It was 4.30 in the afternoon. The mansion was bustling with noise. Trays of food, boxes of champagne and hundreds of bouquets were being taken out to the enormous front lawn by waiters in white suits, where tonight's reception was to be held. The madness of a party was in two hours, and their college buddies were about to arrive in five. There were over a hundred guests staying in the house and the guest house. The total guest list comprised 450 people, and Lord only knew how the actual wedding ceremony was going to go down.

Frank checked his watch as he monitored the butlers, who were clearing the parking areas for guests' cars. He sighed. Best man duties were bad enough as it is, and this new added responsibility of making sure that no one would wake Josh up before 5, was giving him anxiety. The selfish bastard refused to wake up on time, even on his bachelor's party. Freaking power nap.

"Frank!" Josh's mom, Helen called out, who was dressed in a peach colored Sari- off to yet another ceremonial party, "Sweetheart, where is that friend of yours? Your limo is here!"

"Uh...He is dressing up. Don't worry Helen. He'll be down in a minute." Frank lied. " In fact I'll go get him!"

"Uh huh. Well tell your little buddy there, that Rhea isn't going to wait for him, on the actual day." She scowled at him, as he walked out of there hurriedly, cursing Josh under his breath.

The mansion belonged to Rhea's grandfather who had been stationed with the British troops back in the Second World War, and had therefore been given temporary relief in the US after the war had ended. He had been offered permanent citizenship for his excellent services alongside the US army but had denied the offer at the time, until he was stationed there again during Cold War as an Indian spokesperson in the 1950's at the UN conference. That's where he had met his wife. Fallen in love and got married. After retiring from the UN services, the both of them had made it big in the growing IT sectors.

Rhea's father Kishore and mom Anna had been surgeons by profession. Anna often joked that Rhea was the black sheep of the family- when she'd chosen literature over science. So it had come as a real surprise to them, when she'd introduced Josh- a medical student- as her boyfriend, the summer she returned from Yale in her junior year.

After being hugged and kissed by several of Josh's family members and college mates who had just arrived and who he hadn't seen in a while, Frank finally managed to reach the room where he and Josh had slept the night. He checked his watch. It was five minutes to five. He took a deep breath and walked in.

Josh was sleeping, obviously-his face covered by the blanket. Surprisingly, there was no snoring. Good for Ree, Frank thought as he chuckled and moved towards Josh.

"Josh. Last few nights of freedom, bro. Wake up! It's almost five." Frank shook him hard. Nothing seemed to be working.

Alright, I'm going to do this the Yale style, Frank thought as he walked towards the bathroom and filled the bucket with cold water. He snickered as he poured the bucket of water over him.

When Josh still didn't wake up, he grabbed hold of his blanket and yanked it off him.

Blood and water, now all mixed together flowed down the perfectly white sheets onto the teak flooring, as Frank's scream echoed along the halls.

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So. The Mark of Cain plot is probably the most interesting plotline in Supernatural in the last few years. I was initially hesitant to post this story, but I have some great ideas for its development.

Indian Wedding, you ask? Well, they are probably the most fun weddings you'll ever witness. It's a week long party of games,booze and traditions. I'll try to include some of those in.

Also, mythology. Hindu Mythology, to be particular. It is so very vast! I am hopelessly in love with Greek mythology via Percy Jackson. So it seems only fair to exploit my own roots!

Also watch out for the next few chapters. Dean might just find the cure he's looking for, along with someone very interesting.