Daughter of Cain

by Silent Wolf Singer

When Cain went to rescue Colette from Abaddon his heart broke as she died in his arm. Though he lost the woman he ever loved, he had to keep his word never to kill again and protect their daughter. See through the eyes of Vivian Colette Mullen the Dame of Hell and Cambion as she deals with the rise of the supernatural. (Chapter 1-11 Rated T. Chapters 12 Rated M)

7. Chapter 7: Blade Runner

Daughter of Cain

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural

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Chapter 7: Blade Runner

Vivian's POV

1957

I was cleaning the chicken coop on a hot summer day in the Mullen Haven. Scooping up the chicken shit, applying new saw, and securing the fences. Cain was tending to the bees, extracting the honey from the hives. Just a typical day of peace. No signs of demons or other supernatural creatures. If Ma were still alive, she would have enjoyed this. The simple country farm life.

Suddenly there was a shift in the barrier.

Before I could react, there was a blade against my back. Sensing the type of blade, it was not angelic, leaving a smirk on my lips.

"That thee wrong type of blade," I murmured.

"True, my dear, not much is known of what kills a cambion." The man said. "Maybe decapitation, a stab and twist in the heart, or fire, maybe."

Turning around, I disarmed him aiming his blade at his throat. The intruder was human, though traces of magic in his system. Warlock? He appeared in his thirties with dark hair and brown eyes, in a suit with a striped bow tie.

"Kitty got skills," He said.

"Who are you?" I demanded, pressing the blade closer to his neck, drawing a bit of blood.

"Cuthbert Sinclair," He answered happily.

"And why are you here?" I seethed.

"I'm a collector, looking for a particular blade," Cuthbert answered.

"You won't find it here," Cain said, appearing behind the intruder with his hand on his neck.

"And you must be Cain, son of Adam and Eve," Cuthbert noted.

"I've seen Men of Letter being ambitious, but not this stupid," Cain said.

"I assure you, I mean no harm, just searching for artifacts to add to my collection." He said

"Well, you'll find the blade at the bottom of the ocean," Cain growled, adding pressure.

"Not that blade," Cuthbert said before vanishing

Cain and I were baffled, not expecting this. Suddenly there was a shot of pain down my spine. I cried out in agony feeling fire going through my veins. My body collapsed to the ground with the weight of gravity. Cain tried to cancel it, yet the magical spell continues. Cuthbert appeared holding a relic.

"Now, about the artifact, I seek." Cuthbert murmured.

"And what is that?" Cain growled.

"Excalibur," Cuthbert replied easily. "So, we can do this the easy way or the hard way."

The Knight of Hell scowled before he went inside to get the artifact from his collection. Father kept weapons throughout history. Excalibur was an excellent back in medieval times when he needs a better weapon to kill instead of the First Blade. But once the dragons went extinct, he kept the blade hidden, seeing no mortal worthy to wield such a powerful weapon. Let alone the demon's selfishness.

Not long, Cain returns with the longsword.

He tossed it over to Sinclair, who caught it.

"Now let her go," Cain ordered.

The human nodded, removing the spell. I panted, feeling the weight leaving from me.

"She is a found gem," Sinclair said. "If you are ever in need to relieve your treasures, seek out for Magnus."

"Go," Cain growled.

With a snap of his fingers, the human vanished.

.o0o.

2014

The demon radio caught Cain and my attention. The word about the First Blade being in a museum. We looked at each other with hesitation if the demons...Abaddon gets hold of the blade. There is no chance for Dean to kill the damn bitch. However, Cain can't be near the blade since it was a high risk for him to relapse.

"I'll go for it and give it to Dean," I offered.

Cain nodded, "Whatever you do, do not physically touch it. I don't know if the temptation will affect you."

If true, Cain was wearing the mark when I was conceived. Though I bear no physical indications of having the Mark of Cain, there could be a chance I hold the same temptations. With some of my artifacts to use just in case, I teleported to Kansas City outside the National Institute of Antiquities. Carefully, I travel through the facilities using my electrokinesis to turn off the power as I walk past the cameras. When I found the vault, two security guards shot each other, and one aim at the camera, destroying it. They were about to evacuate, yet I gave the command to freeze. Both demons were bewildered as they look at me. As I came in closer, I found a dead woman on the ground.

"For Crowley's citizens, you don't have skills in espionage." I murmured.

"We serve Abaddon," one guard growled.

"Oh," I replied. "What about Crowley?"

"The King of Hell has been missing for months."

"Well, prepared to be missing for months as well," I murmured, lifting my hand and concentrated

on the two demons' spiritual forms. The two started to shake as black smoke appeared out of their mouths and onto the ground. I sent their souls straight to hell in the deepest darkest corner where Abaddon could never find them. No one should know where the blade should be.

.o0o.

It wasn't long before the Winchesters arrived getting word of the First Blade's location. I let them go through pretext, chilling on the hood of the Impala. It would be two hours before the two Hunter's return to their vehicle. When they saw me, Dean's eyes widen and groaned.

"What, another home visit?" He grumbled.

"More like a helping hand," I replied. "Got word of the First Blade, came to help."

"As you helped those guards?" He asked.

"Once shot the vessel was dead," I answered. "I made sure those demons were buried in the deepest part of hell, unable to communicate with Abaddon."

"Much appreciated," Sam said, then looked at Dean. "She can be of use, Dean."

Dean contemplated it before sighing, "Fine. But she's going to be blindfolded."

"A bit kinky, sugar?" I chuckled.

"Not like that," Dean muttered. "And get off my car."

Shrugging, I got off the vehicle and went in the back. The Winchesters got in the front and started driving.

"Vivian," Sam started.

"Yes, Sam?" I replied.

"Have you ever encountered a man name, Magnus?"

My body tensed, "Yes."

"When?" Dean asked.

"In 1957, though, the bastard stole something from Cain."

"Ha, someone stealing from Cain," Dean laughed.

"I recall you were doing it," I countered. "Besides, the sword wasn't his prized treasure."

"What is?" Sam asked out of curiosity.

I sighed, "Not all treasures are made of metal and gems."

.o0o.

Being generous, I had them blindfold me and lead the way to their hideout. One foot in, and I could sense how heavily warded the location was. As if the gravity was adding some pressure, but not enough to enable me from using my powers. Once inside, down a flight of stairs, I was aided to a chair where Dean removed the sack. I blinked a few times, amazed by the size of this place and the library. There were many books, many I haven't seen.

"Wait here, while we get Crowley," Dean instructed.

"Dually noted," I said.

Thirty minutes later, they came back with Crowley, cuffing him to a leather chair with some scotch. On the drive over, the Winchester told me of the King of Hell's…addiction. So, it was important that we find Magnus. Sam and Dean brought boxes as they told me we should consider the Men of Letters membership during 1958. There wasn't much since all the members of that time were on the kill list by Abaddon. I thought the spell I put on her would last longer, that this massacre wouldn't occur. But the demoness figured out a way of a loophole. Shaking my head, I focus on finding Magnus or his given name.

"It's not a very good scotch, is it?" Crowley grumbled drinking

"Okay, Crowley, we have gone through the records for the entire membership in 1958. Every single name matches the men who were killed." Sam said.

The once King of Hell was barely paying attention. His focus was on a pornographic magazine called Busty Asian Beauties, "That would be the active membership, correct?"

"Were you two dropped on your heads a great deal?" Crowley replied. "Like I told you, rumor has it that a rogue member was tossed out on his arse. Does that make him active? Seriously, boys, how did you ever function without me?" then turned the page. "Well, hello, Miss Ichigatsu."

Dean picked up a lid and read what was on the cover, "Infamati et obliterati."

"Dishonored and forgotten." I translated.

Later we were sitting at the table pouring over files. There were many Men of Letters who were given the boot back in the day. Or at least in the last century.

"Wow. This guy was something." Dean said, handing Sam the paper.

"Tough name," Sam commented.

"Yeah, Cuthbert Sinclair. I'd have just gone with Magnus." Dean agreed.

I looked over Sam's shoulder to see the picture. "That's him."

"Looks like he designed most of the warding that keeps the bunker safe." Sam read the profile.

"Says here he was named Master of Spell, right after he initiated." Sam Dean added.

"You can say that again," I muttered, shuddering from the memory.

"I guess his work got a little crazy. The leadership called it "eccentric" and "irresponsible," "Sam said.

Dean turned to a larger file, pulling out documents, "Okay, so these are the projects that he proposed the last two years he was here. Look at this - "rejected." "Rejected." "Rejected""

"So difficult - brilliant, ahead of your time, despised for it," Crowley spoke for the first time in hours. "Trust me, I know."

"Formal separation from Men of Letters - April 1956," Dean said.

"And came to Mullen's Haven in 1957," I added. "collecting."

"He missed the massacre," Sam concluded.

"I never knew his name, but I heard someone was out. Did my damndest to find him. Thought he might be my way inside this joint." Crowley commented.

Sam took that in and asked, "So where'd you look?"

All three pairs of eyes were on the demon.

.o0o.

Missouri

The last of the Men of Letters lives in Missouri.

Then again, the First Blade was in Missouri. Still, I would expect Magnus to be in top cities or countries like New York, L.A, or in the countryside of Great Britain. Then again, the Men of Letters of Great Britain have been a pain in the ass since 1965. Last time I was in jolly old England was June 2, 1953, to see Queen Elizabeth the Second's coronation. That was a fun time, especially the age of rock, making a rise.

Anyway, the Winchesters, Crowley, and I walked through the forest cutting down branches. There was the detection of magic, faint that even demons couldn't sense it. I can, though it was vague.

"So, this is where your demons tracked him to?" Dean asked

"Exact spot. My boys never could find him." Crowley answered. "I'm sensing nothing, so if he's here, he's warded up to the gills."

"Well, he was a genius at it, right? Sure, as hell ain't gonna be found by a bunch of demons." Sam added.

"Oh, like he's gonna open his heart to you lot because you're such prizes?" Crowley mocked.

"Well, they were the vessels of the two most powerful archangels." I reminded.

Dean looked. "Better - we're legacies."

The Winchesters and I went to the center of the meadow.

"I'm sensing an opening," I told them. "A change."

"All right, if he's so bent on hiding, maybe he's watching. Give it a shot." Dean said.

Sam cleared his throat then spoke, raising a badge, "Cuthbert Sinclair - uh, Magnus - whatever. We're Sam and

Dean Winchester, Henry Winchester's grandsons."

"And Men of Letters, ourselves," Dean added.

"We know what happened back in the day. We don't necessarily agree with it. We figured...Maybe you want to tell your side of the story." Sam said

There was no response as the Winchesters turned to face Crowley. Sighing, I opened my backpack and pulled out a flask made of silver covered in jewels. The Winchesters looked at it in question, but I stood up, holding it.

"Alright, Magnus, do you want a cup of the Fountain of Youth or not?" I shouted.

The boys were going to ask how I got it until spotting Crowley's reaction. Eyes bewildered, pointing at something behind us. We turned around to see smoke, appearing out of nowhere, transfiguring into a door. The Winchester's exchanged looks before we stepped through the doorway. Next thing we know, we were immediately in a hallway decor in the rare artwork. Securing the flask, I stare at the hunters.

"Which way?" I asked.

Dean motions to the right, and we walked down the hall. When we turned around the corner hearing music from the twenties. Suddenly there were two sets of footprints. Before I could inform the hunters, we were attacked by two vampires. The female vampire jumped onto Sam's back fangs exposed. The male launched at Dean as he got his machete taking his down with ease. Taking the closes, being Sam, I grabbed her by the collar and threw her across the room. Sam quickly grabbed his machete as the female ran forward. Just as she was about to jump, Sam swung his blade, decapitating him.

The tall hunter looked at me, "Thanks."

"No problem," I replied.

There was clapping over what sounded like an intercom as a male voice said, "Bravo! Well done."

We followed the source till reaching the all too familiar Men of Letter. He hasn't aged since the last time I saw him. A man in his late thirties, brown hair kept groomed, and brown eyes. Though this time, he wore a green suit from the fifties. As if he has been trapped in time.

"Awe, the Winchesters, and Miss Vivian, so glad you could visit." He said. "Have a seat, may I offer you all a drink?"

We declined as the hunters took the couch. I took over one of the lone chairs. As I was about to sit down, I saw Excalibur on the fireplace mantel. I hid my frown for a sword like that was never meant to be treated as a decorative centerpiece. No, it should be in its sheath at the ready when a threat comes near. Magnus walked over to the private bar pouring himself a drink.

"Sorry about all the theatricality. I just wanted to see what you three were made of." Magnus explained as he came to take his seat.

"So, what, are we underground?" Dean asked.

"No. No, my fortress is right where you were standing." Magnus answered, taking a sip of his drink. "But, it's invisible."

"Then you must be Cuthbert Sinclair," Sam confirmed.

"Ugh. I haven't gone by that moniker in, oh...57 years now," He said dramatically.

"Well, you're looking good for a guy pushing...90?" Dean tried to compliment.

Magnus grinned, "Well, thanks, sport. There's a spell for damn near everything. I am impressed, though. You did exactly what you should've done. Though I am gonna miss those two from my zoo."

"Your zoo?" I asked.

"Oh, Miss Vivian, you are in the midst of the greatest collection of supernatural rarities and antiquities on the planet." He answered happily, then turned to the Winchesters. "I'm sorry. Did you say that you were Men of Letters? I thought that whole thing died out after '58."

"Well, we are - we are legacies. But, uh... We're hunters." Sam tried to explain.

Magnus chuckled, "Hunters?" then laughed, "Wow! Hunters. With the key to the kingdom! The boys must be spinning in their graves. Damn snobs. Bunch of librarians, if you ask me. Although I was always fond of Henry. I was his mentor, you know? Yeah, till the squares gave me the boot. Yeah. 'Course, he came here to visit me, in secret. Called out to me, same as you did. Oh, yes. Quite the wild hair, your grandfather was."

"Listen," Dean said, getting to the serious part. "Magnus, uh... We got ourselves a little situation. Abaddon, the last Knight of Hell, is looking to up her pay grade and take over the place."

"Things never change, do they?" Magnus replied. "I kept telling the boys repeatedly - I would say, "we could stop all this. We could rid the world of monsters once and for all if we just put our minds to it", but, "oh, no," they said. "No, no, no. It's not our place. We're here to study. We're here to catalog."'

"Yeah, yeah, no, we get it. They're, uh...geeks." Dean agreed.

"Mm," Magnus nodded.

"But she can be stopped. But we need something that we hear you have - the First Blade." Dean continued.

"Hmm. I see. Interesting. But if you'd done your homework, you would know that it's useless, unless, of course, you're possessing the mark -" Magnus said.

Dean rolled up his right sleeve revealing the mark on his arm, "...the Mark of Cain."

Magnus' eyes widen in amazed as he leaned forward. There was a change in the atmosphere as this happened.

"Oh, my. How did you come by that?" Magnus asked.

"Listen, if Abaddon takes over, the one thing she wants more than anything is to make hell on earth. Not even you can escape that." Sam explained, changing the subject.

Magnus chuckled, "And they say all hunters are morons. It's right there behind you, gentlemen."

We turned around to the First Blade on display. My eyes widen to see the jaw of a donkey attached to a handle wrapped in leather. This was the blade Cain used to murder Able to free his hold from the devil and damn the eldest son to an eternity of damnation. There was a massive aura around the weapon. As hints of stains of slain victims coated the ivory. The Winchesters stood up.

"Listen, if you're serious about taking action, this - this is taking action. You loan us that Blade, and we will stop the bitch." Dean promised.

Something did not feel right.

Magnus stood up with a debating look, "Hmm. Let me think about it."

He turned around to the end table by his chair. He pinched some green powder in a silver bowl then faced us. "All right, I've thought about it." blowing the powder of Sam, then recited a Chinese spell. "Abi, ab oculis meis!"

Just like that, Sam disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Dean and I were staggered by this.

"What did you do with my brother?!" Dean demanded beyond pissed.

Magnus waved his hands up in defense. "Don't worry. He's fine. But I did what any good collector would do - I separated the ordinary from the extraordinary." As he walked over to the blade. "I had the First Blade. And now I have the Mark of Cain to complete the set. And a bonus, the Daughter of Cain, and Cambion."

"You must be joking," I growled.

"Yeah, well, the problem is, it's attached. So how about you loan me the Blade and I take care of business?" Dean said, trying to remain calm.

"Dean, I am offering you the moon here - to be part of the greatest collection of all time, to be young forever." Magnus offered. "Let me teach you my secrets. Hmm? Be my companion. I have to be honest with you two; it has gotten lonely here over the years."

Okay, that didn't sound right, I thought.

"When you were saying any of that, did it feel at all creepy?" Dean said, agreeing. "Yeah. I'm just gonna grab the Blade and go."

"One little design flaw to the place - no windows, no doors." Magnus playfully said, clapping his hands together.

I scowled, placing my hand on Dean and waved my hand to teleport the blade. "Then, I'll teleport us."

However, we were stuck. It was like there was a dome around us, keeping us in. I tried again, once more we couldn't teleport out of the hidden building.

"Magical barrier, only I could break it," Magnus said.

"Well, in that case…" Dean draws his machete. "I'll just make my own."

Magnus grabbed the yellow powder blowing it on Dean, "Shen ti rán shao!"

Suddenly the machete was burning white-hot that Dean had to drop it, so it doesn't burn him,

"Aah!"

We glared at Magnus, who grinned, "Eh? Tricky little spell, that first one, right? Chinese."

Dean went into his pocket but was shock finding it empty.

Magnus was holding the hunter's gun, "Ah. Cheap magician's trick on that one - picked your pocket. Nice gun. Welcome to the collection, Dean."

I growled doing my telekinesis, but once more, nothing happened.

"Oh, and all spells are substance-based magic," Magnus explained. "So, welcome to the collection, Vivian."

Remembering I have my strength, I marched over to grab him. Before I could have grasped that stupid rainbow tie around his neck, the Man of Letter's pinched a blue powder reciting another Chinese spell. Just like that, my body collapsed to the ground, falling unconscious.

"What did you do," Dean growled.

"A mere knock-out spell," Magnus assured. "Now, to tie you two up."

.o0o.

I groaned with a damn migraine. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a chair facing Dean, who was chained to a marble column. Confused, I tried breaking the chains around me, but they wouldn't budge. I stopped taking a better examination to find sigils carved into the chains. I growled, glaring at Magnus, who was walking over to the First Blade.

"Ah, Vivian, glad that you are awake," He said, as he picked up the first blade.

"Oh, you're a sorry piece of work. You know that?" Dean threatened. "Holed up in here, doing nothing. You bitch about the Men of Letters." he scoffs. "You're way worse."

Magnus stood in front of Dean, holding the blade up, "Should we fire it up? What do you say?"

"Go to hell," Dean warned.

"Oh, come on, Dean." Magnus pouted. "This is the object of your quest. Tell me Henry Winchester's grandson isn't curious to see if it works. Give me your hand."

Dean doesn't accept. Roughly, Magnus grabbed his right hand and shoved the First Blade handle into it. By reflex, Dean's fingers wrapped around it. "Give me...your hand."

The Mark of Cain glows red, and Dean goes rigid as his hand clutches the Blade. His body started to quiver, as Dean tried to fight the strong power. The veins on his arms pulsated as the magic of the blade connected to the Mark, making it illuminate even brighter. He closes his eyes in the effort but opens them again, having a distant look. One that of a person receiving an adrenaline rush. The eyes of a murderer.

"Dean!" I shouted. "Snap out of it!"

This snapped Dean out of his trance, dropping the First Blade. All the energy in his system vanished, leaving the hunter panting heavily and his dominant arm shaking.

Magnus was fascinated as he knelt to pick it up.

"Good," Magnus praised, wiping the invisible dust off it. "Next time, it'll be easier. You'll get used to the feelings, even welcome them."

Magnus excused himself, leaving the two of us be. None of us spoke a word for a moment. I was baffled in how Dean handled the First Blade for the first time. My first impression was that once he grasped the handle, he would burst free and kill Magnus right on the spot. Then whoever was in his wake. Dean surpassed all expectations, as Cain predicted. Not only is Dean of Cain's bloodline, but he also has control. Because he knows how to kill.

"You okay?" Dean finally said.

"Yeah," I answered. "Before you ask, I can't break out of these chains. They have some sigils suppressing my abilities."

Dean sighed but nodded.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

Dean paused, trying to comprehend how he feels.

"Dean, the First Blade, contains the essence of its victims. Cain used it on demons, angels, reapers, and... humans." I tried to explain.

"How painful for humans?" Dean asked.

"I... I don't know," I mumbled, my thoughts lingering back to Colette's death.

Cain said she suffered much when he impaled her.

.o0o.

Magnus came back with the First Blade. He wasn't going to stop until Dean and I willing to comply with being his companions and members of his awful zoo. Supernatural creatures are far worse than usual animals. Keep them cage for too long without their necessity of survival, and they shall bite the nearest living human.

"You'll come to understand, Dean - nothing can stop us," Magnus said. "Anything, anyone we want to own or destroy is ours."

"Well, how about this, Magnus?" Dean challenged. "How about I take a knee? Then what are you gonna do? Huh? You gonna kill me? Cause without this thing on my arm, that Blade's nothing but a hunk of bone with teeth."

Magnus paused, "Hmm. Well, I'm not asking you for your cooperation. I'm just taking it."

Suddenly he grasped Dean's head and recited a spell, "Mentem tuam ac voluntatem adsumo."

Dean struggled to try to resist Magnus Spell. However, his eyes drained of all attitudes and emotions.

"No," I growled, trying to break free but failed.

The wannabe mage pulled his hand away, "Interesting effect, huh? All thought, all will just...drained out of you. I do this enough; you'll be ready for whatever I have in mind."

Dean paused, comprehending what just happened.

"You can't do that," I sneered. "You can't control someone."

Magnus turned around to face me with a grin, "But I can," then looked at the First Blade. "I wonder, being a child conceived from the mark would you hold the same temptations as Dean."

My eyes widen, and face paled. Cain advised that I should never touch the blade in case of this possible theory. Cain had the mark when I was conceived. Although I bare no mark on me, the bloodlust could be there if activated by the blade.

"No, keep it away," I growled.

"But, my dear Vivian, I am a man of research. I have to test this theory." As he approached.

I growled, trying to use any of my abilities.

Dean snapped out of his daze, seeing what was happening.

"Hey, get away from her!" Dean snapped. "You son of a bitch."

Magnus grinned as he shoves the blade into my hand. I gasp feeling a surge of primal energy entering my system. My veins were burning with adrenalin, bones aching, and muscles tensing with desire. I growled that sounded more primitive, baring my teeth at Magnus wanting so badly to rip his throat out. There was awe in the human's eye. As if looking at a masterpiece. But when I turn my glance at Dean, there was a shock in his green eyes, like staring at a monster.

"Beautiful," Magnus murmured. "But lethal."

He yanked the blade out of my hand, walking away.

I panted feeling all that energy vanished and my body going numb.

What the hell just happened?

.o0o.

There was a shift in the atmosphere. A door was being opened. Magnus sensed this as he summoned one of his shapeshifters. He orders the more Shifter what to do as the purebred nodded, transforming into his master and left. My eyes linger on Dean, wondering if this was his brother Sam and Crowley who enter the invisible fortress.

Several minutes later, Sam enters the room holding a blade up to Magnus shifters neck. The youngest hunter was surprised to see Dean, and I tied up.

"Sam! No!" Dean called out in panic.

Sam was confused, turning his head to see the real Magnus standing there with a Cheshire grin. Just like that, the Shifter transformed into his original form as it grabs the knife. Sam, however, pulled back and stabbed the Shifter in the chest, killing him. The real Magnus came over, holding Dean's gun and aimed it at Sam.

"Shapeshifter. You see? There are benefits to keeping a zoo." Magnus murmured.

He gestured Sam to the second column and tied him up with rope. Damn it. Afterward, Magnus walked over to one of the pedestals to grab an ancient dagger off the display and walks over to the younger brother.

"You know, I discarded you far too quickly, Sam. You're way more valuable than I thought you were." Then Magnus spoke to Dean. "Why would I knock myself out trying to sap your will? I think Sam here will get you to see things my way."

Dean caught the message, "Magnus, I swear to God..."

"What? What are you gonna do?" He challenged, then faced Sam. "What is he gonna do? Huh?"

Afterward, Magnus gash opens Sam's right cheek with the dagger. Sam groaned, grinding his teeth to suppress the pain. Dean lunches forward, but the chains restrained him. Magnus continued, "Yeah, look, look, Sam, I'm not gonna kill you. Of course not." Then takes another slice in Sam's neck. "But I am gonna make you suffer unimaginably, all right?"

Suddenly Crowley appeared out of nowhere and quietly freed Dean from his confines. Dean nodded in thanks before grabbing the First Blade. Realizing they needed a distraction; I took the opportunity.

"Magnus!" I exclaimed.

The Man of Letter turned around facing me then paused to see Dean was gone. Before Magnus could recover, Dean dives at him with the First Blade and, with the Mark of Cain, activates its real power. In one fellow strike, Magnus' head was decapitated before he knows it. Dean stood there, comprehending what has happened, as the killer showed himself in awe while his right hand was shaking.

"Dean?" Sam whispered, calling out to his brother. "Dean. Hey, it's over. He's dead."

Dean's eyes focused on the Blade and his arm that was still glowing. His lips curled, forming into a snarl almost that of an animal.

Sam became urgent, "Drop the blade, Dean."

However, it wasn't going through.

"Dean!" I shouted.

This time our words broke through as a spark of humanity flashes in his eyes and turned to me and then his brother.

"Drop the blade," I ordered.

Dean nodded and dropped the blade. His hands were shaking that he brought them to his chest. Crowley came over to me and tried to remove the chains off. However, he hissed in contact. Once Sam was free, he too tried to get the chains off.

I growled, "Grab Excalibur and cut the damn chains."

"Excalibur, as in- "Sam stated.

"Yes, the bloody damn sword," I snapped. "It's on the fucking mantel."

Sam nodded as he went to the mantel and grabbed the sword. I gave him cleared instructions in what to do, as he carefully but with good strength break the chains from the back of the chair. Shoving the shackles off, I felt my magic restored.

I faced the three, Crowley memorized by the artifacts, Sam though looked concerned about Dean who was silent, staring at the blade on the ground.

"You three go, I'll take care of this place," I informed them.

"Are you sure?" Sam asked.

"Yes," I answered. "Someone needs to make sure Magnus's zoo is taken care of and what artifacts he has here."

The three-nodded finding the spell powder to escape with the help of the member of the zoo. As they left, I checked the zoo, seeing some supernatural beings and actual animals. Sighing, I teleported the actual animals to professional zoos or their natural habitat. For the real artifacts, I shrunk them and put them in a bag. Cain and I can go over these things to figure out what to do.

When I came over to Magnus's body, I stared at it, debating if I should burn it or leave it to rot. Until some of the supernatural zoo animals came in. A ghoul, wraith, and werewolf, the look of hunger in their eyes. I stepped back.

"Go right ahead," I told them and used the powder and left.

As I walked out of the dry forest, I found Sam and Dean at the Impala. My eyes widen to see the Impala being keyed in Enochian. Remembering from Cain's lesson, it read, "Be afraid. Your Queen." I take it Abaddon was here or at least her goonies.

Then I noticed two missing things: Crowley and the First Blade.

"Please tell me the First Blade is in the trunk," I demanded.

"The son of a bitch took it," Dean muttered as he sat on the ground, trying to rub the scratch-off.

"What?" I shouted. "You lost the First Blade!"

"Easy, we will get it back…eventually," Sam said. "Once we find Abaddon."

"Or she finds you," I growled, then took a deep breath.

Then tossed a sack with standard size weapons at Sam, "These should be helpful for your future hunts. Silver and bronze blades."

"Uh, thanks," Sam said.

I started at Dean, who was still focused on the key marks. With a sigh, I altered reality and removed the key scratches, if not other things. Dean was baffled by the sudden disappearances of the marks then turned around, looking at me.

"Thanks," Dean said.

I nodded, removing my backpack and took the jacket he gave me a while back, tossing it at him.

"Hey, I wonder where that was," Dean said.

"Sorry, forgot to give it back after the werewolf heist," I said. "Anyway, I should go."

"Hey, is there a way to contact you?" Sam asked.

I looked at them, "Asking for my number, sugar?"

"Well, we don't need another Ruby popping around," Dean muttered.

I sighed as I walked over, grabbing Dean's phone and typing in my number in his contacts.

"So, call me maybe," I murmured, returning the phone and vanished on the spot.

.o0o.

I found myself in a motel where Cain's presence was noted. Something was off. It didn't feel peaceful. No, there was a sense of death. And the scent of fresh blood. I called out for Cain till reaching the bathroom to find a dead body in the bathtub.

I gasped, covering my mouth in seeing what has been done.

"Vivian," Cain murmured.

I turned around to see Cain standing there with his hands covered in blood.

"I can explain."

Oh God, he relapsed.

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Episode 9.16: Blade Runner

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