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

John sat back and angrily shook his head. The Saltzmans were all alike with the exception of Jessica and even then he wondered if she was adopted. Dean sat across from him watching him with his sharp emerald depths as he stood and walked around the desk to the shelf behind him. John pulled a book partially from the shelf, watching a part of the furnishing pull away to expose the vault concealed beneath. He carefully twisted the knob until the combination, 11-2-83, clicked the mechanism and pulled it open. The patriarch pulled a set of keys from a hook and closed the heavy door allowing the vault to become hidden once again.

"Dad what are those for?" Dean asked as he accepted the key ring.

"To the South I have a property outside of Columbus and in it is a means for you escape. If you're serious about stealing her from Alaric you better be damn well prepared."

Dean nodded and toyed with the keys wondering what his father had hiding Ohio. But John wasn't finished yet. Once again turned to the desk he opened a drawer with a false bottom containing several stacks of cash. He knew someday the money would be useful and this was that time. Quickly John stuffed the money along with fake credentials inside the bag and slammed the drawer shut. He knew the penalty for assisting in stealing a slave but he was prepared to face whatever the Council threw his way. In fact, it was the same Council that didn't carry out the traditional death sentence when he had stolen his beloved.

Council gathering….2,000 years before….

John stood before the Council bound in silver chains. The heavy cuffs burned against his wrists throat and ankles as the vampires before him weighed his fate. He knew the punishment was death by burning but the vampire didn't care. They had ruthlessly robbed his Mary away from him, back to the bastard Saltzman in Lawrence. Word had traveled back to him about what he had done to her after the bounty hunters returned. He had started out slow, letting her bleed slowly until she was weakened to the point of near death. Then the vampire had brutalized her in ways that made even the strongest of hearts cringe. They said her cries could be heard across the cold prairie, carried by the howling winds. The torment carried on well into the night and next day until her master hung her up and torched her dying body watching as flesh melted away with the flames leaving only a charred skeleton behind. But she got no peace as the vampire smashed what little remained of Mary letting the ashes and fragments scatter to the wind.

Now he was there to face his own punishment. He spied Alaric Saltzman seated to the left. His dark eyes were callous and cold as his mouth was turned up in a smirk as equally cold. John knew the vampire had done something as the way he sat and remained silent while the high members whispered amongst themselves. He heard them mention death several times then their voices dropped and went silent as they turned to face John.

"John Winchester you have here by been found guilty of stealing the slave of one Maximilian Saltzman. The penalty is death but for you the Council has decided otherwise."

John froze in place as he had expected to die but now the Council was about to hand down a different punishment. What had the Saltzmans done!?

"You, John Winchester, will not die but live with the pain and guilt of knowing you will live alone in this world without the human Mary Saltzman."

The vampire was stunned as he was led away never letting his eyes shift from those of Alaric. The smug bastard grinned wider as John cursed and hollered out at the vampire though his hollow threats fell upon deaf ears.

"Dad!" Dean snapped his fingers bringing John out of his trance. He shook his head and ran his hand down his face in an attempt to gather his composure.

"I'm alright Dean. I was just…."

"Remembering what they did?" John nodded his head and closed his eyes feeling the pain of losing Mary rush through all over again.

"I can't watch you lose her Dean. My family will not suffer under the hands of the Saltzmans again!" The ferocity in John's tone made Dean shudder a little as he had never seen such rage in his father's eyes until now. Not even when he had nearly killed two slaves did the animalistic fury match to what he was seeing burning in those rich depths. Dean knew he was risking death by helping him steal Brooklyn and John was ready to take the Saltzmans head on.

Brooklyn continued letting the hot water fill the granite tub and finish preparing Alaric's bath. After the vampire had carried out his carnal needs and dozed off with her wrapped tightly in his arms. She had willed her body to sleep and felt the pull of Dean's soul until her master cruelly pulled her awake and ordered the human to draw up his bath. The human turned off the faucet and ran her fingers through the steamy water feeling it was just right. She stood and turned running into Alaric in the process. She felt her body lock in place as she stood there frightened in his presence.

"I am sorry," she whispered meekly while bowing her head. Her body tensed as it awaited punishment for her stupidity but the vampire merely tilted her head upward and looked straight into her fearful eyes.

"You are forgiven this time," his tone said otherwise but she dare not question him. Brooklyn started to undress her master letting the clothing fall onto her waiting arm. His strong body was now completely uncovered as she removed the last item. Alaric felt the gentle brush of her fingers as she had popped open each button slowly then slipped his shirt off followed by the expensive pants and belt. As her fingers ran along his waist and hips, the vampire felt it rising once again.

"On your knees," Alaric grabbed her shoulders and roughly shoved her down to the floor. Brooklyn knew what he wanted and took his waiting cock in her mouth. The vampire tilted his head back groaning aloud as her mouth moved skillfully back and forth. The heated wetness created a delicious friction agaisnt the sensitive smooth skin. Brooklyn latched her hands onto his rock solid thighs keeping steady as he fucked her mouth. Alaric snapped his hips harder against his slave feeling his climax nearing. His thrusts quickened and the moaning grew louder until the vampire cried out exploding in Brooklyn's waiting mouth. He kept her there and continued pumping his softening cock inside her as the hot wet mouth was heaven to him.

Brooklyn continued running her tongue along her master's soft cock knowing the worst was still to come. Alaric pulled her up forcing the human to her feet. He glared at her then shoved her towards the sink and flipped the water on. Brooklyn felt her head being forced under the mild pressure then her mouth was pried open.

"We need to clean that dirty mouth now don't we?" He hissed in her ear. "Don't we!?" He yelled this time.

"Yes," she sputtered between gasps of air.

"Yes what?!" he growled.

"Yes Master," she coughed. Alaric fisted her copper tresses and tugged her head and upper body back from the sink and turned off the water. He pushed her hard to the floor watching his slave fall upon all fours. Water dripped off the strands of auburn as Alaric watched her shiver on the floor. Her small frame was now violently shaking as Brooklyn anticipated her master's actions, realizing he wasn't through with her yet.

With one swift rip the dress was gone, torn to shreds and now on the ground.

"Get in," he barked coldly. Brooklyn fought back her tears as she slowly stepped in the hot water followed by Alaric. The vampire wasted no time in pouncing on the human and shoved her body against the edge of the tub. The unforgiving edge dug into her waist as his nails buried into her hips holding her tight. Brooklyn sobbed as he roughly forced his cock inside and pumped hard against her unwilling body. Her soft cries muffled as Alaric covered her mouth with his hand. He didn't want anyone to hear; no, only he got to hear her this time.

"I am never letting you go…." He nipped and kissed at her neck and shoulders. "Never…"

Water splashed out of the tub and onto the floor as Alaric continued placing his mouth all over her wet skin tasting the human with every touch of his lips. His chest rubbed against her back irritating the stitches which still remained in her back but Alaric didn't care at this point. He was getting close, so damn close….

"You're my favorite…." He growled in her ear. "Always be my favorite…."

His grunts deepened as her body tightened around him. Brooklyn's groans and cries were stifled by his large hand as she felt her body being forced towards release. Alaric grinned and thrusted harder against her and leaned over in her ear, "I knew you loved it. The way I fuck you in bed and here…."

Brooklyn's fingers pressed against the cold granite as her master grunted and rutted against her spilling his release inside her once again. His fingers slid down past her stomach and hips then teased the sensitive area between her legs. Brooklyn struggled and fought but it only fed Alaric's carnal lust as he continued pumping inside his slave taking her over and over.

"You know what happens when you disobey me Brooklyn…." He bit down on her shoulder breaking skin and flesh. Brooklyn cried out and sobbed uncontrollably as Alaric fed from her feeling him suck then lick the blood from the fresh puncture marks on her neck. He licked and lapped away the blood even when it had long since gone. The waning orgasm soon faded away as Alaric continued kissing and caressing her wet body but the human knew it was the calm before the storm.

Alaric rested against her feeling his slave's heart thunder loudly in her chest. He grinned as she was anticipating what was coming. Good, she feared him. Brooklyn felt her body being hurled out of the tub still wet and into the bedroom. The leather straps were fastened around her wrists securing her in place. Alaric circled around her with cane in hand making a point for the human to see it.

"I told you punishment would come when you refute me," he gripped her chin keeping her head up. Her eyes were trained on the cane in his free hand and prepared the blows to follow. Alaric grinned sinisterly at the sheer terror reflecting her grey pools. The vampire vanished behind her and the first blow crossed her bottom and thighs. She screamed at the top of her lungs until her throat turned raw and red. Alaric watched the bright pink skin turn crimson as the blood flowed down along the back of her legs and ass. His fury was unabated as he continued lashing the helpless slave until her head went limp and the screams ceased.

Alaric dropped the cane and freed the unconscious woman letting her slump over his shoulder. He put her on the bed then fetched for Missouri to tend to the new set of wounds.

Dean saddled up his horse and headed out in the snowstorm. Jessica had sent a dispatch alerting him about William's arrival to the estate. He knew something wasn't right when Alaric was summoning the captain of the guard. Whatever the reason for the visit, Dean felt it wasn't good. As his steed rushed out into the blinding white, Jessica was on her way, unaware that Ava had spied the vampire charging off.