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

Dean's eyes fluttered open in reaction to the streaks of light pouring through the windows. The vampire groaned and rubbed his eyes before forcing them open for good. He looked down at his human as she was still sleeping soundly against him. Her head was resting against his chest while half of her body was draped on one side of his. Her arm was splayed across his torso in an almost protective like position. Dean silently wondered if she was challenging their foes even in her sleep. She appeared so sweet and delicate like the first rose of the spring but the vampire knew deep within her soul the fiery heart of a warrior rested.

The vampire pressed a light kiss on the top of her head as his fingers carded through her hair. It was something he never tired of – not now and not ever. They felt like tiny strands of silk that flowed freely between his large ancient fingers. It was love – pure true and the kind few ever experience. It had nearly cost him his life and cost his human her mortality. Yet they found their way back to one another thanks to the help of others.

"We'll find a way to change it," he promised her. They were going to hunt down the witch that cursed his human and force her to reverse the immortality spell. It would be then he would sire her. Once she was turned Alaric lost all rights over her and she would truly be free. The Council wouldn't be able to enforce or honor the bill of sale or any claim on Brooklyn as Law forbade the enslavement of vampires by other vampires. But then it was also why it was outlawed to turn humans.

"We don't even know to begin looking," Brooklyn spoke up. She lifted her chin to look into his deep seated pools showing the deep concern that he knew resided in his being.

"I know Brook but we'll find a way," he watched her lips crack up into a trusting smile before her head rested back against his body. She wanted so desperately to find the witch and force her to reverse the curse. The human knew then the time would be right for him to turn her. Until then Alaric was still a threat to them and would stop at nothing to get her back and make Dean pay dearly.

The vampire felt the shudder through her body before going still against him once again.

Alaric screamed in anger and rage as his arm lashed across the desk sweeping the contents off the wooden top and across the rug. The lamp shattered while papers scattered and the dagger shaped letter opener clattered harmlessly against the soft fibers.

"HOW!?!?!? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!?!?!"

William leaned against the opposite wall watching his friend caught in a fit of rage. It was nothing new to him to witness Alaric go into a blind rage when he was outsmarted. He had to give Dean credit for this one.

"Alaric," William gently intervened and placed a calming hand on his shoulder. The vampire ceased his fit and slumped his shoulders in disgrace.

"We will find her. They didn't go too far," he watched Alaric's eyes lighten with hope then narrowed as something stirred within his mind. Alaric raced over to the desk and tore drawers open hurling papers and books aside. He suddenly remembered something his father had kept in the house in case the occasion arose and the occasion had risen.

"It has to be here!" He growled to himself while ripping books from the shelves and nook until his eyes rested on the faded journal hidden between two well placed tomes. Alaric slipped it out from its hiding place and slowly thumbed through the worn faded pages. The rich almond orbs swept back and forth over ancient script and drawings held upon each side. Nicholas had told his sons of this book when it landed in his possession centuries before.

William watched as his friend spun around with eyes fixed on the book. The sinister grin crept up which darkened his features making him appear even more evil than before.

"Here," he finally looked up with a finger pointing at the top of an inscription. William strolled over and took the book in his hands. The vampire read the passage written in a long extinct tongue. He looked up at Alaric who stood silent and kept the smile plastered on his face.

Brooklyn didn't want to move but knew they had to stay one step ahead of Alaric. Both vampire and human suspected the alarm had been sounded which would cut their head start in half if that. Dean knew she was awake as her fingers continued to lightly rake over his side. He noticed her wound from crossing the river had healed and the stitches long since gone. Dean observed any wound or old scar that crossed her skin before the curse had been erased leaving it flawless in its wake.

"We need to leave my love," Dean whispered. Brooklyn loved it when he called her that. No one had ever given her affection in her life let alone called her their love. It touched her deeply in places no emotion had existed before but now did.

His human stretched and tossed the covers back exposing their naked forms on the bed. Neither one had slept much since they had made love throughout the night. But then again Brooklyn noticed her body wasn't the same any longer. Sleep took on more of a luxury then necessity as did the need for food and water. Perhaps this was the silver lining to the storm facing the lovers.

Dean slipped from underneath her body and scooped his human off the bed and into his waiting arms. Brooklyn would always feel secure in his embrace as Dean felt right with her in his arms. With head relaxing on his chest, Brooklyn felt his body move forward as Dean made his way down the narrow hall to the small bathroom at the end.

Alaric paced around the room as he waited. She had better arrive or he would break the centuries old truce between their families and kill her with his bare hands. The vampire despised to be kept waiting but William's calming presence prevented him from doing the unthinkable.

As the vampire turned and made the next stride across the room a knock on the door caused him to freeze mid walk. He looked up at the door to notice the human slave entered with the witch in tow. She wasn't happy with being summoned by Alaric once again as her eyes narrowed in the direction of the vampire. The human darted out before Alaric could say a word.

The witch looked over with certain coldness as she approached him.

"Why have you summoned me Alaric?" She didn't attempt to disguise her displeasure.

"Why my dear I am in need of your assistance once again," Alaric responded coolly.

"I assume this is about the missing slave?" She raised an eyebrow at the fire that suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"I want her found!" Alaric snapped and shoved the book in her chest. The sorceress looked down at the passage then up at Alaric. Her mocha eyes no longer ringing with amusement but terror.

"No, what you are asking of me….."

"I'm not asking you now am I?" Alaric inched closer. "I am demanding it."

"Alaric you have gone mad! This spell is not only dangerous but there is no guarantee it will work. You may very well be signing a death warrant!"

"Who's death warrant?!"

"You haven't figure it out yet?" She slammed the book and thrusted it back in Alaric's grip.

"I want that human back and I will not let Dean Winchester win!"

"Have you not caused enough heartache for her?" The witch's tone softened slightly around the edges. Her answer earned her a violent blow across the face. Alaric didn't care if he struck the woman before him. No one dared to question his motives! He was aware of the risks in casting the spell but revenge outweighed the risks.

"That human is my property! I bought her and I can do whatever the hell I want to her! She can't die and I plan on making her suffer!"

The deadly gaze caused the witch to shudder where she stood though the room they stood in was warm from the setting sun. Alaric was determined to get his human back and didn't care about the consequences. He wasn't upset – he was mad!

Brooklyn and Dean lingered in the shower and lavished one another's bodies. There was no time to make love but just enough minutes for a little tender attention. The steady stream washed over their worn and tired bodies though both knew the battle had just begun.

I am sooooooo sorry about this slow update!!! I am on vacation in New Mexico and my brain is fried!!! Forgiveness please!!?!?!?