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Ch. 16

For Whom the Bell Tolls

"Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die: Into the valley of Death" —Tennyson, Charge of the Light Brigade

"Hello darling, squirrel."

"Crowley," Dean growled. We had taken up temporary residence in an abandoned warehouse a couple of miles outside town. I tried not to concentrate on my tossing insides. I had had way too much to drink the night before.

Crowley waltzed up to us and stuck his hands into the pockets of his long black overcoat. "Whatever can I do for you?"

I took a deep breath. "We need your help."

Crowley rolled his eyes. "I'd gathered as much, darling. What is it you want?"

I glanced at Dean and he gave me one short nod. I swallowed and quickly launched into an explanation of what had gone down with Sam and Gadreel. How we didn't want the angel to get on our bad side so we needed Crowley's help to find Gadreel's old vessel and expel Gadreel from Sam.

"Well," Crowley's voice rumbled deep in his chest, "that is quite a tale isn't it?"

"So you'll help us?" I asked eagerly. Crowley snapped and a metal chair from a nearby office came skidding out, scratching against the concrete floor unpleasantly, before stopping at his feet. He sat down and crossed his legs.

"Yes," Crowley smirked, "for a price."

Dean scoffed cynically. "Why am I not surprised?"

"What do you want, Crowley?" I frowned.

"Kill Abaddon."

Dean and I looked at each other. "Don't you think we would have if we could?"

Crowley tilted his head to the side and looked at me piercingly. I shifted uneasily under his scrutiny. Did he know that I knew about the mark? About the first blade?

"I know how to kill Abaddon, but I need your help to find the weapon that'll do it."

"What is it?" Dean asked, "Because last I checked, Knights of Hell aren't the dying kind, so whatever you're looking for must really pack a punch."

Crowley smirked, "The first blade."

My jaw clenched and Dean frowned, "Never heard of it."

"I doubted you would. It's old, very old, very powerful. I've been looking for the blade for centuries and almost nabbed it when one of my droogs—Smitty—got wind of one of Abaddon's protégés who had knowledge of the blade."

"And what does that have to do with us?" Dean sighed.

"Well, before Smitty had a chance to get the protégé, daddy Winchester did." Crowley uncrossed his legs and leaned forward. "I was hoping to have a peek inside Johnny's dear diary, see if there might be a lead to the blade and then… off to see the wizard."

Dean raised an eyebrow at Crowley and I bit my lip.

"You want to hunt...with us?" Dean scoffed.

Crowley's eyes flickered over to me and I glared in response. "You want me to help with your angel problem?" Crowley asked calmly before screaming at the top of his lungs. "Then you'll help me get the blade and kill that uppity little whore!"

"All right Al Pacino, cool your jets." Dean sneered. I tugged at his sleeve and jerked my head towards the office to let him know that I wanted to speak to him privately. His gaze flickered to Crowley for a moment before he looked at me and nodded.

"If you'll excuse us for one moment, your highness," I said disdainfully and Crowley rolled his eyes.

"Make it snappy."

We walked briskly to the cramped office and Dean shut the door behind us. Papers were strewn all over the floor and a filing cabinet had been knocked over from when its previous occupants had vacated the warehouse.

"What's up?" Dean asked me.

I bit my tongue and looked at him nervously. "Look, Dean, this is a bad idea."

He frowned. "Bad idea? This was your idea."

I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. "I know, I know, it's just— I didn't know Crowley was going to ask us to do this."

Dean's eyes narrowed. "Do you know something about this blade?"

I looked down at my palms. "In the TV show, Crowley comes to find you to get the blade."

"And I agreed to hunt with him?" He asked in disbelief.

I sat down on the overturned filing cabinet and shrugged. "Well, you were in a dark spot. Gadreel had been cast out of Sam at the point. Kevin was dead, Sam wasn't talking to you. You wanted a win, I guess, so you decided to go after Abaddon with Crowley."

Dean took a step closer to me and crossed his arms. "Okay, but that doesn't tell me why getting this blade is a bad idea."

"The first blade belongs to the father of murder, Dean." He looked at me blankly and I rolled my eyes. "Cain, it's Cain's blade."

Dean's eyes widened. "Cain? Like 'Cain and Abel' Cain?"

I nodded. "Yeah, and the blade is useless unless you have the Mark of Cain. I haven't seen that far so I don't know what it'll do to you, but I'm sure it's nothing good."

Dean sighed. "Look, Avery, it was your idea to go to Crowley for help, and unless you know of another way to get Gadreel out of Sam then this is what I'm going to do."

I felt anxiety broil in the pit of my stomach. "Dean, I have a really bad feeling about this. The way the show is set up…It probably means this is going to have huge consequences later on. I really don't think you should—"

"My mind is made up," Dean snapped and I fell silent. Dean sighed at the chastened look on my face and then asked softly, "Are you going to help me, or not?"

My stomach did somersaults at the look he was giving me and I cursed his stupid handsome face in my head. "Of course I'll help you."

Dean's lips quirked up slightly before he nodded and we left the tiny office towards Crowley who was waiting impatiently.

"Are you ladies done gossiping?"

Dean's jaw clenched. "We'll help you but you have to deliver on the first half of our deal first. Find Gadreel's vessel, then we'll go find your blade."

"Done, who'd like to seal the deal, hmm?" Crowley looked at me. "We've done business before, would you like to do the honors? Or how 'bout you," Crowley's gaze flickered to Dean. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure…"

Dean clicked his tongue in disgust and I rolled my eyes. "I'll do it." I took a step forward but Dean's firm grasp on my shoulder stopped me in my tracks.

"Hell no, I'm not going to let you lock lips with that limey bastard."

I quirked an eyebrow. "Are you volunteering?"

Dean grimaced and loosened his grip on my shoulder. I smirked at him. "That's what I thought."

I walked up to Crowley and crossed my arms, "All right, let's get this over with." Crowley smirked at Dean over my shoulder and I turned to frown back at Dean. What was he looking at—

"Mm!" Crowley twined his fingers in my hair and wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me flush against him before smashing his lips against mine. I tried to pull away but he tightened his grip and dipped his tongue into my mouth forcefully. Ugh gross.

"Alright, that's enough!" Dean growled and yanked Crowley off of me. He looked absolutely murderous. I wiped my lips and grimaced. What the hell was Crowley's deal?

Crowley cocked an eyebrow at Dean. "Hit a nerve have I?"

Dean stood there, huffing like an enraged bull, but I pulled him back. "Let's get out of here." I turned to Crowley. "You'll let us know when you have Gadreel's vessel?"

He nodded and then vanished. Dean visibly relaxed and I looked at him warily. "It's okay Dean, Crowley was just trying to be a dick."

Dean's lips thinned and his jaw twitched.

"Are you okay?" I couldn't fathom why he looked so pissed. Crowley had been a prick but nothing out of the ordinary. In fact this was pretty tame for the demon.

He looked down at me and his glare softened fractionally. "I'm fine, let's get out of here."

I was lounging across my bed in the motel reading my book and Dean was flicking through the channels of the TV while we waited for news from Crowley.

"Previously on Dr. Sexy M.D…"

I glanced up and smiled when Dean tossed the remote to the side and reclined back into his bed, content with his choice. Dean seemed to feel my eyes on him and he looked at me.

"What's so funny?"

I opened my mouth to reply but the room was suddenly filled with muffled grunts and protests from the man that had just appeared in our hotel room. His hands were bound behind his back and there was a gag in his mouth. Standing next to him, looking quite bored, was Crowley.

"What the hell?" Dean jumped up out of bed and I did the same.

"Crowley! Why the hell is he tied up?" I demanded angrily and made my way over to Gadreel's thrashing vessel.

"He was being difficult." Crowley drawled.

"Hey, it's okay we're not going to hurt you." I tried to reassure him but he kept tugging at his bindings frantically and tried to move away. I pulled the gag out of his mouth and he started to scream.

"Help! Help me!"

Shit.

"Hey, please don't scream. I'm gonna untie you okay? I'll explain everything. I just need you to calm down." I said and he eyed me warily still panting from the exertion. I slowly undid the ropes around his wrists and then stepped back carefully with my hands in the air.

"See? Nothing to worry about—" I reeled back in pain when he punched me right in the nose. Blood poured out of my nostrils and tears pooled in my eyes. "Son of a—"

Dean tackled the guy to the ground as he tried to escape the room and Crowley rolled his eyes at me while I tried to stem the bleeding. I could already feel my nose starting to swell, the ache radiating inwards and pressing against my skull. I could already tell that I would have a raging headache and bruises under my eyes as a result.

"What the fuck, dude!" I hissed.

Dean pinned the guys arms behind his back and sat on him so he couldn't escape. "You okay?"

"She'll live." Crowley waved his hand at me dismissively. I tried to sneer at him but the movement made my nose throb so I stopped. "What matters is I delivered on my end of the deal. Now, it's your turn."

"Get off of me!" Gadreel's vessel struggled and cursed underneath Dean's weight. Dean cuffed him up the backside of his head. "Shut up you douchebag, you just punched a girl in the face."

"It's okay, Dean." I tilted my head up and pinched my nostrils closed, wincing at the pain it caused. "Hey, asshat, what's your name?"

The guy stopped squirming underneath Dean. "I'm not telling you." He spat.

Crowley rolled his eyes again. "His name is Anthony Danton, now can we please go and find my blade."

I scowled at Crowley without thinking, another wave of pain shooting across my face. I cursed before addressing him, "Would it kill you to wait a little longer? I need to sort this out first." I made my way over to Anthony before kneeling next to him.

"The reason we brought you here is because we need you to let an angel possess you."

He immediately relaxed and sighed, "You mean Gadreel."

My eyes widened in surprise and when I looked up at Dean, he looked just as surprised as I felt. "He told you his real name?"

Anthony frowned. "Of course he did…why wouldn't he? He's an angel."

I paused for a moment. "So you'll do it?" I asked uneasily.

"Yes, it's my duty to God to help his messengers complete their tasks on earth…can you let me up now?"

I glanced at Dean and shrugged slightly. He frowned but loosened his grip and stood up slowly. Anthony got up as well and rubbed his wrists.

"I'm sorry I punched you. Gadreel warned me that demons might come after me so when he picked me up I thought I was done for." Anthony looked over at Crowley who cocked an eyebrow. "Are you an angel too then?"

Crowley snorted and I glared at him. "Yeah, you could say that."

Crowley crossed his arms. "Now, darling, remember our little errand? It's about time we start leaving."

I closed my eyes for a moment and wiped the blood from my face gingerly before turning to address Anthony. "Okay, Anthony, I need you to stay here until it's time for Gadreel to take you as his vessel. Crowley is going to send over some guards to make sure the demons can't get to you."

"Excuse me?" Crowley said from behind me and I continued to speak over him.

"We need to do something really quick before that happens, okay?"

Anthony's jaw clenched but he nodded. I turned to Crowley and cocked an eyebrow. He popped out of the room and then popped back with two demons flanking his sides. They were both wearing sharp black suits with red ties.

"Happy?" Crowley drawled.

I closed my eyes and sighed. "Overjoyed. Now we can leave."

The door to daddy Winchester's storage unit was rusted and squeaked loudly in the otherwise deafening silence when Dean opened it. I held the makeshift ice pack Dean had made me out of a motel towel and ice to my nose. I hadn't asked him to do it. Before we got into the car, he had handed it to me wordlessly so I swallowed my surprise and accepted it graciously.

"Charming." Crowley said after a cursory glance over the room. There were shelves upon shelves of lock boxes and weapons stacked all around the walls as well as bottles of unknown powders and other substances.

I followed Dean cautiously to a grated metal door that led deeper into the room. He unlocked it and stepped over the devil's trap that was painted on the floor in front of the door. Crowley looked down at it unamused. "Really?"

I shrugged and followed Dean. The second I stepped foot in the devil's trap a wave of nausea hit me and I stumbled, dropping the ice pack. The bloodied towel hit the ground and burst open, ice skittering out in all directions.

Shit. I was going to regret losing that later.

"Whoa, hey there," Dean caught me before I could hit the ground. "You okay? What's going on?"

"I think I'm gonna be sick," I mumbled shakily and tried to swallow the bile that was making its way up my throat. Dean glanced around hastily before his eyes landed on a metal chair in the back corner and he pulled me towards it. The second I'd stepped back out of the trap I felt my strength return and the nausea disappear. The throbbing ache from my nose remained, however.

"Whoa," I blinked and Dean frowned at me and then back at the devil's trap before he realized what I had.

"Didn't know that was a thing." He let go of my arms. I glared at the trap and then at what used to be my icepack.

"Yeah, me neither, guess I'll just wait out here then." I looked at Crowley and he smirked.

Dean walked back through the door and rifled for a moment while Crowley and I stood next to each other awkwardly.

"So," He started, his voice rumbling deep in his chest, "What else have you crazy kids been up to? It's been awhile since the Winchesters have bothered me."

I shrugged, "Nothing, really."

Crowley cocked an eyebrow at me. "So you didn't kill one of Abaddon's droogs off of I-70?"

My cheeks burned with shame. "Does everyone know about that?"

Crowley shrugged. "Demons talk. And, I'm almost positive Dean didn't give you those." Crowley glanced at my neck and I covered the bruises with my hand that the demon had left there. Crowley leaned in and whispered. "Dean doesn't seem like the kinky type."

I rolled my eyes.

"But I'm proud, didn't know you had it in you." Crowley shrugged.

"Yeah," I muttered and kicked at one of the ice cubes on the ground. It slid under one of the tables with a faint clinking sound, "You don't know a lot of things about me."

"Here we go," Dean called out and Crowley and I made our way over to the grate that separated the two rooms from each other. "Looks like my dad was working with another hunter when he nabbed Abaddon's pet."

Dean held up a picture of a woman with short blonde hair. She had an angry but beautiful kind of face, one that said that she wouldn't be fucked with.

"So this is T." I nodded. I could remember that she existed, and she was the next step to finding Cain, but that's where my memory sputtered out. I had no name, no address, nada. What's the point of knowing all this stuff if it was as useful as dirt?

"Tara," Dean elaborated and slid the picture into his pocket. "Never met her, but according to this," He held up the file he'd found the picture in without looking away. His eyebrows were furrowed as he read the report his father had left behind of the encounter, "They interrogated the demon and then exorcised him…aha bingo."

He tapped the file and looked up, "Before they gave him the one way ticket downtown, he mentioned the first blade."

"Yeah yeah yeah, skip to the good part." I waved my hand. "Where is she?"

Dean shrugged, "No clue, rest of the file's empty."

My face fell. "Empty? That's impossible, I could've sworn there was an address there."

"Well, there isn't." Dean put the file away and Crowley narrowed his eyes at me.

"You could have sworn, huh? And how's that work, seeing as I've only just come to you with this case?" He asked me.

Oh shit. I'd completely forgotten that Crowley didn't know that I knew the future. All he knew was that I had access to other dimensions…in theory.

Dean tossed the folder on the table, "Alternate dimension, dickhead. She saw it and guessed that it might be the same here too."

Crowley just stared at me, no sign that he'd been convinced had crossed his face.

I cleared my throat, "Well, how we going to find Tara then?"

Dean smirked at me, "There are other ways of finding people. Even without an address, sweetheart."

A couple of hours later we walked up to Tara's shop. I was grumpy and my face was sore but I still managed to smirk up at Dean and the small pleased smile on his face.

"Gotta admit, Dean, I'm impressed."

Dean went to shrug nonchalantly like it was no big deal before I finished flatly, "First me, now Tara? Your ability to stalk people really outmatches every psycho out there."

Dean scowled at me while I continued to smirk at him. Crowley clucked his tongue in disgust, "Get a room."

I immediately felt my cheeks burn and Dean's scowl deepened. Crowley pushed his way into the shop and Dean growled under his breath, "Dick."

We followed him in and the blonde woman behind the counter stiffened. She had sharp blue eyes, muscular arms, and although she had aged considerably, she still had that same angry but beautiful face from the photo John had kept of her.

She cocked her head and watched the two men that flanked me for a moment before her eyes landed on the bruises on my neck and the ones blossoming under my eyes from my damaged nose.

"You all right, hun?" She asked dangerously.

"Tara?" I asked.

"Who's asking?" She asked warily. Crowley took a step closer and Tara winced, holding her knee as if it had caused her pain.

"I'm John Winchester's son, Dean." Dean pointed at himself and then towards us. "These are associates of mine and we were hoping you could help us with a case we're working on."

Tara narrowed her eyes at him. "Well, didn't you grow up pretty," she whipped out a shotgun and we all put our hands up, "and stupid. You think you can bring a demon in here without me knowing about it?"

Dean sighed and Tara glared at Crowley. "Ever since 92' I get a painful little tickle in what's left of my knee when there's a demon around. Wanna tell me why John Winchester's son is slumming it with a demon? And explain to me why your girlfriend looks like a domestic abuse phone call waiting to happen."

"Oh this isn't…I'm not—" I walked forward and staggered sickly, the room spinning under my feet. Crowley immediately took a step backwards from where I was standing and Dean caught me before I could fall in a crumpled heap.

"Trap," I whispered to Dean weakly. His eyes widened with understanding and he tried to pull me away from the counter.

Tara cocked the shotgun. "Don't touch her or I shoot."

I felt Dean's fist tighten around my bicep quickly before he lowered me down and stepped away. My limbs seemed to get heavier and heavier with each passing moment in the trap.

"What the hell is wrong with her?" Tara demanded.

"It's complicated. Stepping into devil's traps hurts her." Dean growled, "But she's a friend, a good one. I need her help, and she can't help me if she's rotting in that trap."

The edges of my vision started to blur and darken as I tried to prop myself up on all fours.

"Good friend, huh? What do you want?" Tara repeated.

Dean gritted his teeth. "You and my old man captured a demon who knew about the first blade. We need that blade to kill the last knight of hell."

Tara's eyes widened. "All of the knights are dead."

"Yeah, well one isn't."

"P-Please…" My limbs gave out from under me and I fell the rest of the way to the floor. I shivered and could almost feel the lines of the devil's trap burning cold underneath me.

"No, she can wait there until you explain everything." Tara bit out.

Sweat started to bead on my forehead and breathing got more and more difficult. I couldn't understand what anyone was saying anymore. It was like they were speaking from underwater, muted and thick. The throbbing pain behind my eyes intensified and my stomach heaved and rolled. It felt like I was lying on the deck of a boat during a tropical storm. I closed my eyes to try and alleviate the nausea.

Dean's voice took a sharp angry tone and I could hear Crowley's cool low grumble interject. I managed to open my eyes in time to see Tara close hers and sigh. She kicked a corner of the Persian rug I was lying on up, and revealing the red devil's trap. With one foot she scratched away the paint and as soon as the line was broken I felt cool clean air rush into my lungs, as if I had been holding my breath. My vision cleared and strength returned to my limbs all at once.

Dean was at my side in moments and pulled me up on my feet in one smooth motion. Despite being freed from the effects of the trap my legs were still weaker then usual so Dean had to hold me up so I didn't collapse again. My fists were curled around the fabric of his shirt across his chest and his hands were wrapped around my arms just beneath my elbows.

I looked up at him and his eyes were stern. "You okay?"

He smelled like gun powder, cheap motel soap, whiskey, and leather. His entire body radiated heat through the layers of clothing he was wearing, and the muscles underneath were taught and firm. I swallowed and tried not to blush. "Yeah, I'm fine." It came out more defensive and angry then I'd meant it, but Dean seemed to understand.

"You really are just like John," Tara shook her head. With one hand she pulled out a strange silver flask and pulled out the stopper with her teeth before dumping it over us. I realized a second before it hit me that the liquid inside was holy water, and I braced myself for the acidic burning pain it would bring. I buried my face in Dean's chest in case my eyes flickered and betrayed my demonic attributes. When the water hit me I jumped but didn't cry out. It didn't hurt nearly as much as it had when Dean tortured me. It itched and left my skin a little sore, like a bad mosquito bite, but nothing like it had been before. Dean's hold on me tightened infinitesimally as if he was also expecting a more violent reaction. When nothing happened his grip loosened and I pulled myself away with some difficulty. I managed to keep myself upright by leaning heavily on the far end of the counter away from Tara.

"See?" Dean said tightly, "Not a demon." He wiped the water from his face. "Now can you help us or not?"

Tara looked at us with pursed lips before stowing her shotgun and pulling out a folder she kept in a safe behind the counter. Dean and Crowley hunched over the papers that Tara had laid out, but I stayed in my corner where I knew I could hold myself up and away from Tara. I didn't want to make her more antsy than she needed to be.

"The demon said the archangels used a weapon that could kill the knights of hell. Your dad and I'd never heard of anything like the knights or the first blade, so your dad killed it. Thought the demon was lying to try and save itself." Tara looked up at Dean. "I thought different. After a lovely weekend with John—"

Dean's eyebrows shot up in surprise and Crowley got a lewd look on his face.

"We went our separate ways and I kept looking for the damn thing. I thought, 'Hell, hunters could use a weapon like that.' I looked everywhere, ruined my knee, my life," She turned back to the safe behind the counter and pulled out a rack of bottles and a map. "The closest I ever got to the blade was a locater spell. One I could never finish."

She set down the rack with a heavy clunk. "Couldn't find one ingredient— essence of Kraken."

"Kraken?" Crowley perked up. "I've got a whole warehouse full of kraken essence in Belize. Back in a snap." He clicked his fingers and disappeared.

Tara scoffed and looked at Dean. "If John ever heard about the kind of company you keep, he'd be rolling in his grave."

Dean's jaw clenched.

"Even if that blade's real, it ain't worth dealing with demons." She crossed her arms.

"I promise," I started bitterly from my corner, "Abaddon's way worse." Tara seemed to understand the haunted and hateful look in my eyes and nodded.

"He's a pain in the ass," Dean said. "but he's helpful. After we get what we need I'll deal with him. Trust me."

Tara got a wistful far away kind of smile, a little sad, a little bitter, "You sound just like your dad…when he said he'd call me." Her eyes flickered over to me and I frowned. Dean followed Tara's gaze and a muscle in his jaw jumped. I felt like something monumental had just been communicated by the two hunter's, but the first explanation the jumped to mind didn't make sense so I let it go.

We arrived at a farmhouse in Missouri a couple of hours later and Crowley was almost vibrating with excitement until we got out of the Impala and his foot touched the loose soil of the farmhouse property.

"Wait," He looked around nervously, "Something's wrong. I feel something…dark."

"Cain." I whispered. Even I could feel his presence. It felt red and metallic, a burning anger and hate that bubbled beneath the surface waiting to overflow into a pure murderous rage.

"What?" Crowley growled. "Cain! He's here? And you knew!"

"Yup, that blade is at the bottom of the ocean. We came here for something else." I nodded and started to make my way towards the house, Dean followed right behind me and Crowley continued to curse and protest.

"No, we have to leave now! I can get the blade without having to speak to Cain."

I looked at him over my shoulder. "The blade's power comes from Cain, smart ass. And good luck finding the blade on your own. The ocean is a pretty big place."

Crowley cursed again and had to jog to catch up to us. Bees floated around us lazily as we got closer and just around the corner of the house I could see the white stacks of several bee hives. Cain, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen.

When we made it to the door we found that it was unlocked. Dean shrugged at me silently and pushed through, his eyes darting around and taking in every detail of the small home. It was…quaint. Much quainter than I remembered from the show, and quainter than I expected for the father of murder. Rustically furnished with a lot of honey colored wood, it had faded green wallpaper with pictures of roses decorated the walls and the puffy yellow couches in the living area. There were small windows made of stained glass framing the fireplace.

Dean made his way over to the mantle and picked up the round black and white portrait of a woman. I looked at her over Dean's shoulder. She had thick dark hair that was pulled back in an elegant bun and her lips were pulled up crookedly in a coquettish smirk. I didn't need the name scrawled across her chest to know it was Colette, Cain's wife. I shivered a little and felt a heavy pit in my stomach. Had I met her before? When she was alive, had I known her? Everything about her face and the way she held herself felt so familiar.

There was a clatter in the kitchen and we all looked at each other. I suddenly felt apprehensive and began to doubt whether coming to confront Cain had been a good idea. Every single muscle in my body screamed to get the hell out of the house, but I ignored it.

Dean squared his shoulders and we waited for Cain to round the corner.

The effect was immediate. When his eyes landed on me they flashed with surprise that almost instantly turned into rage. I froze like a deer caught in headlights.

"You."

Dean looked at me confused when suddenly Cain barreled towards us like a freight train. Dean stepped in front of me. "Hey—"

Cain swept him to the side with one hand and Dean went flying into a bookshelf that lined the wall. Dean fell to the ground, the wind knocked out of him. Crowley stayed off to the side with his hands up as if to let Cain know that he wouldn't get in the way. Cain wrapped his hand around my throat and pushed me up against the wall.

"What the fu—" I choked out and squirmed from under the weight of his fingers.

Dean rolled onto his knees wheezing and struggled to stand.

"I swore to kill you if I ever saw your face again." Cain growled. I started to cry out when I felt his searing rage flow through me like electricity, burning me from the inside out.

Dean finally managed to stand. He pulled out his gun and held it up to Cain's temple, Crowley stood to the right as pale as a sheet. "You put her down right now or I'll blow your brains out." Dean growled and Cain glared at him, his eyes burning red with hate.

"Give it your best shot, boy, there's only one thing on this planet that can kill me." His fist closed tighter against my throat and I wheezed as the pain pushed the rest of the air out of my lungs.

Dean pulled the trigger and Cain's head whipped to the side with the force of the shot.

Grey matter and bits of bone fragments sprayed the wall opposite Cain, and the grip on my throat loosened enough to let me drag in a lungful of air. Cain straightened out his neck and I watched as the gaping hole that cut through his head started to fill and heal.

Dean watched in shock and disgust at the process that took seconds at best. Cain glared at Dean and with one hand threw him against the wall across the room and pinned him there telekinetically. Crowley in turn fell to his knees and then was pushed down onto his stomach like the gravity around him had suddenly started to grow stronger and stronger. Cain's fury shifted back to me and his grip tightened again.

"Let her go, you bastard!" Dean roared and fought whatever hold Cain had put him in.

"You took everything from me—" The pain doubled and then tripled. It was nothing like I'd ever felt before. I could feel my blood pounding through me like an iron mallet. It started to trickle out of my nose and ears and I could feel it filling my lungs, lungs that were already starved for air.

"You took her—" Cain was so enraged that he couldn't finish the sentence.

"P-Please—" I cried.

Cain roared, threw me to the floor, and disappeared into the kitchen. I landed heavily and cracked my head against the coffee table. Blood poured down my face and stung my eyes. I coughed and gasped before trying to crawl away shakily. My head swam, everything in the room was doubled and I shook my head to try and clear my vision.

Cain returned with a long carving knife in his right hand. I backed away from him hurriedly but there was no way for me to escape. Cain yanked me up by my hair and I cried out in pain. He held the knife to my throat, but before he could slit it I yelled, "Colette wouldn't want this!"

Cain went rigid and froze.

I panted. "S-she wanted you to stop killing. Don't break your promise."

"How dare you," He seethed and pressed the knife deeper. "How dare you use her memory…"

"I don't remember what I did!" I added terrified. "Something…happened, my memories they're—I'm sorry but I can't remember."

The knife dug into my skin and I could feel a trickle of blood roll down my neck.

I looked up at Cain whose eyes were shut tightly and whose entire body was trembling with despair and anger. His eyes opened and they glowed red.

"You're the reason Colette's dead."

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Lucy