A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I owned the guys…*sighs*
John finished loading the Impala with Castiel looking on. The younger vampire was intrigued by John as he loaded the trunk and slammed it shut. Castiel was aware of what occurred between him and the Saltzmans 2,000 years ago. The Council had sentenced him not to death but had cast an incantation preventing him from dying when Mary was put to death. He could see why John despised them with every bone and fiber in his immortal body.
"Ready?" John looked up. Castiel nodded and slid in the passenger side. Almost instantly he could detect the scent of Dean though it was faint even for his keen senses. John eased in behind the wheel and started the engine without saying a word. He knew Castiel was on edge as he sat there perched in the seat like a bird ready to take off.
"You know you can lean back and relax," John said in a gruff tone. Castiel merely nodded and sat back in the seat as John veered the car out of town.
Brooklyn and Dean crossed several roads without being spotted as the forests gave way to plains. Their cover was lost exposing them to anyone or anything. What little bit of trees there were had started to appear far and few between as they continued north. The sun was bearing down on them but the pair continued on with a fervent need to reach the safety of Des Moines.
"How much further do you think it is?" Brooklyn asked as they stopped at creek.
"Maybe another day," Dean answered with uncertainty.
Brooklyn just nodded and finished her water before stretching her legs and arms. She had dropped a small amount of weight but it would return once she was out of survival mode and within safety's arms.
Maximilian reveled in the sun as the trees vanished behind him. He picked up the pace as they were within a day or two to Des Moines. He had enough toying with the human and vampire and now it was time to make the kill. With heels kicking his mount's sides, he rode hard out onto the open prairie letting the wind feed the trail for him. The human's scent was stronger now, as she was healed and healthy.
Dean stopped and turned around causing Brooklyn to nearly fall behind him. The human looked around wondering what had caught the vampire's attention.
"Dean what is it?" Brooklyn crouched closer to the ground.
"Run," He said. "Run as fast as you can and don't look back."
"No!" Brooklyn defied him. "I am not leaving you here alone."
"Brook please run," Dean drew out his words. "A vampire's caught our scent. It's coming for you."
"Then I'm staying here with you."
"No Brook!" Dean turned around flashing his fangs and wide black pupils. But the human was undeterred and drew her sword, holding it tight by her side. Her grey eyes were alert and sharp as they scanned the waving whisps of grass looking for any sign of what was coming. She wouldn't have to wait long.
The sound of thunder approached over the horizon as the bay broke the across the ground. Maximilian spotted Dean first then Brooklyn as she remained crouched to the ground. His mouth curled up exposing pearl white fangs gleaming in the sun. Dean saw the features of Maximilian Saltzman and knew it was Alaric who sicked the vampire on them. Brooklyn's hands curled tighter around the handle as the low rumble of hoof beats shook the ground beneath her feet. She would aim for the horse, taking it out and giving them a level footing against Maximilian.
"Dean who is that?"
"Maximilian Saltzman," Brooklyn felt sick at the mention of the name and knew she had throw everything she had at the vampire. There was no way in Hell she was going back to Alaric. She would rather die first.
They watched as the horse stormed closer to them feeling the earth shake violently now. It was almost as if the horse had the powers of Hell at its call. Brooklyn wasn't afraid and held her stance as Dean prepared to strike.
"Winchester," Maximilian jumped up in the saddle while keeping a tight grip on the stallion's mane all the while keeping his eyes on the other vampire. With one fluid motion he grabbed the silver cuffs, careful not to let them touch his skin. The leather gloves provided protection against the pure element.
The vampires' eyes locked with the other's as Maximilian leapt from the speeding beast and landed on top of Dean. Brooklyn was immediately rushing to his side but the vampire had a few tricks up his sleeve. Maximilian waved his hand hurling the human to the ground. Brooklyn tried to get up but the unseen hands kept her pinned to the ground.
"I'll be with you in a moment," he grinned at Brooklyn before turning back to Dean. Maximilian retrieved the silver cuffs but the flash of silver against the sunlight alerted Dean to what he held. With a hard well placed kick to the wrist, the vampire watched as the shackles flew through the air and landed a few feet away. Dean seized the opportunity and kicked the vampire off his body and down on the ground. Maximilian jumped to his feet and lunged for his foe tackling him on his back. Dean kicked and flailed his arms but he felt like a turtle that was flipped over on its shell and struggling to get up.
Maximilian clamped his hands around Dean's throat proving his strength surpassed those of the other vampire's.
"You stay," he belted Dean across the jaw, alternating between fists.
"Dean!" Brooklyn cried out as she struggled to get up. The harder she fought, the further worn down the human became. She could only look on helplessly as Maximilian slid the silver dagger which was hidden in his belt and stab her vampire in the shoulder. She screamed in agony as the pain sliced through her flesh sending sharp searing shots throughout her body.
"You son of a bitch!" She cursed Maximilian who merely laughed at her empty threat. The vampire pulled another dagger out and flashed a sinister grin at the human before burying the blade deep within Dean's other shoulder. Brooklyn wailed and shouted as his pain turned into her pain. The human jerked her head from side to side and felt the bitter tears run down her face. Maximilian hovered over and stared at her like a fresh kill.
"I always wondered what you tasted like….." The tips of his fangs dragged along her neck. Brooklyn felt the weight of his hypnotic stare but refused to look which only angered the vampire even further. In a fit of rage, Maximilian buried his fangs deep within her throat tasting the thick metallic elixir coat his tongue and throat. Brooklyn's body tensed which only increased the human's suffering. Dean couldn't fight back let alone move as the silver burned his flesh. The touch of pure silver weakened him dramatically rendering him immobile and feeble.
"Brook…." He choked and felt the world around him go black. The last sound his sharp ears picked up was that of his human screaming and crying above the sick sounds of Maximilian grunting in pleasure.
Alaric read the correspondence from his brother and grinned from ear to ear. He had Dean and Brooklyn in his custody and planned on returning to Saint Louis within the next two days.
"Soon she will be home….." the vampire thought of all the things he wanted to do the human when she was back. First he would show her who she truly belonged to. Of course he would go before the Council and present his case against Dean Winchester and his father along with Sam for added measure. The Winchesters would not be a threat to him any longer.
He tossed the paper in fire then turned to make the necessary preparations for his slave's return. Alaric stared at the collar on the desk and held it up to his gaze. He was going to make sure it never left her pretty little throat ever again. The thought of fisting her hair as he claimed her again filled the vampire with carnal lust and hunger. Alaric subconsciously licked his lips and watched the flames rise and fall from behind the gate for a few moments longer before sitting down and preparing a response to his father.
John slammed on the brakes and felt the Impala shudder before coming to a halt. Castiel was jilted by the sudden jerk in the car but didn't say anything as they stepped out. John jumped out and sniffed the air picking up the scents of two vampires and one human.
"They were here," he called out to Castiel. The younger vampire held his nose to the air and inhaled deeply picking up the three distinct scents.
"They're headed southeast….." Castiel pointed. John closed his eyes and feared the worst. His son and human had been caught before they could arrive to the safety of Des Moines.
"Then why are we still here!?" John barked and hopped back in with Castiel already inside the Impala ready to go. He had quickly learned that riding with the vampire was a frightening ordeal in its own right. His hand went straight for the door handle and clenched it tight as John raced down the road.
Dean closed his eyes as he was continued to be dragged behind the horse. Maximilian had made good on his oath and had the vampire being pulled along the ground with the noose around his neck. The silver shackles were fastened against his wrists preventing the vampire from going anywhere.
Uh oh.....