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The ride was smooth to the human's surprise as the caravan rolled down the highway and crossed the Red River. They were still several hours out but for Brooklyn it seemed like an eternity. Alaric kept his arms wrapped tightly around his human as his eyes watched the rugged hill country sweep by. The arrangements had been made for his slave to be locked up in a secure location until the meeting with the Council was over. Humans were forbidden to be in the Great Hall and even the slaves held by Council and Assembly members were not even allowed inside.

Soon I will be rid of that pest Winchester…..Alaric told himself. He had cast his verdict without a second thought in absentee. It was permitted by Law and he would always take every advantage presented if it meant getting one step ahead of his enemies. The vampire relaxed a little in the seat and turned to the human noticing her stare was fixed at the back of the front passenger seat. He had her dressed in lighter clothing for the weather was warmer and humid in this part of the country and Alaric wished not to see his prized slave swelter in the heat. Heat stroke was still a real threat to humans and many had died under the hands of their masters.

Brooklyn felt his body shift then the cool touch of a lone finger. The slider digit traced along her jaw and neck then playfully ran over her full soft lips. She shuddered at his touch but Alaric wasn't in the mood for a sexual dalliance with his slave. No, he was merely reasserting his control over her in a subtle softer way. There would be time for him to show the cold side of his persona but for now was content in light sensual caresses. After the hearing they would leave for Barbados where no one would disturb him as he played out his ever wanton desire and hunger on her ageless body and spirit.

Alaric watched his slave close her eyes and hang her head in sorrow. The silky strands of copper cascaded over her shoulders and concealed the tears that streamed down her face. The vampire pushed aside the loose locks and leaned in to lick away the bitter drops.

"Soon you will no longer cry for him," he whispered with confidence ringing in his voice. "Submitting to me mind body and soul will make the pain less severe."

Brooklyn remained silent as his hand fisted the back of her collar exposing the tender skin. His eyes were trained on the throbbing artery as the thirst grew stronger with every beat. Brooklyn gasped sharply as the deadly canines punctured skin and flesh then reaped the thick sweet reward.

"HEY!" Dean hollered out. His cramping continued to increase causing the eldest Winchester brother to roll around and curse the Saltzmans for everything they did to his family and worst of all Brooklyn.

"Shut up in there!" The low voice of Tiny rang out from the other side of the door. The latch opened and the sound of creaking iron was painful to the vampire's ears. Dean groaned in agony as Tiny stepped in with a flask in hand. His orders were to keep Dean alive but it didn't mean he had to be generous with the blood.

With one boot Tiny rolled the shaking and sweat drenched vampire onto his back and pried his mouth apart. He noticed Dean's fangs were partially revealed, a sign of blood starvation. Tiny unrolled the flask and pressed the top to chapped lips. Dean couldn't swallow as his body was in the slow stages of shutting down from lack of regular feedings. His eyes had rolled back into his head as his arms and legs twitched uncontrollably. Tiny was thoroughly disgusted by the vile sight and hated how he was in charge of the pathetic captive. To him Dean Winchester wasn't worthy of being a member of his race. He was weak feeble and worst of all in love with a filthy human!

He pulled away the empty flask and walked away as the blood filled Dean's collapsed veins. Dean continued shaking and trembling as the blood slowly coursed through the constricted cells and dehydrated muscles. The gap between feedings had taken its callous toll on his body and started affecting his mind. The hallucinations were setting in when the life giving nourishment was poured into his hungry body. Dean started to see Alaric hovering over him taunting him cruelly.

You're gonna die here….

Then Brooklyn appeared before him with endless sorrow in her eyes.

Why did you abandon me???? I thought you loved me…..

"I do love you…." He told the mirage. "I love you with everything I have Brook."

He hurts me Dean…..He beats me and rapes me…It's all your fault!

Dean swallowed hard and fought to reach out to his human only to watch as her face and body vanished before his eyes. The vampire closed his eyes and gave in to exhaustion.

The clouds gathered over the horizon as the skyline came into view. Lightning streaked across the darkening skies casting a bright flash over the black caravan. Thunder boomed overhead startling the human as she was caught off guard. Alaric chuckled as her eyes shot wide and looked out the window at the violent skies. Texas was always known for unpredictable weather and with it being the start of spring this was no exception. The vampire leaned back and reminisced about his time in Barbados and how the hurricanes would rip across the island and cast its punishing winds against plant and animal alike. Soon he would see his beloved home again and this time not alone.

William looked over his shoulder and saw the frightened human cowering in her seat. At that exact moment she reminded the vampire of a perched bird ready to fly at any moment. But this little bird had her wings clipped preventing her from taking off. Alaric raised an eyebrow at his friend but didn't say anything. William shrugged and turned around leaving the vampire and human alone.

As the vampires made their way into the outskirts of Dallas, another vehicle entered from the North. Sam and Jessica drove at a steady pace as to not draw unwanted attention to themselves. In the back of the truck sat John and Castiel who were picked up along the way. Deacon had smuggled a dispatch to the younger brother alerting him to his father being alive and hiding at the safehouse.

Two days before….

Castiel continued tending to John's wounds while Deacon's human servants had left before being spotted. The wounds on his head and back were deep but would heal with time. Alaric's goons had made sure they would struggle to reach Saint Louis giving their master the advantage. But they didn't expect Castiel to put up the fight he did and as a result they lost the battle and war.

The younger vampire had difficulty in dragging John as he was a dead weight in his arms. They had traveled for several miles before the horse drawn wagon had raced towards them then came to a stop alongside the road.

"Castiel," the human leapt off and bowed quickly. His skin was a rich mocha with equally intense eyes to match. He was dressed in simple khakis and button up shirt, typical of slaves from wealthier households. "I am Rufus one of Deacon's servants."

Rufus showed the tattoo embellished on his chest then covered it back up. "We are here to help."

"We?" Castiel asked and saw a woman with blonde hair and older one with reddish brown hair leap down and take John from his grasp.

"This is Ellen and Jo," the women lowered their heads and helped John onto the back of the wagon and quickly covered him up. "We will go to the safehouse where you two can recover."

Castiel headed up on the wagon then concealed his body with the blankets and hay to mask his scent. If any vampires came upon them it would be difficult to pick up his or John's scents. The humans got back on and Rufus got the horses moving. The wagon lurched forward as the wheels creaked and finally gave way as it rumbled down the road.

In Michigan….

Jessica helped Sam pack the truck with swords guns and silver cased items. She knew he was beside himself over Dean's suffering but her brothers and father were powerful and devious which made her wonder how she turned out the complete opposite.

"Jess you ready?" Sam asked as he walked through the door. Jessica nodded as she tied the duffel up and hoisted it over her shoulder. The younger Winchester had to admit she was very resilient for being so small. But that was one of the things he loved about her. He leaned in kissing her gently, thankful she was alive and back in his arms. Now they needed to reunite Dean and Brooklyn.

Bobby was packing them some food and of course blood when he heard the knock at the door. Ash went to answer it and found a stranger at the door.

"I must speak to Samuel Winchester," the vampire stepped in.

"I am Samuel," Sam appeared with a silver blade hidden in his pants.

"Please I mean no harm," she presented the note from Deacon. "I bring this from Deacon."

Sam took the letter and dismissed the vampire. She was one of the few the Assembly man trusted as she felt humans were more than property. She was from Des Moines, descended from the original settlers and a community leader though her identity remained concealed. The vampire hurried out leaving Sam to read the letter.

Sam,

In two days your brother will be sentenced to death under Law for saving Brooklyn from Alaric. Your father and Castiel are hidden at my safehouse south of Saint Louis. I have enclosed the map to get there so you can take on the Saltzmans as a family. I know Jessica will be with you as I have been kept informed of her recovery. The trial is at the Great Hall in Dallas. Please hurry

Deacon

Sam smiled as his father was still alive and Deacon had him stashed.

"Jess let's get moving."

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