A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*
Brooklyn watched the remains of the vampire burn bright even as the torrent continued. The smell of charred flesh and smoke mingled together but it didn't bother her as she knew that with one less vampire out there it bought them some time. But the attack also meant they were getting too close for comfort.
Giving one last look at the smoldering pile in the pit, the human dredged through the mud and back to the safehouse. She had managed to fix the door so it would close and lock and made sure it remained tight as she stepped inside. Brooklyn slid down the door and hit the floor as it hit her at once. The adrenaline ran thin in her blood giving way to the pain she was feeling. Her side ached and throbbed as Dean recovered on the bed. The vampire was was unconscious and still with a large bandage covering the stab wound. She had to change it twice as the wound had bled through.
Brooklyn scooted up the door and pushed off and towards the bed. Dean was pale and ashen in color which frightened the human. She didn't realize he had lost so much blood but knew what needed to be done. Brooklyn spotted the knife on the table and clutched it in her hand. She sat down on the edge of the bed and forced Dean's lips apart. The blade cut through her skin burning where metal tore tender flesh. Brooklyn hissed in pain but bit back and tilted her bleeding wrist towards his mouth. Her heart pounded as the first drops splattered on his lips. She kept her wrist close to his mouth in case he woke up.
The vampire stirred slightly at the sensation of the warm thick elixir coating his lips and dribbling down his tongue and throat. His gums itched as the deadly fangs protruded from their resting places. Brooklyn saw the movement and pushed the open wound down until it was resting on his lips. She felt his mouth open wider and the scraping of his fangs as they sought out the source. Slowly they pierced her skin, sinking deep into the delicious flesh beneath. Brooklyn gritted her teeth but held fast as her vampire fed.
Dean felt his body absorb the fresh blood and begin healing his body. He knew it was his human doing this. Brooklyn felt the fangs retract and release her wrist. She wasn't disgusted at her blood coating his lips and even reached out to run her finger along them and smear the metallic goodness on his tongue.
"Rest now," she whispered in his ear. "I'll take care of things here."
The vampire willed his body to rest as Brooklyn busied herself with cleaning up the mess in the house.
Dean woke up to see Brooklyn sleeping soundly beside him. The house was back to normal before the fight and even better looking in some instances. He looked down at the bandage on his side and peeled it away revealing perfect unbroken skin. It was her selfless act of love that brought him back from the brink. His heart swelled and the vampire felt the love he held for her grow even stronger.
Brooklyn rolled over and opened her eyes to see Dean awake and looking better. She smiled and looked down at where the injury was. With one hand the human traced her fingers over the site feeling warm solid skin beneath her touch.
"Brook, what happened?" He finally asked. Brooklyn sat up and rested her chin on her knees.
"After the vampire hurt you, he went after me but something woke up inside of me and I fought back with everything I had. I think I caught him off guard and I sliced his head off. He's probably a pile of smoldering ash and wood in the pit."
"You….you killed the other vampire?" Brooklyn nodded.
"Yeah, I'm a hunter remember?" She raised an eyebrow at him. Dean shrugged and felt stupid for not remembering.
"It's alright," she stroked his hand. "My body didn't forget."
"I wish I could've seen it," Dean sighed wishfully.
"I have the feeling you will see it again," she dabbed the cloth at his forehead.
"I hope so," he smiled.
"I was worried sick you weren't going to pull through…..Until…."
Dean took her hand and held it to his mouth, pressing his lips against her open palm.
"You don't have to say another word."
Brooklyn looked away and dropped the cloth in the water then pulled it out to wipe away the blood from his skin. Dean watched the way she swept the cloth over and around not missing an inch. She peeled away the bandage and tossed it in the fire.
"There, not a mark on you," Dean smiled at her.
"Thanks, doc," he teased. Dean knew he had to tell her and decided to do it now.
"Brook, I need to tell you something," Brooklyn dumped the water and returned to the bed. She sat down, confused and quiet. Dean sat up and captured her hands in his.
"Dean, what's wrong? Please, tell me?" She started to shake.
"If a vampire has a human for a soulmate, the human must decide if he or she wants to become one of us. If the human chooses not to, then upon death, the vampire will die too."
Brooklyn tilted her head trying to comprehend what the vampire was trying to tell her. Dean worried she would panic and bolt from the house. He tightened the grip on her hands partly out of fear and partly out of desperation to keep her there.
"Dean….I…." Brooklyn battled to find the words but found her tongue fumble with every syllable.
"I won't force that choice upon up but you know what will happen. I didn't want to tell you but I don't want to keep anything from you either. "
Brooklyn swallowed the solid lump in her throat and nodded in understanding. She wasn't sure if that was something she was ready to face yet. Dean saw the storminess in her grey eyes and pulled her towards him.
"We don't have to talk about this right now," but the vampire hoped she would eventually warm up to the idea and let him sire her.
"Thank you," she whispered. For now, the human wanted to be held by him. The fire warmed his cold body as he gently leaned down for slow gentle kiss. He felt a hand rest on the back of his neck, bringing him down lower. Dean dared to shift their bodies and lowered hers against the mattress and met no resistance from his human. He pushed harder and felt the hot swollen lips part wider letting him slip his tongue past and inside. The heated cavern of her mouth was more than he had ever imagined, even in his dreams. He wanted to know every part of her body no matter how small or minute it was. The soft silken hands ran down his bare back sending shivers up and down his ancient spine. The vampire gently broke contact, hearing a small groan of protest from the one below.
"Are you sure Brook?" He asked.
"Yes," she replied in a husky tone with eyes half lidded. Dean nodded feeling the need taking over reason. He removed the oversized shirt and tossed it aside. The human's toned smooth upper body glowed softly in the light of the flames which only fueled the hunger within. Brooklyn arched her back and gripped the sheet as the cool lips trailed down her body. Dean heard the moans escape his human's lips and grinned against her skin.
The zipper slowly came undone followed by the sensation of soft worn denim sliding down her legs and from her body altogether. She felt vulnerable in that moment and looked up at Dean. The vampire watched as her eyes filled in narrowing the grey ring around her pupils. She shifted her eyes to his pants and sat up with hands outstretched. He crawled up letting her unhook the button and tug the zipper down freeing the solid weeping cock within. She started pushing the denim away but Dean took over and shucked the clothing aside.
The vampire smiled at her as he came up behind her and slid his arm around her wrist. He wanted her yes, but Dean wanted to explore her body and commit every curve to memory. Brooklyn sighed and leaned her head to the side exposing her tender neck for him. Dean started with her face, showering her lips and face with gentle meaningful kisses before moving lower and along her jaw line then down her neck. He nipped lightly at her skin hearing her take a deep breath before exhaling in contentment. The vampire continued kissing her skin and lightly running his fingers over her body.
Brooklyn had never been touched in such a way, so delicate and caring but passionate at the same time. She wanted the vampire but controlled her urges letting him keep control. The sexual energy was charged between them ready to explode at any moment. Brooklyn breathed hard and shallow unable to keep it in much longer.
"Dean…." She whispered and ran her hands over his body. Dean turned her around seeing the need threatening to burst at any moment. He knew she needed release just as he needed it. Placing a hand on her scarred back, Dean lowered her back down on the bed and carefully brought his body down upon hers. She shifted her hips and legs allowing him to rest at her entrance. The vampire felt the head of his cock pushing in and shuddered all over. He looked down to her as his human nodded and pulled him down wanting the taste his lips against hers again. The vampire pushed against her feeling the tight channel welcome him in. The clenching heat almost made him come right then and there but Dean forced his body to stop and started thrusting his hips.
The shadows danced across the walls as the human and vampire made love. Dean carded his hands through her fiery locks while she dug her heels into tight globes of his ass wanting him deeper inside. Brooklyn felt her lower body coil and tighten as the hints of orgasm began. Dean snapped his hips harder feeling her near climax. He loved experiencing what she was feeling in the heat of passion and it forced his body closer to a climax of its own. Dean felt his fangs lower unsure of why. Brooklyn opened her eyes to see his sharp canines gleaming in the fire. She wasn't afraid or worried and merely showed her neck for him.
"It's alright," she said in a thick voice. Dean shot his head down and sank his teeth into her flesh. Brooklyn cried out but slid her arms around his back and waist keeping him there. The penetration of his fangs and cock was more than she could handle and screamed his name as she came. Dean groaned and thrusted faster as he fed from his human feeling her sexual energy course through the sweet thick elixir and into his waiting veins.
Brooklyn cried out as she sensed his body nearing climax. The feelings and sensations couldn't be described by any known word or language. Dean gently slid his fangs out and licked the two tiny holes seconds before he exploded into her accepting body. Brooklyn raised her hips letting him go deeper still and fill her with every drop his body spilled.
It was then it happened.
Dean's eyes went wide as he saw the grey morph into emerald and silver. She had his eyes! Brooklyn smiled as his deep jade pools turned to slate. The power ran between them filling both of their souls. Dean felt a part of her remain as Brooklyn felt a part of him linger within her. They couldn't explain it but knew that was what happened. Dean looked down as beads of sweat coated her face and neck, plastering her copper locks to her forehead. The lovers stayed locked together well after the sexual peaks had waned. Dean kissed her over and over feeling as if the he had been lifted from the dark and into the light.
"Nothing will keep us apart," Dean swore to her.
"I know," she responded with a serious tone. "No one fucks with my vampire."
"So I heard," Dean teased. Brooklyn giggled and shrugged her shoulders.
"And I feel sorry for the poor bastard that tries to get between us next."
Dean stroked her face and hair watching the expression of contentment and love wash over. The vampire slid the blanket over their bodies and spooned his body with hers. She held his hand and ran her thumb along the top while watching the fire.
"Dean, you'll know when to turn me when the time's right. Now is not that time," Brooklyn said. Dean nodded as she would let him sire her but not now. The nestled down in the bedding letting sleep overcome them both.
YEAH!!! FF is working again!!!!!