Daughter of Cain

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A/N: Hey guys, I am so sorry for the two-year hiatus. A lot was going on, and my muse wanted to work on other stories. Follow by the crazy rollercoasters the Winchesters have gone through in the actual show. I debating how far I should go. What truly helps is episode recommendation from you guys. What episodes do you want to see Vivian in? Please, your help keeps this story going.

Chapter 10: Do you Believe in Miracles

Vivian's POV

The following few days have been normal. Cain and I simply enjoyed the Summer weather in Alaska. Mainly hunting. Cain has been on the search for a bear. At first, I laughed at it. But seeing him dressed for the hunt and a bowie knife in hand showed determination. At first, I was not interested in bear hunting. However, Cain needing to be watched lead me no choice.

So, I followed Cain as we travel through the woods in search of a bear. At first, it was irritating when there were so many other animals to hunt. Except, Cain was determined to pursue a bear. And not just any bear. But a mean Kodiak bear. I had to tell Cain it had to be deep outside of the National Park, which Cain complied.

I think this was one way for Cain to cope. Ever since Ma died, he was tempted to hunt down Abaddon and kill her in the first ten years. Although, during my vulnerable state, he had to protect me. There he learned how to move on. And when Dean Winchester walked up on our doorsteps, did the temptation to kill returned.

There has already been a slip up in killing a serial killer. Nonetheless we need to find a substitute to curve Cain's lust for blood. It must be hard to be the first man to kill, follow by millions of years after his mortal death to crave nothing but bloodshed. As Dad mentioned, he would spare conversations with Ares God of War, and how the addiction to violence is never-ending. Overtime did the two curve their wrath, yet a slip up is bound to happen. If the Horseman War was not causing trouble, you know who the second culprit is when it comes to war and battlefields.

Anyway, Cain caught the scent of a Kodiak bear by a river. I merely stepped aside, allowing my father to have fun by wrestling a bear. Whatever floats his boat.

As he does that, I listen to the demon radio. Cain had shown me how. It was a bit static, like FM on a poor signal, while the clear connection was on AM. It was hard to make out. But there was talk about neutral and pure souls being trapped in the void. Apparently, Heaven is not taking any more souls. We were aware of the Fall that the Angels were knocked out of Heaven after seeing the sudden meteor shower. Yet we were not aware to its extent, since there was the anarchy of Angel fighting Angel, and some guy named Metatron had a hand in it. The Demons have been avoiding the surface world until the Angels are no longer wandering about. After the whole Apocalypse, could you blame them?

Suddenly I coughed. At first, it was nothing, a little in the throat. Thus, I pulled out a canteen taking a few sips of water. Along with a pulse in my body. As if something was calling to me. I glanced around, the urge I haven't felt since the Spring when Magnus put the First Blade in my hand. As I glance at my hand, my veins were burning, seeing the veins starting to become more visible, turning black. When I blinked, my vision changed, becoming more sharper and clearer.

Cain gave a battle cry when stabbing the bear in the head and slitting his throat. Blood gushing out of the wound, coating the victor. Cain laughed, shoving the bear off him, and stood. When he turned to look at me for praise, his silver eyes filled with joy turn serious.

"Vivian," Cain gasped.

I glared at him, this impulse to kill except never have I shed mortal blood. The sight of the crimson liquid on the bowie knife did not help. Cain vanished and reappeared in a blink, having an arm around my neck and another around my torso and arms. I thrashed, trying to fight it off.

"Ignore the temptation. The Blade is calling. Don't listen to the call," Cain growled, trying to restrain me.

I growled, trying to kick him, except Cain forced his weight down, that we were pinned to the ground. He was using all of his weight to restrain me. I scream, butting my head back as my body craved violence. The call getting stronger.

"Vivian, you are good. You have not killed a living soul. Control it," Cain yelled. "One touch from the blade should not define your fate."

The earth began to shake as the ground crumbled. The knife fell under my head as I stared at the reflection of the bowie knife. No longer did I see the brown eyes of Colette. Instead, I saw black eyes with purple irises. The veins in my body appearing all over. Shocked by this, I gave a shriek that did not sound human—the shriek startling all the birds to fly away.

The shock took over as the energy depleted from my system. Cain held me as he adjusted us to sitting while keeping a tight hold.

"It's just another adaptation," Cain murmured. "Let your body accept."

"Why is this happening?" I mumbled.

"I don't know. When you touched the Blade, it must have awakened your form." He assumed.

I thought Cambions didn't have a second form. I thought my kind appeared human. Not like a demon or monster species.

"Remember your training, control your emotions," Cain murmured.

I closed my eyes, taking long deep breaths, and meditated. Controlling this sudden urge to kill. It would be an hour before my body went back to normal, and Cain let me go. I sighed, sitting up, and faced him.

"Sorry for ruining your hunt," I mumbled.

Cain cradled my cheek, "You are more important than some Kodiak."

I nodded, leaning into his touch.

Cain leaned over and pecked my forehead. "Come, let's take my trophy home so I can turn it into a rug."

I chuckled softly and nodded. Getting up, we walked over and took the bear back to the cabin.

.o0o.

The next day, I felt exhausted and drained from using my abilities. Cain compared this to that of a growth spurt. With my new form, it has taken its toll on me to do anything massive. I spent yesterday after the episode sleeping it off. But now, I just feel exhausted. I mainly sat on a chair, watching Cain skin the bear. I have a feeling we will be eating bear for the next week. The thought of it made me shudder.

That was when I had a bad feeling. The way Cain tensed showed he can sense it too. Something was up. Something is happening to Dean and the First Blade.

"You need to go," Cain ordered.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"The mark is controlling Dean. You need to stop him," Cain answered. "Now go!"

I nodded and teleported where the Winchesters would be. Something is not right. Something is triggering my Cambion ability, as the mark called to me. I found myself at some factory in Muncie, Indiana. I spotted the Impala and walked on over there. By the trunk of the car, I found Sam unconscious. I knelt down and started shaking Sam's shoulder.

"Sam. Sam," I murmured, shaking him to wake up, follow by a slap. "Wake up."

The slap startled Sam awake as his eyes shot open. He sat up, rubbing his face, and looked at me, "Vivian?"

"Where's Dean?" I asked.

Sam looked around and cursed, "He's after Metatron?"

"What?" I asked.

"It's complicated, but we need to stop him," Sam said. "Can you teleport there?"

I paused, closing my eyes to do so. However, for some reason, I cannot sense Dean. There was a powerful creature in the area that was blocking Dean's aura. It was angelic. "I can't."

"We need to find him," Sam said.

I nodded, helping him up as he led the way to the factory. We ran as fast as possible, entering a homeless camp. There were a few dozen people there. For some reason, the weather was damp and cold for June. The homeless were gathering around, blocking us.

"Where's Metatron?" Sam demanded.

The Homeless would not answer as they come closer. Sam, not having the patience, pulled out his gun. "Stay back. Stay back! Where's Metatron?"

A homeless woman with blond hair pointed the way towards the factory. Sam and I ran as fast as we could to where the angelic aura was coming from. This angelic aura was far stronger than a normal angel. As if it was on steroids. We continued running, spotting Dean on the ground holding the First Blade when a man took an angel blade and stabbed the hunter in the chest.

"No-o-o!" Sam exclaimed.

I inhaled sharply, conjuring my cambion form, and teleported over there, tackling the angel who stabbed Dean. The angel's vessel was a short, middle-aged man with black hair with silver strands, stubble beard. One would compare this formed to that of a nebbish. His Angelic blue eyes widen when staring into my purple orbs filled with venom. Realizing he was attacked by a Hell Knight Cambion. As my hand wrapped around his throat, holding him in the air. This Angel, Metatron, tried to swing his angel blade at me. Yet, I took his wrist, twisting it to another angle, causing pain that resulted in him dropping it.

"What have you done?" I demanded, my voice in a tight crisp.

Metatron stared at me, then at Dean. Dean stared at us; his green eyes widen until staring at Sam. Till falling to the side holding his wound where Metatron stabbed him in the heart. Sam rushed over to Dean, helping him up. I glared back at Metatron, ready to break his vessel's neck to wane him for a short period.

When all of a sudden, an earthquake happened, along with thunder and lighting. Metatron's face held annoyance. The earthquake had the factory to fracture as a metal beam snapped and Fall. Tossing Metatron aside, I teleported and used telekinesis to blast the beam away and cover the Winchesters. Unfortunately, do so had Metatron escaped, yet the surge of his angelic power dimmed.

"Sammy, you got to get out of here before he comes back," Dean mustered out.

"Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh. Shut up. Shut up," Sam said, adding more pressure to the wound. "Save your energy, alright? We'll stop the bleeding. We'll get you a doctor or – or I'll find a spell. You're gonna be okay."

Dean groaned in pain.

I came down, getting a better view of the wound. Seeing some massive injuries over the years, especially during the Vietnam war.

"Vivian, you got to save him." Sam pleaded. "Use your cambion powers.".

I examined the wound, seeing the massive puncture wound, "I can't."

"You can't or you won't?" Sam demanded.

"Sam, I'm a cambion. I can't heal the living." I explained.

"Then warp reality," Sam demanded.

"I can't," I said.

"Then take him to a hospital," Sam growled.

"If I do, he will die during transport," I explained. "But I can numb his pain."

As I rested my hand on the wound and whispered an incantation. My hand glowed in a soft mist as I took Dean's pain, feeling the excruciating feeling in my chest as if someone stabbed me. I grind my teeth, staring at Dean, who appreciated it, giving him time to talk with Sam.

"Listen to me," Dean panted, taking Sam's hand. "It's better this way."

"What?" Sam asked.

"The Mark. It's making me into something I don't want to be." Dean explained.

"Don't worry about the mark," Sam assured. "We'll figure out the mark later. Just hold on, okay? Get you some help."

Sam tried to help Dean up. I did as well, keeping my hand on his chest, trying to prolong death. We tried to maneuver Dean through the factory as Sam was calling out for someone named Castiel. I did not say anything, as I focused on Dean.

"What happened with you being okay with this?" Dean asked.

"I lied," Sam answered.

"Ain't that a bitch?" Dean replied.

We were almost there, yet I can feel Dean's body loosening. Ready to release the soul.

"Sam. Hold up. Hold up," Dean gasped.

His legs gave way as we fell against a pile of beams. Dean panted, his breathing shakily as he tightens his grip on my hand. An amused smile lifted his bloody lips as he stared at Sam.

"Easy," I murmured, adding more energy to the spell.

"I got to say something to you." He said, staring at his brother.

"What?" Sam asked.

Dean patted Sam's shoulder, "I'm proud of us."

Suddenly his body gave way with a final gasp of air, leaving his lips. I caught him, almost falling to the ground. Sam grabbed him as well, his eyes widen in horror.

"No, no. Hey, hey, hey," Sam begged, taking hold of his brother shaking him. "Hey, wake up, buddy. Hey. Dean. Dean!"

The younger Winchester began to sob, embracing his brother. I pulled away, knowing Dean was dead, sensing a reaper was here. I took a few steps away to give them space. No words were said, for words should not be spoken. I stared down, staring at my hand, seeing it coated in blood.

I've failed. Cain placed the duty on me to prevent this from happening. However, this had to happen when my abilities have changed to a vulnerable disposition. My Cambion form starting to present, instead of a human appearance. I should have gone sooner after the first episode. Yet, I held back.

Fuck, it has only been a few days since I last saw the Winchesters after killing Abaddon. Not weeks or months than the usual. And yet, Dean was dead while the Mark of Cain possessed his arm. I don't know what has transpired in the past five days, but I can sense tension.

An hour passed before Sam composed himself and looked at me. No words needed to be said as I placed my hand on Dean, removing the blood off his body. Afterward, helped Sam carry Dean's body back into the Impala. It took some time, but we managed. Placing Dean in the back while Sam took the First Blade and shove it in the trunk. I removed my coat, transfiguring it into a jacket to cover the body before getting into the passenger seat. Sam took the driver seat and started driving back to the Bunker.

Silence engulfed the Impala. Sam did not turn on the radio or said a word. The only sounds were the tires on the road and the wind. I waited for Sam to tell me to leave. Yet he doesn't.

The first hour passed. Then the second hour. Follow by the third, when Sam finally spoke.

"Why couldn't you heal him?" he whispered.

"A cambion cannot heal a mortal soul," I explained, staring at him. "My kind can warp reality, but not mend life. Doing so will create something that isn't human."

"What do you mean?" he asked, eyes still on the road.

"If I were to bring your brother back from the dead or somehow healed him…he would spend the rest of his life feeling a hole in his chest. Choking on his own blood and begging for death. Would you want him to suffer a life from the injury Metatron inflicted?" I asked.

Sam shook his head, "And bringing him back alive."

I sighed, staring at Dean's body, "the body lives, but the soul is gone. A fate far worse than a soulless human. However…the mark remains."

Sam looked at me to explain.

"The origins of the mark are unknown. Lucifer had it before bestowing it on Cain. The mark made my father immortal by the time he…died. Lucifer gave him no instructions on using the mark, except to satisfy its need for blood and enhance the strength to kill with the First Blade. Dean is the third host to possess the mark. No one knows what will happen as they made the first atomic bomb. Right now, there's a bomb in the backseat that has no soul to sustain the mark's needs."

Sam only nodded as his eyes focused on the road.

It was another ten hours before we reached the Bunker. Sam didn't even bother blindfolding me as he took the route that leads to an underground garage. Once inside, we got Dean's body out of the backseat and carried it towards the hunter's bedroom. We placed Dean on the bed as Sam adjusted him.

I was not sure how the hunter community handles a funeral. But sooner or later, Dean will need to be put to rest. Along with talking to Cain about the mark. Should the mark remain on Dean or be transferred. The unknown since the beginning of the creation and the mark's existence. As I told Sam, the mark is a bomb waiting to happen with no host to contain it.

Not saying a word, I left the room to give Sam privacy. I wandered around the Bunker, remembering where the galley was, grabbing two cups and a bottle of whiskey before heading to the library. I sat down and poured myself a glass of whiskey. Slowly I caressed the amber liquid before taking a sip. Feeling the burning sensation along with the taste of wood from the barrel and flavoring of smoke.

I merely sat there, trying to figure out how to explain this to Cain. I pulled out my cellphone, checking the time, before taking another sip. Cain was not one for cellphones, which made communication in the last fourteen years difficult with him when I decide to travel. Back in Mullen Haven, it took a lot of convincing to get a landline in the sixties. When I do travel, I had a way to communicate with him instead of teleporting constantly. Now today, in modern society, a cellphone crosses the line. Hell, I don't know why I have one since any friends I had are either dead or practically forgotten about me with age. Basically, I bought a cell phone to keep in touch with the town and use the data to pay bills through the internet instead of going to the post office or the facilities.

Flipping through the contacts other than my number and Mullen Haven's number. There was a number for the electric company, the cable company, two local farmers' market members, and Dean's number. I deleted all the numbers except for Dean's, as I stared at the option to delete or not. That was when Sam came in, sitting down across from me as he poured himself a glass.

Once more, we did not share a word.

We sat there in silence, drinking away.

As time went on, I wondered why I was still here. It's like the Winchesters are essential. Hell, Dean was a thorn in my side trying to find a way to kill Abaddon. Cain practically forced me to keep an eye out on Dean. Checking on how the mark was fairing and the status of the hunter's stability and mentality. Unfortunately, from what I could get from Sam, mentally, Dean was falling faster than ever after leaving them in Cleveland, Ohio. Barely a week since then.

Five days.

Was killing Abaddon the straw that broke the camel's back? I thought. Then again, I only saw Dean kill Magnus and Abaddon. I don't know who or what else he used it on.

"Vivian…" Sam finally spoke.

I glanced at him to continue.

"Crowley joined Dean when meeting Cain," Sam noted.

"Yeah," I confirmed.

Sam nodded, swallowing the rest of his whiskey, and got up. Not sure where this was leading, I followed him.

"What are you implying?" I asked.

"You might not be able to make a deal, but a crossroad's demon can." He started.

"You're not planning on selling your soul, are ya?" I asked.

"No, but from what Dean told me, Crowley is afraid of you, and you can control demons. If I summon Crowley, you can force him to bring Dean back without a contract." He stated.

"Sam…" I sighed.

"You said it before, the Mark of Cain is a ticking time bomb. It's the only way to get my brother back," he said.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked. "Your brother is finally at peace."

He stopped and looked at me, "We made a promise to try and find a way to save one another before finishing it. You're my only option without selling my soul."

I sighed, "Very well. But I can't promise you everything."

Sam only nodded as he led the way to a storage room. However, the shelves open up, revealing a devil's trap with a ritual set place. As if whoever was in this room tried to summon a demon. Sam paused, staring at all the ingredients and tools.

"Damn it, Crowley," Sam muttered. "You got him into this mess. You will get him out…or so help me, God."

As Sam sat on the ground and started assembling things for the ritual.

.o0o.

Dean's room

Crowley stood at the door staring upon Dean's body. He walked in, taking a seat by the desk staring at Dean in melancholy. Already, he can sense himself being summoned by Sam, let alone feeling the presence of the Cambion. The King of Hell knew if he goes now, Sam will try to make a deal, yet Vivian would force him to revive Dean without a Demon Contract. Then again, the Cambion was sired by a Hell Knight, not a mere black-eye demon or Crossroad's Demon. But the first Hell Knight, Cain.

"Your brother, bless his soul, is summoning me as I speak," Crowley murmured. "Make a deal, bring your back, have the Cambion break the deal. It's exactly what I was talking about, isn't it? It's all become so…expected. You have to believe me. When I suggested you take the Mark of Cain, I didn't know this was going to happen. Not really. I mean, I might not have told you the entire truth."

Crowley paused, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one comes. Then faced Dean.

"But I never lied. I never lied, Dean. That's important. It's fundamental. But … there is one story about Cain that I might have … forgotten to tell you. Apparently, he, too, was willing to accept death rather than becoming the killer the mark wanted him to be. So he took his own life with the Blade. He died. Except, as rumor has it, the mark never quite let go."

Crowley removed the First Blade out of his coat. He managed to steal the keys for the Impala in the key box and got the sacred weapon out before coming here. He caressed the jawbone as if it was the crown jewels.

"You can understand why I never spoke of this. Hell, I bet Cain never told his daughter. Why set hearts aflutter at mere speculations?" Crowley said as he stood up, making his way over to Dean.

"It wasn't until you summoned me…no, it wasn't truly until you left that cheeseburger uneaten…" as he placed the Blade in the dominant hand and maneuver it onto Dean's chest. "…that I began to let myself believe. Maybe miracles do come true. Listen to me, Dean Winchester, what you're feeling right now – it's not death. It's life – a new kind of life. Open your eyes, Dean. See what I see. Feel what I feel. And let's go take a howl at that moon."

The Mark of Cain held a subtle glow that Crowley could barely see. The red light traveled up his veins under the clothes of his sleeve, slithering all the way to his heart—the dark energy mending the inflicting wound until the puncture was gone, back to normal. The darkness crawled along the spinal cord till reaching the head. There it seeped into the blood until reaching the eyes, turning them black.

Meanwhile Dean had been in a peaceful abyss, not seeing the light nor dragged into Hell. At first, he thought a Reaper has not yet claimed his soul. As Tessa told him the other day, the Reapers feel useless. All the souls lost since Metatron closed the gates to Heaven. All the souls suffering. Was this a Reaper's way to prevent that suffering, by letting him rest inside his body in a dream-like abyss? A dark void he falls into without dreams or nightmares. It felt peaceful. All the eternity to finally sleep…until Castiel or somebody finds a way to open Heaven's gate.

Finally, he can be at peace, and not rot in Hell again. There was no way he was going back there also.

He could hear the voices of Sam desperately trying to figure out a way to bring him back. Vivian trying to be the voice of reason to calm Sam. As much as he loved his brother and liked Vivian…he was tired and wanted to sleep.

Quietly begging for sleep.

That is when Crowley broke the void's silence. What the King of Hell said started to piss him off until something was in his hand. He opens his eyes in the abyss seeing the First Blade. His eyes widen, for he did not want that cursed thing here. Before he could let go, the Mark of Cain glowed, tightening its grasp on the Blade to never let go. The Mark glowing, burning like acid in his veins as it tried to revive him. His heart, where there was a whole, began to seal itself painfully. Dean screamed in agony as if it was worse than being mauled by a Hellhound, being hooked alive in Hell, being shot to death, or even stabbed by Metatron. Words could not describe it, as his heart began to mend itself while burning.

Suddenly he felt the all of his emotions. As flashes from his past, that described those emotions. He saw the faces of his family and friends that correlate to those emotions. John, Mary, Bobby, Rufus, Ellen, Jo, Ash, Charlie, Azazel, Lucifer, Michael, Ruby, Meg, Lisa, Ben, Benny, Kevin…friends, hunters, the people he cares for or stirs a type of emotion began to vanish.

And soon Castiel the feelings he had for the angel… a friend.

Sam, the brother he promised to protect when he was four years old.

Another face popped up being Vivian. Before he could grasp the emotion related to her, his real eyes widen to see the world as a demon.

All feelings are gone.

.o0o.

Vivian's POV

I sensed a presence inside the Bunker. At first, I thought it was the summoning ritual that Sam was doing, explaining why I felt Crowley was near. However, a new aura made itself known. One I can almost compare to Cain…however, it was not Cain. This demon…he was unique and dark…and powerful.

Sam glanced at me, "What is it?"

"Shit," I cursed.

With the barrier the Men of Letter's placed on the Bunker, my abilities were limited. Instead, I ran out of the room, rushing to Dean's bedroom. Sam ran right after me. We barged into the room as I was ready to subdue the two demons, who I've sensed a moment ago. However, the room was empty.

No Crowley.

And no Dean.

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