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

The Council started to gather in the great hall while the Assembly took their appropriate seats. Though they could voice their opinion, the Assembly was not permitted to hand down punishments as that was what the Law stated. The Council was the only governing body allowed to make that decision. They were permitted to gather before the trial of the accused and discuss the evidence presented to them then hear testimony from the complainant(s). Some groaned inwardly as they saw who was placing the complaint.

Great…..

I bet he'll want to flaunt his weight around….

I wish his son wasn't on the Council….

Deacon watched the worried faces of the Council but bit his tongue. His own spies had alerted him to what was happening in Saint Louis and within two days the Saltzmans would arrive along with Dean Winchester. His human servants had found John and Castiel wandering along the road outside of Saint Louis and quickly smuggled them back to the safe house. As far as they knew, John and Castiel were dead and burned to smoldering piles of ash and Deacon intended to keep it that way. But then word came down about the attack on the Winchester manor back in Michigan and immediately Deacon suspected the Saltzmans were behind it. He knew Nicholas was a master at covering his tracks and many on the Council and Assembly just assumed it was a rogue group that attacked the manor and nothing else. The Valeri were known to inhabit the Northern boundaries of the Saltzman lands and this was viewed to be but one sporadic attack.

Everyone went silent as the remaining members of the Council arrived and settled in their seats. Alaric was the only one missing but had forgone his vote and cast it for guilty. Deacon watched as some of the most powerful vampires in existence were gathered in one room and wore solemn stone faces. He knew some loathed the Saltzmans but by Law Alaric was entitled to serve his position though they all knew that wasn't how Nicholas really got Alaric there.

The oldest vampire, who also served as Elder, stood and looked over the Council and Assembly. He was called Marcus DeTaurius and lived since the time of Rome. He was one of the original vampires and founding members of the Council. The vampire was of imposing stature with piercing blue eyes and broad shoulders. He bore the scars of battle which peered across his neck and arm though many more crisscrossed his body.

"We are gathered to discuss the matter regarding the theft of a human slave belonging to Alaric Saltzman. Alaric has already cast his decision in the matter so we may proceed."

Deacon sensed some of his fellow Assemblymen and women go tense and sit rigid in their seats. He wasn't going to say one thing against Dean. The vampire knew about the soulmate theory and knew several of his brethren had as well. Deacon planned on throwing a wrench in Alaric's case.

As the Council began their debate, Dean was being transported to the great hall in the former stronghold of Dallas. The vampire was weak and exhausted from the silver draining his strength and the toll Brooklyn's pain took upon his ancient being. He didn't know that Sam had survived the barrage against their home and Jessica was helping him. He didn't know Deacon had his father and Castiel hidden in the safe house where he and Brooklyn hid and recovered from the ambush. The only thing the vampire knew was his human was hurting and he was going to face the Council. The road was bumpy and uneven which added to his agony. The driver was told to make the trek as hard as possible and Will was making sure he did right by his master.

Dean lay on his side and slowly closed his eyes. His thoughts wandered to Brooklyn and of the time they shared in the safehouse. How beautiful she looked in the light of the fire, how gentle she was when tending to his injuries and how much she loved him when gave in to their feelings. The memory of her skin against his as they made love on the bed overwhelmed his senses and brought him to tears. His heart was lost to her as hers was lost to him but dark forces were keeping them apart bringing on the pain and heartache for both. The vampire willed away the grief and focused on his human hoping to reach out to her.

Brooklyn felt Dean reach out for her and opened her soul for the vampire.

Dean…Dean….

I'm here…..

The human picked up the sorrow in his voice.

What did they do to you?!

Witch…..poison……silver…..

Brooklyn felt her anger threaten to explode but quelled it as Alaric was close by. They were in Fort Scott at the way station before traveling the final part of the journey to Dallas. Alaric was busy with some pertinent business and left Brooklyn on the bed alone. The human took the opportunity to reach out to her human.

He cursed me Dean……

Bastard!

I can't die or grow old but he hurts me…..Hurts me bad….

How I wish to make him pay……

I need you….I need you so bad…I just need to feel your touch and body against me….

As I need you Brook……I need you more than anything….

Brooklyn buried her face in the pillow to muffle her quiet sobs. She knew Alaric would hear her if she didn't and immediately fly into a rage. Her arm had healed from the brutal rape and beating he dealt her only a day before. But the graphic memories haunted her mind as the distinct smell of sex and semen lingered on the sheets and blanket. The slight hint of blood drifted across the human's nose making her cringe in disgust. Alaric had fed from her taking more than normal and left a pool of blood to soak in the linens after. He didn't care about the expensive bedding as they could simply be replaced with a snap of his fingers.

"We leave tomorrow," she heard him say though suspected it wasn't directed to her. Brooklyn wasn't familiar with the world of the Council as she stayed away from Dallas at all costs. It was like walking into the lion's den for any hunter and spelled either instant death or a life of enslavement. Brooklyn just listened to her vampire master as he shuffled papers around into a bag before standing up and approaching the bed.

I love you…..She said in silence as the shift in the mattress followed by the strong cruel arms sliding around her body announced Alaric's presence. His hips ground against hers in a domineering manner as if he felt the need to assert his control over the human. They would leave before dawn as the vampire needed to secure his slave. No humans were permitted in the great hall. That was the Law and Alaric intended on playing by the rules in order to get what he wanted. Though Dean would get an instant death sentence for theft, he wanted his nemesis to suffer more and would make a plea for such. But in the meantime….

Brooklyn felt his hand slide down her side and hip caressing and teasing her body while feeling his cock grow hard against her back. She took in a sharp breath of air as he rolled her flat on her stomach and spread her legs apart. Her body had been stretched and nearly torn by his cruel erratic thrusting and couldn't feel any pain even now as he slammed his hips against hers. Alaric groaned and grunted as his body rutted violently into the human's, threatening to break her body. He heard his slave whimper below as he rode her harder until his body finally succumbed to the building tension within. The hot thick ropes spilled into her body causing her to cry as they ran over the tiny nicks and cuts making then sting and burn.

The vampire dug his nails into her sides keeping them locked together as he rode out the last remnants of orgasm then pulled away from her slick body and lowered the crushing weight of his body on hers. Alaric grabbed her by the waist keeping his arms locked around her body ensuring she wouldn't go anywhere. Tomorrow they would be in Dallas.

Dean opened his eyes and looked around the musty smelly wagon. A few streaks of sunlight peered through the cracks but didn't reveal anything further. He listened as the driver stepped out and walked around the right and towards the back. Another vampire approached and threw the door open letting the sunlight flood the interior. Dean covered his eyes at the bright rush of light but welcomed the warmth of its rays.

"Take him down to the holding cells," Will told the other vampire. Dean blinked and struggled to see who the other vampire was but sun blocked his view preventing him from seeing the identity of the second one. He didn't hear the other respond but merely grunt something incoherent then latch two massive paws that passed for hands on his arms and dragged him out onto the ground. Dean landed with a loud thud and looked up to face the other. It was no one he knew and suspected it was another hired goon of Nicholas's.

The quiet one pulled Dean to his feet and dragged him away towards the holding cells. Will just watched pleased to be relieved of duty. Now it was someone else's turn to babysit the bastard.

"Easy there Tiny, don't wanna damage the goods," Dean managed to crack before being hurled in the cell. The heavy iron door slammed tight echoing through the halls. The vampire looked through the bars with heavy dark eyes. They were cold and uninviting, reflecting hatred towards Dean. Dean sat up and looked around his new surroundings. A single bed was pushed up against the corner and nothing else. Dean glanced over his shoulder to see Tiny continue to stare back at him with menacing hollow orbs for several moments more before narrowing his eyes and turning to leave. Dean was now in complete solitude.

As he sat there, he began to feel heavy and weak. The room started spinning around him and he stumbled towards the bed falling hard on the worn lumpy mattress. Dean closed his eyes but he heard the thundering in his ears and knew what it was: He had not fed in several days and his body needed nourishment. If his human were here she would've offered herself to him without a second thought. Brook! He had not felt anything from his human- no pain or anything. Dean didn't know if to take it as a good or bad sign. As he lay there thinking of his human, the vampire suddenly doubled over from the sharp cramping his body was experiencing. The lack of fresh blood was starting to take a toll on his being and if Dean didn't get some soon he would fall into a coma like state and possibly never awaken even if he was given fresh blood.

But what Dean didn't realize was help was on its way…..

Slowly but surely things are coming together.....