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

Brooklyn rolled over and reached for Dean only to find a cold space beside her. Her eyes flew open and she shot up and off the bed. The human wandered from room to room looking for him and heard the door close.

"Brooklyn?" The vampire called out. Brooklyn smiled and hurried back down the hallway. Dean turned towards the sound of her excited footsteps relieved she was still there. Brooklyn stopped a foot from the vampire and pulled him down for deep soulful kiss. Droplets of water fell off his spiky tresses and onto her face.

"I woke up and you were gone," she said sadly. Dean smiled and bent over feeling her lips meet his.

"I was out looking for intruders or signs of other vampires. So far nothing," Brooklyn smiled and nodded her head.

"Good," she said. Dean peeled off the wet leather jacket and hung over the back of the chair. The fire he started before leaving roared and towered up into the chimney. The entire house was warm and comfortable which was what the vampire wanted.

"Are you hungry? Because if you are I can make something," Brooklyn grinned and nodded.

"A little," she shrugged. "What time is it?"

"It's about 7:30 in the evening. You slept all day and night," Dean sat down beside her and kissed her cheek.

"I must be really exhausted," she said unsure of why she slept for so long. Dean suspected it was from Alaric feeding off his human and not feeding her sufficient amounts of food.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked.

"Better but still very tired," she yawned and stretched her legs and arms.

"Why don't you rest some more? I can wait to make something for you," Brooklyn shook her head.

"I'll be alright," she answered.

"Alright, I'll get something made," he touched her face letting his fingers run along her skin as he stood to find something for his human. Brooklyn decided to look around the house and see what else Deacon had stashed away. She was finally beginning to explore her world after Alaric and every step she took seemed to empower her that much more.

Dean caught movement out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to see his human look around the main room. She swept her fingers over the sofa chair and stand as her eyes wandered to the photos and paintings that adorned the walls. Deacon had done a wonderful job in making the safehouse more comfortable for the weary traveler or runaway slave.

She roamed from the main room to the tiny room off to the right and peered inside. It was a pantry of sorts stocked with cans, bottles, jars and boxes of everything and anything one would need. The human deduced the vampire had been helping humans for some time based on the state of the house and copious amount of supplies, both food and medical. She reminded herself to thank Deacon when they crossed paths again.

The vampire let the pot boil on the stove and went to find Brooklyn. He looked in the pantry but she wasn't there. Frowning, he turned around only to find her standing right behind him.

"What? I thought you'd hear me," Brooklyn's smile dropped. Dean shook his head and sighed.

"I wasn't listening…..I was looking for you," he cupped her face.

"I thought vampires' hearing was keen and sharp," she teased playfully. The hints of a smile played upon her lips.

"It is but," he leaned in to kiss her then quickly pulled back, "your scent is a dead giveaway."

Brooklyn made a strange face and scrunched her nose. Dean realized his poor choice of words.

"No, that's not what I meant. I meant your scent as in invisible scent, not the other kind."

Brooklyn laughed at the vampire as he struggled to explain himself. She caressed the side of his face and neck calming him down.

"Dean, it's alright. I understand what you're trying to say."

He nodded and led her by the hand back to the dining area where he had set down a place for her at the tiny table. Whatever he had cooking smelled tantalizing to her senses.

"Aren't you going to join me?" She stared at the single place setting.

"I…." Dean started to say but Brooklyn was already grabbing another bowl and spoon for him.

"Will sit and join me," she finished for him. Her insistent tone made the vampire nod and sit down beside her. She dished out the stew and handed one bowl to him. Together, they dined in one another's company unaware of the presence outside watching the cabin.

"Alaric, will you please quit pacing?" William leaned against the fireplace. Alaric paused and snapped his head towards the other vampire. His eyes darkened and fangs slid down as he rushed William and slammed him against the wall.

"She is mine! Mine! And that bastard Dean Winchester stole her!" William flashed his own fangs and roughly shoved Alaric away.

"And we'll get her back but slamming me against a wall isn't the answer!" He growled. Alaric's face returned to normal and straightened his clothing.

"I'm sorry William, I should control myself better."

"Alaric, I'm your closest friend and confidant, and of all the centuries we've known each other I have never seen you this enraged."

Alaric knew William was speaking the truth and turned to pour a tumbler of whiskey for him and his friend. He passed one over and together they drank in silence waiting for one of the bounty hunters to return with news of the whereabouts of the vampire and fugitive slave. When he got the red haired human back oh the things he was going to do to her.

The very thought made him smile in anticipation.

Brooklyn was curled up beside Dean watching the fire begin to die down. Though she didn't let her guard down, the human was at ease and safe with the vampire. Dean knew she was happy as he felt her soul speaking to him. He looked down to see she had fallen asleep and felt the smile climb up his face. The vampire picked her up and eased her on the bed. He drew the blankets up and kissed her on the lips letting his stay pressed against hers taking in the soft heat of her mouth. The vampire would never tire of those full luscious lips.

He finally pulled back and turned to clean up. As he dropped the bowls in the sink, Dean froze and listened. Someone was outside, watching and listening to their every move. His eyes darkened and fangs slid down as he prepared to face the unwelcomed visitor. Dean looked down at Brooklyn knowing he had to protect her. The vampire scooped her up and stashed his human in the pantry. As he shut the door, the front main door burst open and the vampire raced inside.

Dean was slammed against the wall and couldn't fight back as the intruder was stronger than him.

"Well, if it isn't Winchester," he grinned in delight. "Where you are the human isn't too far behind."

Brooklyn woke up to the commotion outside. She realized Dean had hidden her in the pantry. The human put her ear to the door and heard Dean and another vampire locked in bloody battle.

"No, no Dean," she whispered. Brooklyn couldn't stay in there while he was fighting alone. She turned the doorknob but the door was locked. Still, she pounded and fought determined to get out of her makeshift prison.

Dean hurled the vampire across the room and staggered to his feet. The stab wound on his side bled freely covering his shirt and pants in dark crimson. The intruder grinned and licked his lips of the blood coating them.

"You know Alaric's offering a tidy little bounty on your head and for the human," he taunted Dean.

"Alaric's not getting her back!" Dean lunged and leapt on the vampire delivering blow after blow on the bloodsucker. But he started to get weak from the rapid loss of blood and the vampire sensed it.

"Getting slow Winchester," Dean shouted in pain as the vampire punched him in the side. He rolled over and doubled up. His handsome features were distorted and scrunched as he suffered in agony. The bounty hunter stood and grabbed the silver chains. He was going to take so much pleasure in dragging Winchester back to Alaric.

Brooklyn felt Dean's pain and was balled up on the floor. She had to get out before the vampire succeeded in taking them back to Alaric. She couldn't and wouldn't go back! She would rather die before being his slave again. Fighting back the pain, she forced herself to her feet and spotted a thin piece of wire sticking out from one of the racks. Brooklyn snapped it off and picked the lock, desperate to get to her vampire. She continued jimmying the lock until it clicked and the solid oak door became ajar.

The vampire heard the door open and dropped Dean to the ground. The scent of the human was overpowering as he crept to the door with eyes wide and dark. Alaric wanted the human returned unharmed, too bad for him what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Brooklyn heard the footfalls of the bounty hunter and spotted the sword hiding behind the wall. She clutched the blade tight and waited.

The door was ripped off the hinges exposing her to the vampire on the other side. Brooklyn yelped in pain as she was dragged by the hair and flung on the bed. The sword was snatched from her hands and tossed aside. The vampire leered at the human and started towards her with a predatory look in his eyes. Fear initially gripped her but Brooklyn saw Dean listless on the floor and felt the adrenaline pumping fast and furious through her body. She threw every ounce of strength she had and shot her leg out nailing the vampire in the chest. He stumbled back and tripped over Dean before landing outside in the mud. Brooklyn grabbed the sword and charged after him. Anger and rage replaced fear and sorrow.

The vampire bounty hunter was crouched on his feet ready to fight the human. He wasn't about to be beaten down by a lowly meal. Brooklyn was as equally ready. She wasn't about to let some bottom dwelling piece of crap take her back to that bastard!

"You're a hunter," the vampire hissed. Brooklyn smirked and nodded her head.

"And a damn good one," she added. "Bring it on Dracula."

"How dare you insult….." Brooklyn knew that would deal a blow to the vampire's ego as they all seemed to revere that damned vampire. She crouched down and held the blade tight as he charged at her.

"Come and get it," she muttered as the thunder drowned out her words. Her body tensed more the closer the vampire got and everything she knew kicked in at that very moment. The human's body twisted as she jumped and wielded the sword. She cried out in anguish, pain, love and suffering as the blade sliced through the vampire's neck separating head and body. Brooklyn landed in a crouched position on the soft ground with the rain pelting her hair skin and clothing. Droplets continued falling from her hair and skin as she panted hard. Dean's pain still lingered in her body but the adrenaline had killed it long enough for her to destroy the threat.

Using the sword as leverage, Brooklyn stood up and headed to the head and body of the vampire. The ground ran red with blood, a sign of her victory. Smiling, she fisted the hair and carried the sword over her shoulder like a warrior returning from battle. The pit in the back would serve her well.

"Don't fuck with my vampire," she said hoping any other vampire witnessed what transpired and carried the message far and broad.

Wow talk about a shift in persona huh??? Well she said it best....Don't fuck with her vampire!