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

Dean winced in pain the moment Brooklyn was slammed against the wall. He thought his head would explode from the powerful blow dealt to his human. The vampire reached an unsteady hand and dabbed at the tender spot. Though it didn't bleed, it was sensitive to the touch. As much as he hated to even think it, Dean realized being cursed with immortality was probably a lifesaver for his soulmate.

While sitting there in the cold windowless cell, he listened to muffled voices of the trial across the hall.

Alaric grinned at John and Castiel as they faced the Council. Deacon felt sick as his friend and the younger vampire were huddled and bound in silver chains as their accuser paced across their line of vision. Whatever it was Alaric had planned it wasn't good.

"It seems that there is a new development Council and Assemblymen. John Winchester and Castiel of the Novak line were caught trying to free Dean Winchester even now as his trial is occurring. Now I am familiar with the Law and what they can be charged with so I will not be asking for Penna de mortis. However….However I will be asking for the next punishment below that as they are guilty in trying to help a known criminal escape."

Deacon continued to grow irritated with Alaric's increasing arrogance as he paraded around like some hunter displaying his prized kill. Saltzman pride or rather Saltzman conceit was legendary in the vampire world. Though no law prohibited it, it wore on the frayed nerves of numerous vampires of all social stature. Something made Deacon turn his head and spot Nicholas glaring daggers in his direction. It appeared he earned the Evil eye of the patriarch. Well he could glare and glower all he wanted but it wasn't going to make Deacon falter.

"What evidence do you have they were plotting this conspiracy?" A female Assembly member spoke up. Alaric shook his head and narrowed his eyes at the one who dared to challenge him.

"As you well know Alaric we would like to see proof of this. Your word is not good enough."

Alaric seethed and used the last bit of self-control to keep from lunging for the vampire. She had a great deal of nerves to stand up and question his accusations. His word was as good as physical evidence!

"Fellow Assembly member I can assure you I would not be bringing these two before you all and spouting such things. Perhaps you can share with us as to why you question me."

"Councilman Saltzman," she started, "I am not questioning you but rather questioning your reasons. We understand theft of a slave is punishable by death however given John Winchester is the father of Dean and Castiel is from the Novak line perhaps there may be more personal motive behind this."

Deacon was inwardly tickled that someone else in the Assembly was questioning his motives. Perhaps the Saltzmans won't get their way after all.

Sam and Jessica finished burying the burnt remains of the guards. She had instructed the slaves to clean the mess and burn anything that couldn't be cleaned or repaired.

Let my father and brothers pay to have this fixed…..She thought with bitterness. For too long they had been brutal and callous. Now let them get a small taste of the receiving end.

The pair left the slaves under threat of death, though they had no intention of doing such, to not breathe a word of what happened within the walls of the manor. Brooklyn had been whisked away to another location for time to heal. Though she couldn't die, severe injuries can still weaken her greatly. The vampires hoped she wouldn't be found as they made their way towards the hall. The guard details were out on full alert as part of the trial procedures. Given past incidents with werewolves and shapeshifters, the Council now had guards patrol the vicinity as a precaution.

Sam and Jessica peered from around the corner of the storage shed and waited for the pair to pass by. Fate was on their side as they were upwind from the guards which cast their scent away from the detail.

"The entrance is over there," she pointed at the ornate double doors on the massive limestone building. Sam was in awe of the looming structure as he had never seen anything so large and impressive before. To Jessica it was nothing new for she had laid eyes upon the hall countless times. Nicholas used to bring her there as a child when they had meetings and the occasional trial for less dangerous offenses. She wasn't impressed with the cold sterile environment of the Council hall as it made her feel so cold and dead inside. The eyes of the members as they watched her reminded the vampire of wolves stalking their prey.

Sam caught the haunted look in her eyes and gently squeezed her hand. Jessica's eyes lightened at the touch of his hand and focused back on the mission before them. She wanted Dean and Brooklyn to be reunited and was thoroughly sickened with her brother's actions. The thoughts of what Alaric did to Brooklyn kept fanning the fire raging within soul. It was time for the Saltzmans to be on the losing end.

Dean continued to listen to the tense voices coming through the walls. It sounded as if Alaric was pissed off at something or rather someone. The vampire chuckled as he longed to be the fly on the wall for that little episode.

"Oh Alaric…If only I could see that smug content smile being wiped from your lips," he whispered to the air. The vampire still kindled the hope of being reunited with his human. And when they did they would track down the witch who cursed Brooklyn and force her to reverse what she did. Dean wasn't sure that he could sire her with the spell's tight grip on her body which was it was imperative they find the sorceress and use any means necessary.

He closed his eyes and let his mind wander to thoughts of his human while Alaric continued to be challenged in the large hall.

Sam and Jessica slid through a little known entrance where the guards either overlooked or had long since forgotten existed. Both suspected the latter as they crept along the web covered wall. Above them the Council and Assembly were gathered hearing out Alaric's arguments. Sam could see her roll her eyes in the dark as his huffed tone penetrated the limestone walls.

"Always the drama queen," she huffed quietly. Alaric's voice was turning angry and higher pitched as time progressed. Sam suppressed a laugh as they pressed on. Jessica spotted two doors ahead and paused to recall which one led to the cells and which one led to the chamber behind the hall. She closed her eyes and searched her ancient memory letting the visions of centuries before flood her mind and provide the guidance she so desperately sought out.

"This way," she pointed at the second door and reached for the solid iron handle. To hers and Sam's pleasant surprise the door opened silently. A cold rush of air slammed their skin and faces as they proceeded up the stairs. Centuries of neglect had taken a toll on the few scattered portraits lining the wall. Sam noticed all were dressed in similar black dress with solemn faces.

"Who are they?" He wondered aloud.

"The Elders," she answered without stopping. "They were the first vampires created by Judas and Lilith. Markus is the only one left sitting on the Council as the rest have long since melted into the shadows."

"What does that mean?"

"Not sure but that's what my father used to tell me," Jessica shook her head.

Sam kept silent as the landing came into view. The door at the top was swathed in grime and dust with scattered cobwebs. Sam was reminded of a Halloween decoration when he got a better view. Jessica placed an ear against the filth and listened for movement on the other side. They remained frozen in place as the wood was rotted and any vampire passing by could hear them on the other side. The guards were approaching talking about how disgusting it was for a vampire to harbor emotions for a human.

I would rather have a dog for a partner than a fucking human…..

Any vampire that even considers a human to be equal is a disgrace to our race!

Sam bristled and dug his fingers against the wall. The urge to rip those bastards apart was hard to ignore but somehow found the inner strength to oppress the need to kill. Jessica listened harder for felt like an eternity until she twisted around and motioned for Sam to follow.

It turned out the door had been concealed behind a bookcase. Jessica cautiously scanned the immediate hall then beyond before letting Sam come out. If she were to be caught she could handle her own against the Council where Sam wouldn't stand a chance. It would only give fuel for Alaric and she didn't want to help her brother in any way. Taking Sam by the hand they crept out and closed the door behind them. The cells were to their right while the hall was down on the left.

Sam caught the hints of his brother's scent and tugged at Jessica's hand.

"Dean's down here," he pointed at the row of doors. Jessica nodded and allowed him to take the lead. The scent caught her attention finally and the urgency took hold.

Dean heard the shuffled footsteps but they weren't heavy like the guards that were babysitting him. No, these were lighter and feminine in nature.

"Brook?" He whispered.

Next update soon.....