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

For two days Dean refused to feed as he had slipped into a state of depression. Judas had grown concerned over the younger vampire's state of mind as he would soon slip into a blood coma and never regain consciousness.

"Dean you must feed," Judas sat in front of him with hands gripped tightly on his shoulders.

"I want her back!" Dean leapt to his feet and stormed around the abandoned building. They had been reduced to hiding in old homesteads and forts as the towns were no doubt on high alert and keeping an eye out for them all.

"And you will get her back Dean! But if you don't feed you will go into a blood coma! My daughter is out there being subjected to unspeakable torment and yet you continue to wallow in a self created hell!"

Dean growled and lunged for Judas who was anticipating the attack. The first stage was aggression and rage – the dark side of a vampire's true nature. The older vampire brought him down with ease and pinned him to the dirty wooden floor with one hand clamped around his throat.

"I will not let you do this to yourself!" Judas sliced his wrist and forced against Dean's mouth. Dean struggled at first but slowly quit resisting and relaxed under Judas' hold. The blood of their creator pulsed through his veins filling the collapsed vessels with the life nourishing elixir. Judas watched the young vampire's eyes roll back in his head as he was cast into a deep state of slumber. He knew Dean truly loved his daughter but his reckless behavior would only spell his death or worse.

"Judas," Lilith appeared in the doorway with a large book in hand. "I may have a way to reverse the curse Samirah put on Brooklyn."

Judas turned away from Dean who was resting on the bed and looked with hope in his timeless depths.

"How?" He asked.

"This book," she patted it affectionately, "contains many of the same spells that Samirah uses. If you recall we both descended from the Sisters."

"Yes, you're a daughter of Alleyah," Lilith smiled.

"But if you also remember Samirah inherited darker powers from Mahala and her abilities are way beyond mine."

"But still Lilith," Judas tilted her chin upward, "we have to try. If we can restore Brooklyn then Dean can…."

"You know I have realized this Judas," she smiled.

"What must we do?"

"Aside from getting Brooklyn back, we need the blood of Samirah as she is the one who cast the original spell along with molten silver which she would have to consume. Then it would have to be done when the moon is as blue as the ocean."

"But what about the silver? Will it stay in her blood?"

"No," Lilith shot up a hand and gently shook her head, "Since silver is a pure element it would absorb the curse and neutralize I suppose you could say. Remember curses are rather strange things."

"I know," he sighed heavily and looked to where Dean still rested. His face scrunched his face as the dream surrounded his mind and soul.

He tore through the woods, following the scent of his human. His instincts had taken over long ago as it was the calling that was in firm control- guiding him towards the one his heart ached for.

Her scent continued to grow stronger and stronger as he crashed through bushes, snapped twigs and stomped through creeks and streams. His heart had begun to beat as the distance between him and his human grew narrower and narrower. Nothing dared to challenge the vampire for the creatures of the night feared his kind and hid in the shadows until he passed.

Dean charged harder through the woods watching the moonlight reveal the clearing ahead. His sharp eyes caught the outline of a figure perched on a rock at the edge of a tranquil pool.

Brooklyn sat and closed her eyes, feeling the presence of her vampire growing closer towards her. This was the only way she could be with him- without fear of Alaric or the others. The gentle breeze rushed through her hair brushing behind her and into the night.

Dean saw his human clad in a thin silken dress with her hair flowing behind her. The moonlight danced upon her copper tresses creating light silvery streaks through her hair. His body responded to the sight before him as his jeans grew unbearably tight – the need to have her raged through his being. Brooklyn smiled sweetly as he charged across the shallow pond not caring his clothing was drenched- they wouldn't be on for much longer.

She stood with arms open as he reached the other side and swept her off the ground. The warmth of her body pressed through the soaked shirt and denim serving to fuel his needs even further. Their bodies landed against a soft patch of grass with Dean on his back looking up into those bright grey eyes. Neither one spoke for there were no words to be expressed. The swift gentle touches swept over the vampire's cool skin sending powerful jolts through his ancient body.

Dean reached up along her leg, slowly sliding his hand up and in the smooth flowing material letting his fingers caress and stroke the soft flawless skin. His human crawled further up his body yearning to feel her lover's touch, to wipe away the vile mark of Alaric – even if in their dreams.

The vampire carefully rolled her on the ground while continuing to explore her body, remembering every small curve with sharp precision. Brooklyn gasped at the tender pressure of his fingers as they slipped between the heated folds to the delicious heat of her body. She grabbed the button of his jeans, ripping them apart to gain access to the solid hard weeping cock beneath.

Dean groaned and thrusted his hips at the dry warmth of his human's hand as it slowly started pumping him. His eyes slowly dropped until they were half lidded but still open enough to see the pleasure washing through him.

"Brook…." He groaned and curled his fingers upward and around eager to please his human lover. His eyes focused on her features as they revealed the undeniable passion flowing through her and knew she was ready.

His hand slipped from between her and gathered the thin garment along with the other and with one fluid motion ripped it from her body. The moonlight bathed her naked body in a soft silver glow as his human lay sprawled upon the tall grass. Dean tugged at his own clothing feeling it give way and liberate his own hungering flesh.

"No one will ever take this away from us," he whispered.

"Never," she sighed before Dean climbed up her body and slowly parted her legs with his arms while taking her in one thrust. God it felt so right being under the stars making love to his human, his soulmate. She belonged with him and only him- their souls had mated as one but their bodies were ripped away from one another by those determined to destroy them.

Dean took her gently, knowing this wouldn't last forever. Brooklyn saw the sadness welling in his eyes and cupped his face in her hands and drew him into her waiting arms. She felt his sorrow seep into her being and felt the first tears roll down her face. It was bittersweet for the lovers as they held onto one another in their tender embrace.

The vampire's hips rocked back and forth pushing his thick full cock deeper into his human's body until he was balls deep within her. Brooklyn hooked her legs around his tight waist and arched her back letting Dean do whatever he wished with her. She trusted him with her life and soul.

The grass brushed along their naked bodies as they continued caressing, kissing and thrusting refusing to let any part of their bodies break away from the other. Brooklyn panted harder and buried her face into Dean's strong shoulder and cried out his name through the relentless crashing waves of orgasm. She felt his arms fit tighter around her back and waist followed by his soft lips pressing gentle kisses over her neck and face.

"I've got you…." His mouth didn't move but his voice resonated in her mind.

"I know…" She smiled up towards him.

Her legs lessened their hold around his waist but remained locked together like her life depended on it which only made Dean draw her closer in his arms. His body had began to coil in the familiar tightening that heralded his own release and the vampire felt his body move faster against hers. The ancient calling ringing loudly in his ears pushing him onward though Dean wanted to keep such from happening. He grunted then moaned as instinct won out over will and spilled into his lover's body.

She felt his disheartenment and tilted his chin up until the watery emerald pools were fixed with hers.

"Dean…." She whispered, "It's alright."

"No…." he shook his head, "I wanted this….I wanted this to last…."

"Shhhh," Brooklyn pressed a finger against his lips and felt him kiss the slender digit. "Alaric doesn't know about this….About here. We will be together again…..I promise…."

Her eyes welled with tears as they lay together in the grass along the water's edge. Dean kissed her palm and placed it along the side of his face picking up the powerful trails of sex and her. He silently vowed to destroy Alaric and the entire Saltzman clan for their brutality.

Brooklyn sadly smiled at her vampire as it was killing her as well- this separation.

"I know we have to leave soon….." she started to speak, "But I want you to deliver a message to my father."

Dean turned his head as she leaned towards his ear and whispered, "Tell him I forgive him. I understand now why he did what he did. He only wanted to protect me because he loves me."

He nodded in silence and felt the warmth of her body begin to grow cold. Dean sat up, alarmed to see her begin to fade away into the moonlight. The sorrow in her eyes went straight to his soul and the vampire reached out only to feel the cool air cut through his fingers. The pain cut through his heart like a dull silver knife as he sat there alone but heard her voice upon the wind.

"We'll be together soon….I love you…."

"I love you too," he said with a heavy heart as he felt his spirit lifting up towards consciousness.

Judas sat on the edge of bed when Dean came around. The younger vampire was groggy and dazed initially but snapped to reality once he saw Judas and Lilith.

"Dean are you alright?" Lilith offered him a cup that held fresh blood. He nodded and carefully accepted the offering for his hands were shaky from his dream.

"Judas," he said after taking a drink, "Brooklyn wanted me to deliver a message to you."

"What did my daughter say?" Judas was on edge as Dean took another drink.

"She said she understands what you did to her and she forgives you Judas."

Dean then added, "She knows you love her and though she didn't say it, Brooklyn loves you too."

"Thank you," the Original One wiped his eyes dry. "I didn't know if she would ever forgive me for separating her from Rachel and I."

"She does," Dean assured him, "Brooklyn was angry and hurt that's all. She thought you didn't want her anymore- that maybe…."

"NO!" Judas shouted. "I would never harbor such thoughts about her. Brooklyn doesn't know how much it killed us to give her up. It's part of the reason of what happened to Rachel."

"Brooklyn's mother," Judas nodded and looked away.

"She is still alive as I said Dean…but as a vampire."

"You turned her?"

"Yes I did….She dying as a result of childbirth and I couldn't lose her! So I turned her after I returned."

"But you said that was only part of the reason," Dean added.

"Yes….You see Lucifer knows about my daughter."

"No…." Dean shook his head as the sickening realization spread over him.

"Lucifer wanted to destroy me and sent his demons after us. Rachel fought them hard but one came up behind her and stabbed her with a blade dipped in a powerful silver poison. Lilith could not find a cure so I had her cast Rachel into a deep state of sleep until one could be found."

"Which is how you're still kicking," Dean noted.

"I made a promise to her before Lilith put her under that I would find our daughter and bring Rachel back."

"And we will get Brooklyn," Lilith assured them both. "But Judas I learned something about the poison used on Rachel- it was Samirah who devised it. She wanted to make certain that you wouldn't find a way to bring Rachel back. But her pride and arrogance will be her downfall."

Wow that was difficult to write with dry eyes...one chap left then I will be working on The Gathering Storm