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

Alaric fastened the collar around the human's neck, tying it in a knot for added measure. He noticed the slave's eyes were pointed downward at her feet. She didn't want to see the vile thing back against her skin but felt the undeniable pressure of leather and silk tightly wrapped around her throat. Brooklyn sat naked on the stand as she knew it was his way of humiliating her though it was just her and the vampire in the room. The human fought hard to suppress her tears but lost the war as hot streaks raced down her face. Alaric's eye caught the trickling drops and forced her head up.

"Why are you crying for him!?"

Brooklyn sat silent letting her tears speak for themselves. She wasn't going to give the vampire the satisfaction of hearing her say she was grieving for Dean and the pain he continued suffering.

"No matter," he shrugged, "He isn't going to be a threat to me anymore."

The vampire gazed upon the family crest which was now exposed. The leather covering was burned after she was recaptured. The covering had enraged Alaric causing him to belt the human across the face. But his temper had cooled down but the human knew he was treading a thin line and the slightest agitation would send him into another blind rage.

Nicholas remained in the holding cell with Dean, watching as the vampire hollered and shouted for his human.

"You are such a disgrace to our race," he spat in disgust. "You're constant pining and whining for a lowly human is sickening to say the least."

"Go to Hell," Dean growled through his pain. Nicholas responded with the tip of his boot slamming against Dean's ribs, cracking several with one powerful blow.

"You Winchester men are like cavemen- Clinging to the bottom of the evolutionary chain. It's no wonder your family never secured a seat in the Council."

Dean glared at Nicholas, wishing he could rip the bastard's throat out and feast on his blood. Nicholas picked up on his thoughts and knelt down to Dean's level, gripped his chin and dug his sharp nails into Dean's jaw. The Saltzman elder's eyes went to empty hollow orbs leaving only a thin ring of blue visible.

"You sit here as if you did nothing wrong….."

Dean just stared at the vampire. His biceps bulging through the thin shirt as the tendons in his neck stuck out, tense and tight. The vampire was using every ounce of strength left in his weakening body to show Nicholas he wasn't afraid of him. Nicholas just clenched his fingers deeper breaking the skin beneath his fingertips. Dean kept his face stoic, refusing to let him see the discomfort that lingered beneath. Where Nicholas pierced the skin, it burned and seared making Dean hate the vampire even more.

"When the Council hands down your punishment for stealing Alaric's property you won't be so proud and defiant. I think I will hand down my own punishment beginning with that estate your family owns in Michigan. The one by the lake that sits on the cliff and overlooks the harbor."

"You bastard," Dean spat letting his stone face crack slightly.

"I told you Winchester, you fuck with me and the consequences would be dire."

Nicholas snapped his fingers and William entered a few seconds later.

"You wish to see me Nicholas," Nicholas released Dean leaving five red marks upon his face. The cuts healed until no trace was left. But after Nicholas was done with him, healing would be only one of his concerns.

"Bring the witch," William bowed then hurried out.

Brooklyn was on all fours facing the Alaric who was on his feet. The vampire was determined to punish the human in every way imaginable without killing her. Her naked body glowed from the orange and yellow hues making it appear as if her body was on fire. The human's head was hanging in shame as she had been whipped then raped while the door remained open for anyone who passed to see. William had passed by a few times before Nicholas had summoned him and watched as Alaric cruelly fucked her on the bed then bit her between her legs. He had merely smiled at his friend before leaving him alone once again.

Now the human felt the strong hands of her master slipping under her arms and pulling her to her knees. Brooklyn noticed his bottom half was exposed and rock hard cock was curled up against his abdomen. Drops of pre come beaded around the head. Brooklyn looked up at the vampire's face catching the dark orbs rapidly swelling and dominating the brown irises.

"You know what I want…." He growled. Brooklyn knew if she didn't do what he wanted the vampire would see to it Dean suffered more than he already was. Alaric watched as the slave walked on her knees to him and slowly took his weeping cock in her mouth. She positioned her hands on the juts of his hips letting him rock comfortably in her hold. Alaric fisted her hair tightly in his hands and fucked her mouth hard. His eyes rolled back up in his head as his head followed suit. Brooklyn shut her eyes but her nose detected the scent of sex and musk as the vampire neared climax. She didn't know if it was because of the vampire blood she had been fed that allowed her to pick up the soft earthen odors or not, but didn't get time to debate it as the first rush of thick hot semen filled her mouth and coated her throat.

Alaric grunted and thrusted his hips harder slamming his body against her lips and chin. The hot wet cavern of her mouth took everything his body expelled until he thought he would collapse from the tide of release. Brooklyn felt him pull his soft cock out then drag her up to her feet and towards the bathroom.

"Damn it," John cursed as he and Castiel changed out the flat tire. The arrow protruded from useless wheel as it lay on the side of the road. They knew it was the work of Nicholas Saltzman or rather one of his hired goons. The pair was getting very close as they were mere miles from Saint Louis. As John started to fasten the lug nuts on the spare, he stopped and looked to the East. Castiel heard the same noise and tuned his eyes in the same direction.

"Castiel did you hear that?"

"I did," Castiel answered and raced to the trunk for weapons. John hurried and tightened the last two lug nuts and tossed the tire iron in the back.

"Castiel let's go!" The other vampire slid in the front and the Impala sped away. The passenger window rolled down and the shotgun rested on the door aimed at whatever threatened to impede their mission. Castiel knew they weren't alone on the roadway and kept a sharp eye out for any movement. He was aware of how Nicholas worked and setting up ambushes for his enemies was a signature move of the vampire's. The younger vampire wondered what was in store for them as they saw the outline of the city looming in the distance. He wouldn't have to wonder for very long.

The shot rang out taking the front left tire down. John fought for control of the wheel and battled to keep the Impala steady as the next shot took out the other front wheel.

"Cas hold on," John hollered as the Impala swerved out of control and in the ditch. Castiel went forward slamming his head on the dashboard. John smacked his forehead on the steering wheel cutting his head open in the process. Castiel groaned and slowly sat back as his head throbbed with a dull aching pain. Though it would heal, it didn't mean the vampire didn't feel pain and pain was putting it lightly. It blinded the vampire as he struggled to get through to John.

"John," he tried to stir his companion. "John, John can you hear me?"

John remained still and unresponsive. Castiel looked around and spotted three vampires hurrying their way. He spotted the shotgun and hopped from the car with the firearm in hand. The bullets were solid silver and made to do serious damage. The vampire cocked the gun and trained it at the trio. He fired off two rounds but the vampires were faster than the bullets and scattered in three directions avoiding certain death.

"Damn it," he muttered and spun around looking for the vampires. He heard silence all around him and knew then they were watching him and waiting to strike. Castiel wasn't about to leave the protection of the Impala as John was down and vulnerable.

"Come on out," he whispered though he knew the vampires could hear the soft tone. The first vampire lunged from his hiding place. Castiel spun around in time to see the fist come in contact with his jaw. The solid blow knocked the vampire back against the side of the car. The wind was knocked from his lungs as his attacker came at him again ramming his shoulder in Castiel's ribs. He was pinned between metal and cold flesh but Castiel wasn't about to give in so easily. His attacker stepped back ready to stab him in the heart with the silver blade that appeared in his hand. Castiel caught the flash of silver as the vampire charged with blade pointed at him. He was weak from the assault but Brooklyn and Dean were suffering at the Saltzman's hands and the vampire quickly regrouped. His fangs dropped down and eyes went solid black as the adrenaline pumped furiously through his veins.

The vampire was within two feet when Castiel leapt up and kicked his attacker in the ribs. He howled in pain and dropped the knife as he reeled from the pain. Castiel spotted his chance and aimed the gun. The bullet didn't miss its mark. The other two came out from their hiding places and went for Castiel at once. Castiel rammed the butt of the shotgun in the jaw of the taller one then in the stomach of the other. The vampires fought back hurling punches towards Castiel but the vampire dodged and ducked the attacks scooping up the silver knife in the process.

The fist of one caught Castiel's chin forcing him flat on his back. His hand clutched the dagger and kept it concealed from the others. The taller one stepped on Castiel's neck and leered at the smaller vampire.

"Not so tough are you? Cassandra pampered you like a damn lap dog," he snickered. Castiel started laughing back earning a dirty look from his suppressor.

"This little lap dog has teeth," Castiel made his move and slashed the heel of the vampire with the dagger. He wailed in pain and fell to the ground leaving the other one left to fight. Castiel assumed the fighting stance and the two did circles around the other. The last one standing took a swipe at the blue eyed immortal but Castiel proved to be faster and embedded the blade in the heart of the last vampire. He twisted the blade then ripped it upward making the vampire suffer a slow painful death. Castiel kicked the dying vampire to the ground then turned his attention to the other one and pumped him full of silver slugs. The sounds of the dying vampires echoed through the trees and plains.

Castiel gathered the bodies not caring if they were still alive and doused them with oil then burned the trio off the side of the road. A few screams tore through the roar of the fire but quickly were quelled. He smiled at the burning heap before walking back to the car to check on John.

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