I have had this first chapter written since like before the eight chapter of Midnight Death. So please enjoy and Review.

Brooke's POV

Pain was everywhere. Screams. Some mine, others not. It's so dark here. I can't sleep. It's an eternal agony. No dean. No Sam. No Family. I'm completely alone. I died January 1st 2007. It had to have been centuries since then. Dean is probably dead. I was suspended in the air by hooks. They broke off and I began falling. Screaming as I hit the solid ground there was blackness. But of course that went away. I coughed up blood and tried to pick myself up. I saw Alastair walking towards me. He bent down and cradled my face in his hand roughly

"Hey pretty girl. I have a surprise for you." He said. I thrashed my head away from his grip and fell backwards on my butt. He glared but then smiled.

"I will enjoy your pain." He said. "Dean." He called.

I saw another pair of legs walking towards me. The way they moved was so familiar. As I looked up I sobbed. The most beautiful face I have seen in forever. It was Dean. I stared into his beautiful forest green eyes. But there was something different about them. Instead of the fiery passion the use to light them up it was replaced with blankness. I stood up slowly. I tried walking towards him but I was scared. Why was he down here? What had he done?

"Dean?" I asked. His eyes shot up still with blankness. I looked at Alastair who was grinning.

"Okay. It's play time." I backed away. Alastair jerked me towards him. I tried fighting him off screaming for Dean to help but he just stood there. Alastair tied my arms to the something I couldn't tell at this point… Then my legs. He put the gag in my mouth. He clapped his hands together and walked towards Dean. He bent towards Dean and whispered something in his ear. He raised his head towards me and a tear fell down his cheek. Alastair past him a knife. I was use to this knife cutting into my skin every waking moment... But it always hurt worse and worse every time. But I wasn't ready for this. Dean walked towards me.

"I'm sorry." He said and slide the knife over my stomach cutting deep into my skin. I screamed in agony. Both from pain of how it felt and who was doing it to me He cut and carved over and over again. When I finally passed out the only thing remaining in my mind was, "It was Dean."


I woke up in a gasp slamming my head against something wooden. As I fell back down I hit my head on something wooden again. I felt around groping for something to hold. I was in a box. A wooden box. A coffin. I was gasping for breath the smell of pine filling my lungs. How did I get here? I thought I was dead? Well, I had to have been. I mean. I am in a coffin. I had to get out to here before I suffocated. I slammed my fist against the top of the coffin. Breaking nails in the process. I did this over and over again my knuckles bleeding until the top broke. Dirt began falling in. I dug at the wood revealing drawings of demons traps and pentagrams. I dug at the dirt crawling out of my own grave holding the little breath I had. I felt warmth on my hands. I griped on to the earth and pulled myself out of the ground. I groaned as I slide my body out of the ground. Once out I toppled over and gasped for breath. The hot sun beating against my skin felt good. I stood up slowly feeling worn out. I looked down at myself. I wasn't wearing what I died in. I was wearing my favorite pair of boots and a brown tank top with a denim skirt. I looked around and gasped. All the trees around me were on the ground in a circle. I squinted my eyes. I saw my house when I looked down I saw my father's grave. I was only a few yards away from my house. I took off in a sprint towards it.


I stood in front of my house, breathing slowly. My Mustang was parked out in front. Meaning Sophie was here. I wonder how old she is now. I had to have been in hell for years. I walked up the steps of the porch and knocked. I heard footsteps. I took a step back. When she opened the door. I gasped. She looked exactly the same.

"Who is-" She asked and stopped off short. She looked at me her mouth opening and closing. Someone walked up behind her. It was Rachel. She saw me.

"Sophie go to your room." She said. Sophie didn't move. She pushed her inside and walked out. She tried to hit me but I ducked.

"What the hell!" I yelled ducking as she swung again. She caught me off guard and pushed me and I hit the banister.

"Rachel! It's me Brooke!" I yelled as she tried to kick I rolled away.

"I don't know who the hell you are but you are not Brooke! You're a shape shifter" She screamed. Another person came out. A blonde, Laney. I jumped up quickly and backed away.

"It's me. Really! I can prove it!" I yelled. Laney stood there but then pulled out a silver knife and threw it. I caught it before it hit me.

"If I was a shape shifter would I be able to do this?" I took in a breath and slide it across my upper arm. Laney and Rachel stood there.

"And If I was a demon I wouldn't be able to cross the yard. Rachel, Laney. It's me." I said trying not to cry. I dropped the knife and walked towards Rachel. She grabbed a hold of my arms tears falling down her face. She pulled me into a deep embrace and sobbed happy tears. I cried with her and hugged her back. She let go and I looked at Laney. She looked at me with a smile on her face.

"I knew you'd come back." She said. I laughed and hugged her. Rachel joined in on the hug again. I looked towards the door. Sophia was standing there watching intently. I smiled and let go of Laney and Rachel.

"Brooke..." She said in a whisper. "Are you really back?" I nodded. She smiled and hugged me. I gripped her tightly and kissed the top of her head.

"B, I missed you so much. Don't ever leave me again." She sobbed. I sshed her and nodded.

"I won't I promise."


I stood in the bathroom after taking a bath in nothing but undergarments. I was gawking at myself in the mirror. All my scars I once had were gone. But I hat to large hand prints on either side of my stomach. Like some one yanked me out of hell. They were burned onto me skin. Giant welt handprints, I traced my fingers along the raw skin. I shook my head and pulled my shirt on and pajama pants. I walked out of my bathroom. I walked down the hall looking at the pictures hanging on the wall. I stopped when I reached one of Dean and me. Our wedding picture. Images of Hell flooded my mind. I closed my eyes and sighed. I walked towards the stairs. I heard this noise I high pitched screeching. I grabbed my ears as the begun to bleed then my eyes to. I screamed. I heard someone running up the stairs. I blacked out.

Dean's POV

I sat on the couch in the motel room cleaning my gun. I had gotten out of hell two weeks ago. I can never tell Sammy what I did in hell. I shouldn't even be thinking about it. Sam walked in with the food. He passed me my burger. I put my gun to the side and began to eat. His phone began to ring. He looked at the caller Id.

"It's Sophia." He said. I looked at him. Sophia hadn't called since Brooke's death. This must be urgent. He answered the phone.

"Hey, Soph what's up?" He asked. I heard her jabbering on the other side. The look on Sam's face worried me. He looked up at me a shocked look still on his face.

"Yeah. Alright. We'll come." He said and hung up. He looked at me and a smile was spreading across his face. He started laughing. I stood up.

"What's so funny?" I asked. He stood up walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Not funny Dean. Good. Oh god so good!" He yelled and threw his hands up turning away.

"What is it?" I asked. He turned around the smile still there.

"She back dean. Brooke's back." I froze. I didn't know what to think. Should I be happy? Yeah I defiantly should be happy. But...what I did... I shook my head. A pained feeling growing in my chest.

"Come on lets Go!" Sammy yelled grabbing his crap. I nodded still dazed. Brooke was back. Brooke. My Brooke. And I wasn't happy....


I drove next to Rachel's ugly ass car. Sam opened the door and climbed out. I sat and stared at the house.

"Dean! Come on!" Sam groaned excited to see Brooke. I took in a deep breathe and climbed out. It was about seven now and the sun was sitting. Sam and I walked up the steps of her house. Sam knocked on the door. I heard talking and someone ran to the door. Sophia opened it quickly. She had an exhausted look on her face. She smiled.

"Hi." She said and moved for us to walk in. I walked and followed Sam in nervously. I saw Rachel crouched in front of the fireplace. I walked further in and saw Laney bent over the couch. As I walked towards her I saw Brooke. She was beautiful. She looked exactly like she did before she died. A memory of hell flashed threw my head quickly. Her screams echoed in my head. I took a deep breath and made it go away.

"How is she?" Sam asked. Laney stood up.

"We don't know. She showed up here. Perfectly fine. She went up stairs to shower and a few minute later she was screaming and bleeding from her ears and eyes. She has been out since." She said. Castile. Maybe... He could have brought her back. "And she has these." Laney said lifting up Brooke's shirt. Two welted handprints were on either side of her stomach.

"What could have brought her back?" Rachel asked. Laney shrugged.

"An Angel." Sam said. The girls laughed.

"An Angel? Right. So really now?" Laney laughed. I looked at her with a serious face. She was doing a fish impersonation. "Is that what brought you back?" she asked. I nodded.

"Wow. Groped by an angel. I'm sure she'll have a field day with that when she wakes up." Rachel said.

"Guys I think we should give her some space...With Dean." Sophia said interrupting and laughs. I turned to look at her and she had a smile on her face. Sam put a hand on my shoulder and left followed by everyone else. I sighed and was towards Brooke. I pulled a chair over and sat beside her head. Her eyes were twitching under her eyelids. She made little squeaks every now and then. My guess she was having a nightmare. I bent towards her ear and whispered.

"B, I'm so sorry. Please...Please...Wake up." I said and kissed her lips. I rose back up to look at her. I saw hazel. Her beautiful eyes were open. I smiled. Her eyes were swimming the look on he face confused me. It was like she was terrified.

"Brooke, are you alright?" I asked. I reached for her and she screamed punched me and ran. I fell backwards out of my chair holding my jaw. I stood up and walked towards her.

"No! Stay away from me!" She yelled. I stopped dead in my tracks. Everyone came running down the stairs. She started to cry. I didn't know what to do. It wasn't Brooke well it was...but she didn't even hit like Brooke. Laney ran to her.

"B, What is it? What's wrong?" She asked. Brooke cried harder as Laney shook her. She tried pushing her away. Laney let go and Brooke slide down the floor and held her knees.

"Please stop! Go away! Make him go away!" She cried. Laney looked at me. I just stood there starring at the sobbing Brooke. Sam grabbed me by the shoulder and pushed me away.

"Come on Dean." Let's go outside." Sam said pushing me away from the scene. Sam closed the door being him.

"Dean what happened?" he asked. I just shook my head everything I did to Brooke in hell coming back at me to fast.

"I've got to leave." I said and ran towards the Impala. Sam followed. I climbed in and started the car.

"Dean!" He yelled as I drove off. I was driving way faster than I was suppose to. But I had to leave. Brooke doesn't deserve what I did to her. She deserves better. And that's was I'm going to give her.


Sam's POV

I stared at the dirt rising as Dean drove away. What happened in hell? What did Dean do...Was Brooke one of the souls he....No, Dean wouldn't. I sighed and walked back in the house. Laney had gotten Brooke calm. She was sitting on the couch her knees hiked up. She hugged her knees. I walked over towards her and crouched in front of her. I reached to touch her and she flinched away. I pulled my hand back and looked at her.

"Brooke?" I asked. She didn't look up at me. "Do you know where you are?" I asked she looked up.

"No...Is that my name...Brooke?" She asked. I looked at her puzzled and just nodded.

"Do you know where you were?" She began to rock back and forth.

"That's all I remember. That place. Oh god...No not God...God wouldn't let that happen. It was horrible. So much pain. And then he came and the pain was even worse." She said bawling again.