Chapter 1

Brooklyn

Dean's arms wrapped around me bring my body and mind to a relaxing state. Listening to his heart beat in his chest reminded me that it was in deed beating, unlike it had last night.

Shifting under the sheets, with little clothing on underneath it, minus our underwear, I felt Dean's leg cover mine.

"Well, that was, defiantly fun," Dean said with a wide smile, causing a chuckle to leave both of our lips.

"Shut up," I playfully hit him on the chest before laying my head back on it. My fingers traced his skin in a swirly pattern. "I still don't get it, how are you back?"

"Crowley. Must have missed our bonding times," Dean said with a shrug as he shifted a little under me.

Lightly laughing, I agree with a simple, "Yeah." My mind wandered none the less, deep in thought. "I still don't get it though. I mean, that's not like Crowley."

"Ah, don't worry about it. I'm back, that's what matters, right?"

Smiling, I look up at him, "Defiantly." Leaning in, we both captured each other's lips, humming at the feeling. When we pulled away, I whispered against his lips, "Last night was great."

Dean looked down at me, getting a better view of my face as he said with a smirk, "Glad to know you liked it so much." Suddenly, his eyes turn a cold, hard, black color, causing a gasp to leave my lips. I tumble and stumble off the bed, backing up to the middle of the room as I look at Dean on the bed in shock.

He smiles as he sits up completely, watching my reaction.

"How, who are you?" I ask with a shaky voice.

"I'm Dean, who else would I be?" He said, his voice a little darker as he seemed to enjoy my fearful look.

Shaking my head, I took another step back, "No. No, you can't be a..."

"A demon?" Dean finished as he stood up, slowly making his way to me as he spoke. "Actually, it can be, thanks to this little thing," He said, holding out his arm and revealing the Mark of Cain.

My head continued to shake as I slowly stepped back a few more times. By the time I reached the door, I was turning around and gripping the handle. Forget my clothes, forget it all, I had to get out of here.

Suddenly, the door slammed shut and I'm forced back around to face him. His warm breath can be felt on my face as Dean holds me still. Even though my body is in too much shock to try and run again.

"You can't leave me Brooklyn, we're connected, bounded for life. And where I go, you go."

His words sounded like him, but it wasn't him, his expression and smirk proved that. I tried to push him away but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the wall. "I may not be able to hurt you, but that doesn't mean I won't find a way to keep you here. Understand?"

My mouth ran dry as a mix of fear and sadness overtook my body and face, still I managed to nod my head for a response. He took a step back away from me, giving me space to breath as I let out a breath.

"Get dressed, we're going on a trip," He said, moving to grab his clothes.

No, this can't be happening. Dean was supposed to wake up and everything was supposed to be okay. The mark was supposed to vanish and he would be himself again. Yet, once again we find ourselves in the exact opposite situation. And worst, Dean isn't even gone, he's here, but he's a demon.

And I still can't find the courage to leave him.

Maybe it was the lack of courage, maybe it was the fact that I still loved him and I knew deep down he still loved me too. Whatever the reason may be, I didn't leave Dean. I rode with him, and even Crowley, around the different states, to different bars.

Wherever he wanted to go, we went. There was moment's I'd catch myself forgetting what Dean was, finding him still protective and loving towards me even in his darkest state.

May that's why I was sitting at the bar with a drink in my hand, watching Dean completely fail at "I'm Too Sexy" song for karaoke. I know Dean can sing, but right now he sounded like he was drunk out of his mind. Which was only partly true.

The crowd booed and yelled for him to get off the stage, but he just kept going. Crowley sat off at one of the tables, talking to two men, occasionally glancing in my direction or Dean's.

Once the song was over and Dean made his way off the stage and over to me, the crowd cheered and returned to their drinks or small talks.

Raising his empty beer bottle, Dean said to the bar tender, "Another one," before leaning next to my seat. "So, what'd you think?" He asked me with a playful smirk on his face.

Looking straight ahead, sipping my beer, I spoke honestly. "I think you sound tone death and you need to stop drinking, it's making your throat horse, and not in a good way." I glanced over at him in my last sentence, causing a knowing smirk to spread on his lips.

"Like you could do better," He challenged.

I eyed him, seeing he was serious and hummed. I downed the rest of my beer before standing up from my stool and making my way up to the stage. I picked my song and watched as Dean's eyes watched me closely, listening to my voice as I sang "The Heart Wants What It Wants".

Couldn't ask for a more relatable song right now.

The reaction I was getting from Dean reminded me of the many hypnotizing looks I'd get when I'd be doing something. Or anything some days. He couldn't tare his eyes from me as I sang, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.

When the song ended, the crowd cheered, clearly enjoying my voice more so then Dean's. I would have thought he would play the jealous man once I reached him, but I got quite the opposite.

"And that's how it's done," I said, sliding back onto my stool.

Dean eyed my body before speaking up a little, "Let's get out of here."

My eyes looked back at Dean, knowing what that meant when he said those five words. There was a part of me, the part that always tried to fight those words and what they could do to me. That part screamed and yelled to stop this, end this right now and walk away.

The other part shook at Dean's voice and look when he said those words. And that part, no matter how loud the other voice sounded, always seemed to win. And today was no different.

Sure I'd kick myself afterwards, but during these times, it was just Dean and I. No demon, no fear, just us.

And when Dean rolled off of me and I caught my breath, the feeling I got that ended me up here started to slip away and the feeling of regret would kick in. I'd try to remind myself that I'd rather be doing this then torturing someone or him sleeping with someone else. Yet, that didn't stop the feeling that crept up inside of me.

"Well, that was fun," Dean said with a satisfied smile. I'm silent as I throw the covers off of me and start to slip my clothes back on. Dean notices and speaks up, "Oh, come on baby, don't be mad about good sex."

"I'm going to go grab a bite to eat," I said and finish getting dress, standing up from the bed.

"Hey," Dean's voice sounds more serious, causing me to sigh and look back at him as he sits up fully on the bed. "Don't be like that."

Sighing, I fully turn to Dean and throw my hands out by my side, "What do you want me to say Dean? That even though I hate every part of you sometimes there is also moments I forget what you are, what you're doing."

Smirking like always, Dean says in a joking way, "The only person I'm doing is you. And you don't seem to complain too much."

I glare at him as the door opens and Crowley walks in, eyeing Dean and I and sensing the tension. "Arguing after sex, I see. I thought it was before?"

Shooting a glare to Crowley, I grab my jacket and slip it on as I yell behind me, "I'll be at the bar." I hear Dean's voice yell, "Right behind you!" but I'm already out the door and down the hallway.

I should just leave. I should steal a car and leave Dean and this whole thing. Or answer the phone that's been blowing up with Sam's number as he tries to get answers and check in on me. He still didn't know what was going on, and I hoped he wouldn't.

This would break him.

Hell, it would probable break me if I wasn't still connected to Dean. Still loved Dean so much I couldn't see him fully for what he was. Maybe because I didn't know who he fully was.

My eyes glanced over to Crowley and Dean, who were facing off two guys in a foosball game. Returning to the TV above the bar, I threw another fry in my mouth and let my mind wander. That didn't last long before a man with a shaved head approached me and leaned against the bar.

"You know, you're too pretty to be at the bar alone."

Letting out a soft laugh, I looked at the bald man. "I'm curious, how many dumb blonds fall for that?"

With a shrug, he answered with a smile, "Too many, but you'd be the first pretty brown."

Giving him a fake smile, I shook my head, "No thanks."

"Oh come on," He said, sliding his hand to my back and moving it down. "I can entertain your night."

Yeah right. Never in a million years.

"No thanks, and get your hands off of me before I break them."

He gave me a toothy smirk, "Oh, feisty."

My mouth opened to speak but instead Dean's voice came through as he walked up from behind me. "Hey, if your smart, you'll get your hands off my girl."

The bald man eyed Dean behind me, pulling his hand back away from me, "Or what? You'll sing me to death?" he chuckled, clearly not fearful of him.

Before the laugh could continue, Dean threw a hard punch at the guy, knocking him backwards. Dean threw another which put him on the floor.

"Dean!" I yelled, slipping off the stool and watched as Dean continued to throw punch after punch at the man before finally settle. He grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him a little off the ground.

"You need to get away from here. And if I ever see your slimy face around here again, I'll make sure you won't be able to touch my girl or any other again. You understand me?"

The man nodded, blood coming from his nose and lips while his left eye was swelling shut. Dean pushed the man back down before standing up straight. He reached over and grabbed my hand, mumbling, "Let's go" before tugging me away.

I find myself back in the hotel room, sitting on the couch and watching some random TV show while Dean is in the shower, trying to wash the bar smell off of him from today.

My phone buzzes on the nightstand next to me and I glance at it to see Sam's number pop up.

"Shit," I mumble to myself as I look at the ceiling with a sigh. Don't answer it, Brooke. Don't answer it.

Ignoring my inner voice, like I seemed to be doing, I grabbed the phone and stood up from the bed. I pushed answer, my eyes checking to make sure Dean was still in the shower.

"I told you not to call me again," I hissed into the phone as I opened the hotel door, leaving it open just a crack so I could still hear the water running.

Sam's voice came through the phone, almost annoyed and angry, "You didn't answer your phone."

"That meant stop calling," I said, leaning against the hallway wall.

"Brooke, I saw the gas station footage of Dean killing that man, and you were with him. What the hell is going on?"

I paused, shifting my weight on my feet as I debated on what to say. "It's, complicated."

"You mean Dean being a demon complicated?"

My mouth parted in shock as I looked off, "How, how did you know?"

"His eyes flashed black. Brooke, you need to get away from him, he's dangerous right now."

I shake my head, "I can't just leave him, Sam. Besides, he won't hurt me."

"You don't know that."

My eyes starred at the dark red carpet, my mouth quieting somewhat, trying to convince Sam and maybe myself. "I have to believe him."

"Brooke-"

"Sam, please, don't call back again. I'm safe and I'm keeping Dean occupied, just stay away, please," I begged before hanging up the phone. I wish I wouldn't have told him to stay away. We could fix this, he could fix this, but at the same time Sam was right, Dean is dangerous. Maybe not to me, but towards anyone else is another story.

Turning, I head back into the hotel room, letting the door close behind me as I look up. Standing in the bathroom doorway is Dean with a towel wrapped around his lower half. His eyes are stern as he looks at me, making me stop any movements.

"Who was on the phone?" Dean asked, his voice low.

"No one, wrong number."

"That was my brother wasn't it?" I said nothing, hoping he'd just drop the subject and move on. Nope. "See, if you wanted to keep the texts and calls a secret, you shouldn't have my birthday as your password."

Shrugging slightly, I said, "Only way I could remember it, I guess."

Dean eyes me, slowly walking towards me as we exchange words. "He's coming, isn't he?"

"I told him not too."

"Which means the exact opposite."

"I told him I was safe and-"

"And occupying me? Yeah, I heard," He stopped in front of me, looking angrily disappointed in me. His next words came out as a mumble, "And here I thought we were having fun."

My brows pull together in confusion, my voice raising, "This isn't fun Dean. This is babysitting. This is me holding on to that last bit of hope that I can get you back when in fact I should have left that night at the hotel."

I can't read Dean's eyes, which scares me a little. He said he wouldn't be able to hurt me, but he also said he'd do whatever he wanted to keep me here. So imagine my surprise when he grabbed the door and opened it, nodding towards the hallway.

"Then leave."

This is it, my chance to leave right now, to call Sam and tell him where Dean is, get him here, and help him. But, maybe it was the feeling of Dean or some other unknown connection, I couldn't leave. I couldn't walk out that door and deep down, Dean knew that.

Seeing this, he closed the hotel room door with a straight face. He reached down and took my cell from my hand, never breaking eye contact with me as he breaks it into multiple pieces. He then tosses the pieces into the trash bin next to us. With silence, he turns and walks back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

After that, it was like Dean wasn't him anymore. I mean, he wasn't, but now he was almost worst. There was no protective, cute moments with him, there was just sitting there, watching him get drunk and waste away in a sense.

I hated it, and I hated myself for letting him get this way. Crowley seemed to get annoyed with it too, but said and did nothing for the moment. I guess he figured I'd step in at some point and fix all of this.

But, truthfully, I didn't know how. I didn't know anything, and I couldn't tell if that was my own feelings or Dean's.

When Dean finished his daily drinking, I'd take him back to the hotel for him to pass out on the bed. When he woke, I'd be there with some water, but today was different.

"Drink," I said, handing him the glass of water that he barley saw with his half opened eyes.

"Nah, I'm good," He mumbled.

Annoyed, I stood up straighter and threw the glass of water at him, causing the water to dampen him and the sheets. The action caused to scurry up to a sitting position and glare at me, "What the hell!"

I shrugged, annoyed, "Told you to drink it."

Dean grumbled something incoherent as he used the sheets to wipe his face before leaning up against the headboard. He looked off for a moment, just letting me watch him in silence.

"Let's go somewhere, you and me."

"You're drunk," I stated, setting my hands on my hips.

Giving me a fake smile, Dean stated, "But you love me." I couldn't respond to that, because there was a part of me that did, more then I'd like to admit, and a part of me that was falling away from those words.

"Oh, come on, just you and me. Like old times," Dean said, almost begging.

My eyes squint at him, "I don't know what game you're playing, but I want out of it."

"Meaning?" He asked, almost half asleep.

"Meaning, Sam's on his way and when he sees how screwed up you are he'll leave, and I'll get right in that car with him. Because I'm done with this. I watched you, looked after you, hell even had some fun along the way. But now... I'm done Dean."

This was it, my voice showed how determined I was and when I turned to walk out that door I had every intension to walk out. But then, he spoke and stopped me.

"You used to be scared of those words. You use to think you'd get dragged right back to hell if you said them. What? Not scared anymore?"

I was frozen for a moment, my heart breaking as he said those words, those truthful words. I felt my voice crack as I said my next words, "I am in Hell."

Dean's face fell, almost saddened, as if the words I said really hurt him. But that didn't stop me from turning and walking towards the door. Before my hand could touch the door knob, I heard my name being called and I stopped and sighed.

"Dean-" As I turned I suddenly felt my head be slammed against the wall, causing my vision to go blurry as I fell.

"Sorry about this baby, but I can't let you leave," Was the last thing I heard before everything went dark.

Hope you enjoyed this first chapter! Let me know what you guys think of Deanmon and Brooke's relationship in this chapter.