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

Dean tossed and turned in his bed feeling something was missing. He would reach out for someone that wasn't there, someone who should be there with him.

"Brooklyn," Dean sat up panting hard. He looked around the room sadly realizing he was alone. The snow continued falling outside covering the ledge in a coat of white. Dean always loved snow but this time, it was different. He wanted to share his love of it with her and his love.

His love? When did he think that? He flopped back on the bed and looked over seeing someone now there stretched out beside him.

"Hello Dean," Brooklyn said. Dean shook his head and rubbed his eyes to find her still there. She was clad in the white dress from the auction house and damn was she ever beautiful. Her grey depths were swimming with hope and sorrow.

"This is a dream isn't it?" Brooklyn smiled sadly and nodded her head.

"I'm afraid so," she whispered. "This is your soul's way of making you see what's been in front of you since the first day you laid eyes upon me."

"It can't be true….That's just a myth!"

"Is it Dean? I mean here you are having a conversation with someone who is in your mind as we speak."

"Touché," he admitted.

"Dean the myths are real. You are my…."

"Soulmate," Dean finally admitted it.

"As you are mine," Brooklyn said with a smile creeping up upon her lips. "Please believe it and open your heart. I cannot stop thinking about you. My soul, it's crying out for you right now even as I lie unconscious beside him."

Dean saw the smile fade until a haunted expression crossed her face.

"He hurt you didn't he?" Brooklyn nodded and looked away.

"Yes," she whispered. "After the market he…… and then later he whipped me after Jessica visited me."

"That bastard," Dean growled. Alaric had hurt her and he couldn't do a damn thing about it!

"Please come for me…..My spirit is broken and soul is crying."

Dean saw the tears running down her face and reached out to wipe them away. He was stunned as his thumb touched warm skin. Brooklyn leaned in to his touch and covered his hand with hers.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to feel you," she sighed deeply. Dean leaned in pressing his lips to hers. Brooklyn responded to him and slid her hand around his neck pulling him in closer. The pull grew stronger as their bodies touched. Dean shifted her beneath him feeling his need rise within. His hands reached out ripping away the white dress exposing her naked body. He pulled away his shirt and sleep pants showing nothing beneath the clothing.

"Dean…Please…." She gently pleaded with him. Dean nodded and looked down upon her with lust desire and above all love in his eyes. He felt her shift her body for him allowing him to ease inside her waiting body. The vampire gasped as their bodies were now locked together. His lips hungrily searched for hers as he slowly thrusted inside, wishing to be gentle and tender with the human. His hand caressed her body wanting to explore every inch of his human's form.

The vampire and human continued making love on the bed feeling their bodies near climax. Brooklyn moaned panted and writhed as her body relented to the onslaught within. Dean gasped at his lover's body tightening around him milking his cock with damp heated walls. His body drew closer with every steady thrust until his was gently crying out her name. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist keeping pinned against her as he rode out the powerful waves.

It was like a clean rush, a high for them both as their souls mated into one. Dean looked down noticing her eyes were now a rich hue of jade just like his. It was true! The vampire smiled feeling so foolish for not listening to his brother. Brooklyn looked up at him confused over his knowing smile. The vampire leaned in kissing her with every fiber of love within his being knowing she could feel it too.

Dean pulled back and kissed her forehead before moving off her and stretching out alongside her. He pulled the blanket over their bodies then drew her in his arms.

"I should've never doubted it," Dean whispered as he stroked her face.

"Doubted what?" She asked.

"This," he answered. "About how every soul has its match and not many find their soulmate but I did. I found you."

Brooklyn nodded and kissed him sweetly before pulling back and saying, "You finally realized what your heart's been telling you Dean. But now you need to wake up."

"Wait Brooklyn please…." He pleaded but she snapped her fingers and whispered the three words his heart yearned to hear. "I love you."

"I love you too," he whispered before he was being swept away and waking up in his own bed….Alone.

At the same time each one woke up feeling the emotions of the other. Brooklyn carefully looked around to find Alaric lying beside her with his arms carefully draped over her body. She replaced her head back down on the pillow letting the feelings she experienced in her vivid dream flow through her. Dean was her soulmate and they couldn't even be together. She closed her eyes feeling the tear slip past and down her cheek. The vampire opened his eyes knowing she was awake beside him.

He sensed her sadness and sorrow and knew it was over that damned Dean Winchester. His anger bubbled to the surface but then remembered the injuries on her back. Alaric reached over and peeled one of the bandages on her back and grinned. The wounds were healing rather nicely and started to scab over. She could handle it.

Brooklyn felt her body being turned over and back against the mattress. She prepared for the pain but it didn't come. The human was shocked over the absence of the flaring pain that followed when the slightest touch occurred. She looked up straight into her master's eyes. The predatory look was back and she knew what he wanted.

"You're healed enough," he growled then pulled the sheet back exposing his own naked form. Brooklyn lay there with defeat flashing in her eyes as the vampire lifted her hips then shifted his and slid inside. Brooklyn sobbed as he pumped inside her fulfilling his sexual needs. Alaric leaned over kissing her neck and bare chest, nipping at the human's erect nipples and eliciting a reaction from her. She cried out and arched her body upward at the first wave which crashed inside of her. Alaric moaned at her body's tightening as he felt his body edging closer. His hips snapped harder and faster against her then buried his fangs deep within her flesh. Brooklyn sobbed harder as the vampire's body spilled inside her filling his slave's body with hot thick ropes of his release. Alaric continued pumping hard against her even as his orgasm began to wane.

"You will never be with him!" He hissed in her ear as he pulled back. "Never! You are mine by every right!"

Brooklyn softly sobbed and looked away from her master's hateful stare. Alaric withdrew from her body and pulled her in his rough grasp holding in the familiar possessive manner as before. She tried to suppress the vile thoughts and attempted to think of the blonde haired vampire with rich soulful eyes who had visited her in his dreams. She knew he would come for her but didn't know when. As he held his slave Alaric knew he would have to leave sooner than he wished but if it meant getting her as far away from Winchester as possible he would do it. The vampire decided to wait until after he got up to notify William about the change in plans.

Soon it would be over and he would never have to worry about that insipid Dean Winchester or his brother Sam. Brooklyn closed her eyes and bit back the bitter tears but one slipped out landing on the pillow below. She need to escape but knew any attempt or anything Alaric suspected as an attempt would result in swift cruel punishment at his hand again. So she stayed there, in the vampire's cold embrace and willed her body to sleep.

Jessica had seen William walking down the hall and wondered what was going on knowing it wasn't a social call. She knew her brother didn't call upon him he and his guards were needed for something. Feigning innocence and blocking her mind from his invasive thoughts, Jessica emerged from her room and "ran" into William.

"William it is a pleasure to see you," she flashed a false smile. "What brings you here?"

"Alaric merely called upon me for business, none of which for you to be concerned with," William grinned. Jessica knew not to question the motives of either her brother or William as it would arouse their suspicions. Instead she merely bowed and continued on her way towards the kitchen. She had to find a way to reach Dean about this development and knew how to do it.

"Dean!" John bellowed out from down the hall. Dean groaned wondering what his father wanted now. Ever since the day they brought the new slaves home John had been rather happy which was scary in his book. John was seldom happy or even showed any signs of the emotion after their mom died at the hands of hunters so long ago. Still it was a nice change and he wasn't about to question his father's good mood.

John was in the study when Dean rapped lightly on the door. "Come in," the older vampire called out. His dark ancient depths watched his son enter and close the door behind him.

"Dean, we need to talk," his father said with a hint of concern. "I have noticed lately you've been rather depressed and down. Tell me son, what's going on with you? Does it have to do with Alaric Saltzman's new slave?"

Dean tried to avoid his father's questioning stare but the force and sheer will of John's eyes kept his in place. "Yes," he confessed. John rounded the desk and placed a hand on his son's shoulder.

"I think it's time I told you the truth about your mother," Dean sat across from John wondering what he had left out for all these centuries.

"Your mother was not a vampire, but a slave. When I was serving to the South in Kansas I met her as you had met Brooklyn. It was then I knew she was the one, the one that my soul hungered for. But she belonged to another and I could not bear to be without her."

"What did you do?" Dean asked sitting on the edge of his seat.

"One night while her master was away on business, the human overseer had been called away to another part of the house leaving Mary alone. She saw her opportunity and escaped where I waited and we fled to here where we lived in comfort and happiness with you and Sam until that night…." John's eyes grew cold and pained. "The bounty hunters had found us as her master had been alerted to her escape. I fought them off but one was a vampire who overpowered me while the others….."

John's eyes welled with tears as he could hear her screams fill his mind. The way those bastards bound then dragged her away back to Kansas where the vampire who owned her killed her in a cold rage.

"Dad I didn't know…" Dean whispered but John waved it off.

"I told you this as I figured out what she was to you and I cannot stand to see you suffer the same fate as me. Tell me when is Jessica due to return?"

"I don't know," Dean sighed heavily. "The snow is falling hard and I haven't seen her since yesterday."

"Well perhaps I can help you," John said with a weak smile. "I want my son to be happy and besides it gives me a chance to strike back at the Saltzmans for what they did."

"Dad, it was them that killed Mom?!" John nodded his head.

"Yes it was Alaric's brother who killed her."

Dean grew angered at this revelation that it was a Saltzman who had destroyed his family. His rage welled rapidly inside but John immediately quelled it.

"Dean, going in there enraged and wild will only get you and Brooklyn hurt or killed. Now tell me what you know about her and Alaric's activity."

Dean nodded as he started to tell his father everything he knew about her and what Alaric had done.

Well now did anyone see this one coming......Next update soon!