The Family Business

Chapter Six

Dean woke up to find Brooklyn eating an apple while looking at a map on her computer.

He sat up. "How did you sleep?" he asked.

"Fine." she lied. She didn't get any sleep after Gabriel kissed her. She was both mad and upset about not knowing about the angel/demon thing. She had to decide what was going to happen. She thought about telling her brothers, but decided she wouldn't. They would just be more protective over her. She needed her freedom.

Sam was sitting by the window with his feet up on the table and his laptop in his lap. He spoke, "I think I have a lead for Gabriel."

Brooklyn flinched at his name. She looked down in embarrassment.

"What's up Brook'?" Dean asked. "Gabriel give you the spooks?"

"What? No. I'm just tired."

"Ok whatever you say."

She stood strong and raised her dark eyebrows. "So what did you find?"

"There's been a few missing person reports in this area around Mobile." He pointed to the screen of his laptop. "And they still haven't been found."

"So?" said Dean, "It could be an annoying kidnapper or something."

"I don't think so. The friends they had last saw all said that that person had run out of work in a rush. They said that they had seemed nervous. They said that they were seriously concerned for them. When they asked the person where they were going, the person had answered..." squinching his eyes at the screen, seeming to be reading off of an article. "'The Apocalypse.'"

Both siblings were taken aback. "That definitely doesn't sound like a kidnapper."

"Yeah." Dean stood up. "Let's go."

"They say that some witnesses spotted them all go into an old abandoned warehouse on the thirty's avenue. When they went to look, no one was in the warehouse."

"Well, let's go there."

"Well, hold up. It isn't that easy. We're dealing with the Trickster here." Sam reminded.

"I'll bring whiskey, then." Brooklyn paused. "What do you think? We have a trunk full of guns, knives, and all sorts of weapons. We'll be fine."

They both looked at her in surprise. "You think we can just walk in there all lolly dandy and think he won't touch us."

She had to think for a minute. She couldn't tell them that he wouldn't hurt her, specifically. She was too 'special.' But he could hurt her brothers. And that was something she couldn't live to see. She already had to watch her brother go to hell. She couldn't bear to see it again. She sat down on the table.

"So what's your plan?" Dean inquired.

"I don't know yet."

"Well, it looks like we are going to have to make it up as we go." Brooklyn remarked.

They both looked at her incredulously.

"Did you even hear a word I just said?"

"Yeah... but I have something that can turn the tables." she smirked.

"What's that?"

"Let's go, and you'll see."

She got up and walked out the door.

"Somehow I have a bad idea about this. I hope she knows what she's doing." Sam said.

"Yeah, same."

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They pulled into the dirt-packed parking lot. They all got out and walked back behind the car. Dean popped the trunk open. "Well what should we get?"