We pull up to a church that has had better years. The stained glass windows are now broken with rock holes and the exterior is painted with mold and ivory. The weeds are grown up to our knee's and there is a stained cross against the top of the church, where a real one once was. Dean stands at the edge of the sidewalk staring onto the church.

"here we go" he says out loud, his words flowing with the wind. I wait for him to take a step forward but he stays where he is. I grab a hold of his hand and begin the walk down the cracked concrete. We reach the door after 18 steps and I push it open. As both doors creak open we stare ahead, waiting to see a desolate, rotted inside. As the sun shines through the broken glass our eyes adjust to the beautiful congregation space in front of us. The pews are painted a crisp white, matching the inside pillars and walls. The wood around them are a deep mahogany, making everything around it brighter. The floor is all tile, sparkling as if it was just waxed and cleaned. We take slow steps down the isle towards the alter. The large arch window lets in more light, it beams light over the statue of Jesus on the cross that sits s on a stand behind the podium. We look at each other with confused eyes before turning them away to glare more at the beauty of this place. "Helllloo!" Dean hollers out, his voice echoes through the empty building. We wait for a response, but nothing comes. When our eyes connect we both shrug and Dean then moves around some more, his hand grasping the knife we picked up along the way. He moves over to a door that's in the back of the church and his head nods for me to follow him. I do so quietly and he pushes the door open slowly. We begin our descent down into a basement and pause whenever a stair creaks underneath our feet. Dean reaches the bottom of the stairs first and he quickly jolts his body to the right and forces the knife in front of him in fighting position. I stay where I am, knowing he doesn't want me to move into eye sight.

"What do you want?" an old voice emits from the darkness.

"We're looking for Pastor Gideon" Dean says loudly, asserting himself as powerful.

"Who else is here?" I hear a follow up question.

I look at Dean who's eyes are fighting turning to me. He wants me to stay quiet, he knows he made a mistake saying 'we're' and is ready to defend and protect me if necessary. The rational part of my brain kicks in and I remember that Dean is suppose to be there, he didn't know he would bring someone else. I step down from where I am hidden with my hands up, as to not pose a threat, "I'm Hayden. I'm Dean's girlfriend." I smile softly towards the older gentleman.

His eyes squint "no, no, Sam did not say he would be with anyone else. What are you trying to pull?" He demands.

"nothing, there was just a communication error" I stare at the man holding a shotgun. Dean's arms are still tense as the man focuses the gun on me. I keep my hands up defenseless and take a step forward.

"Stop! Stop right there!"The gun jerks forward to enforce his power.

Dean's hand jerks forward a little bit, his face contorted with anger and determination to protect us. I turn my head to Dean "It's alright, put the knife down." I tell him.

His eyes widen "no" he says flatly.

"Dean, this isn't going anywhere. We're in his church, put down the knife" I explain.

He sighs, so I know he is considering it, a few moments pass before he slowly lowers his knife.

"eh, eh, on the ground. Kick it over!" The man says as Dean was reaching to put it in his belt loop. Dean's eyes continue to bulge with anger but he does as the man says. The man slowly picks up our only form of defense while keeping the gun trained on me.

"Can we call Sam, and you can ask him all about me?" The man considers it before nodding once. Dean takes out his cell phone slowly as the man adjusts his gun back on me. He dials Sam's number and then puts it on speaker phone.

His phone rings 3 times before he picks up "what's up Dean?" his younger brother speaks up.

Dean begins to open his mouth but the man holding the gun speaks up first "Hello Sam, it's Pastor Gideon. How are you today?" his voice sounds cheery but his face does not match.

"Oh, uh, Hi.. Is everything okay?" Sam asks knowing how strange it is for someone else to be using Dean's cell.

"well not really," he begins to say "you see, you did not tell me Dean would be bringing any company, and knowing everything I know, I just can't trust everyone" he tells Sam.

"Company? You mean Hayden?" He asks with a twitch in his voice

The man nods "that seems to be her name" he adds

"Dean's girlfriend, yes, she's there to help with anything she can. Sorry I forgot to mention it" Sam apologizes.

"Well your lucky we weren't shot!" Dean hollers into the phone frustrated at his brother.

"Sorry, man" Sam apologizes again to us.

I finally speak up "look, we really want to get started on these commandment things, can we just move on now? You have our only weapon, we're defenseless." I speak to the man behind the gun.

"You two split up" he nods over to his left for me to move away from Dean. I do what he says, trusting this will all turn out okay and he walks over to me. He stands behind me and puts the gun to my back. Dean's eyes burn black, and a quick shiver runs down my spine as the memory of him being a Demon floods over me. I push the thought out of my head. "Lift up your shirt, turn around. Lift up your pant legs" the man tells Dean, making sure he is not carrying any more weapons. Dean does as he is told and shortly after the man beings to pat me down. I stand still, letting him check me for weapons and when all is said and done he finally lowers the weapon and steps back into the middle of the room "sorry about all of that, you never can be too careful. Follow me" he turns around and begins to walk away.

Dean shuffles over to me and puts his hand on my lower back "are you okay?" his eyes back to green and filled with concern for me.

I smile sincerely "yes, it's fine" I tell him honestly. He nods and we move forward following the Pastor.

The man takes a seat behind his desk, which is covered in old papers, books, and food remains. He moves some things aside by just picking them up and putting them on the floor, on top of more books and papers. We sit down on the old dusty chairs. "Sorry about all the fuss, you never can be too sure" he smiles before throwing some holy water on us. We both jerk back unexpectedly and the man puts down the flask "now we can get started." We wipe our faces off and I can feel Dean trying to remain calm and composed.

"So you are pastor Gideon?" I ask starting the introductions. He nods and puts his hand out for a handshake.

I reach mine forward and shake it firmly "Hayden, it's a pleasure to meet you" I explain.

"Pleasure's mine" He says back moving his hand to Dean. Dean does not take it, still angry with the events that just unfolded. "You must be Dean" the pastor says putting his hand down.

"Yup" Dean says impolitely. "Where should we start?" He asks wanting to jump right into things.

The man cocks his head to the side and looks at us "wasting no time, alright. Well, do you know even know all of the 10 commandments?" Dean and I shake our heads together. He sits there looking at us for a minute before opening the desk drawer and pulling out a large leather bound book.

"What's that?" Dean asks when it touches the desk.

"Ugh, the Bible son" the pastor says flatly. Dean looks at me and I smirk to him, I know he's nervous.

The man scratches his scraggly white beard before opening the book "alright, Exodus 20.." he says flipping through pages. "Here we go" he says and turns the book so it's facing Dean and I. He pushes it forward and we both lean in to read along.

"2 "I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of Egypt, out of the land of slavery."

3 "You shall have no other gods before[] me."

4 "You shall not make for yourself an image in the form of anything in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the waters below. 5 You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me, 6 but showing love to a thousand generations of those who love me and keep my commandments."

7 "You shall not misuse the name of the Lord your God, for the Lord will not hold anyone guiltless who misuses his name."

8 "Remember the Sabbath day by keeping it holy. 9 Six days you shall labor and do all your work,10 but the seventh day is a sabbath to the Lordyour God. On it you shall not do any work, neither you, nor your son or daughter, nor your male or female servant, nor your animals, nor any foreigner residing in your towns. 11 For in six days the Lord made the heavens and the earth, the sea, and all that is in them, but he restedon the seventh day. Therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy."

12 "Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you."

13 "You shall not murder."

14 "You shall not commit adultery."

15 "You shall not steal."

16 "You shall not give false testimony against your neighbor."

17 "You shall not covet your neighbor's house. You shall not covet your neighbor's wife, or his male or female servant, his ox or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor."

18 When the people saw the thunder and lightning and heard the trumpet and saw the mountain in smoke, they trembled with fear. They stayed at a distance19 and said to Moses, "Speak to us yourself and we will listen. But do not have God speak to us or we will die."

20 Moses said to the people, "Do not be afraid. God has come to test you, so that the fear of God will be with you to keep you from sinning."

21 The people remained at a distance, while Moses approached the thick darkness where God was."

After Pastor Gideon is done speaking I turn my head to Dean whose face is as white as his knuckles from clenching them tightly. I put my hand on his shoulder and he comes back to reality and lets out a deep exhale. He looks to me and his eyes are vast with unknowing "how am I going to do this? The first one alone is a struggle for me" he tells me before turning his head to the man "there's no other way to remove the mark of Cain from a child?" He asks him.

"Afraid not" he says "I've done extensive research involving the mark once I learned Lucifer was free, for he was the first one to have control over it before putting the burden on Cain, this is the only way."

"Lucifer had the mark of Cain?" Dean asks

"Yes, only it was not called the mark of Cain until he murdered his brother. Only then did the mark manifest itself unto a human, causing darkness to run within him."

I open my mouth to ask another question "what was the mark called before then?"

The mans eyes get jut a bit darker before speaking "the translation relates loosely to.. darkness" his eyes drift away from ours.

I reach over and put my hand on Dean's knee and squeeze "we will just start somewhere else.. what commandment do you think will be easiest for you to adjust too?" I ask him looking back down at the book.

He looks down with bewilderment "I don't even know! Half of these things are part of the job. Murder, stealing.." he trails off.

"Dean.." I sigh out "you're gonna have to stop hunting while you are doing this"

"and do what instead? Sit around on my ass and dwell over all of this?" he starts to get louder.

"no, not at all. You can still do things to help, but the actual hunting part and what goes with it.. you'll never be able to truly obtain the mindset we need you to have" I explain further. "Why don't we start with something easy, you shall not steal" I say putting my finger underneath the words as I read it out loud.

Dean is looking at me again dumbfounded "Hayden, how do you expect us to live without stealing? Hunting doesn't exactly pay any bills!"

"It's alright, I've got money put away.. I can take care of us." I assure him. I am cut off from my parents financially but have been saving all of money even before that happened. I have a good amount saved that will help us out.

"whatever," Dean rolls his eyes and looks back down "okay, and how the hell am I suppose to honor my parents when they are both dead?"

"It's more than to juts honor your parents, you are not to despise or anger your parents and others in authority, but respect, obey, love, and serve them." Pastor Gideon explains to us.

"I think those 2 are good to start with!" I stand up, wanting to get Dean out of the church before he explodes. "Can we come back tomorrow Pastor?" I ask him while Dean stands up slowly.

"Yes, I recommend you do. There is a lot to go over." He says standing up after we are. "Only this time, let's use the back entrance. I don't want people seeing anyone come in and our of the church" he moves away from the desk and we follow him across the room to a back door. He opens the door and gestures for us to move past him "I'll see you tomorrow" he says.

"See you tomorrow" I say back, Dean walks ahead of me and as I follow him up the stairs I hear the door behind us close. We make our way up and Dean pushes open the cellar like doors. We walk out in silence, the bright sun burning our eyes as the adjust from the dim lit basement. We find our way to the sidewalk and when we reach the car Dean stops and looks at me "we can't even take this car.. I stole it." his eyes tired.

My mouth twists and I think for a minute "well, let's just go return it where we got it and go from there." I smile to try and lift his spirit up. He shrugs and gets in the driver side door.

After we drop the car off and walk our way back to the motel I can tell Dean is exhausted and doesn't want to talk about anything yet. He makes his way over to the bar across the street while I go back to the room and take a bath. I'm in the tub for at least 40 minutes by the time I get out and Dean still hasn't returned to the room.

I dry off and change into a pair of jeans, black tank top and a leather jacket. I make my way over to the bar. When I walk inside, everything is foggy. The bar is covered with cigarette smoke and it takes me a minute to spot him since his back is turned away from the door. But there he is, throwing darts in the back of the room with a familiar looking fake red headed female hanging on his arm, giggling way to loudly. I make my way over to him taking 2 big deep breaths, when I reach where they are standing a couch to get their attention. Dean and the bimbo turn and they both have giddy drunk smiles on their faces. "Hayddd, my main girl!" He slurs out while trying to wrap his arm around me. I slink away not allowing his arm to touch mine.

He gives me a sad pout and acts offended, but it doesn't last long because shortly after "Hayden, this is Lori.." He swings his arm to the side to introduce me to the girl from last night.

I glance in her direction but she is just staring up at Dean with drunk puppy eyes. She giggled again when he said her name. I focus my attention back to Dean "are you coming back to the room? We've got a lot of stuff to talk about" I try to remind him.

"don't be such a buzzkill. He just got hereeee, like, 5 minutesss ago." the receptionist says to me. I look behind the 2 of them at the table and notice a handful of empty shot glasses.

"He's like.. actually like, been here like, for an hour" I twirl my hair around my finger making fun of her. I know I shouldn't have but jealousy reared it's ugly head and took over me.

"rude" she says rolling her eyes and looking back to Dean "can we finish our game and get more shots?" she asks him popping her gum.

"Ya, stay and do some shots Hayden. Why don't you loosen up?" He pats on the shoulder like we're best buds. "Waitress! more shots!" he hollers over bad music.

I stand there motionless, lips pursed, trying to maintain my composure. The waitress soon returns with 3 shots glasses and I hold it in my hand. Dean and Lori cheers together and I let my glass clink theirs in the air. They take their shot of tequila. When Dean's head comes back down I speak up "you know what, you two enjoy the rest of your time together" I hand the glass over to Lori and turn away. Deans hands find my waist and twist me back around to him. My heart skips a beat but not in a good way.

"Ohh, don't be like that baby.." He coos to me leaning his head down to try and kiss me.

"Stop. Dean. Not now. Let me go" I try and wriggle free from him but can't. he keeps trying to kiss me so I slap him. I hear Lori gasp next to me and deans hands fall from my waist. I storm out of the bar and make my way back to the motel room. I begin to throw things into my bag as fast as possible. It only takes me about 2 minutes. I place the bag on the bed next to me and wait patiently for Dean to return.

I hear him opening the door a few minutes later. He unlocks the door and closes it behind him. He turns the light on and stops still when he sees me sitting there "Hayden" his voice is groggy and deep and his eyes drop down to the floor when he says my name. "I'm so stupid, I'm sorry. I deserved that slap.." he begins to take steps closer to me.

"stop" I say when his feet move and he listens. "I need to know if you're going to give this everything you have or not?" I stare at him intently. "Because if you won't, I'm taking Paul and getting far from this life." His eyes look up to mine when I say that and he looks hurt, so I continue "I love you Dean, but I'm doing what is best for my son. If you won't do this and take it seriously... he will need to grow up outside of a hunters life. And I need to know if you are going to give it everything you have or not." I end my explanation.

"I want to, I just don't think I can do it.." he speaks in a low voice.

"'I want to' isn't an answer, it's a yes or a no. I believe in you Dean, and I know you can do anything you want to do, but you get in your own way. I can't sit by and let those bad decisions get in the way of Paul's life."

"Hayden.." He says my name but nothing more.

I pick up my bag and head to the door determined. Dean stops me before I pass him "wait!" and I stop my feet. "What if I fail?" he asks.

I drop the bag at my feet and take the few steps to him "at least you tried" I say putting my hands on either side of his face lifting it up slightly so he is looking into my eyes "I didn't say you have to succeed, I said you have to try. If and only if you can't do it, then we will find another way. Together. That's the way I want to do this thing Dean, together. Can we do this together?" I ask him

"Yes" he says back. I lean in and kiss him on the cheek. I lean down to pick up my bag but Dean gets it before me. "Can I put this away?" He asks. I nod once and he walks past me and places it next to the bed. He goes into the bathroom and I hear the shower turn on.

I take this opportunity and make my way back over to the bar. I find the familiar looking red head who was hanging around Dean and walk right up to her "Listen here Lori.. Dean and I are going to be here for a little while, and I'm gonna need you to back off.." I get in her drunken face.

"and if I don't?" She asks stupidly

"Trust me" I smirk "You don't want to mess with a woman's baby daddy" I blink quickly.

"Ewww" she says flatly and walks away. I head back to our room with a satisfied smile.