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Mariam was drying up his short hair with one of her favorite towels with an owl on it. A gift from her mother who she loved very much and missed every single day.
Dean's hair now smelt like men's perfume. You know those really good ones, that even though you're a girl, you just want to wear? Dean's conditioner smelt just like that. Absolutely perfect. She decided she loved it and would sneakily use it when he gets a new bottle soon. It was so … Dean. Anything Dean was perfect she lovingly pondered.
His head had fallen back as he relaxed following their light hearted argument and his soft lips were pulled into a relaxed almost smile. While the wrinkles of worry on his forehead were gone, he really was calm. His long lashes lightly brushed against his cheek as he breathed, slowly, in and out. She just wanted to bury her head into his neck, take his scent in and stay like that forever. Cuddling him and never letting him go. Knowing that he's safe in her arms and sight. No demons haunting him, in nightmares, or his own reflection.
The wretched mark remained though, didn't it? It was peeking through his pulled up green jacket sleeves… She slowly removed her hands, detangling her interlocked fingers with his warm and wet hair and used her right hand to lightly brush against the mark.
It was raised, and angrily pink.
A tear dripped out of her left eye and fell on his dark wash, faded blue jeans, creating a wet spot there.
She knew what she had to do.
It was finally time. Sam was asleep in his room, snoring off. She had read him one of the research books and he had drifted off. She would do that sometimes. When his eyes would be red, and puffy from all the exhaustion.
Dean was obviously out of it. Cas was in Heaven, doing his own end of our research. She had drawn an anti angel symbol on the bedroom door just in case. It was hidden behind a kitty poster.
All her ducks were in order so to say, well except for herself.
She had to get Dean into bed first and she couldn't exactly pick him up, so she lightly nudged his shoulders, sniffling her tears away.
"Bean… Bean. Come on get up, love."
He just stirred and groaned. Shifting and finding the chair uncomfortable. She darkly chuckled at the situation.
Even when she was about to do what she was about to do, she was still making sure he was comfortable before leaving.
She had really fallen for this man. Damn.
"Bean… Don't you want a proper bed? With fluffy blankets?"
That got him up, stumbling around, water droplets hanging loosely in his hair.
She held onto his arm, and looked up at his sleepy, beautiful face smiling.
"You can sleep in my room, no need to walk all the way to yours alright?"
He just hummed in approval, and fell face down on her bed, off to dreamland right away.
She plopped down on the bed, and turned him so that he was now facing her. Hugging him as she silently bawled her eyes out. She haven't cried this much since that night when he was stabbed by Metatron.
Mariam really didn't want to leave, but she knew she had to.
Dean would never forgive her for what she is about to do and would try real fucking hard to reverse it. She would end up losing his trust and it would break him even further. Still she convinced herself that it was the right call to make, she has to leave, and never come back again.
He would miss her, so would Sam and Cas. That's the price she has to pay. At least he wouldn't have to be afraid of himself any longer.
He wouldn't have to look at himself in the mirror and fight with who he was turning into. A war that raged on inside of him. That stood against every damn thing he believed in.
She knows that's what he would have done for her. There's no other way. She didn't see any other hope of losing the Mark once and for all. Her mind was firmly set.
The owl shaped clock in her room ticked, and tocked. It felt like it was getting louder and louder. Her ear drums were pounding along with her racing heart beat.
With her right arm, she reached across the bed, picking up her phone. The same one from her home universe. The book she was reading to Sam, she had torn out a page from it. A page that contained the spell, the spell that could transfer the Mark of Cain from one person to another, as long as the person is not Cain himself.
Cain could only give someone the mark as long as he still bears it, but this one would cut-paste it off, not copy-paste it.
She had burnt the original page, but not before taking various clear pictures of it. Saved on her iPhone, iPad, laptops, and flash drives. In case her memory is compromised and she needs to revisit it.
She had made sure the boys would never be able to find it. It was the only place it existed. It was destiny how she had found it first and not Sam. We all know Sam would've taken it, and Mariam couldn't have that, known it would kill Dean even more to see his baby brother Sammy go through that.
She pulled out the angel blade Cas had gifted her a while ago. It was his own, he wanted her to have something of his as a token of his love and trust, she was after all like family to him.
She then cut a long diagonal line across her arm and lightly hissed at the stinging, the blood splattered onto the glass she strategically placed underneath it. All the while reading the Latin verses. Her arm started to glow. Right in the place where the mark would be.
Still set on her mission with minimal hesitation, she continued to do what the symbols asked her to.
She had to hold onto Dean's marked arm, and not let go until the mark successfully transferred.
She also made sure Dean wouldn't feel anything as he would wake up and stop her otherwise.
Firmly she held onto his hand with her eyes closed. Feeling the burning sensations intensify, her brows furrowed and her body started to shake and sweat as veins appeared all over her arm.
The mark was slowly disappearing from Dean's skin and with a sizzle it burned onto hers.
Memories flashed through her closed eyes.
x
"Hey Bean. Woah dude! Take it easy!" She breathed out as she tried to steady the big and tall beautiful man, but failed to do so due to her shorter stature and skinny fat body.
Dean just glared at her in response while holding onto his crutches again with disdain.
"Son of a bitch! I hate hospitals! I hate broken legs! I FRIGGIN' HATE WITCHES! And I need a God damn beer."
"Heh. Dean, you sound like a pissed off toddler. If they could make sense."
"You shut your mouth!"
It made her giggle when Dean did that to Sam next.
"It's alright Dean. Just a couple more weeks and you'll be in ass-kicking shape!"
He just grunted in response and slipped until she grabbed him by his shoulders.
"BEAN! Stop rushing everything."
"It's these damn crutches!" He yelled in frustration.
She sighed and gave them to Sam who raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Take these Ham! I'm going to hold onto him. He's gonna fall and smash his face otherwise. Here. I've got you, and I'm never ever letting you 're my one and only Bean."
He was still pouting all the way to Baby.
"Don't give me that look Dean. I'm not driving, Mariam is." Sam's bitch face was in full on action.
"Thank goodness. I still wish I could though." He breathed out in apparent relief.
"Yeah, that sure sucks. I'm also gonna miss your cooking. I don't really enjoy eating Ham's grassy food." She made floating quotation marks at the word food.
"It's not grass, it's just not unneeded fat." His bitch face intensified.
"It's grass. You moose. Now shut it! I want to hear my music."
"Damn straight! That's my girl!" Dean proudly grinned at her through the windshield.
Sam just rolled his eyes and brightly smiled as the sounds of "Turn The Page" by Metallica filled the car.
She was the only one who could have Dean listen to newer songs from her phone and not gank somebody. Also the only one he fully trusted with Baby.
x
"I'm never letting you go, Dean. I love you."
And so it was done.
The sizzling died down leaving the mark behind in all it's dark and menacing glory It reminded her of all the horrible things that happened to them in the past few months.
And then you let go…
Dean shifted and her heart skipped a beat, as her eyes flew open in panic. Only to see him turn to the other side clutching her owl shaped pillow plushie close to his chest as he innocently breathed out.
"Mariam…" Only to nuzzle his face deeper into the furry owls kawaii face.
That is when her heart both broke and came alive at the same exact time. She knew she had done the right thing.
Now comes the hardest to live with but easiest to do part.
The exit.
She packed all her essential belongings, but left the decorations, and other things she didn't really need from the bunker.
The bunker was home away from her true home. Her second home. Her first was taken from her. This one she had to let go of by her own hands. She erased the angel prevention symbol before she left and put the kitty poster back in place
.
Then she made her way to the sleeping form of Dean Winchester and kissed his forehead as a final goodbye.
"I'm incomplete without you by my side. Please don't hate me for this, Dean. I love you more than anything and anyone I've ever loved."
Then Mariam headed out with keys to her own Baby clutched tightly in her closed fists. Before existing the bunker, she stopped by Sam's room and held his hand for a couple of moments.
"I'll miss you so much Samoose."
Sam and Cas will forever be her best friends, her heart broke knowing she wouldn't be able to say goodbye to the angel.
Leaving his room, she went out the main door. Her DB9 was parked outside instead of the garage which made a lot of noise. Before getting into your car, se saw that Dean left the Impala out as well, so she went to it, and lovingly caressed the hood.
"I'll miss you too Baby. This is where it all started from me and this is also where it ends."
Everything was a blur afterwards, packing her stuff into my truck, driving away. It all breezed through. It is as if she had died. Her soul remained in a certain Winchesters heart, her happiness floated around the Baby and the bunker.
She was just a figment of who she used to be and with the mark burned onto her arm, She'll hate herself even more, that was something she knew was inevitable.
x
The thick trees of the forest whizzed by the windows to her left and to her right as the beloved Impala roared through the highway.
Dean wanted the windows rolled down, as the weather was nice and cool.
So the wind whizzed her long dark hair back and forth, even Sam's infamous hair flew into his eyes.
All three of them had giant smiles planted on their lips.
Sam and Dean were casually conversing and arguing about something stupid that she zoned out from after a while.
The three of them were so content in the moment. She didn't want it ever end.
She was pulled out from her thoughts as Dean smacked Sam in the head and turned around making her chuckle at their antics.
His boyish grin made everything alright.
Saving people, hunting things, the family business.
That was her life now and she freaking loved it.
She knew she wouldn't have it any other way.
x
Mariam flew out of Lebanon, Kansas, going faster than she had ever taken her car. Pushing it to the limit. No music blaring like she usually would have. Just her, the purring engine, and the road.
She was holding on and letting go...