CHAPTER FOUR: Sealing Fates

Dean had been screaming/sobbing for the past three hours.

I've lost it.

That was the first thought that crossed Dean's mind as Sam pried his hands away from his ears. Dean had his knees pulled up to his chest, head resting on his knees. At this point, the youngest Winchester had his arms wrapped around his brother, trying his best to comfort him.

Cas was on the floor next to the heap of hunters, not sure how to contribute.

"Dean it's okay. We're safe. You're safe. It's all going to be okay." Sam said reassuringly, patting his brother's back.

I've lost it.

Dean had stopped crying and was now just staring glossy eyed at the wall.

"Dean, you cohorts now have a slight inkling that you've gone crazy. Might want to let them know it's just little ole' me." Alastair smirked knowing that's exactly what the eldest Winchester wouldn't do.

Shaking his head slightly, Dean groaned as he managed to wrestle himself away from Sam, trying to stand up.

"Dean, take it easy!" The youngest Winchester said as he went and caught his brother before he fell over.

"I'm fine Sammy. Let it go, pretend it never happened." Dean's voice was gruff as he tried to walk on his own, but Sam kept a firm grip on his shoulders.

Sam scoffed. "You're fucking crazy if you think I'm just going to let this go."

Dean cringed at the word crazy as he let the taller hunter drag him to his bed, placing him gently on the soft mattress.

Leaning against the desk, Sam crossed his arms waiting for Dean to spill his guts. Castiel joined them a second letter, sitting in the desk chair.

Running a hand down his face, Dean took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "I swear I'm not crazy…"

"Why would you be crazy?" Cas asked, tilting his head slightly.

Sensing his brother's struggle with finding the right words, Sam put a hand out in front of the angel. "Cas… Just give him a minute."

Dean forced a laugh as he rubbed at his forehead. "I'm hallucinating."

"Like… what I dealt with?" Sam asked, worry lacing his words.

"Yeah Sam, like what you had with Lucifer. But it's not him I'm seeing. I see you guys dying and…" He trailed off. He wanted to keep at least part of his craziness a secret. "And just things like that."

Cas looked suspiciously at Dean. He knew he wasn't telling them the whole truth but they took what they could get. "We will find a way to help you Dean."

"Yeah, lock me up."

"We're not going to do that. You were able to keep me from losing it; I plan on returning the favor."

"Am I interrupting anything?" Abaddon appeared out of nowhere, standing at the door. She flicked her wrist sending Sam and Castiel up against the wall.

Staring wide-eyed, Dean stood up in a defensive position.

"Easy there lover, just want to chat. I happen to know you're looking for something." She said, glancing at the Mark of Cain.

"I already got one asshole after it, I don't need two."

Abaddon chuckled. "You mean the blood junkie? Last time I checked, he was held up in some hotel room watching Spanish soap operas."

"We don't want anything from you." Sam hissed from his position on the wall.

"Let's move this conversation somewhere more… private. Sorry kids, time for the adults to chat." With that, she snapped her fingers and disappeared, taking Dean with her.

….

He was standing next to a rustic looking dresser that didn't look like it could hold any weight. Dean wasn't sure where exactly they were, but knew it was an old motel room. Abaddon was sitting on the bed, legs crossed, looking at her nails.

"Alright, what do you want?" Dean spat. He had no patience to deal with the bitch.

"Straight to the point as always. Seeming as though Crowley has the nerve to try and have you kill me, I've decided to try to get you to switch teams. Willingly would be preferable…" She said, glancing up and down the hunter. "But not necessary." She ended with a smirk.

"Get to your fucking point." Dean said through clenched teeth.

"I'll get you the blade; you kill Crowley with it, then Cain, and then whatever the hell you want." She said plainly.

"That's it? No other terms?" The eldest Winchester asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well obviously you can't attempt to kill me until the other things on your to-do list are checked off. Then… we'll see the type of shape you're in once you finish." She had stood up and was now standing a few inches from Dean. She ran a hand through his hair and he flinched from her touch. Crossing her arms across her chest, she waited.

"What do you mean 'type of shape I'm in'?"

"Wow, Cain really didn't tell you anything. You haven't heard the stories?" She asked, eyes widening.

"I already know he killed Abel." Dean said, shaking his head.

The demon started to say something but stopped herself, if she told him he was going to become something he once hunted, she'll never get him to agree. "So, we have a deal?"

"Sam and Cas. They have to come out of his unharmed, no matter what." Dean negotiated. He wouldn't do anything without assurance his family was safe.

She rolled her eyes, "Of course you'd throw that in. Fine, not a single hair on either of their heads."

Hesitating just a moment longer, the eldest Winchester finally said the one word Abaddon had been dying to hear:

"Deal."

….

TBC

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