Chapter 2

Brooklyn

The sound of an engine was soothing, seeming to keep me in a sleep like state. But, eventually my brain fought the state and my eyes opened. That's when I realized I was in a car, the street lights flying by as Dean drove.

My head hurt a little and I groaned a little as I sat up straighter in the car, looking around me. "Where are we?"

"Away," Was all Dean said as his eyes staid ahead on the road.

That's when it all came back to me, causing me to look at Dean and my voice to raise. "You knocked me out!"

"Couldn't have you just up and leave me. We're connected Brooklyn, you and me for life, remember?" Dean said with a slight smirk.

"Sam-"

"Sam is in his own little mess, so waiting for him to come and get you is a losing waiting game." My eyes looked at Dean worriedly, causing him to glance over at me and sigh. "Oh come on, don't give me that look. Now, just sit back and relax." With that, he turned on the radio and cruised down the road.

We drove for another 30 minutes before Dean pulled up to a set of buildings. In front of me was a strip club. Immediately, I looked at Dean who smirked, "Seriously? I'm not going in there."

"What? There?" He said, pointing to the strip club before scuffing. "No, no, no," He looks across the street to another building. "That is where we're going." Across sat another sexual store. A longara store.

I eye Dean who turns his head and gives me a wink and smile before climbing out of the car. I roll my eyes as I climb out of the car, not even circling it before Crowley suddenly appears.

The smile faded from Dean's lips as he looked at Crowley annoyed, "What do you want, Crowley?"

"A chat. We need to talk about your... Anger-management issues."

"We're a little busy at the moment."

"But by all means, let's talk," I spoke up, causing Dean to eye me. Hey, in this moment, I'd do anything to get out of going into a longara store. Especially with Dean in the state he is right now.

Although he wanted to fight the conversation, Dean agreed and we headed over to a bar that was just down the street. I sit on the end with Crowley next to me and Dean next to him. A bartender comes up to us and Dean orders three shots before Crowley starts speaking up.

"So... How you been feeling? On edge? Pent-up? Unfulfilled?"

"My sex life is just fine, right Brooke?" Dean says, eyeing Crowley before looking over at me. Just as he makes that comment, my shot is placed in front of me and I quickly take it before ordering a beer.

I'm going to need a few if this is how this conversation is going to go.

Crowley scuffs and makes a face, "This isn't about Little Dean. It's about the Mark. It changed you."

"Just figured that out?" I mumble as I grab my beer and raise it to my lips.

The demon next to me continues talking to Dean. "And I know that you want to keep the party going. You want to have fun, fun, fun till daddy takes the black eyes away. The fact is you need to kill, now. Not want to, not choose to, need to. Face it, darling. You're an addict. Next to this little one over here, death is your drug," He says, pointing over his shoulder at me. "And you're gonna spend the rest of your life chasing that dragon."

"So?" Dean comments, taking his shot.

"So, I'm here to facilitate."

Dean eyes Crowley, raising a brow. "You want me to kill for you."

"Not happening, Crowley," I speak up, venom in my voice which grabs Crowley's attention for a moment. "Look..." He starts and looks back at Dean. "You're going to snap eventually. The anger, the bloodlust is gonna build up in you until you can't take it anymore, and then... Let's just say I hope little Myer's isn't here to witness that. So, the question is, do you want to spike your girlfriend or someone who has it coming?"

I notice Dean's eye move past Crowley to me for a minute, making me realize what he was thinking. So, I speak up, "Like who?"

"Like..." he pulls out his cell and shows a picture of a women. "Mindy Morris. Caring mother...Loving wife...Cheating trollop. After her husband, Lester, discovered Mindy's liaison amoureuse, heated words were exchanged. In the end, Mindy wanted a divorce, and 50% of everything. But Lester-"

"Lester would rather give up his soul than half his junk," Dean finished, putting two and two together.

"We live in a very materialistic world. Mindy's gonna die one way or the other. Why not take the job and feed the beast?" Crowley shrugged.

Dean sighed, "Fine. One-time deal."

"Perfect. And I'll keep an eye on our little hunter here while you're doing so. Don't want her getting in the way, do we?"

I spoke up behind Crowley, "I'm right here."

Crowley smirked at my words, as he turned and looked at me, "And beautiful as ever."

His words made me roll my eyes as I looked off ahead.

Dean stood from his stool and made his way over to me, putting his hand on my lower back. "Don't do anything stupid," He whispered.

"Just stupid enough," I commented back with a straight face, causing Dean to smile slightly before walking away.

"So-" Crowley started but before he could get another word out, I slid off my stool.

"I'm going to go play pool," I said and made my way over to the pool table.

Crowley sighed, "I'll join you," He said before leaving the bar and following me over to the pool table.

Anytime Crowley tried to speak up, I'd silence him with some smart ass comment or threaten him with the pool stick. After about a half an hour he finally got the message and shut up.

I was surprised that after an hour and a half, Dean returned from his "mission".

"Dean! How did it go?" Crowley asked with a smile as he stood up and met Dean halfway across the floor.

"Fine. Fine. Uh... He's dead, and you're right, I feel amazing," Dean said, almost unsure of his words.

Crowley's mouth dropped in shock and I watched from the pool table, his face go white. "He? The client? You killed the client?" I couldn't help but laugh softly at Crowley's reaction, causing his head to snap in my direction. "Not funny!" He yelled at me.

Dean shrugged, "Does it matter? He was a douche. Now he's a dead douche."

"Of course it matters! The deal was one dead wife for one soul. The wife's not dead, I don't get the soul. It's math."

"Well, there you go," Dean said, turning as if he was about to leave. Crowley quickly stopped him with his voice, "Hey! Don't turn your back on me!"

Dean turned around with cold eyes and with one shove, he sends Crowley sprawling on the floor. I can't help but look in shock as Dean chuckles at the demon on the floor.

Quickly, Crowley stands to his feet and glares at Dean. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Oh, whatever I want," Dean smiles.

"Really? Because I think you don't know what you want. Tell me, Dean, what are you? A demon? If so, why isn't Lester's wife dead? Did you feel sorry for her? Why is Ms. Myer's even here?"

I look at Dean who goes silent with an answer, making me wonder why I was here.

Crowley continued, "So maybe you're human. Except you have those pretty black peepers and you're working alongside me. Why don't you do us all a great big favor and PICK A BLOODY SIDE?!"

There was a silence in the room, one that was almost nerve racking.

Dean finally replied, "Or what? Hmm? Go ahead. Make a move." No one moved. "See how it ends. I ain't your friggin' bestie, and I ain't taking orders from you. When I need to kill, I'll call. Until then, stay out of my way."

Crowley was surprised by Dean's words but did his best not to show it. "Fine. It's over." His head turned to look at the two demons that were standing watch. "What can I say? Crazy ones, well, they're good for a fling, but they're not relationship material."

"Are you done?"

"We're done. You know what, Dean? It's not me. It's you." With that, Crowley headed for the exit, only stopping to look at me and say, "Good luck with that one. You're going to need it."

The bar grew quiet after Crowley left, leaving Dean and I alone in the bar. He seemed different, like the words Crowley said were effecting him and making him think. It worried me a little, but I knew, deep down, that it didn't matter what Dean picked, he still wouldn't hurt me.

I hoped anyways.

Dean let out a heavy sigh, causing me to set my pool stick down and move around the pool table. I watched him as he headed over to the piano that sat in the corner of the bar. He sat down at it, picking up one of the demon's drink and taking a swig of it.

"If you want to go, go ahead. I won't stop you."

I was taken back by his words, waiting for him to smirk and tell me it was a joke or something. But, his almost saddened eyes looked at the keys below him that he occasionally pushed in a random tune.

He was serious. He was giving me an out, my chance to leave, and I was whiling to take it.

Before I could over think it, my feet carried me to the door of the bar, pushing the door open. But before I could walk through the threshold, something stopped me. Not a spell or anything like that, but my heart stopped me from passing through, from leaving Dean.

I wanted to leave him, only to find Sam and have him help me. But, at the same time, I didn't want to leave Dean in fear that I'd never find him again or he would do something stupid and hurt someone once I left.

So, I turned back around and returned inside the bar. Dean raises his head and looks at me for a minute, watching me as I headed over to the bar and grabbed a beer from behind the counter.

The only sound in the bar after that was just the random keys Dean played. It wasn't until ten minutes later that the door to the bar opened again and a person walked in.

My head looked in the direction, my mouth parting in shock at the person. Sam. Sam was here, with a broken arm, but here none the less.

Dean didn't even seem to look up from the keys, as if knowing it was his brother. "Hiya, Sam." His head looked up, noticing his right arm in a sling. "Who winged you?"

"Does it matter?"

Shrugging, Dean took a sip of his drink, "Not really. I told you to let me go."

"You know I can't do that. By the way, your, uh, pal Crowley, sold you out."

With a sigh, Dean leaned on the piano, "Sounds like him."

Sam's eyes, finally noticing me, moved and looked at me, "You okay?"

I was still in shock to see Sam really here, so all I managed was a nod to answer his question. Which he seemed to take, but only when Dean spoke up.

"She's fine Sammy, you should know I wouldn't hurt her. You on the other hand..." Dean stood, pulling out the first blade and slowly making his way towards Sam.

My feet immediately hit the ground as I watched the scene before me, Dean's name slipping off my lips in a warning tone.

Sam, a little nervous, responds, "Hold on a second. You don't have to do this. Look, we know how to cure demons. You remember that?"

"Little Latin, lot of blood. It rings a bell. Did you ever stop to think that if I wanted to be cured, I wouldn't have bailed?"

"That was Crowley."

Smiling slightly, Dean scuffs, shaking his head, "It really wasn't."

Sam looked at me, in hopes that I would be able to counteract Dean's words, but I couldn't. It was true, Crowley wasn't pulling Dean along, in fact it was quite the opposite.

Looking to his brother, Sam shook his head, "It doesn't matter, all right? 'Cause whatever went down, whatever happened, we will fix it."

"Will we? 'Cause right now, I'm doing all I can not to come over there and rip your throat out... with my teeth. I'm giving you a chance, Sam. You should take it."

"I'm gonna have to pass."

"Well, I'm not walking out that door with you." Dean gestured past Sam to me, "Now, if Brooke wants to leave with you, so be it. I gave her an out, but I'm not. So, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna kill me?"

Sam pulled out a knife, counteracting his word, "No."

"Why? You don't know what I've done. I might have it coming." Dean looks past Sam again at me, "Right Brooke?"

I don't know what to say, so silence fills me and Dean returns to Sam who still is fighting to get his brother back.

"Well, I don't care. Because you are my brother. And I'm here to take you home. We're here to take you home."

Dean stopped his slow movements and scuffed, mockingly repeating his brother's words. ""You're my brother, and I'm here to take you home." Yeah, what is this, a Lifetime movie? Huh? With your puppy-dog eyes?" He started burst into a laughter, "Oh, thanks, Sammy. I needed that."

Sam slowly slips the blade into his sling hand and took out the sigil etched handcuffs. Dean glanced at the cuffs and sighed, "You really think those are gonna work?"

Shrugging Sam said, "There's one way to find out."

Just then, before anyone could make another move, tear gas comes flying in through the window. Sam and I fall into a fit of coughing, causing me to stumble towards the back door with Sam right behind me. My eyes began to burn and water and it felt like someone was holding their hand around my throat.

Through the tears and haze of the smoke, I notice someone knock Sam unconscious in the corner of the alleyway. The figure moved over to me, causing me to look at the man confused, "Sorry sweetie, I can't have you in my way."

With one hard punch, my head bounced on the cement before everything went black.

I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up, I saw Dean and the man fighting with Sam still struggling to wake up. I make my way over to Sam, shaking him a little to wake him up. He manages to sit up and hands me the cuffs.

My head turned and looked to see Dean punching the man for the hundredth time before taking a step back. As he turns towards Sam, and I, Sam throws holy water on his brother and Dena starts to burn. While Sam distracts Dean, I rush in and snap the sigil etched handcuffs on his wrists.

"Stop! It's over! It's over," Sam yells.

Dean looks at the cuffs before glaring daggers at Sam and me.

I look at Sam, both of us trying to catch our breaths as we decide what to do next.

Once again, I felt like I was back to when Dean was killed and I was just a statue, seeming to black out only to find myself in Dean's impala. Sam and Crowley stood outside the car, Crowley taking the First Blade and talking with Sam.

Dean spoke up from the backseat, unable to do much of anything. "I gave you an out, Brooke. You should have taken it."

There was a moment of silence before I looked over my shoulder in Dean's direction but not completely at him. "I love you, Dean. I want you back."

"Sorry to say it, but I'm not coming back," Dean said, his smirk heard in his voice.

I said nothing, watching as Sam climbed into the driver side and started to drive. Dean was quiet in the backseat, while my eyes scanned the woods and houses that we passed on our way to the Bunker.

Sam pushed some wrappers and old food off the counter of the Impala. "This thing is filthy."

"It's just a car, Sam."

""It's just a car"? Wow. You really have gone dark."

"You have no idea," Dean mumbled.

Sam sighed and glanced in the rearview mirror, "You know what, Dean? I saw what happened back there. You could have killed that guy, and you didn't. You took mercy on him."

Dean scuffed and looked at Sam, "You call that mercy? Imagine you spend your whole life hunting down the guy that knifed your father. When you finally find him... He whips you like a dog. How do you think that feels? That kid's gonna spend his whole life knowing that he had his shot and that he couldn't beat me. That ain't mercy. That's the worst thing I could have done to him. And what I'm gonna do to you, Sammy... Well, that ain't gonna be mercy, either."

My head turned and looked at Sam, both of us exchanging worried looks.

What's next?

Hey, hope your enjoying the book so far. I need some cute ideas for Dean and Brooke that don't involve hunting for a future chapter. Comment below some ideas or what you want to see!