the room but the twins started squirming and struggling against him.
"Go with him, I'll be okay," Brooklyn rushed up to her babies.
"Mama," Rowan's face was turning bright red but Gabe was there hugging his little sister.
The heartwarming sight of her son comforting her daughter brought a few tears to her eyes. Now she had to avoid Caleb until she was back and safely in her own skin.
Castiel and Dean scoured the hospital looking for Brooklyn. The pair couldn't sense her as Azazel had blocked her aura from them.
"Cas, what if Caleb finds her first?"
"We cannot let that happen Dean. Reapers can be persuasive when bringing souls over."
"Where did you read that?" Dean looked over with inquiring eyes.
"In your father's journal," the angel simply stated.
"Right," Dean muttered as they continued searching for their hunter.
It wouldn't take long until Caleb found them. The reaper was standing in the hallway with his hands shoved neatly in his pockets while in a casual stance. His eyes reflected an old being who had seen much in his timeless existence.
"Hello Dean, hello Caleb," he greeted the angel and hunter.
Dean brushed past Castiel and got in the reaper's face. Caleb remained calm and collective as Dean began his rant.
"I don't know who you think you are but you are not I repeat, not taking Brook! It's not her time to go. Her family needs her. Cas and I need her and we are not going to let some soul collector gank her away from us."
Caleb sadly shook his head at the hunter.
"Dean you must understand it is not your decision to make. Brooklyn's time is here and she will go willing or otherwise. You and Castiel will heal with time as your children will grow up and move on from the pain of losing their mother."
"No, you're not taking her," Castiel came within inches of the reaper's face.
"And who will stop me? You Castiel? There are things that even angels cannot manipulate or control with a whim of their mind or powers."
"Surely you can make an exception for her? Don't you know she is Gabriel's daughter?" Dean pleaded with the reaper.
"I am very well aware of that fact, Dean. I sent many of Gabriel's descendents to the other side, why is she so different?"
"It is not her fate to be taken so soon, reaper. The only reason why she is here is because of Azazel."
Dean looked over at Castiel wondering just what he meant by it wasn't her fate to be taken so soon. But there would be time for answers later.
"I am sorry but rules are rules, Castiel. Now if you excuse me I have a job to do," Caleb vanished in a rush of air.
"Damn it!" Dean shouted out.
"Dean we need to move now. You go back to the room and I will keep searching."
Dean nodded and raced back to Brooklyn's room. He could hear the monitors beeping in a steady and continuous manner making him sigh in relief. The hunter spotted Rowan in Gabriel's lap as Gabe was playing with the Ouija board. Rowan felt her father's presence immediately.
"Daddy," she squeaked excitedly.
"Yep I'm here Rowan, Daddy's back."
Dean noticed Sam and Brady were missing which made him hope they had found something. He looked down at Gabe and got an idea.
"Gabe," the little angel looked up.
"Daddy Dean," he smiled. Dean smiled warmly back at him.
"Yep it's me kiddo. Listen I need your help," he squatted down to the toddler's level, "Can you put that down and touch it like this?"
Dean watched as Gabe put the pointer down and allowed him to place his fingers on the device. Gabe tilted his head as if he were studying what Dean was showing him. But the little guy reached out and mimicked Dean's position.
"Good job, Gabe. Alright just let Daddy Dean do all the work okay?"
Gabe sat tight as Dean started moving the pointer. The sound of plastic scratching board caught Gabriel's attention which Dean had hoped for. With Rowan in his arms, the Messenger watched as Dean spelled out the word reaper.
"Dean, did the reaper go after Brooklyn?"
Dean pointed to yes. Gabriel nodded and waited for the next response. Dean then spelled out Brady and Sam's names.
"They found a lead and went back to the house where Markus is helping them."
What he spelled next panicked the archangel. Brooklyn missing.
"My daughter's missing?"
Dean spelled out Cas looking. Gabe sat there through the entire episode letting the point flow smoothly across the board. He was intrigued at the device and stared even harder as Dean continued communicating with the archangel.
Brooklyn wandered through the halls calling out her angel's name. She ran her hands up her arms as she suddenly felt chilled all over. It was then she realized she wasn't alone. The hunter spun around on her heels and nearly collided into Caleb.
"I told you I'm not going anywhere."
"You would rather stay here and slowly become mad and turn into an angry spirit?"
"I will find a way to return," she said with confidence.
Caleb was impressed by her determination and faith that she would be reunited with her family but he knew better. He had heard it before countless times but this time however, the reaper sensed something different in her voice.
"You honestly believe you will be returned to the world of the living?"
"You bet I do."
Brady and Sam drove furiously down the interstate with the items and scroll in hand. Markus had been away when Brooklyn was attacked but immediately searched for a spell when he learned of what was going on.
"I hope this works," Brady muttered. His hands had turned sheet white from gripping the wheel so tight. Sam noticed how agitated his friend was.
"Brady, we're gonna make it. Brooklyn's a tough soul and she won't let some reaper gank her."
"You're right Sam, I shouldn't be so down."
For the first time in a long time, Brady flashed a genuine smile at his friend.
Sorry about the slow update but I finally got some inspiration!