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

Dean continued running his hands over his human's shivering body- a sure sign she was getting better.

"Keep fighting it Brook," the vampire encouraged her. "You're so strong I know you can do this."

His words of encouragement were getting through to her as Dean could sense the tiny movements around his waist. His human was forcing her arms around him, her way of showing she could hear him and was fighting to come back. The vampire slid their bodies closer towards the fire, which continued burning bright. The warm soft hues of yellow and orange danced across her skin while the penetrating heat broke past the icy barrier of her body.

Dean shielded her body from the unforgiving elements as his human continued warming up. Her skin was no longer icy to the touch but gradually warming up the longer she remained by the life giving flames. The vampire allowed his thoughts to drift towards the day the last bonds holding her to the Saltzmans was snapped and they could truly be together as it was meant to be.

Alaric could feel the inhuman presence still in the room and kept still. The thick sulfuric air started to choke the vampire as the witch recited the last and most important part of the ritual.

"Creature of night I offer you this, a lock of red hair of the slave known as Brooklyn," her fingers uncurled revealing the small lock of copper and auburn for the entity to have. She was calm and reserved as the hot acidic fingers snatched the precious strands. Its thick sharp nails scraped lightly across her hand leaving no mark behind.

"Now go," she commanded. The air rushed around them as the deep wheezing drowned all other sounds. The entity raced by the vampire and up the stone steps vanishing before it reached the door at the top. Though his family was skilled in the dark arts, their talents were no match of those belonging to her. She was over 2,000 years old and well honed in her trade. It also helped that she was a descendent of Enlil. She lit a white candle to purify the space around them as a precaution. It couldn't return once she had cleansed the premises and would have to bring the human to wherever the witch chose.

"It is done," the tiny light of the flame made the rich chocolate pools appear menacing and cold. Alaric grinned and nodded in silence for all he could do now was wait until the red haired slave was back with him.

Dean rested his forehead between his human's shoulder blades as she was not sleeping soundly. Her being was exhausted from fighting off cold and possible illness which affected her rest.

"It's like the fates are determined to rip us apart," he sadly whispered in her ear. Brooklyn moaned as if she was agreeing with her vampire.

"But I'm not going to let that happen. I know I said that before and we were ripped apart twice but we will persevere."

Brooklyn opened her eyes as the icy grip began to ebb and the penetrating warmth bled into her being. She knew it was the curse reviving her body, pulling it back from the brink. Dean felt the change in his human and loosened his arms around her body as she started to twist around on the cloak. The vampire draped his arm over her waist and drew her closer, hungering to feel the hot breath of his lover and mate disperse across his chest. Such a simple action was taken for granted by many but now the simple action of feeling her breathe upon him held a greater significance for them both.

Nicholas reviewed the files spread out before him. The Saltzman patriarch was seething just below the surface as once again his family had been humiliated by lower class vampires. The one consolation he had was knowing in the bowels of his manor was John Winchester and Castiel. The two vampires had been tortured and broken in every way imaginable but still remained silent. Even under threat of death they kept defiant in the face of their captor refusing to let them lay a hand upon Dean or his human.

There was a light knock on the door as Alaric stepped in.

"You look rather calm Alaric in spite of recent events," he addressed his son without looking up.

"I realize that I had other resources at my disposal to get what I want back," the vampire grinned. Nicholas froze then slowly lifted his head upward to catch the confidence in his son's eyes.

"What did you do?" He asked flatly.

"I had our spell casting friend conjure up a shadow demon," the causal tone made Nicholas tilt his head and narrow his eyes at Alaric.

"You did what!? Alaric do you realize what you did!?" Nicholas hissed.

"Relax Father," he assured the elder vampire. "It has the scent of my slave and will track her and only her. But if anyone dares to get in its way….."

Alaric's eyes turned black and cold as Nicholas knew he was counting on Dean to be in the way when the unholy hunter found the slave. The patriarch rounded the desk and flashed a sinister smile towards his older son. Nicholas slid his hands on the vampire's face as he said with pride:

"You truly are a Saltzman."

The icy barrage let up but the chill hung in the air as the vampire and his human resided comfortably in the alcove. The heat of the flames filled the ancient adobe with a thick warmth that held the bitter cold at bay. Dean stroked her arm and kissed her temple as she relaxed against him.

"Tomorrow we will be there," Brooklyn smiled at the tiny notion of hope that welled in her soul. The human hoped someone could help them or she felt all of their efforts would be in vain. Dean felt her hope and doubt as he too harbored his own concerns. The vampire curled his arm tighter around her body and lightly kissed her neck and shoulder. The quiet mewls couldn't escape his sensitive ears and encouraged the vampire to go further. Dean shifted his body until his mate was on her back and the welcome weight of his form pressed comfortably on top of her.

"Are you sure?" He whispered with gentle concern. His human's eyes lit up as she lifted her head and captured his lips with a fervent kiss. The vampire felt the need within his human course through his soul feeding the desire between them. Dean was careful with his lover as she was still weak from hypothermia and feared she may relapse.

"Dean I'll be alright," she broke the heated connection between them. Brooklyn ran her fingers along the side of her vampire's face before drawing him back in to her waiting embrace. She positioned her body and wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed inside. Her body embraced the thick intrusion and rested around him with tight wet heat. Dean paused for a moment as he greatly missed feeling the warmth of her skin against his as they lay locked together.

The vampire gently rolled his hips against his human's and gauged her reaction. She elevated her lower body slightly off the ground wanting her lover to go deeper within. Dean watched as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, a sign that she was surrendering herself over to him. The vampire lightly kissed her neck and jaw as he desired to take his time with her. Brooklyn ran her hands down his back, lightly raking the skin with her nails. Dean softly gasped at the tiny burning sensations and felt his body thrusting a little harder against her. The beginnings of climax had started to pool in his human's body, sending the tiny charges through his own. He felt her snap her hips as the tightening rapidly grew, ready to break free at any second.

"Dean…." She whimpered with tears welling in her eyes. "God…."

The vampire felt the tip of his cock ram against the receptive swollen mound and send his human over the edge. Brooklyn closed her eyes tighter and latched her nails into his waist as the dam burst within. The vampire whispered words of love and devotion as she cried softly in his shoulder and coated his cock and thighs with her body's release. Dean continued rocking against her body knowing his gentle thrusts prolonged the waves of orgasm which remained in tight control over his human. He loved how she spilled over him and called out his name in relief and love. He loved how she willingly gave him her heart body and soul over without a second guess knowing Dean would never break any of them.

Dean's steady thrusts quickened as he felt the walls in his own body slowly start to weaken. Brooklyn opened her eyes to see his beautiful face twisted together as he drew near. She shot out her hands and held his face within the warm sweaty palms and forced him to look downward in her eyes.

"Just let it go…." She whispered. Dean felt the tightening grow unbearable and felt the call for release taking over his being and fighting the vampire's attempts to keep it at bay. The vampire buried his head in his human's shoulder and hollered out her name over and over as the first crest spilled in her body. Brooklyn locked her legs around his waist keeping him deep inside as he continued spilling into his lover's body. She felt the thick heat penetrating and heard a small gasp escape her lips. The human couldn't find the words to describe what she felt but knew it was something only soulmates shared in times of passion.

Dean felt the last bit of release waning from his body and slowly the vampire looked up at her. Brooklyn caressed his face and carded her fingers through his hair as they shared several small sweet kisses. She unlocked her legs from around his body but he remained pressed against her refusing to sever the contact between them. Her vampire decided to tell her more about what he read in his father's library.

"Brook," he rested his forehead to hers and closed his eyes. "When I sire you the transformation will be painful but I will remain with you through the whole ordeal. I will have to drain you to the point of death then feed you my blood."

"How long will it take?" She asked with worry in her eyes.

"It varies," he kissed her lightly. "When I was turned it took four days before I was fully changed. When a human is turned, they will crave human blood the first day which my father will have on hand. Don't worry Brook, I won't let anything happen to you," he kissed her but this time a little harder.

"Once you're turned you will no longer have to hide in fear and we can go wherever we wish."

Brooklyn pondered his words then looked hopefully as she asked, "Can we go see the ocean?"

Dean grinned and kissed her again and again before pulling back. "Anything your heart desires."

Yeah I'm finally back on track!!!!