Daughter of Cain

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Chapter 11: The Knights of Hell

Vivian's POV

Dean was gone.

With the warding the Bunker had, I couldn't detect where the demon was. The first thing we found was a note on the bed. Sam walked over, picking up the piece of paper, and read it. I came closer, taking a better look to see what is written. On it, it read: SAMMY LET ME GO.

After reading that, Sam and I ran through the Bunker, trying to find anyone in the building. There were no signs of Crowley. Nor a demon possessing Dean. We searched for about an hour when I came into the library.

Sam came into the room, "The Impala is still here. However, the First Blade is gone."

"This is not good," I sighed.

"Not good," Sam repeated. "Crowley took Dean's body."

"With the Mark of Cain," I countered.

Sam glared at me, "Is that all you care about?"

I took a deep breath, "Sam, I respect your brother. But you need to understand, the mark has only been transferred twice."

"I thought it happened once, between Cain and Dean," Sam said.

"Between mortal souls, yes," I confirmed. "Cain was once human. His vessel is the same since his birth from Eve. However, Cain was the second carrier of the mark."

"And who was the first?" he asked.

"Lucifer," I answered. "From what Cain told me, God gave Lucifer the mark to contain its power. When Lucifer fell, the mark became too much for the Devil as he was in the cage. When Cain made the deal the protect Abel, it was not the usual contract. It was not a kiss. Lucifer transferred the mark onto my father, giving the courage to make the ultimate sacrifice so Abel's soul can go to heaven."

"By killing his brother," he said, staring at me.

I sighed, leaning against the table, "Making him the Father of Murder, committing the first death by one's hands among men. Cain suffered from the consequences. He struggled to control the lust for murder until his death. However, Cain's soul belonged to Lucifer. Turning him into a demon. The first Hell Knight."

"But Dean did not sell his soul," he reminded.

"No, he didn't," I agreed. "But raw power is in his body. All but Cain is the last of the Hell Knights. The demons hold a hierarchy. If Lucifer is the pope. Then White Eye Demons are the emperors. Since Lilith and Alastair were the first to turn demon. Then you have the Princes of Hell, Azazel being one. And what comes between a Prince of Hell and a Crossroads Demon?"

"A Knight of Hell," Sam answered.

"With the White-Eyed Demons gone, thanks to you Winchesters, and the Princes of Hell missing Crowley is King by the Demonic Democracy. However, Abaddon stood in his way. Cain is retired, so after the war between Crowley and Abaddon, what's one way to secure his throne."

Sam did not say a word.

"I can't confirm, but Dean's vessel holds the key in making Knights of Hell. You saw what Abaddon can do. Imagine what Crowley can do if he somehow manages to get hold of the Mark of Cain's ability." I warned.

Sam sat down, processing what I am saying. As we said before, Dean's body was a ticking bomb. Well, the demons have hold of the body. This was not good. I will have to talk to Cain about the since he might know what will happen. But recalling from the note, maybe Dean is still alive. I am not sure.

The sound of a door open broke my train of thought. Looking at the entrance, sensing an angel has entered the Bunker. Down the steps was a guy in his late thirties, with dark hair and angelic blue eyes. He wore a suit with a trench coat. His angelic presence riled my fight or flight mechanism; however, it was weak. Not the same with Metatron back in the factory.

The angel stopped when seeing me. His eyes widen, and by instinct drew his angel blade.

Sam realizing this, stood up and between us.

"Cass, easy," Sam caution.

"She is a cambion," the angel said.

"Castiel, this is the Cambion we told you about. Her name is Vivian," Sam gently introduced. "She helped us in getting the First Blade."

"The Daughter of Cain," Castiel grimaced. "A Cambion sired by a Hell Knight."

"At least my parents weren't Lilith or Alastair. Then Hell will Freeze over," I countered.

Sam looked over his shoulder, "Not helping."

"Sam, you can't be serious," Castiel said. "With one word, she can destroy the Heavenly Host."

"As if I have interest with you bird brains," I said.

Castiel clenched his grip on the angel blade. There are not many weapons that can kill me since I was sired by a Hell Knight. However, an angel blade is definitely one that is the most lethal. Castiel still glared at me, yet Sam continued to talk him down to put the angel blade away. That is when Castiel's glare vanished, and he glanced around.

"What Metatron says is true?" Castiel asked. "Is Dean dead?"

Sam hesitated, "I…I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" Castiel asked.

"There's a slight problem," I said.

Castiel glared at me, "And that is?"

"Crowley stole the body," I answered.

The angel gave a confused look, "What do you mean Crowley stole the body."

Sam sighed, "I've tried to summon Crowley to bring Dean back, and Vivian can prevent a deal. However, he took Dean's body and left a note. We don't know if he took the body and forge Dean's writing. Put a demon inside Dean, or maybe, brought Dean back."

"And the First Blade is gone," I added.

Castiel's eyes widen.

Sam continued to stand in the middle. "Now, you two need to put your differences aside."

I sighed, "I will help. But I'm not going to be in the same room with this angel. Especially when he is holding that blade."

Sam sighed but nodded.

"Hand me your phone," I told him. Sam did so. I took hold of it and put in my contacts for him. Afterward, I handed him back the phone. "Text me. I'll call back."

Sam only nodded.

"I gotta go," I said.

I cautiously walked around the angel into the crows' nest before going up the stairs and out the door. Once outside, I sighed, no longer feeling suppress by the Bunkers warding. Walking down the steps and onto the road before teleporting back to Alaska.

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When I arrived at the cabin, the lights were on. Cain was home, and I didn't know how to give the news. Hell, he could have probably heard about it on the Demon Radio. I wasn't excellent at hearing the demonic radio. Yet, Cain being a full demon, could listen to it much more precisely if not being a Hell Knight. I took a deep breath and open the door entering the cabin.

The fireplace was lit, as Cain sat in front of it cooking. There was a kitchenette in the cabin, yet Cain has a chance to cook like the olden times. Cain turned around, seeing me. He glanced at my attire. I glanced down, seeing bloodstains on my clothes. With everything that has happened, I didn't realize there was blood. How no one screamed when seeing me. Then again, I had stayed in the Impala while Sam got out to fill the tank.

Cain examined me where he stood. Like a hunter with caution when staring at a predator. He stared at my face, then my hands. I know what he was doing. He was making sure I was not tempted by the First Blade. After everything that happens the past week, I couldn't control my emotions—the calling of the First Blade. Mostly when Abaddon was dead, and my powers were growing.

"It's Dean's blood," I explained. "He's dead."

Cain sighed, gesturing for me to sit next to him. I complied, removing my jacket and sat there staring at the flames.

"How?" Cain asked.

"The Angel called Metatron stabbed him in the chest with an angel blade," I answered.

Cain remained silent.

"I've tried, but I couldn't heal him. Despite what Sam believed," I added.

"You are not an angel, nor a crossroads demon," he said, wrapping an arm around me. "You know what happens when you resurrect the dead."

"The body lives," I mumbled.

"But no soul or soulless controlling it, a mere vessel," Cain assured.

We learned that lesson long ago when I was a child. I didn't grasp the concept of death. I found a dead bird back in Missouri. I picked it up, and using warping reality, tried to revive it. It came back to life. The body was breathing as its chest heaved up and down, and small flutters of its heart. However, the bird's eyes did not open. I tried to wake it. I cried, pleading for the bird to wake up.

Cain heard my distress and came over, seeing what I have done. It was a hard conversation to talk about death for a seven-year-old. Despite growing up seeing domesticated animals being slaughter on the farm or wild game, Cain had hunted. The concept of manipulating death is something not to be tried with. For what is dead should remain dead. And when one tries to revive someone from the grave, there shall always be a consequence.

So, Cain took hold of the bird and snapped the neck to put the creature out of its misery. Afterward, we buried the bird under a tree. A small grave to put my pain at ease. That is why I am careful when warping reality on an organism.

"But there's a problem," I said back to the present. "Crowley stole his body. I don't know what he will do with the vessel that has the mark."

Cain took a deep breath, "Dean will come back."

My eyes widen, "What?"

"Dean will come back, but he won't be human," he explained.

"I don't know what you mean," I said. "I thought…."

"I did not tell you the whole truth, in how I became a demon," Cain started.

"But you made a deal with Lucifer. That is how you became a demon," I said.

"That is what I wanted you to believe," he replied, then sighed, staring into the flames.

"When I killed Abel to save his soul, the act itself was a pleasure I've never felt. No like simple sins a mortal would make. Far more pleasurable than my first wife. It was an ecstasy addiction, and when I stared at Abel's body, I feared that feeling. I've spent decades fighting the temptation the mark held. Abandoning my first family, ashamed of what I have done to save my brother. The mark burned, tempting me. In times I have hallucinated when encountering another human. Having these dark thoughts in how to kill them to satisfy the mark. I had enough…I rather be tortured for all eternity for my sins and committing fratricide. So, I took the First Blade, and with all my might, I've committed suicide."

My eyes widen when hearing this.

"I did not die from starvation like I told you." He said, ashamed. "However, the mark did not let me go. The power, the entity that resigns in the mark, did not want to die. For a moment, I had felt death, but soon it became life. And the mark turned me into a demon."

I was baffled by hearing this.

"Lucifer did not turn me into a demon. Not centuries of torture to corrupt my soul. The mark turned me, and when Lucifer had the mark, it gave him the ability to turn mortals into demons. But creating us through the mark was taxing, thus corrupting souls was far easier. As for me, I held the same strength as any white-eye or yellow eye demon. Giving me the power to change and train a mere demon into a Hell Knight. You and I are different from other demons and cambions. We are children of the mark." He explained.

"So, Dean will be…" I couldn't say it.

"He will be the first Knight of Hell in over two thousand years," he explained. "A demon made from his own vessel."

I tried to comprehend his words.

"Is there a way to save him?" I asked.

"No, for I have tried to find a way to purify my soul, and nothing I found could save me from Hell," he answered. "However, from what you have told me when dealing with Sinclair, how you soothe his bloodlust. You might be able to make him see his ways. A demon remembering his old self. The same Colette did for me."

"But…" I was still trying to grasp his words.

"A Cambion can control a demon," he reminded. "And you being sire through the mark might be able to control him."

"I haven't control you," I muttered.

Cain laughed, "That's because I'm stronger."

I rolled my eyes.

"You must find Dean before Crowley makes him do something he will regret in his future life," he explained.

"I should bring him here," I suggested. "Away from humans."

"No, for if I am near him, the mark will call to me," he reasoned.

I sighed, "Then how can I find him. I no longer sense him."

"Crowley must have put a hex bag on him to blind your sight." Cain guessed. "But there is another way to find him."

Cain got up and went to his room. After a while, he came back with a compass. He sat back down and showed it to me. The compass seemed to be from the sixteenth century. One that famous explorer used to travel around the world. The brass had aged, with stains, while the compass rose faded of its bright colors, yet it was visible. There were many needles as if there was the compass portion. Then there are two needles for something else, as the hand was dark, with a small ruby on the tip while the other was silver with amethyst.

Meanwhile, the transit lock was made out of gold. The needles no longer pointing in the direction towards the north, as if the magnetic needle died. However, the pin of the hand was not the standard pin. It appeared to be a funnel.

"Remember how I told you how demons can communicate?" he asked.

"Through the Goblet of Blood and sacrificing a human," I answered.

"Yes, however, this compass can help you track a demon or the person you so desire by using their blood," Cain explained.

"I don't have a sample of Dean's blood," I said.

"Actually, you do," Cain said gesturing to my attire.

Realizing this, Cain pulled out a glass vial. Warping reality, I manipulated the dry blood to be liquid and placed it in the vial.

"Now you do, but to activate the compass you will need my blood. Like all monsters, I am the alpha of the Knights of Hell. With the Knights of Hell gone, tracking Dean will be easier." Cain explained. "But first, put your drop of blood in."

Using Cain's bowie knife, we pricked my finger, as I let a drop of my blood in the funnel. The amethyst needle turned and pointed at me.

"Now it knows you are in control," Cain explained.

I nodded.

Cain pricked his finger, letting a drop of blood in the funnel as the ruby pointed at him. Although, Cain adjusted the transit lock, which he explained that this will ignore him. We then put a drop of Dean's blood into the compass. The needle spun around, trying to grasp what it was searching for until it pointed southeast, while the compass fixed itself to respond appropriately.

"This will help you find Dean," he said. "It is now set to track Hell Knights."

My eyes widen.

"However, you cannot tell Sam Winchester about this," Cain advised.

"Why not?" I asked.

"There are somethings family should not know about. He should find out for himself," he said.

I sighed but nodded, too exhausted right now to argue. I haven't slept for almost three days. Setting the compass down, I rested my head against Cain's shoulder. When I was little, I used to rest my head on his lap as he read stories to me. I gazed at the flames until my eyes grew heavy, and sleep consumed me.

Thus, ends Season 9.

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