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

A/N: I know several of you have a rather huge disdain for Alaric but he is crucial for the story but just sit tight and hold on for the ride!

Jessica returned and hurried inside as the clouds gathered threatening the first winter storm of the season. The wind had picked up bringing a bone chilling cold to those who were caught in it. She burst through the door and slammed it shut as the first flakes began to fall. Jessica always did despise winter wishing she was at the other estate in Barbados. Her family practically owned the island so why they didn't go there in the cold months was beyond her. Missouri greeted her and quickly removed the cloak gloves and boots.

"Welcome home Mistress Jessica," she bowed. Jessica bowed back as she harbored a great respect for the older slave.

"Thank you Missouri," she greeted. "How is Brooklyn?"

"She is healing though I fear she will be permanently scarred for life," Missouri confessed. Jessica was afraid she would say that as the sharp cries which echoed through the manor were those of great suffering and agony.

"I take it my brother is with her?"

"No, Alaric is tending to business as your father is still away."

"Excellent, I wish to see her," Jessica trotted up the stairs and down the hallway towards Alaric's chambers. The letter was secure in her pocket as she reached the double doors and paused momentarily. Her keen hearing detected the sounds of the human's heart beating steadily on the other side while her breathing was deep and rhythmic. The vampire pushed down upon the lever and forced the heavy door inward granting her access. The fire was still roaring filling the grand room with comforting warmth as Jessica crossed to the bed. Brooklyn was fast asleep with her upper body uncovered with the exception of the bandages covering the still healing wounds.

"Brook," she gently stirred the human. Brooklyn groaned and shifted on her stomach as she attempted to open her eyes. The painkiller Alaric had been administering was highly potent keeping her in a lull until he determined otherwise. Jessica tried another tactic.

"Brook, I have a letter from Dean," Jessica watched as she struggled to awaken and finally summoned the strength to force her eyes open wide and lift her body partially off the mattress ignoring the pain flaring in her back. She didn't care that her breasts were exposed as being in Alaric's presence quelled any modesty she held onto. Jessica slipped the letter out and handed it to her watching her eyes light up as she saw the pressed flower between the pressed layers of paper. The human's eyes watered as she started to read his response.

Brooklyn,

I hope this reaches your hands safely as I know Jessica is risking a great deal by being our courier. I hope you like the flower as knowing with what has happened it could bring some light to the darkness in which you are being put through. I cannot stop thinking about you and those gorgeous grey depths which revealed the beautiful soul within. A soul which sought me out and brought me in and refused to let go. I know we have not spoken or touched one another but I yearn to touch the soft skin and silken copper strands of hair. I wish to hold you tight and chase away the demons which haunt you now in Alaric's presence. To kiss those soft full lips slowly and passionately. I will find a way to you and when I do it will be the happiest day of my life….

Dean

Brooklyn smiled as the tears trickled down her face. Jessica was touched to as she had read the letter along with her and was rather shocked that her old friend had such a way with words. Who ever thought he was a hopeless romantic at heart?

"Thank you for doing this," Brooklyn whispered.

"Brook I am Dean's friend and I have never seen him so happy until he saw you. You two belong together. I can feel it and see it."

Brooklyn smiled weakly and relaxed back into the pillows. For the first time in a long time she felt at ease. Jessica looked down and noticed the traces of the tattoo on Brooklyn's wrist and gasped.

"What did he do to you?" Brooklyn looked away. "He marked me," her smile dropped.

Jessica perked her head up hearing the faint footfalls of her brother coming down the hall.

"Alaric is coming back. Hide your letter and flower," Brooklyn passed both to the vampire and watched them vanish in the folds of her dress just as Alaric stepped in the room. He stared at his sister and slave before closing the door behind him.

"Jessica what brings you here?" He asked suspiciously.

"I am merely checking on your slave for Missouri was tending to a more pressing matter," she covered. Alaric bought the excuse and nodded.

"Thank you for watching Brooklyn as she is still healing," she watched her brother kneel down to Brooklyn's level looking into her eyes. Brooklyn had a distant look in her eyes which he attributed to the painkiller.

"How are you feeling?" He asked the human.

"It still hurts Master," she breathed painfully.

"Of course it will," he answered quietly. "I brought some of this," he pulled out a small vial and popped the cork. Jessica watched as he tilted Brooklyn's head up and placed the lip of the vial to her lips and raised it which forced the contents in her mouth and down her throat. It coated her throat and gave off a cooling sensation as it slid further inside her body. Brooklyn felt her body tingle and go numb then heavy before her eyes slowly closed once again.

"Alaric what was that?" Jessica looked over with questioning eyes.

"You must not worry my dear sister," he chuckled. "It is nothing bad only a way to speed the healing up."

Jessica didn't dare question him as she needed to be there for Dean and Brooklyn both. Instead she merely excused herself and made a quick exit. Alaric turned her wrist seeing the detailed tattoo on his slave's wrist. Adrian had done an exquisite job with the family crest as it stood out prominently against her pale skin. He continued to admire the work until a light rapping on his door snapped out of the trance he was in. Alaric looked up to see the captain of his guard, William, enter the room.

"I am sorry to disturb you Alaric but we have business to discuss if you recall."

Alaric nodded and stood up letting Brooklyn's wrist slip from his hand as he walked away from the bed and towards the vampire.

"Do not worry about Brooklyn as she is asleep and will not hear us. Please come in William," the vampire stepped in and closed the door behind him. Alaric poured two tumblers of whiskey and offered one to his guard to which William took.

"You wanted to speak with me if you recall," Alaric nodded and took a drink.

"Yes we need to discuss the arrangements in heading down to my family's estate in Barbados. I wish to put some distance between my slave and Dean Winchester."

"Ah yes, him," William finished his whiskey and Alaric poured more. "Why is he a threat?"

"I won her," he gestured towards Brooklyn, "and Dean attempted to purchase her. I suspect he is plotting to steal her."

"Is that so?" William asked carefully then looked at the slave sleeping on the bed. "She is exquisite I will admit."

"I would not put it past him William. You didn't see the way he looked at her, the manner to which his eyes lit with a hunger for the human. It was almost as if he were…"

"In love?" William finished.

"Not what I was thinking but something similar yes," Alaric corrected. "But we must move soon before the snows come from across the lake. I need for you to start grouping the security detail as I wish to travel fully armed and ready in case we have any unwanted travelers follow us."

"But of course," William smirked. It if was one thing he thoroughly enjoyed was bringing out the full metal jacket in every meaning of the word. He rarely had the chance to utilize his full array of armaments and now he was getting that chance again.

"Excellent. Prepare what you need and gather what men will ride with us. I plan to travel to the port of Saint Louis and then head to New Orleans where we will travel to Barbados."

"When do you desire to leave?" William inquired.

"For now I am remaining here until the snow ceases then I shall leave. I wish to leave by the end of the week."

"Then I'll prepare for your journey," William smiled before leaving. Alaric knew he could rely on the captain of the guard to assist in his plan as William was less than keen on Winchester. The vampire finished his whiskey and set the tumbler down. He casually strolled across the room and lowered his body on the bed, careful of the injured slave.

"You angered me so yet you are still my favorite," he whispered to her. "Soon we will be far from here where I will never have to worry about Dean Winchester again."

Dean finally sat down with the book in his lap as his curiosity had gotten the better of him. He had waited until Sam retired for the night to his room knowing the younger Winchester would heckle him for relenting. The fire offered warmth and light for the vampire as he flipped open the book and began reading about soulmates.

In some lore there is an idea that two souls were destined for one another. While the idea of a soulmate varies from culture to culture, most refuse to acknowledge the reality of its existence and dismiss it as a story or myth.

"Yeah that's what I think," Dean said to himself before reading on.

While most will never know their soulmate within their lifetime, for the fortunate few it is a feeling he or she will never forget. The instances that have been documented all have several commonalities. When the two lay eyes upon one another an invisible pull has been described upon first glance.

"Mere coincidence," Dean muttered.

Most have described the overwhelming urge to be with the other even if they do not know his or her name or even uttered a single word to them.

"Okay this is getting creepy," Dean commented.

If someone or something is keeping the two from being together, one will do whatever it takes to be with him or her. The drive to be together has been known to border on insanity for some the longer they were kept apart.

"Alright that's it," Dean slammed the book shut and tossed it to the floor. "No more bedtime stories for me."

The vampire started to rise but paused as he found his eyes fixed on the book. He stared at it for several moments before scooping it back up and sitting back down. As he started to read again unaware Sam was watching from the hallway. The younger brother cracked a smile before leaving Dean alone once again.

"Told ya Dean," he whispered before retreating back up the stairs.

Dean finished reading the passage letting the ancient words absorb into his mind.

Once together, the souls of the two lovers become bound together once they consummate their newfound love.

Dean gulped and felt his face turn red at that last statement. If Brooklyn was his soulmate they would have to…..

He quickly dismissed the silly child like notions of sex and being with another. Dean knew he was still hurting deep down after Cassie but then once he had seen Brooklyn it was as if the pain was slowly starting to subside and be purged of his being. Sighing, the vampire got up and headed towards his own room with thoughts of Brooklyn racing through his mind.

"I am going to get her," he told himself.

Next update soon.......And William is the character William Lennox from the Transformers films....I think he's sooooooo hot!