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

Dean hoped Jessica could get the note to Brooklyn. He wanted her to know he was sorry for not being able to beat out Alaric that he would never do to her what he was doing or would do in the future. His soul wouldn't permit it. As he strolled down the hallway his sharp eyes spotted a gentle warm glow coming from the library. He walked in spying Sam bent over a book as usual.

"Now what are you reading?" He teased as he approached his brother. Sam looked up and rubbed his eyes then glanced at the clock.

"Oh just a little research," he shrugged.

"On what?" Dean leaned over to grab the book but Sam snatched it before he could get it.

"Nothing," he stood up keeping the book out his brother's reach.

"Oh really? Then why are you being so hush hush about nothing," Dean tackled his brother to the ground and the two wrestled around until Dean snatched the book from his hand and leapt to his feet.

"Bitch," Sam called his brother.

"Jerk," Dean casually responded. He flopped down in the chair facing the fireplace and flipped through the pages. His emerald depths shot up to Sam as he arched an eyebrow.

"Really Sam? You're reading about this?" Dean slammed the book shut in disgust.

"Dean," Sam started. "You need to think about the possibility here. It's happened before. Think about Mom and Dad."

Dean shook his head. "Sam it's a damn fable, a myth! Just because you believe in this chick fluff doesn't mean I'm buying what you're selling."

"Keep telling yourself that Dean," Sam countered. "I mean really who are you trying to kid here? Me or yourself?"

"Sam this is the real world! This was written centuries ago by some poor lonely bastard who wanted to prop up the hopes of every hopeless and helpless romantic out there!"

"Okay fine," Sam huffed. "Why is it when you saw her you acted the way you did? You can't even give me a straight answer. You've been moping around the estate for the last two days thinking about her."

"Her name is Brooklyn!" Dean snapped angrily.

"I rest my case. Dean she's your…."

"Don't say it!" Dean growled and grew angrier.

"Soulmate," Sam finished. "Dean why is it so hard for you to think it let alone say it? Is this because of Cassie? Because you gave your heart to her and she used you? Dean you need to get over that."

"I am!" he barked.

"I think not," Sam countered. "Look if you decide to finally come around and read up on the subject, I'll leave this here."

Sam placed the book on the table and left Dean to stew alone in the library. He glanced over his shoulder one last time to see his brother seated with arms crossed and eyes transfixed on the roaring fire. Sam shook his head and closed the door behind him.

Jessica watched and waited for her brother to return. She promised Dean she would try to deliver the hastily scribbled letter to Brooklyn and she was a vampire of her word. Her persistence paid off as the Suburban rolled up and Alaric stepped out. Brooklyn appeared two steps behind him wearing the leather straps across her wrist. Jessica shook her head at the sight as she viewed the whole enslavement as vulgar but she was in a very small minority. Sure there were vampires who helped humans escape their masters but those vampires risked death along with the humans.

Alaric waited for Brooklyn to slip his coat and boots off before proceeding further inside. Brooklyn placed the articles in the foyer then knelt down upon her knees waiting for further instruction. He called out for Ava who was more than eager to be of service to the vampire.

"See to it Brooklyn is bathed and prepared for me. I will be in my chambers."

Ava bit back her irritation as he turned and walked up the stairs. Jessica decided this was her opportunity.

"Ava," she calmly called out. Ava looked up to see the blonde haired vampire approach.

"Disregard my brother's orders as I will see to her myself. The stables need to be restocked with fresh hay."

"Yes Mistress Jessica," Ava said with some relief. Jessica watched the slave head out the door towards the stables then pulled Brooklyn to her knees. Brooklyn was at a loss for words as the younger vampire guided her towards the slaves' bathing room. Jessica closed the door and looked at frightened slave and flashed a warm smile.

"Don't be afraid I am not like my brother. I am Jessica and I know Dean Winchester, the vampire you saw at auction."

"You….you do?" Brooklyn stammered. Jessica nodded as she drew up the bath and fetched the towels. Brooklyn started to pull away the soiled clothing letting it fall to the floor and gather around her ankles. The human eased her body in the steamy bath and reached for the soap and cloth. Jessica pulled the letter out of her pocket.

"He wanted me to deliver this to you," Brooklyn spied the folded paper in her hand. "I don't know what you did but he's desperate to reach you."

"But I did nothing," Brooklyn gently argued.

"Ah but you did," Jessica countered. "He tried bidding for you did he not?" Brooklyn nodded.

"There is something special about you. Something that reached out to him that day."

"What does it say?" Brooklyn asked. Jessica unfolded the letter and started reading it aloud.

Brooklyn,

I learned your name from Jessica and it is a beautiful name. I am sorry I could not outbid Alaric that day at auction but that has not deterred me from seeking a way to find you. I hope you can understand I am not giving up until I have you. I cannot explain what it is but when I laid eyes upon you I was swept away by your defiant soul and the fire that burned within. If this finds its way to you please tell Jessica I am forever in her debt for this as I know this was a dangerous request. Please do not give up hope.

Dean

Brooklyn was moved by his words though they came from a vampire. She knew some vampires and humans broke the barriers and found love with one another but it was rare and they didn't come out and announce it either as Law prohibited such relations. The only relations allowed was between slave and master and that was sexual in nature. It was the right of the master or mistress to bed any slave of their choosing and Alaric was taking full advantage of it.

"Mistress Jessica," Brooklyn started to say. "I would like to respond."

"You don't have to call me Mistress when we are alone," Jessica interjected. "And you have my permission." She winked at the human as Brooklyn finished bathing. The vampire fetched some paper and a pen and watched as Brooklyn wrote a return letter. Though her mind hollered it was a trick, her soul was screaming the opposite. She remembered the bright emerald pools which were brimming with sorrow as she had been sold to Alaric and her heart had shattered. Why did she feel such sentiments towards this vampire? She had not even uttered a single word to him.

Jessica took the finished letter and tucked it away in her pocket and helped Brooklyn into the simple blue dress which was cut low in the front revealing soft flush skin and a peek of each breast. The diamond choker was wrapped around her throat accentuating her appearance.

"Don't test my brother's patience or anger him," Jessica offered up. "He has been known to hand down severe punishments upon slaves."

"Why do you not stop him if he is so harsh upon others?" Brooklyn tilted her head waiting for her to answer.

"The Law is what we must follow and since my brother is on the Council I must be cautious in my actions. I do not agree with enslavement but I cannot go against the Law."

Brooklyn noticed the empathy in the vampire's eyes and could not be angry at her. She too was trapped by the boundaries which society had placed upon her as well. Jessica placed the leather straps back on her wrists and led the human out the door and up the grand staircase towards Alaric's chambers.

Alaric was sprawled on the bed when Jessica entered with Brooklyn.

"Jessica why are you bringing her in?" Alaric sat up.

"I dismissed Ava as the stables needed to be cleaned. Besides dear Brother why question when I did a much better job with the human."

Alaric looked her up and down admiring the work of his sister's hand. "I apologize for my snap judgment Sister. She is beautiful."

Jessica smiled and excused herself leaving Alaric alone with Brooklyn. The vampire jumped off the large bed and approached his slave. She had to fight the urge to turn and look away but forced her stare at him remembering Jessica's advice.

"Tomorrow I have a surprise for you," he said. Brooklyn was afraid to ask but heard her voice as she asked what it was.

"You will just have to wait until then," he teased. She shuddered in anticipation of Alaric's little surprise suspecting it couldn't be good for her. Their eyes remained locked together until the vampire flinched first breaking the trance. Alaric led her by the leather cuffs to the center of his room where a bar was suspended from the ceiling. Brooklyn swallowed hard as he tied each wrist through a leather loop then securing the human in place. She struggled a little against the restraints but it was no use, he had her secured.

"You tested my patience earlier today in the marketplace and that cannot go unpunished," Alaric produced the dagger from his pants admiring the craftsmanship. Brooklyn's heard thundered in her chest as he approached the terrified human. She watched helplessly as the delicate material fluttered to the floor in large erratic shards. The vampire set the blade down then picked up the cane knowing this would do the trick.

He stood behind her with cane held over his head. The vampire saw the small tremors running through her body as he handed down the first blow. Brooklyn cried out as the rough surface tore her skin and flesh apart letting the blood run freely down her back. But he didn't stop there as Alaric continued striking out repeatedly hearing her screams grow louder and higher. Her pain was his pleasure as the human gasped and panted trying to block the pain. Her body tensed and locked up with every blow against her. Alaric continued his cruel punishment not caring if the carpet was soaked in red as it could easily be replaced. He had a lesson to teach.

Brooklyn continued crying for mercy for him to cease the beatings until she felt the blackness sweep over her sending into a state of numbness. Alaric watched the human slump over in the restraints and immediately halted the caning. The exterior was coated in the slave's blood and brought it to his face and ran his tongue all around the rough surface. He licked his lips and tossed it carelessly aside, focused on the one before him.

The vampire cut her down and dropped her on the bed and examined her injuries. Some were deeper than others. The tracks of her tears were drying against her skin as he looked over the damage he caused. He reached out dabbing his fingers in the shallowest one and licked his fingers of the sweet tasting elixir.

"Now perhaps you will no longer disrespect me," he whispered in her ear before fetching Missouri to assist in cleaning his slave.

Alaric is rather sadistic huh?