Brooklyn

As I had figured, Martin and Sam weren't for the plain of letting a vampire go. More so Martin then Sam.

Dean and I headed back to Beaudelaire Rooms, back to Martin's apartment to tell them the plain. Martin was leaning against the refrigerator with a glass in his hand while Sam sat on the end of his bed. Dean and I were standing in front of them.

"Let me get this straight," Martin started, making my arms cross as a sigh left my lips. "I follow your boy down a freaking path and trip over fresh vamp kill, and then you practically catch him in the act..." He starts and takes an ice cube tray out, "...of burying a second body, and you're still taking his side?"

"Vampires pick people off from the outskirts of town, okay?" I snapped at Martin making him scuff at me before stabbing the ice cube tray with a fork to loosen the ice cubes, only to break the fork.

Dean spoke up, eyeing Martin, "Not in the cafés that they work in with their great-grandkids. In fact, killing any human - it's not his style."

Martin stopped and looked at Dean like he was the crazy one, "Not his style? Not his style?" Before he could come up with something more to say, Sam spoke up. "Listen, Dean, Brooke, we came here on a dead body. You asked for some time, and now there's another dead body. Are we just going on trust here?"

There's a pause as Dean and I look at each other before facing the two, "Yes."

Agreeing with his brother, Sam nodded and said, "Okay. Because we've killed for a lot less, and you know how these things turn out for us."

"Yes, I do – too well. In fact, every relationship I have ever had has gone to crap at some point. But the one thing I can say about Benny, he has never let me down," Dean said. Hearing him say those words broke my heart, thinking that any type of friendship or relationship he's had has just gone sour.

No wonder he just enjoys those one night stand girls.

Sam took his words to a different turn, "Huh. Well, good on you, Dean. Must feel great finally finding someone you can trust after all these years."

Dean looks at the ground with annoyance but also embracement before looking back up to his brother. "All I'm saying is that Benny is innocent."

Sam stood up, looking at Dean and me as he shook his head, "No. You two are too close to this."

"What?" I quickly ask as Dean says, "You're not gonna find him. And if you do, I'm gonna tell you this. You'll be lucky to get out alive. And you..." He points to Martin, "...you go with him, you're a dead man. Period."

Martin downed his drink before picking up a knife.

Sam's voice pulled me away from Martin's actions, "These are innocent lives we're talking about, Dean. And you're willing to risk that on Benny's word alone?"

"Damn right I am," Dean said before turning around to walk out. Suddenly, Martin cocks him in the head with the hilt of the knife, knocking Dean to the ground unconscious.

"Dean!" I yell as Sam looks at his brother then Martin in shock. My knees collapse next to Dean, finding a cut with some blood coming out of it on his forehead. I turn to give Martin a piece of my mind, but am instead met with the same fate.

Darkness overtakes me, and I'm sure that I'll continue on with a nightmare that will probable haunt me the rest of the day. Instead, I don't dream of anything. It's like I was knocked out, but a minute later I was coming too. The situation I was in proved that I was out longer than a minute though.

One of my hands was cuffed to a pipe sticking out of the wall, my body slumped against it. Dean was on the other side of the pipe, his eyes fully awake while his free hand worked on breaking free of the cuffs. If it wasn't for a groan leaving my lips, I was sure Dean wouldn't have a clue I was awake.

Dean's head looked up, his actions stopping as I looked around to find Sam and Martin both gone.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked, dropping whatever was in his free hand and touching my face slightly. I hiss slightly in pain when he grazes his fingers over the cut on my head. This gives me the chance to see that his own cut was bleed, causing blood to drip down and dry on the side of his face.

Dean returned to breaking his handcuffs out while I was still examining my own. My head felt like it had a hangover or something, but since drinking wasn't my main topic, I knew that wasn't the case.

Finally, Dean unclipped his handcuffs, slipping his hand out before working on mine.

"They're going after Benny," I said, though I figured Dean had already put that together.

"Yeah, I know," He said, breaking my own cuffs and letting me slip my hand out. What I wouldn't give for a beer right now.

Standing up, Dean pulled out his cell and walked over to a small mirror, picking up a towel. I stood up, watching him as my hand reached up and pulled back to find blood on my fingers.

Great.

Dean quickly whips away the blood on his forehead and side of his face. He pulls his phone away from his ear and presses a button, putting his phone on speaker. Benny's voice is heard as Dean turns and walked over to me. With one hand, he holds the cellphone. With the other, he's lightly whipping away the blood from my forehead.

"What'd they say?" Benny asked?

"They didn't go for it. They're on their way to you. I'd get scarce," Dean said into the phone. I take the towel from him, motioning for him to grab his jacket while I finish whipping the blood away.

Benny let out a sigh through the phone, "No offense, Dean, but your little brother doesn't exactly put chills up my spine."

Dean slips his jacket on as he talks, "Benny, listen to me. Do not underestimate my little brother, okay? He can and will kill you given the chance."

Although Benny clearly doesn't agree, he says, "All right. So, what now?"

I lay the towel down, grabbing my own jacket and slipping it on, giving myself one last check in the mirror. Blood free.

"Brooke and I go find Desmond," Dean says, snatching up his keys. He looks at me and motions for me to follow him out the door. We head out of Martin's apartment as Benny talks, "You take me with."

I took the phone from Dean, "Benny, the best thing you can do right now is lay low. I promise we'll come get you when we're finished."

"That ain't gonna work this time, Brooke. You take me with, or I don't tell you where he is," Benny said. My eyes looked at Dean shocked, his face sharing my expression as he takes the phone from me.

"You know where he is?"

"He said he's not gonna stop the killing till I join his little nest. Two bodies is enough. I told him I'm in."

I let out a loud sigh as we leave the building, "Benny."

"Brooke, this is my fight. Are you in or are you out?" Benny asked, making Dean look over at me. He lets out a sigh before saying, "Fine, we're in."

"Meet me at the shipyard," Benny says before hanging up. Dean and I share one last uneasy look before getting in the Impala and driving off. Luckily, for us, Sam had ridden in Martin's car, leaving Dean's car here.

Dean drove us to the shipyard, night creeping up on us as we pulled up. Of course, this couldn't happen during the day.

Benny waited outside of his car when we pulled up, a machete in his hands. He watched as Dean parked the car, climbed out and opened the trunk. I followed in suite, looking over my shoulder the shipyard building. "This the place, huh?" I asked, a little surprised but shrugged it off.

I reach down, grabbing my own machete as Dean talks, "So, what's the plan? Brooke and I hang back while you guys do some trust falls and binge-drinking?" In the corner of my eye I noticed Dean grab two syringes of dead man's blood, shoving one in his jacket while the other he held out to me.

"Man, if I didn't know you two better, I'd say you have an extremely low opinion of us vamps," Benny said, cracking a small smile.

I shoved the syringe in my jacket pocket, shrugging slightly as I said, "Call it healthy skepticism."

Dean closed the trunk before leading the way inside. Machete's sat in our hands at the ready as we walked into the dark building. If it wasn't for the faint light outside, we wouldn't be able to see a thing.

Benny wanders off to the right while Dean and I stay forward. The feeling of someone watching us gnaws at my nerves, causing a small shiver to run up my spine.

Sure enough, as if my shiver was the cue, a man drops down from the ceiling. He lands perfectly in front of us, my mind only able to confirm that this must be Desmond before I'm tossed like a rag doll towards some wooded boxes. My body breaks two of the boxes; my arm cut and my head throbbing.

I look over, expecting to find Desmond headed towards me only to find him straddling a on the ground Dean. His fangs are descended and a large smile crosses his face, "Benny never told me he was bringing friends."

"You're not gonna talk a lot, are you?" Dean asked as he pulls the syringe out. "I've been dealing with crazy, all day."

Dean tries to jab Desmond with the syringe but Desmond catches his hand, squeezing it and breaking the glass. Dean groans, which seems to be the thing that pulls me back into reality and I look around for my machete. Nowhere.

When I look up, I quickly notice the cut on Dean's neck and Desmond's fangs headed right towards it. Hoping to by some time, I stand up and rush over, pulling the syringe out of my pocket and stabbing it into the back of Desmond's neck. He pauses for a moment, his body straightening up as he slowly turns to look at me.

Suddenly, his head goes flying off, rolling onto the ground like a bowling ball and crashing into some boxes. Benny stands beside Dean and me, his machete in his hand as he watches Desmond's body fall. Quickly, Dean rolls out of the way, looking over to see the decapitated man next to him.

My own hands rush to Dean, helping him up as he glares lightly a Benny, "Took you long enough."

Benny lightly shrugs, "You've lost a step, friend. You need to lay off the junk food." Dean makes a "haha" motion with his mouth as his hand reaches up and touches his cut neck. He winces slightly, causing me to grab his hand and take a look at his neck.

"Are you okay?" I asked, looking at his neck worriedly. Any further and things would be a lot worst.

"Peachy," Dean said, giving me a fake smile before trying to touch his neck again, but my hand stops him. I pull out a hanky from my back pocket, laying it over the cut and sitting Dean's hand there.

I notice Dean's eyes are set on Benny, causing my head to turn and notice him looking at my arm.

"Benny, you okay?" Dean asks as I examine my arm to find a large gash going from my elbow down half my arm. It missed all the veins but is still bleeding worst then I'd like it to.

My eyes move up to see Benny licking his lips lightly. This action causes Dean to use his other hand to push me back slightly. I take the step back, only to snap my fingers in front of Benny a few times. "Benny, Benny!" I yell, causing his eyes to look away from my arm and at my face.

"Snap out of it. You did not come this far to lose it now," I spoke a bit harshly. To my surprise, Benny nodded, seeming to hold his breath before turning and walking outside.

Dean and I exchange worried looks before his eyes focus on my arm. He looks it over, his hand still on my arm. "There's a small emergency kit in the car," He comments.

I watch Dean's face, my eyes tracing over every detail of it. "I'm sorry," I said, causing Dean to look up at me, his eyes scrunching into confusion. "About what?"

"About what Cas said. I hate that since he told us this whole "meant to be" thing we can barely look or say anything to each other. Despite weather Cas is right or wrong, I don't want to lose you as my friend."

A small sigh left Dean's lips, his head turning as he looked over. "Come on, let's get that arm wrapped up," was all he said before walking away.

I felt like every heartfelt word I just said to Dean went in one ear and out the other. Part of me felt broken, unsure if this was really the end of us. If so, what did that mean for me? Would I soon be kicked out and sent to hell?

Pushing the thoughts aside, I followed Dean outside. Sure enough, a medical box sat in the back of Dean's car, under the seats. I pulled it out, getting started on wrapping my arm while Dean walked over to Benny who stood silent, starring at the building before him.

"My life here is over, isn't it?" Benny asked, his eyes not leaving the building.

"Afraid so. Once word gets out... The machete swingers that'll come for you... You can't take them all. It's impossible. And even if you could..." Dean's words venture out, his attention leaving Benny only for a second to look at his cloth again before lowering it.

Benny finished Dean's words, "We'd have a problem."

"Guys like us, we don't get a home. We don't get family," Dean comment, causing my heart to break all over again. Sure, I understood since I was a kid that Hunters don't usually get the whole "husband, two kids, and a white picket fence" deal. But I still didn't understand why love had to fall in the category.

In the corner of my eyes, I notice Benny look at Dean, his head nodding over to me as he glanced my way. "That's not how I'm seeing it."

Dean looked over his shoulder at me, letting out a small sigh before turning back to Benny. "Benny, you got to go deep underground, where nobody knows who you are."

"Yeah. I got one last thing I got to do though," Benny said, looking out into the world before looking at Dean. "Thanks for not giving up on me, brother," benny says, holding out his hand to Dean.

"Don't give me a reason to," Dean shrugs before shaking his hand. They pat each other's backs before Benny walks over.

I stand up, smiling at Benny as I act like I didn't just hear half his words, "Heading out?"

"Yeah, best keep everything as far away from Elizabeth as possible, ya know?" Benny said, smiling at me. He holds out his arms and I can't help but hug him. "Take care of yourself Benny," I mumble into his chest.

"You two, Brooke," Benny said before pulling away. "And keep an eye on that one over there. Hate to see him loose it because of all the pies he eats," Benny nodded over to Dean with a smirk.

Dean spoke up behind Benny, making a small chuckle leave our lips, "Hey! Leave the pies out of this!"

"See ya around Benny," I said, patting his arm. He lights nods to me before climbing in his truck, driving away. Dean walks over, both of us watching as he leaves.

I jump slightly when I feel a hand on my arm, only to look to see Dean looking over my wrapping work. "You're horrible at wrapping wounds," He said, making me lightly hit his arm, "You try wrapping up a wound with one arm."

Dean nods before nodding for me to sit back on the car. I do so, watching Dean as he unwraps my arm, re-wrapping it properly.

Dean's words start pushing their way back into my head, making the light comment he made seem more negative than positive. I suck in a deep breath, closing my eyes as I debate something in my head.

The last thing I want is for Dean to feel uncomfortable on a job because of me. And I'm fearful that's what today might have been. If I stick around and irritate Dean, then something worst is going to happen next time. And one of the Winchester boys, or someone else, may not walk away from the situation.

I dread the words that leave my lips, but know that I have to give Dean the option.

"If you want me gone..." I start, causing Dean to stop and look up at me, my eyes fixed on the wrapped arm. "All you have to do is say so," I said, but Dean says nothing. I find myself continuing, "I don't want to be the reason you get hurt, or worst. And if this situation is doing that, then just tell me go."

Although I don't look at Dean, I hear him suck in a sharp breathe. My words affected him, but I'm too scared to look up and see which way.

"Like I said," Dean started, making me look up at him. He is putting everything away, pausing, before looking at me. "I got to charm someone."

I smile, recalling his words as the smile grows bigger. A breath of relief leaves my lips as the realization that I'm not going back to Hell anytime soon sets in.

I'm safe. For now.

Dean pats my leg before pulling out his cell, "I got to make a couple of calls." I nod and grab the medical supplies, sliding off the car before climbing into the back and slipping it under the seat.

I sit up, my eyes catching my reflection in the rearview mirror. My eyes go down to my necklace, my hand reaching up and playing with it. A small smile crosses my lips for an unknown reason before I lower my hand and climb out the back.

"Ready?" Dean asked, walking towards the driver seat.

"Always," I said, shutting the back and climbing into the passenger seat. Dean starts the car, switching on the radio, before driving towards the road. "Who'd you call?" I asked as we got onto the road.

"Martin, told him that everything was clear here and Sam."

My head turned to Dean, "Wasn't he with Martin?"

Dean let out a small sigh, "No. I, may have pretended to be a girl he was close with and told him that we needed to talk."

I quickly hit his arm, causing him to scornfully look over at me, "Awe."

"Why would you do that? Sam's probable pissed!" I said, watching as Dean payed attention to the road. "I didn't want him in the middle of this and that was the only thing I could think of in the moment."

"Well next time you want to do something like that to Sammy, double check with me first. I could have given you other ways to deal with it," I said, turning so I was watching the road as well.

Dean scuffed next to me, "Yeah? And which way is that? Tie him up in the backseat and hope he doesn't get out? Or knock him out and handcuff him to a pipe?"

I glare over at Dean while he just glances at me, his eyes telling me that he knows me better than I think. At his small smirk, I can't help but lose my glare and smile slightly. If it wasn't for me biting my cheek, I would have started to laugh.

Suddenly, Dean's phone starts to ring and he quickly answers it, "Yeah?" There is a small silence before Dean rushes to turn the music off, "Hang on, hang on. Elizabeth?" I quickly look over at him, a mixture of worried and confuse on my face.

Another pause.

"What do you mean? Roy? Is... Is he there right now? Elizabeth, what's going on?"

Another pause before Dean hangs up and makes a sharp turn, headed back in the direction we were just coming from.

"What happened?" I asked, my hand gripping the door as Dean races the car down the road.

"I don't know," Dean said, but his voice gave away that he was worried. We both knew that something bad happened and it had something to do with Benny. My hand reached up, playing with my necklace again as I anxiously waited for us to arrive at the café.

My heart sank when we pulled up, finding Elizabeth sitting on the steps outside of the café. Her body and clothes are covered in blood and her hands are shaking so bad, we could see it from here.

Dean and I get out, walking over to her as she looks up at us. Tears fall from her eyes as she points inside the café. As she turns slightly, I quickly notice the cut on her neck.

Oh no.

Dean, who must have seen it too, pulled out his hanky and held it on her neck before lightly squeezing her shoulder.

We both walk in, finding the café completely trashed. Tables and chairs are broken and blood stains the floor. Slowly and cautiously Dean and I follow the blood all the way to a pool of blood.

A body lays still and lifeless, it's neck mauled while a knife lays next to it. A gasp leaves my lips at the sight.

It's Martin.

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