Chapter 16

Brooklyn

My hands covered the small box with the dirt, my heart racing as I stood up. I rubbed my hands on my jeans as my eyes glanced over to the bushes where Dean and Sam knelt. Though I couldn't see them, I knew they were there.

I hated how dark it was. I swear the nights had never been so dark like it was tonight. Luckily, a small street light sat a bit away from me, giving light to the ground.

This was a stupid idea. Sam and Dean wouldn't be able to see the Hellhound, so how they would be able to help is beyond me.

Either way, I had already stood at a crossroads and buried the box of objects. Meaning, there was no turning back.

"Brooklyn Myers, the girl who got out of Hell," A voice said behind me, making me turn around to find a grown man, bald, standing a couple of arm lengths away.

"I like to think I got a second chance, but whatever floats your boat," I said, hoping to hide any fear I had. My mind recalled the knife that sat in my back pocket, comforting me slightly.

Ignoring my comment, the baled man said, "So, have you finally come to give up your soul?"

"I've called you hear for one reason. To let Crowley know that if he wants me, he'll have to send one of his Hellhounds after me. Because, I'm not going anywhere without a good, hard fight."

The baled man studied me, trying to read my stance. But I hopped that my fighting stance only looked like I was ready to take on a Hellhound.

"And what's stopping me from gripping you right now and dragging you down with me? I think it would look quit highly for me."

"True, but wouldn't you rather see me struggle with my last breath? Watch me suffer a bit before I go? Besides, if you just drag me down right now, alive, what's stopping me from coming back?"

It was a point, one that I had thought over and over in my head.

I had practiced this conversation in the mirror many times, hoping to hit it just right. So far, so good.

The bald man shrugged, lifting up his hand to his mouth before whistling. The whistle echoed through the air, sounding unhuman like. There was a short pause after the whistle had faded before it was replaced with a growing noise. My eyes quickly looked towards the right of me, a large black dog standing in the dirt road.

Oh Jeeze, that's big.

His paws gripped the dirt ground while his teeth barred themselves to me. Then, another growl was heard, making me look to the left of me to find another one, blacker then the night like the other.

They didn't move, as if waiting for the command from an unknown source.

"Two Hellhounds against one? Seems a little unlucky for me don't you think?" I said, my eyes looking between both Hellhounds. I spoke the words only for Dean and Sam, knowing that they couldn't see them like I could.

"Well, couldn't give you an advantage, could I?" The bald man smirked.

Suddenly, the bald man's smirk disappeared, his body quickly turning to look behind him before his throat was cut. Dean stood in front of him, the demon killing blade secured in his hands.

At the exact second, the two Hellhounds charged, one taking a detour towards Dean.

My hand grabbed my knife, watching as the one to my left charged for me, the other getting closer and closer to Dean.

"Dean, in front of you!" I yelled, my eyes keeping on the Hellhound that lifted itself into the air and onto me. My body was thrusted backwards, feeling as if a bull had it. I rolled and stumbled over the dirt ground before landing on my stomach.

The sound of Dean's loud groans brought my head up. I watched as Dean laid on the ground, his hand on his side as the Hellhound stalked closer.

My eyes quickly looked in front of me, my heart stopping when my node almost brushed against the Hellhound in front of me. I had a choice, either yell to Sam where the Hellhound was in front of Dean and risk this one killing me. Or kill this one and leave Dean defenseless.

Double crap.

My eyes caught sight of my knife, only an arm length away from me. Ne right move, I had this in the bag.

"Sam! Hellhound, arm length away from Dean!" I yelled, watching as the Hellhound in front of me growled before lunging at me. My body quickly ducked, rolling away and over my knife. My hand gripped the knife just as my body settled to a stop.

I brought myself up to one knee, throwing the knife towards the Hellhound. It whisked through the air before collecting itself in its forehead. It whimpered slightly before falling to the side, my knife fall from its forehead and onto the ground.

My feet stood me up right, my eyes looking to Dean who still sat up on the ground, his hand on his side. In front of him laid Sam, his face looking in discuss as his shirt and half his face were stained in blood. The Hellhound that attacked Dean now laid gutless next to Sam.

Sam did it, he completed the first task. And I didn't die.

Dean's eyes stared at his brother before meeting mine, the look of sadness and relief all at once.

I made my way over to the two brothers, no one saying a word as I helped Dean up, noticing the scratch on his side. Sam stood up, his arms out as he tried not to look at his blood stained clothes.

Somehow, we managed to all get to the car. I leaned Dean up against the passenger door while I quick opened the backseat door. I grabbed a blanket I had stuffed under the seat and sprawled it over the back seat. When I turned around, Sam stood, waiting for the okay.

I nodded, watching as Sam cautiously moved into the backseat, careful not to get anything on the car. One blood stain would infuriate Dean, and right now that was the last thing we needed.

Dean tried to move towards the driver side, but my hands quickly grabbed him, "Oh, no you don't." He looked at me confused before realizing that he was being lead towards the passenger door. He lightly sighed, clearly wanting to object but said nothing.

Once I knew both boys were secured in the car, I climbed into the drive side and started up the car. I drove us back to the Motel, catching the few glimpses I'd get from both boys.

The three of us pilled ourselves into the Motel room, Sam quick to grab a shirt and made his way into the bathroom. He knew that if he stayed out to long, he'd get an ear full from Dean.

I helped Dean onto the bed, my feet moving quickly to one of the bags and grabbing the first aid kit. Once in my hands, I moved next to Dean, moving his shirt to find blood lightly staining the area around the claw marks.

"You were right, this was a stupid decision," I said, grabbing some bandages and a small bottle of alcohol.

"If I remember correctly, I said it was a brilliant one," Dean said, hissing slightly when I poured some of the alcohol on his wound. I mumbled an apology as I patted the dried blood.

As I worked, Dean's eyes staid on me, "Are you okay?"

A small smile crept onto my lips as I stayed focused on the wound, "Yeah. Only because I killed a Hellhound with a knife, though." Dean smiled slightly, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

The smiling moment quickly took a turn as I applied the white bandage to his side. "Crowley will realize what we're doing, and when he does I don't think he'll be staying low key."

I finished, moving my hands away as I met Dean's eyes, "And back to Hell I go."

Dean was silent for a good ten seconds, his gaze glued to mine as he said, "Not on my watch." The awkward, uncomfortable feeling that had been clouding Dean and I was lifting, bringing back our friendship.

The bathroom door opened, the once blood covered Sam now clean as a whistle. His bloody shirt sat in his hands, pulling Dean and I away from each other. Dean lowered his shirt as he stood, my feet joining him.

With one snap of his fingers and a gesture towards the shirt from his brother, Sam sighed. His hand held out the shirt, watching as Dean snatched it out of his hand.

"The spell's not gonna work for you, Dean."

Dean only glares at Sam as he sighed and pulls out a piece of paper. I catch a glimpse of it, seeing strange writing on it. This must be the spell.

The words come out strangely as Dean reads it, stopping and looking around. Nothing, no smoke, noise, or even light. He lightly folds up the paper as he says, "Doesn't matter. We'll track down another Hellhound, and I'LL kill it." He makes it known that he'll be the one killing it, hinting it towards Sam and me.

"No," Sam quickly says, grabbing Dean's attention. "I passed the test and I'm doing the rest of them."

Now Sam was starting to sound like me, wanting to take the lead.

"My ass you are!" Dean half yelled, ready to argue this out until he'd eventually win or I broke them apart. Whichever came first.

Sam argued his point, "I want to slam hell shut, too, okay? But I want to survive it. I want to live, and so should you. You have friends up here, family. I mean, hell, you even got a destiny and your own room now. You have a future, Dean. And I'm not just saying with hunting things and saving people, I'm saying with Brooke."

Once again, pulled in.

"I don't know what is going on with you two but I know this. You two love each other. Maybe it's the Meant To Be thing or maybe it's just the history but either way you two belong together. I don't know why you don't see it?"

My mouth drops slightly in shock, my eyes not wanting to look at Dean. I was surprised when Dean didn't shoot something back at him.

"Dean, I've believed in you for years. Now it's your turn to believe in me."

Well, at some point today, Sam and I switched spots. Not he was the one begging for Dean's belief and trust. Now he was the one to get the side glares and silent anger.

Dean sighed, taking a couple of steps forward and slapping the paper into Sam's hand. Sam turned around, sucking in a deep breath while Dean and I watched Sam closely.

The words came out like Dean's, only this time a whooshing sound is heard and Sam falls to his knees, grunting in pain.

"Sammy?" Dean says worriedly, running towards his side while I do the same to his other. "Sam," I said, looking at him worriedly before my attention turns to Sam's right hand. It's bawled up into a fist and his veins start to glow with a white light, following up his arm.

"Sammy, you okay?' Dean asks worried again, pushing for his little brother to answer him.

Sam suddenly gasps, the bright white light disappearing as his body relaxes. His fisted hand releases, his breath returning to normal as he stands up. Dean and I watch him closely, Dean placing a hand on his brother's shoulder.

Nodding, Sam exhales sharply before looking at his brother, "I'm good. I'm okay. I can do this."

Though I've always been one to trust the underdog of a situation, I found myself doubting Sam's words. I could see it in his eyes that he didn't know what would come and if he could handle it. But, he put on a strong look for his brother, hoping it didn't waver in front of him.

Dean, though he didn't say it, was seeing right passed it.

The three of us wanted nothing more than to go back to the Bunker, the place that now took owner ship of our home. We grabbed our bags and took the drive back, the car ride silent minus Dean's music. I watched from the backseat as Dean's hands gripped and released the steering wheel.

Once we arrived to the Bunker, Dean was the first to grab his bag and disappear into his room. Sam stood next to me with a sigh as he sat his bag on the table.

"Don't worry about Dean, he'll warm up eventually."

Sam smiled slightly, looking over at me and nodding. Though even I doubted my own words, I knew that they were ones that needed to be said. Even at his angriest, Dean would never let something bad happen to his brother.

I threw my bag over my shoulder and made my way down the large hallway. My feet stopped in front of Dean's door, my head turning to look it over before making my way back into my room.

My bag collided with the floor, my body doing the same with the bed. The ceiling was always one to catch my attention, letting my mind wander. Only this time, it seemed to close and wandering doors, leaving one open.

A small groan left my lips as I stood up from my bed, making my way out of my room and into the hallway. My feet never stopped until they were right in front of Dean's bedroom door. His pleading voice came through the door lightly, "You keep a lookout for my little brother, okay?"

Was someone in the room with him? Maybe Cas had finally returned?

"Where the hell are you, man?" Dean asked, a sigh leaving his lips at the end of the sentence.

No, no one was there.

My hand gripped his door handle, pushing the door open quietly. Dean's head snapped up, seeming to be facing down in a praying like motion. His butt was planted on his bed, his arms resting on his knees. At the sight of me though, he stood up, erasing the moment he just had.

I stared at him for a second before taking a couple of steps in, closing the door behind me. "I used to pray, before Hell that is. After that, praying just seem, hopeless."

Dean nodded, rubbing the back of his neck, "Yeah, it still feels that way."

My eyes looked him over, watching as his weight shifted from one foot to another. He seemed nervous.

Sam's words crawled back to my mind, my mouth speaking like someone else had control over it. "What Sam said before, about how you feel about me, is that true?"

Dean's body froze as he looked at me, looking like a deer who was caught in headlights. His mouth opened to speak but no words came out, leaving me to speak. "I was scared," I said, knowing that I was confusing Dean.

"I was terrified that if I kissed you it would start a snowball that I wasn't ready to make. Then, I was told that I shouldn't be afraid. That I was the anchor for you, and you were the knife for me. At first, I thought that meant that you'd be the death of me. But then I released that you're the life of me. The person that cuts the rope that holds me here, on the ground. You make me feel smart, and fearless, and badass, and beautiful. You make me happy. And though I didn't say it, though I didn't show it. I love you."

My nerves held me in my place, my hands wanting to move to my necklace to twirl it. But I couldn't move. My words were a spell that held me in my place, leaving only my eyes to watch Dean's.

There was a solid eight seconds that went by before Dean moved, his body free. His feet carried him towards me, making my heart race a thousand beats per step. It wasn't until his hands cupped my cheeks and his lips leaned in to kiss me that I freed myself. The spell that held me in my spot was now gone and I was free to do what I want.

I kissed him back, my hands finding their way around his neck as I pulled him closer. His own hands found their way to my side, my body tingling with his touch.

This moment, with Dean, it seemed to bring light back to my nightmares and fears. The words "Meant To Be" never seeming more true than it did that night.

I'm sorry it took so long for this kiss scene but I wanted to wait for the right moment and wanted to build the chemistry with Dean and Brooke. I'm not one to write any sexual scenes so you'll just have to use your imagination lol

I, personally, love these two characters and hope you do too. Let me know if you agree and if you happy they finally kissed!