MARKED
By: Vanessa Sgroi
Dean stared at the reddened mark decorating the inside of his forearm. He knew that it was somehow the key to destroying Abbadon but he wasn't sure in what way. The research he'd done so far had proven fruitless. All he knew was the mark gave him the creeps-made his flesh crawl if he looked at it too long. And the damn thing burned constantly.
"Dean, what're you doing?" Sam queried as he entered the kitchen to find Dean staring fixedly at the Mark of Cain on his arm.
Dean shuddered, rolling down his sleeve. "Research."
FIN