And! Chapter three is up! I was so annoyed because I wrote this at Dad's then I went to Mum's without putting it on my USB -_- Then I remembered that I'd sent it to my friend on facebook! So Yay! Everything is awesome! Everything is cool when- okay enough of that, please enjoy =) ^_^ (Going to have that blooming song stuck in my head now -_- ).


The door opening, the small creaking of its rusty, unoiled hinges, the scrape as the bottom corner hit the floor where the planks bumped up a bit higher than usual.

Sam turned from his seat at the table, laptop before him to see a girl, shorter in stature than his elder brother, with wavy blonde hair and sweet doe brown eyes walk in. She was clad in worn, somewhat torn jeans, a pale blue tank top that gently revealed the angles of her stomach and to complete the image were dark brown scuffed boots and a silver id bracelet encircling the right wrist.

Standing up slowly, Sam carefully walked over to Joanna, the corner of his lip upturned in a smile.

He looked her over and a sense of almost relief washed across Jo when the gaze was so unlike his brothers; this was merely a check on her health to decide her welfare and she was grateful for it.

"Nice bracelet," Sam complimented as he stopped in front of her, tilting his head a bit to read her name written in curved script across the pressed metal.

Jo grinned, lifting up on her tiptoes to hug Sam tightly and endearingly. "Nice hair," She taunted loftily, pulling away and flicking at his locks.

Raising an eyebrow Sam went to the kitchen and took two beers from the small fridge, gesturing for Joanna to take a seat.

"So tell me," Sam handed over the beer to Jo, cracking his own open and taking a decidedly unhealthy swig, "What happened?"

His voice was weary and seemed as if nothing could surprise him anymore.

"Dean-" Jo began before biting her bottom lip and going with, "-He found me and I thought everything was normal." She tilted her head in acknowledgement, "A bit weird but normal."

She took a sip from her freshly-opened beer, musing with her thoughts, "Then his eyes turned black." Looking over at Sam, her worst fears were revealed; the demon was real. Sam lowered his eyes to the tabletop, running his fingers over the multiple scratches that marred the wood.

Jo narrowed her eyes at him, leaning forward slightly and reading his face intently. Sam glanced up at her then inclined back on his chair, watching the black screen of the turned off TV; the darkness reminded him of repressed memories and he started to get lost in its depth.

"It's true isn't it?" Jo asked quietly, watching the young Winchester intently. "There's no demon possessing Dean; he is the demon."

Sam slowly turned back to Jo, observing her sadly for a moment then he began to speak.

"You ever heard about the tale of Cain and Abel, Jo?"

She sat back in her chair and shrugged, "I heard the story back at the Roadhouse; mum told me. What about it?"

"So get this… It's all true."

Joanna started to interrupt, almost went to scoff at the words that tumbled from Sam, as if on their own turn. Sam cut over whatever she was going to say.

"Cain became a demon after offering his soul in replacement for Abel's. He tried to end his life but the Mark of Cain brought him back. Cain collected specific demons to become Knights of Hell and wreaked havoc upon Earth till he reformed; kinda. Cain ended up killing all the Knights except for one; Abaddon."

Sam stood up, tearing his colour-changing eyes away from the TV, taking another drink of beer morosely. "In order to kill Abaddon, Dean had to take the Mark from Cain and wield the First Blade; it's the only thing that could kill her. Not even Ruby's knife could harm her."

Sighing, he ran his hands through his shoulder-length brown hair. Jo nodded slowly; her lips parted a slight bit before she bit the lower one in concentration.

"So this Mark of Cain turned Dean into a demon?" She tilted her head, her hair falling across the left shoulder in sweeping motions of golden light. Sam shrugged, nodding slightly in agreement.

"Some fairy tale," Was muttered by the girl dryly. "How do we stop him?"

Sam threw his hands up in the air, spilling a few drops of his beer across the wooden floor. "No clue."

"I mean the First Blade could probably do it but Dean has that and only he can use it." He shrugged and slumped back in his chair, tapping the beer bottle against his lips.

"Weaknesses? Strengths? Anything?" Light caught the sliver bracelet on Jo's wrist as she spun it, running the links through her fingers, tracing the letters that curved together to form her name.

"Well he has superhuman strength, can kill demons with a touch, telekinesis, render people mute, ability to teleport other beings and also nullify demon powers. That's what I got so far; I have no clue if demon traps can hold him or what salt and holy water does but-"

Sam got up again, leaving his beer next to the laptop. He walked from the room, leaving Jo to mull over her thoughts. Barely less than thirty seconds later he returned.

And held between thumb and forefinger was a bullet. Turning it around so Jo could see, Sam revealed the tiny pentagram carved into its base.

"Put one of these in him and it'll stop him short; won't kill but he won't be smoking out, teleporting or any other demon powers." Sam smiled grimly down upon Jo who tilted her head the other way.

"Can he even smoke out?" She asked, eyebrow raised as Sam simply sighed and looked at her as if to say 'really?' "Just a question."

Joanna stood up, walking over to Sam and taking the bullet from him. "So we shoot Dean with one of these; what then? We hog-tie him in a steel-plated room for the rest of eternity?"

The corner of Sam's mouth turned up in a smile that could almost be considered a smirk. Or evil. Or an evil smirk.

"Then we cure him."


So, cliffhanger much? Not really... Though the end of next chapter should be a bigger one =D Anyway hope you liked and please review. =)