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

Brooklyn woke up the next morning to the rays of light streaming through the window and hitting her in the face. She rubbed her eyes and looked around realizing she was in the safehouse with Dean. The vampire was still asleep and she found his features alluring to say the least. To the freckles that dotted the bridge of his nose to the blonde hair that was tousled, Brooklyn couldn't but help to find him beautiful. Sure she had seen vampires up close and they wound up dead by her blade but this one, this one saved her and not only that, they were connected. Connected by a deep intense spiritual tie that would never break unless one of them died.

She pulled back the blanket exposing the broad shoulders and strong back. Looking down at Dean then at his body, the human lifted a hand and touched along the spine and shoulders. She shuddered as tiny sparks of electricity surged through her. Was this the connection they held? She wanted to know more and slowly sat up to get a better look at the sleeping vampire. Dean was on his stomach with his head resting on his arms. He was wearing but a shirt and boxers but she didn't get upset or freaked out by the minimal clothing. He wasn't Alaric.

The human continued running her hand along his body unaware that Dean was awake but kept his eyes closed as the feel of her touch was more than any spoken word could describe. He felt the sparks course through his ancient body letting the thick warmth spread and fill every fiber of his being. He continued to let her run slender fingers over his back and neck hoping it would never end. His wish wouldn't be heard as the sound of footsteps creaked along the porch outside. The vampire sprang to his feet and guarded Brooklyn from what lurked outside. His fangs slid out and body tensed as the doorknob rattled then turned. The figure on the other side pushed the solid door open and stepped in.

Dean snarled and jumped landing hard on the stranger. His pupils dilated and became hollow black saucers. The intruder struggled and dropped the bag of provisions in his hands allowing for the supplies to spill across the floor.

"Damn it get off me!" Dean froze on top of the man and looked down at an old familiar face staring back at him.

"Deacon?" He stared down in disbelief.

"Yes, it's me you heathen," Deacon snapped. "Now would you kindly get off of me?"

Dean helped the elder vampire to his feet and gathered the spilled supplies. Deacon looked over at Brooklyn then at Dean. He cast a weary glance at the younger vampire.

"They're looking for her," he said.

"Damn, Alaric works fast," Dean muttered. "Thought the fiery exit would've bought us more time."

"Never underestimate the Saltzmans, Dean. You of all people should know that."

"We didn't realize this was your place," he motioned around. Deacon nodded and went about putting up the supplies.

"Yes, well I view the enslavement of humans as vulgar and disgusting. The way some of our kind treat them is horrendous to say the least. Cattle are treated better than most humans. And before you say anything, I pay my humans and treat them as family. Only when I am in public is when we play the roles of master and slaves. Most came willingly to me as well since many humans know I am an ally."

"But how can you keep humans?" Brooklyn spoke up.

"You must understand something human. Most vampires are reviled by what is referred to as manual labor. They feel such work is beneath them and the humans in my care are paid well, taken care of by my personal physician, are never abused and refuse to leave as they know what awaits them out there."

Deacon pointed to the door. Brooklyn just nodded and remained seated on the bed as Dean flashed a look.

"I'm sorry," she whispered reverting back into a scared human. Dean ran his hand down his face and looked at Deacon.

"Deacon, he abused her, he raped her and beat her. Her back is covered in scars from his methods of discipline! If you don't believe have a look!" He went to Brooklyn's side and gently turned her around and lifted the shirt exposing the angry red lines that marked her back. Deacon gasped at the sight. Of all the centuries he had been a vampire, this was one of the worst cases he had ever seen of a human being beaten by a vampire.

"Dean, I understand your concerns but why her? What is so special about this human?" Deacon looked hard at the human watching her tremble on the bed.

"She's my soulmate Deacon," Dean said with pride. Deacon's mouth dropped and he had to sit down.

"Impossible!" He spat.

"No, it's not! The legends and myths are true! When I laid eyes on her at the auction it hit me! I felt the pull, the need to be with her that day! I'm not letting Alaric take her away!"

Deacon raised his hands in a defensive gesture, "Easy there son, you don't have to rip me apart explaining it. I've read the stories and I know the signs. It's just hard to digest what you've told me. But then again your dad had claimed the same and those damned Saltzmans destroyed him."

"But why didn't Dad die? I mean the pull is so strong that death is the only thing that can destroy it."

"There is something about the Saltzmans you don't know about. They are skilled in the dark arts and when they punished your dad they cursed him, ensuring he didn't die and join his beloved," Deacon placed a hand on his shoulder. "I don't want to see you go through that either. I am sorry for not initially believing you but I wanted to be sure."

Dean nodded and smiled at Deacon. He looked over at Brooklyn who was now sitting cross legged on the bed watching both vampires. Dean sat down beside her, draping an arm around her shoulders.

"You can trust Deacon," he said. Brooklyn just nodded and looked up at the older vampire. Deacon spotted the tattoo on her wrist and reached forward and gently turned the limb up.

"This will give her away," he pointed at the crest. "We need to conceal it or burn it off."

Brooklyn frantically jerked back her wrist and hid behind Dean. She wildly shook her head and repeated the word no over and over in fear.

"I think we know what Brooklyn wants," Dean arched an eyebrow. Deacon nodded and looked for something to cover the marking. The vampire spotted the leather scrap and fetched an awl and strip of additional leather. Dean watched as he fashioned a makeshift cover within minutes and brought it over to the human.

"Put out your wrist," Brooklyn extended her wrist and watched as the vile marking vanished beneath smooth leather. She smiled as her eyes no longer had to see the reminder of her captivity. Deacon noticed the human's features light up as he tied the strap in a crisscross pattern giving it a little design.

"Thank you," she said. Deacon nodded and saw the gratitude in her eyes. He knew she had been through so much trauma just by looking into those sad grey eyes. It was the least the vampire could do. Deacon turned to Dean.

"Now what are you going to do? You can't go back home, they'll be expecting that."

"My car is in Saint Louis…."Dean started to say.

"Leave that to me," Deacon said. "I will take several servants and head north as I plan on making a trek up there for commerce related reasons. It will keep them from suspecting anything. Stay here until I return."

"Thanks Deacon," the vampire lifted a hand.

"Dean, you are but family to me and after seeing how much you deeply care for her….."

"Alright don't get weepy and sentimental," Dean waved his hands. Deacon let out a good natured laugh.

"But I must leave for a while but will return. Dean, have you fed recently?"

"Yeah, yesterday," he responded.

"Good," Deacon nodded. "It may be a few days before I return."

Brooklyn listened close hearing the vampire's words. If Dean didn't feed…..She shook her head and pushed the fears aside. If he needed to feed before Deacon returned, she would let him feed from her.

Deacon promised to return soon and hurried out the door leaving the human and vampire alone once again. Outside the clouds rolled in and the rain pounded against the house as the thunder rolled. Brooklyn loved the rain and went to the window to watch it fall. Dean came up behind her and slid his arms around her and felt her small slender ones lay on top of his. The vampire rested his forehead on her shoulder just reveling in his human's presence.

"I've never ridden a horse before," she said out of the blue. Dean lifted his head and looked at her.

"I could show you," he offered. "I have my own horse."

"You do?" Dean smile at her piqued curiosity.

"Yes, his name's Augustine and he's a beautiful black steed. I've owned him ever since he was a foal. He's fast and strong but you would like him and I know he would like you."

"I would love that," Brooklyn smiled and her eyes lit up. She turned around and faced the vampire finding his eyes hypnotic but beautiful too. The rich shade of jade swirled with silver as she leaned in closer. Dean tilted his head inward and felt soft warm lips meet his cool ones. Brooklyn pulled back in surprise and startled Dean by her quick with drawl.

"Brooklyn what's the matter?" Dean slid his hands up and cupped her face.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Brooklyn, it's alright. We don't have to do anything you're not ready for yet. Remember my promise."

The human nodded and fell against his chest. She wanted more with the vampire, so much more…..

Dean gently tipped her chin up bringing her eyes level to his. Tears welled in her eyes as he realized she felt like she had let him down in some way.

You will never let me down……

You can read my thoughts????

Yes, all vampires can…..

"He did that when he bought me…" Brooklyn said. "He invaded my thoughts and threatened to hurt my friends. So I let him do whatever he wanted to me if it meant keeping them safe."

"My god," Dean muttered. Brooklyn nodded and turned to stare out the window.

"Help me….Help me heal Dean," she whispered and lowered her head. The vampire nodded and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. The weight of his touch eased her aching heart and brought comfort to her soul. She leaned back into his body letting his arms encircle her. The vampire felt her turn and look up at him. His brow furrowed in confusion and concern as she reached out to bring his face down to hers.

"Brooklyn….." Dean began but was cut off by her mouth pressing against his. He let her take the lead and set the tone. Whatever she wanted he would give. The human went slow, deepening the kiss and feeling the vampire follow her lead.

Human and vampire remained lock tight in one another's embrace for what seemed like an eternity until Brooklyn pulled back then put a light kiss to his lips before withdrawing a second time. Dean ran his thumbs across her cheeks and just looked hard and deep into those endless grey depths until she broke the spell he was under and brought him down with her upon the bed.

The vampire sprawled out beside his human as she curled up beside him and closed her eyes. She wasn't ready to give her body to him yet but Brooklyn would when the time was right.

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