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

Alaric pulled on the leather leash tethered to Brooklyn's wrists forcing his slave inside the ornate two story house. It was another property his family owned and perhaps the best place to keep his slave until after the meeting. He was anxious to get everything arranged for the passage to Barbados. Nicholas had wired the plantation to expect Alaric's impending arrival in a few days. Alaric reminded himself to thank his father for taking care of the arrangements and for making sure that the Winchesters were slowly being cut off – the lakeside manor and now the main family estate had been laid siege to.

Brooklyn felt the leash tighten but resisted initially until Alaric spun around and raised an eyebrow in warning.

"Don't even think about it," he growled. Brooklyn walked to his backside keeping two steps behind her vampire master. Alaric turned back around and strolled up to the house with the human in tow. Since the gathering wasn't until tomorrow so he had time to spend with his slave.

Alaric systematically ripped away the garments from her body letting himself taking the sight of the human as she was bound to the bedpost. Her wrists were tied behind the wooden pole and above her head forcing her to stay standing as the vampire started with the sleeves then collar and watched as her neck shoulders and breasts were freed from the constrictive clothing. His eyes were fixed on her pale but subtle skin while his hands ripped away the skirt and underlying layers until she stood bound and naked for him to take. When they arrived in Barbados clothing wouldn't be an option for the human.

Brooklyn felt the icy caress of his fingers along her neck and shoulders. He leaned in kissing and tasting the tender warm skin and fondled her body then shifted his mouth lower down the across the juts of her hips before coming to rest on the velvet skin between her legs. Brooklyn felt her legs parted wide bordering on splitting her body in two but her master's hands kept them locked in place. The human felt her body shake despite her attempts to keep steady before the vampire. But Alaric didn't notice or care for his attention was focused on the swollen mound protruding from the silken folds. His fangs slowly lowered, covered in a thin sheen of saliva as the thought of piercing the sensitive flesh ran through his mind. The vampire's cock pressed against the tan khakis aching to be surrounded by his slave's hot channel.

He leaned in closer suckling on responsive bundle of skin and flesh feeling his slave start to respond. Brooklyn battled to suppress the tiny gasps in her throat but the vampire's hearing heard every one. He smiled before embedding his fangs deep within tasting blood and the hot juices that flowed from her. The combination sent him over and Alaric bit her again and again tasting more of the liquid ecstasy that was specifically his slaves. God the way she tasted was worth what he had paid. Brooklyn heard the grunts and groans and closed her eyes with disgust. The muscles in her arms back and shoulders tensed and flexed as he continued feeding with a perverse pleasure.

Alaric pulled away and licked every wound clean before standing up to peel away his clothing. He merely ripped the shirt and pants away not caring if they would ever be worn again. The vampire licked his lips tasting the remnants of her blood and bodily fluids. Brooklyn twitched and fought against the rope but it only incited Alaric's need for the human. She watched as he approached and gathered her legs in his strong grip and roughly thrusted inside. He loved how her body resisted every time but soon surrendered. It was the power and control he held over her that charged his being. Since he was going to be away from her for an extended length of time he was going to use every second he had before leaving her. The vampire didn't intend to leave the room until it was time to prepare to join the Council.

Dean opened his eyes and looked around to see the room had ceased spinning as he didn't feel disoriented anymore. He couldn't remember much of the last 24 hours other than feeling the effects of blood starvation setting in but that was it. The vampire sat on the soiled mattress and ran his hands through his hair and over his face as he desperately tried to reach his human. Dean sprawled out on the tiny bed and closed his eyes then focused on the red haired human.

Brooklyn was stretched out with Alaric behind her when the thought crept into her mind.

Brook…..

Brooklyn relaxed slightly at the voice of her vampire.

Dean…..You're alright

Yes my love I am…..They don't want me dying on them

Where are you?

Dallas….Held somewhere near the meeting hall….

I am close….

Where!?

Somewhere in Dallas…..

God I miss you so much…..

Brooklyn wished her heart was still beating for it would've been thundering at his words. Her thoughts of the vampire were rudely interrupted by Alaric turning her on her back and pinning her hands above her head while settling between her legs. His eyes grew wide until two black saucers were in place where once light brown shined. He bent over and took her lips in his then bit down on her lower lips. The human winced in pain and squeezed her eyes shut unable to scream as the vampire once again claimed the slave as his.

"Okay you wanna run that by me again?" John stared at Castiel and Sam.

"John, we need to breach the Great Hall," Castiel calmly stated.

"And I thought only Dean had the crazy ideas," the older Winchester shook his head.

"Dad what other choice do we have? You know how the Council works," Sam pleaded with his father.

"Knowing my brother he'll try to get punishment handed down as swiftly as possible," Jessica added.

"Which is why we have to act Dad," Sam pleaded.

"Sam you know storming the Great Hall is like storming the Bastille? Guards will be everywhere, in front of every window and door to make sure no one gets in. I suspect this is what they will consider a high profile hearing of sorts, given the Saltzmans are involved."

Sam shook his head not wanting to back down.

"Dad, please…."

"John," Castiel turned to the patriarch, "There are other ways to get in without being spotted. Before she remained in Des Moines, Cassandra used to be an Assembly woman and learned a few secrets about the building."

Castiel pulled the folded up map from his jacket and passed it over to him. His bright blue eyes sparkled as the lines along John's dark eyes crinkled in concentration.

"This is very detailed," he looked up at the younger vampire.

"She is an accomplished artist and possesses an uncanny memory and attention for detail," he smiled.

"After we get Dean and his human back I will have to make a stop in Des Moines," the smile grew on his face as he thought of his newfound friend up north. It was a rarity for John to have such an expression after Mary died but no one was going to say a thing about it. Perhaps she was what John would need to help heal.

John shook his head and returned to the map noticing where the holding cells and meeting hall were in relation to one another.

"They will have Dean here," he pointed at the cells.

"But what about Brooklyn?" Sam asked.

"She'll be at the house," Jessica answered. "My father has a home here and that's where my brother will have her since humans cannot be in the Great Hall."

John pondered what to do next. Alaric and the rest of the Saltzmans assumed they were dead which played in their favor.

"Sam, you take Jess and get Brooklyn. Cas and I will find Dean."

Castiel looked over at John when he used the nickname. Only Cassandra had called him that but for some reason he liked hearing John call him that. It was less formal and more friendly to his ears.

John packed the bags and handed one to Castiel. They had enough dead man's blood and silver to keep an entire army at bay which was what they were up against. Jessica and Sam had their own bags and weapons and it didn't upset her one bit that she would be taking out any of her father's or brothers' goons. She had grown tired of living under their shadow for so long and tonight she was asserting herself from them! Sam took her hand and together they melted into the shadows leaving John and Castiel alone.

"Ready Cas?" Castiel nodded and they started up the truck and rolled down the road towards the looming structure of the hall.

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