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Sam and Dean kept a close eye on Abbie. They knew that everyone was noticing that she was becoming more irritable as the minutes ticked by but they were positive that not one of them knew why.

Sam had devoted himself to reading every word that the Men of Letters had ever written. It was nerve-racking. Dean had settled in behind a pile of Bobby's old books. He wished that he could just call Bobby and ask him what they hell they were supposed to do about the damn Mark on Abbie but he couldn't. Bobby was dead and so was every other resource they had.

When Frank returned, hex box in tow, he placed it on the table.

"What's that?" Jenny questioned.

"It is a malum praesidium pectus," Ichabod answered as he approached the table to examine the box closer.

"I skipped advance Latin," Jenny said, "what the hell does that mean?"

"It's a hex box," Dean said.

"A real one?" Jenny inquired.

"No, it's a fake one," Dean chided. Jenny rolled her eyes.

"The shard's in here," Frank announced.

"Then we must reform it with the hilt," Katrina said. Sam and Dean cut their eyes at her.

"No," Frank said plainly," first I need to talk to Sam and Dean. Outside. Then we'll talk about this damn sword," he said pointing to the piece still in Abbie's hand. He slid the key to the box into his pocket, turned and went outdoors. The Winchesters followed. "So?"

"So, I didn't find shit," Dean admitted.

"Me either," Sam said. "I mean there is a massive list of Marks but the guide with what the Marks actually look like is back at the Men of Letters bunker."

"Is that far from here?" Frank asked.

"Yeah," Dean said nodding.

"Shit," Frank muttered. "Nothing is on computer?"

"No. I mean there's some stuff but that's only because I converted it," Sam explained.

"No other Men of Letters you can call?" the captain asked.

"There are two Men of Letters," Dean told him, "and you're looking at 'em." Frank looked from one brother to the other.

"You gotta be kidding me!" Frank said in a raised tone.

"Dean..." Sam said looking at his brother, his eyes pleading.

"Sammy..." Dean said, tightening his jaw.

"Come on, Dean," Sam implored.

"No, Sam," Dean said authoritatively.

"What's going on?" Frank questioned.

"There is one more source we have," Sam said turning to him.

"Sam. No," Dean barked.

"Dean doesn't want to use it," Sam said. Dean rolled his eyes and turn away from the two of them.

"Why not?" Frank asked. "Will it help figure all this out?"

"Chances are good," Sam nodded.

"Than why the hell are we debating this?" Frank queried.

"It's not a damn debate," Dean said.

"Cas!" Sam yelled, his eyes locked on Dean's shocked green orbs.

"Sam!" the older Winchester yelled.

"Cas! Can you hear me?" Sam called again as Dean charged him.

"Shut up, Sam," Dean growled, shoving him.

"You don't know what to do and I'm at a loss," Sam yelled, shoving Dean back. "I know where things are but we can't let this happen to Abbie or anyone else."

"I know that but..." Dean started but was interrupted by the sound of fluttering wings behind him. He set his jaw and narrowed his eyes angrily at Sam.

"You called?" Casitel's stentorian voice asked.

"We need your help," Sam said, his eyes never leaving his brother's steely gaze.

"No we don't," Dean grumbled.

"I would like to help if you would allow me," Cas said, "in any way that I can."

"In any way that you can?" Dean questioned, turning his head to the side and looking at Cas over his shoulder. "You're gonna stand there and act like anything you've ever done has helped?" he said venomously, turning to face the angel. "We don't need you're help, you bastard."

"I understand that you're angry..." Cas began.

"Angry!?" Dean yelled. "That ain't the half."

"But I did what needed to be done," Cas yelled this time, "in order to save you, Dean."

"I asked you to do one thing, Cas. One thing and you couldn't do it," Dean barked. "You don't get to just show up and act like nothing's happened."

"No one is acting like that," Cas stated, his brow furrowed. "but you don't get to chose who saves you."

"I didn't say I didn't want to be saved," the older Winchester said tightly," just not that way."

"What the hell is going on out here?" Abbie asked, appearing on the porch.

"A ZIZOP AM," Castiel said aloud as he turned to look at her.

"What?" Frank asked.

"What are you doing with that?" Cas asked her, pointing to her arm.

"I don't know," she answered. "Who are you?"

"I am Castiel," he told her before turning back to Dean. "You need to let me help you, Dean." Dean scowled at him.

"What's going on, Cas?" Sam questioned.

"That Mark she carries is called The Vessel Imprint," the angel informed them.

"Vessel as in..." Sam began.

"Yes," Cas interrupted. "Abigail Mills is a Witness. The Vessel Imprint was not intended for her."

"But she has it," Dean said, "and I'm almost positive that she wouldn't want your kind of help either," he spat.

Cas cut his eyes at the older Winchester before he spoke again, "She is being punished."

"For what?" Sam asked, his brow knit together, as he looked up at Abbie on the porch, the pink mark growing veins under her skin.

"The Mark was intended for a vessel; because she is not one the Mark is slowly punishing her. Changing her," Cas explained. "It has to be removed."

"Doesn't Abbie get a choice in the matter?" Dean grumbled.

"No," Cas said plainly, "it seems like when the Mark, of any kind, is attached to someone it effect their judgment."

"You mean like trusting people who have no problem betraying their trust?" Dean said his green orbs boring into Castiel's.

"I will not apologize for saving your life, Dean," Cas stated coldly, "and you are allowed to feel whatever it is you feel but you won't stop me from saving someone else," Cas said brutally as he shoved past Dean and back toward Abbie. "May I see your arm?"

"Why?" she asked, moving her arm behind her back.

"Please?" he said. Abbie hesitantly showed him her arm. "This Mark was not intended for you."

"Well, I wasn't going to let Ichabod take it," she told him.

"No. It was not intended for him either."

"I just want to finish this."

"Not that that Mark."

"Who are you to decide what I do?" Abbie asked, raising her voice.

"Calm down," Cas said authoritatively. Abbie pushed him away from her. She ran back into the house, broke the lock on the hex box with the hilt of the sword and grabbed the shard. Jenny, Ichabod and Katrina watched as her eyes turned black.

"Reuniunt cum tantus gladio," Abbie chanted as the shard and the hilt glowed brightly and were once again connected. She smiled evilly before grabbing her jacket and bolting from the cabin.

"Abbie!" Sam yelled as she jumped in her SUV and sped away.

"What the hell is going on?" Jenny yelled as she busted out the door and into the yard. "My sister is possessed!"

"No, she isn't," Cas told her.

"Who are you?" Jenny questioned, her eyes narrowed at him.

"I am Castiel and I can assure you that your sister is not possessed," he told her.

"I saw her eyes," Jenny stated.

"As did I," Ichabod said joining Sam, Dean, Cas, Frank and Jenny in the yard.

"She's not possessed," Sam said lowly. "There's only Abbie in there."

"I don't understand," Jenny said, her eyes wide.

"That Mark on her arm," Dean spoke up. Jenny just looked at him. "C'mon. I know you saw it. Both of you," he said looking to Ichabod. "It twisted her soul. The Mark wasn't meant for her."

"So now what?" Jenny asked. "Abbie is in the wind with her soul twisted and a piece of that sword back together."

"We have to find her," Cas stated seriously. "Where would she go?"

"I don't know," Jenny said. "I know she wouldn't go her apartment. It's the first place we'd look."

"Nor would she return to the police department or the archives," Ichabod added.

"I believe I may know where Abbie has gone," a soft voice said from the porch. They all turned to face Katrina. She was holding The Life Book in her hands. "I found a passage in the back of the book about the locator spell we've been doing."

"Of course she did," Dean muttered to Sam.

"What is she doing here?" Cas asked the Winchesters, his voice taut.

"We had to rescue her," Sam told him.

"She should not be here, Sam," he said angrily.

"What does it say, my love?" Ichabod asked.

"Qui cum in via notatis percuties omne gloria. Notatis unus est Deus lectissima," she read.

"Meaning?" Frank asked.

"The Marked one with slay all who stand in the way of glory. The Marked one is God's chosen," Sam translated.

"Meaning what?" Jenny asked, her eyes wide. There was silence. "Someone better say something now!"

"I believe that your sister has gone to the place that will help our foe find glory," Katrina said.

"Where?" Dean asked.

"The place in which our foe has found solace," Ichabod whispered harshly. "Frederick's Hollow."

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Translations:

malum praesidium pectus - evil protection chest

A ZIZOP AM - The Vessel Imprint

Reuniunt cum tantus gladio - Reunite with this mighty sword

Qui cum in via notatis percuties omne gloria. Notatis unus est Deus lectissima - The Marked one with slay all who stand in the way of glory. The Marked one is God's chosen