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

Dean slowly opened his eyes and lifted his head off the ground. The plains and trees around him started spinning uncontrollably forcing the vampire to close his eyes. The silver shackles burned in his skin, rendering him powerless to help his human.

Brooklyn! Dean remembered hearing her cries when Maximilian tore at her throat, tasting the thick warm blood she gave so willingly to him. The vampire forced his eyes back open and scanned the surrounding area and spotted her tied up by the tree. Her beautiful red hair covered the pain stricken expression that dominated her face shielding Dean from further agony. The vampire felt a dull throbbing between his legs and didn't have to guess why it existed.

"That…son….of….a…bitch," Dean growled feeling the rage being fanned deep within his body.

Brooklyn started to come around and forced her head up. She could feel the ropes biting into her wrists and ankles as the human jerked her body. Brooklyn cried out sharply when her wrist jerked involuntarily allowing the cord to dig deeper in her skin. Dean saw his human staring across the clearing at him, scared and alone. He knew Maximilian was working to dehumanize her so Alaric could punish her more easily when they returned.

Maximilian hiked back up the trail to the camp and noticed his prey was where he had left them several hours before. The human caught his presence and turned her head down not wanting him to see what his hand did to her the night before.

Previous evening….

Dean was unconscious when Maximilian found a suitable place to stop for the night. The human need to rest as Alaric wanted her refreshed and presentable, not tired and sickly. The horse came to a stop grateful to have a break from dragging the dead weight behind it.

Maximilian slid off his mount and hoisted Brooklyn over his shoulder then placed her on the ground. The puncture wounds on the human's neck had all but vanished leaving no trace of his attack. The vampire dragged the human to a nearby rock and draping her over the smooth surface of the boulder on her stomach. Brooklyn woke up and groaned as her head was throbbing and muscles screamed in pain. She could barely register Maximilian's hands ripping away the pants and shirt exposing her naked form for him to take.

"I'm going to have so much pleasure in this," he hissed in her ear. The chills ran down her spine as cold dead lips pressed against her neck. The human tried to scream but the vampire's reflexes were faster and a hand clamped down on her mouth. Her screams muffled in the large thick hand, keeping her quiet as his other hand undid the belt and pants.

"Don't scream," he warned her. "Or Loverboy over there will suffer."

Brooklyn closed her eyes forcing the tears to roll down her cheeks and neck. Her screams turned into sobs as the vampire cruelly thrusted inside. The human's breathing turned shallow and erratic as Maximilian rammed his hips against hers, pinning the human to the rock. Brooklyn couldn't stand to open her eyes and see the sorry state her vampire was in. Maybe she should've ran when she had the chance…. No, Maximilian would've found her and been worse to her if she had fled. No, the vampire's sharper honed senses could find her in the middle of a rainstorm and no matter what Brooklyn would've done she knew the end result would sadly be the same.

The sharp fangs tore into her skin once again as the vampire felt his body tighten and coil before bursting inside his unwilling partner. Brooklyn forced the scream from her lungs and chest not caring if it died in Maximilian's palm. The vampire thrusted faster, taking his pleasure from her pain and suffering. The human cringed at the burning sensation spreading throughout her body but it was excruciating where the vampire continued fucking her hard. Brooklyn closed her eyes tightly as the first crest breached her body. She forced her thoughts to Dean and the day they could finally be free and together.

Present Day….

Maximilian leered at the human and leaned down deeply inhaling her scent. Alaric was a master when it came to choosing slaves. He wished he had the intuition his brother possessed but didn't let the sparks of jealousy burn into a raging inferno. Brooklyn could feel his hungering eyes looking lustfully upon her. She tried to keep focused but his will was stronger.

Soon you will be where you rightfully belong human…..

Nicholas continued to monitor what occurred south of his home. It appeared his eldest son had captured the renegade human and the vampire and now was returning to Saint Louis to meet with Alaric. The patriarch sat deeper in the chair as he silently planned out the case against Dean Winchester. Alaric would have his own ideas yes, but Nicholas could be very persuasive with his oratory gift. It was one of the reasons Alaric sat on the Council.

The vampire stretched and rose before checking on his youngest, Jessica.

Jessica was slightly weak but almost healed from the attack by Alaric. She had regained her strength and could move from the bed to the warmth of the chair facing the fireplace. Nancy had remained faithful by her side keeping her mistress company and tending to whatever duties were needed. The clammy pale skin was soon ebbing away and the flush tinge started to return.

"Have you heard anything from Sam?" Jessica turned to her servant.

"I haven't been allowed to leave for two days Mistress," Nancy hung her head.

"My father is surely behind this," Jessica muttered. She knew they were doing everything in their power to keep Sam away from her. It was the Saltzman way to punish those who dare to cross paths with them. Well Jessica despised it with every bone in her body. Her brothers were spoiled rotten little brats who threw around the family name when they wanted something. And her father….well Nicholas wasn't exactly the loving type. He was more concerned with appearances and keeping anyone who dared to challenge his authority in their or rather what he saw was their appropriate station. She was tired of these games.

"My daughter you are up," Nicholas appeared in the doorway. Nancy bowed and took her leave brushing by Nicholas on the way out. Jessica continued to stare at the fire as the door was heard clicking shut. Nicholas approached his daughter, watching her body tense and fingers dig in the armrest of the chair.

"I am feeling better," she answered a bit too quickly.

"You are angry with me," the words were expressed as a statement and not question. Jessica remained tight lipped, refusing to look at her father. Nicholas sighed and blocked the fire with his body. Jessica just stared at the crisp button up shirt before her.

"Sam did nothing wrong," Jessica growled. Nicholas slammed his hands on top of hers, forcing the younger vampire to meet his deadly gaze.

"You are dead wrong my daughter," he flashed his fangs in a show of authority. "Samuel had a role in that filthy brother of his stealing Alaric's slave! Even if all he did was let Dean slip by he still played a part in it!"

"Why is you must continue to inflict pain upon them?! Maximilian got his vengeance 2,000 years ago when John was punished! Dean and Brooklyn are soulmates!"

Nicholas flinched when she yelled it out. The darkness that swept over his face made her feel a small spark of victory but it would be short lived. The patriarch merely smiled and straightened up before walking out the door. Jessica shuddered as she knew the sinister grin meant only more pain was to come.

Alaric charged up the trail, anxious to beat his brother to Saint Louis. He wanted to personally greet his slave and watch when she was separated from Winchester. The heartbreak alone was worth the long uncomfortable ride north. He was going to stash the human away in a safer place….One where no one could get her. Alaric was still determined to curse her with immortality once he could bring the witch in. While he was in Cape Girardeau, the vampire had located another witch, one who could do the spell. It wasn't easy but Alaric had succeeded and agreed to her price.

The vampire looked to the right and saw the slow moving river meander along the banks. It triggered memories of the night Dean Winchester had stolen his property and the anger started coming back. He would not be made a fool of again.

Dean sobbed as the rocks and thorns ripped at his skin. He felt as if he'd let her down in the worst possible way.

No you didn't……

Yes I did…..

Dean….you tried but they were too strong…..

It doesn't make it things better…..

I know…..

The heartache in Brooklyn's voice shattered the vampire's own. Brooklyn didn't blame Dean for Maximilian catching them but knew her gentle words of reassurance wouldn't make him think any differently. Dean had promised her freedom but failed miserably and the vampire would never forgive himself for it.

"Where are they?!" John slammed the vampire against the ground. Castiel calmly kept watch for any unwanted visitors as the Winchester patriarch continued his questioning of the bounty hunter.

"Why should I tell you?" The vampire hissed knowing his silence was killing him inside. John looked over at Castiel who shrugged his shoulders and returned keeping his eyes trained around their surroundings. The bounty hunter watched as the silver blade appeared from John's leather jacket and glistened in the light of the setting sun.

"Because if you don't….." John stabbed the dagger in the shoulder of the vampire hearing him shriek in pain. He twisted the handle around to make sure his point was being made before ripping it out. Flesh was torn as the serrated edge slid through the wound while blood flowed freely.

"I will stab this straight in your heart," John traced the tip along the bridge of the vampire's nose down to the tip and letting it come to rest. The bounty hunter stared at the blood slickened blade knowing John meant business. The vampire had two choices: Tell John that Maximilian was just there and a day from Saint Louis or remain defiant and face a slow grueling death.

"You can go to Hell," the vampire spat in John's face and almost instantly the blade was plunged deep within the vampire's chest.

"Damn it," John cursed as he wiped the blood on his pants. Castiel trotted down the path and looked down at the bounty hunter, spotting something on his hand. He knelt down and plucked the ring off his hand.

"I think we're on the right track," John took the ring and spotted the crest perched on the turquoise stone.

"I think you're right Castiel," his eyes darted towards the blue orbs looking at him. They narrowed in response as the vampire nodded his head.

Next update soon....