When Castiel comes to Sam and Dean and tells them that Cain is still alive, the brothers are unsure of what to do. They were positive that Cain had been killed but instead Castiel sends them back in time to a different universe where Cain is known as a man named Carlton Lassiter and works for the Santa Barbara Police Department. He still bears the Mark, making him dangerous and the Winchester brothers race to find out how to help him before he can hurt anybody with the assistance of some new friends: Shawn Spencer, the police department's head psychic, and Burton Guster, Shawn's best friend. Will they be able to work together to save Lassiter? Or will it all be for nothing?
"Well Sammy, that's one less nasty son of a bitch in this world," Dean said, throwing his gun in the hidden compartment in the trunk of the Impala before slamming both doors shut. Sam nodded in agreement and rolled his shoulders, trying to ease the soreness in his muscles.
"You wanna grab some dinner before heading back to the motel?" Dean asked, fishing his keys out of his pocket and opening the car door. He looked over the top of the Impala at his younger brother, awaiting his response. Sam smiled mischievously back at him.
"As long as I get to pick the restaurant," he smirked, pointing a finger at his older brother. Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"No way, dude. You always get rabbit food!" Dean exclaimed. Sam shrugged, putting on his best puppy dog face. Trying to ignore him, Dean finally gave in and sighed loudly.
"Ugh! Fine, you can pick the restaurant," he muttered. Sam pumped his fist in the air, happy with his success. He swung open the car door and was about to get in when a deep voice interrupted him.
"Sam, Dean. I need your help." The two brothers turned to see Castiel standing in front of the Impala, wearing his dirty trench coat and crooked blue tie like always. Dean raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"With what, Cas?" he wondered, slamming the door shut and striding over to the angel before crossing his arms. Sam followed, confusion clearly present on his face.
Cas glanced at both boys before sighing and gazing down at the ground. "To be honest, I don't really know exactly what it is," he admitted, raising his head to look at them again. Sam and Dean shared their own confused glance before turning back to Castiel.
"What do you mean by that?" Sam questioned. Cas sighed and took a moment to gather his thoughts.
"I mean, that Cain is back but he's not exactly, well...Cain," Castiel tried, doing his best to explain. Dean frowned at the angel's statement. "He's a man named Carlton Lassiter and he works at the Santa Barbara Police Department in California. He looks like Cain and he has the Mark, and he's showing signs of aggression and violence. He's dangerous and I need you two to take care of him."
Dean nodded, understanding the situation a little bit better. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, clearly not pleased that Cain was back. "Alright. What do we need to do?" Dean asked, ready for whatever challenge lay ahead. Cas stepped closer to the brothers and placed two fingers on both of their foreheads.
"He's in a different universe and time frame so I'll have to send you to him. Good luck guys," Castiel told them before zapping them to their destination. The brothers felt a sickening jolt in their stomachs before looking around to see themselves in a totally different place than where they previously were.
It was sunnier here and palm trees lined the edges of roads and sidewalks. Dean and Sam glanced around in confusion, eyes wide as they took in their surroundings. Sam nudged his brother's shoulder when he noticed something in front of him.
"Dean, look. You think this is the place Cas was talking about?" Sam pointed toward the tan building that stood in front of them. Dean read the letters above the entrance: 'Santa Barbara Police Department'.
"Yeah, it looks like it," Dean replied, nodding his head. He then noticed something was missing and turned around to search for it.
"Wait, where's Baby?!" Dean practically screeched, causing Sam to flinch at the pitch of his brother's voice. Dean frantically turned in circles, looking for his beloved car.
"Dean, calm down! It's probably still with Cas!" Sam tried to reassure his brother but Dean wouldn't have it. He narrowed his eyes and flared his nostrils at his younger sibling.
"First of all, Baby is not an 'it'. SHE is missing and we can't do anything without her because all our weapons are-oh wait, there she is." Dean stopped in the middle of his rant, having spotted the Impala and racing over to it. Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head before following closely behind.
The Impala was parked across the street from the police department and Dean mentally thanked Cas for remembering to send it with them. He jogged over to the trunk and opened it up, as well as the secret compartment. Pulling out two loaded guns, he tossed one to Sam before shoving the other in his waist band, making sure it was hidden by his jacket.
"Dean, what are you doing? We don't need these," Sam said, pulling his signature bitch-face. Dean frowned back at him.
"Look, if Cain really is back then that means he's dangerous and since he's a police officer here, he'll already have a weapon. We need something to defend ourselves, just in case anything happens," Dean explained, closing the trunk and making sure it was locked before heading across the street. Sam sighed, seeing his brother's point, and hid the gun before catching up with Dean.
The two brothers walked up the entrance steps and opened the door, stepping inside. They glanced around cautiously at all the uniformed officers that milled about the place. They never had been comfortable in police departments.
Carefully sneaking around the front desk so they wouldn't have to sign in, Sam and Dean made their way down the halls of the building. It had large arches above their heads and every desk that lined both walls was occupied by an officer working on their own case.
"I don't like it here, Sammy," Dean muttered, glancing around nervously. So far, no one had suspected their presence.
"I know. I don't either. Let's just get this over with," Sam whispered back before continuing ahead. A pretty blonde woman suddenly stepped in front of them, halting them in their tracks.
"Can I help you?" she asked politely, her arms crossed over her chest. Dean immediately went into 'flirt mode' and stepped forward, a wide grin on his face.
"Yes you can, actually. We're looking for a Carlton Lassiter. Does he work here, by any chance?" Dean asked sweetly, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side. Sam snorted and rolled his eyes at his brother's attempt to win the girl over.
The blonde narrowed her eyes suspiciously, not falling for Dean's act. "Yeah, he does. Why do you need him?" she pressed. Dean and Sam immediately pulled out their FBI badges and flashed them at her.
"We just wanted to ask him a few questions," Sam told her, smiling shyly. She frowned before nodding hesitantly.
"Alright, I guess since you're FBI I can let you through. I don't see why you didn't notify us first, though," the girl mumbled, striding over to a desk where a rather grumpy looking man with short grey hair sat. Dean's breath hitched in his throat at the sight of him. It WAS Cain.
"Carlton, these two agents said they wanted to speak with you," the blonde told Cain, or Lassiter, and he stood up. He scowled at Sam and Dean, suspicion written all over his features.
"Does the Chief know about this?" Lassiter asked, turning to look at the blonde. She shook her head in reply. "Well, why don't you go tell her. I'll take care of these two."
Dean flinched under the man's narrowed gaze, knowing very well that he could be a murderer. After all, he too had known what it was like to have the power of the Mark.
"What do you want?" Lassiter questioned, his brows furrowed angrily. Sam seemed rather nervous as well and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck while trying to think of a good cover story. They were usually prepared for this kind of stuff but after being forced into it, they hadn't had time to plan out the details.
"Well, we...uh..." Sam stuttered out before being interrupted by a voice coming from behind them.
"Lassie, who are these two?" Dean and Sam turned to see two men standing behind them, one an African American male. The other was white with great hair, Dean noticed. But that thought was quickly discarded as the man raised two fingers to his temple and looked straight into his eyes.
"I'm sensing...that these two," he gestured toward Sam and Dean, "are not supposed to be here." At that, Lassiter's frown deepened and his voice boomed throughout the building, calling out a single name.
"O'HARA!