Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: In my world Cain (the brilliant Tim Omundson)still fights going dark. Thanks to Jedisapphire for the beta and support. Thanks to dogluvva99 for sparking the idea.

Summary: Cain offers Sam an unusual deal to free Dean of the mark.

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Chapter VII: The Odd Couple

Cain pulled up in front of the Fuller's home, with Sam having located Rubio's grave in a small cemetery outside town. Things seemed to be lining up for this job to be a simple salt and burn.

Sam, hopeful for this elusive break so he can finish what he promised Cain, and for Dean to be finally free of the mark.

"What do I do?" Cain asked.

"Just hang back and let me do the talking," Sam told him.

Which is exactly what Cain did while seated in Tom and Elizabeth Fuller's living room, while Sam talked with them, asked questions, took notes, and listened with a sympathetic ear as the couple vented their fears and concerns.

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"Is there anything else you want to tell me before I take a look around," Sam asked.

"No, I don't think so," Elizabeth said after giving it some thought.

"How about you?" Sam turned his attention to the Fuller's children Mia and Evan who had remained quiet the entire time.

"The doorbell rings all the time," Evan piped in.

"It does?" Sam spoke warmly. "Sure its not some friends playing a trick on you?"

"No, it can't be them." Evan said matter of factly.

"Why so sure?" Sam questioned.

"Because we don't have a doorbell."

"That is creepy," Cain chimed in.

"You talk?" Evan asked innocently.

"Of course I talk," Cain answered.

"I didn't hear you say anything."

"I didn't hear you say anything," Cain countered.

"I'm Seven. How old are you?"

"Okay," Sam stood up giving Cain a telling look. "Thank you Evan. "Now I'd like to start in the upstairs bedrooms, if that's okay?" Being the main source of activity Sam was curious to see what readings he'd get with his EMF meter.

"Sure," Elizabeth said. "Please feel free to go anywhere."

"Try not to worry," Sam told the couple. "We're here to help."

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Sam and Cain had no problem finding the small cemetery where John Rubio was buried. Finding his grave was a different matter.

Having been neglected for years, the overgrowth in the graveyard combined with the darkness made it difficult to find. But eventually, with the luck of Sam tripping over it. They found Rubio's headstone.

Putting everything down but his shovel Sam began to dig.

"You know there are two shovels," Sam announced, feeling carrying them might have given Cain a clue."

"Seriously?" Cain grumbled.

"We'll get out of here faster," Sam appealed to what he wanted most.

Cain picked up the shovel. His grouchy behavior helped Sam miss Dean a little less.

With the two of them working together it didn't seem that long before they reached the coffin. Cain climbed out and watched as Sam cleared off the excess dirt and broke it open.

Hoisting himself up Sam picked up the matches and the salt containers, handing one to Cain and on opposite sides of the open grave, Cain followed Sam's lead and generously shook salt over the remains.

"Sam behind you!" Cain yelled.

Sam swung around but before he could fully turn his body, he was airborne, having been struck in the chest landing hard on his back.

"Matches, " Sam managed to say, the wind knocked out of him and in great pain. "Light it up!"

Cain jumped on the matches, fumbling, but managing to light one. Behind the lit match materialized John Rubio.

"Eat this." Cain tossed the match in and watched in stoic fascination as the bones of John Rubio burst into flames, taking his spirit along with it.

Hearing a groan Cain moved over to assist Sam who was trying his hardest to get his large body upright.

"I'm good," Sam winced trying to walk.

"Sure you are," Cain gathered up the salt and matches, placing them in Sam's bag, then he grabbed the shovels.

"So this is the life of a hunter?"

"This was an easy case."

"Easy?" Cain asked.

"Yeah, the one me and Dean rarely see."

"It didn't look too easy and judging by the pain you're in."

"Trust me this is a walk in the park compared to our other jobs," Sam explained. "No one got hurt. More importantly no one got killed," His voice became quieter. "No family losing a loved one in some horrific way."

"If that's how most of your jobs are Sam Winchester. "Why keep doing it?"

"Saving people is why. It's our Dad's legacy."

"How do you keep on doing this?"

"Dean is how. I rely on him and he on me."

Cain nodded taking in what Sam said."

So, eat this!" Sam gave Cain a questioning look. "What's that about?"

"I always wanted to say that."

"Really? Since when?" Sam was curious.

"Since I heard your brother say it."

"You're kidding?"

Cain gave him that look that reminded Sam he doesn't kid.