Daughter of Cain
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Chapter 14: Soul Survivor
Vivian's POV
We arrived at the Bunker through the garage. I summoned all my strength to force Dean out of the Impala and take him in the supposed dungeon. As Sam got some rope to tie Dean to a chair. With the Devil's Trap painted on the ground, it neutralizes Dean demonic abilities. Since it seems he is not strong enough to cause earthquakes…yet.
After tying Dean up, using both handcuffs and rope, along with double-checking the rope to ensure it was tighter. We left the room, so we didn't have to hear Dean talk smack to us. We went to the library, sitting down, and sighed—both of us emotional, if not mentally exhausted.
"Well, we got Dean back," I said, trying to find the bright side of things.
"Yeah, but now we need to figure out a way to cure him," Sam said.
"You mentioned that before," I reminded. "Something about purifying one's blood in an exorcism."
Sam nodded.
"How does it go again?" I asked.
"To cure a demon. The ritual must be performed over a consecrated ground. The person performing the ritual must use purified blood. Their own blood, to be exact. The blood must be injected into the demon every hour for eight hours. After the eight dosages are administered, an exorcism must be recited." Sam explained.
"Here's the problem, Dean does not possess another body. It's his own vessel," I said. "And how are we going to purify your blood? Mine's not gonna work."
"I doubt going to confession will purify me again. Not like the last time," Sam sighed, placing a hand over his face. "Nor a priest will donate."
Something he said brought up a memory. It was back during the war, Cain and I got separated, and I was mistaken as a civilian. Forced in a church, doctors and nurses try to save soldiers' lives. As blood was being passed around, a priest would purify the blood in the name of God.
"Why not sanctified blood?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" Sam replied.
"Back in the war, Cain and I went to Europe trying to collect some of his artifacts after learning about people searching for…exotic items. A battle happened in the city, and we got separated. In the chaos, I found myself in a church being used as a hospital. There a priest was blessing donated blood." I explained. "Wouldn't a priest blessing be the same as one forgiving you in confession?"
Sam paused, thinking about it.
"Maybe," he answered. "I'll call Cass. Get his opinion on it."
I nodded, then yawned.
Sam noticed this, as he got up, "You're tired. Let's get some rest."
I merely nodded again. Sam led the way to a spare bedroom in the Bunker. I thanked him, removing my jacket as Sam left, closing the door. The room wasn't much, basically the same replica with 1930's furniture. I sat down on the bed, removing my boots before laying down.
I sighed, placing an arm across my eyes, comprehending what I just learned. A part of me prays that what Sam is suggesting can cure Dean and bring him back human. Because Demon Dean is getting on my nerve. Also, if the cure does work with sanctified blood…can the method be used on Cain.
Cain inhabits his own vessel. He has not abandoned it, so…if we can purify the body, it will stop Cain's desire to kill. Along with giving him a second chance in the afterlife to go to heaven. When killed, my father mentioned those demon souls don't return to Hell, lost in the void, reincarnated, or go to heaven. He wasn't sure where the dead goes, thinking demon's soul simply vanished when killed.
I want Cain to have a chance to go to heaven so he can reunite with Colette.
So maybe…just maybe, we can save two souls from the demon curse.
I sighed, falling asleep, getting much-needed rest.
.o0o.
The following day, I was in the kitchen, seeing what there was to eat. I discovered there wasn't much. Then again, Sam probably hasn't restocked on groceries in over a week. I managed to find an energy bar. So, taking that and a glass of water, I made my way to the library to do more research.
There were some files and books on the table. Being curious, I found it was written by Father Max Thompson. I read through the files and journal to get a better understanding of the exorcism.
An hour later, Sam came out in fresh clothes while stretching.
"Morin' Sam," I greeted.
Sam stumbled, staring at me. It took him a moment to realize I was invited in and the situation. "Coffee." That was all he said as he headed towards the kitchen. I chuckled, shaking my head before going back to the file. After twenty minutes, Sam came back with his cup of coffee.
"So, I talked with Castiel," Sam said as he took a seat across from me. "He believes that using sanctified blood might actually work. He is making his way over. Says he'll be here around late afternoon."
"And the blood?" I asked.
"Made an appointment with a priest to come to visit me in a few hours at a blood clinic to bless the blood," he answered.
"Let me guess, you told him you were a devote Catholic and a patient request sanction blood," I joked.
Sam merely shrugged.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked.
"I know I'm asking a lot. But can you stay at the Bunker and keep an eye on Dean?" He asked back.
I only nodded, "Someone has to."
"Thanks, Viv, I owe you one," he said.
"That you do," I replied. "Just bring back some food."
Sam nodded in understanding.
The taller Winchester gave me a list of things to get for the ritual. He wrote down where to find them before he grabs his stuff and leaving the Bunker. I remained, wandering around the place to see what else is there. I sensed many magical things, along with the Winchester's trying to reorganize and file everything. As I explored, I noticed some runes and sigils on the banners: some Enochian, others from different cultures. The ones in the library appeared to be written in the dryad language. Strange. Unfortunately, I did not take a lesson in advance foreign language.
If it wasn't for the warding, I could have warp reality to do so. Except, I'm only able to use the basics. Not warping reality and teleporting.
Anyway, I got a good memory of the place. I grabbed the necessary supplies for the ritual before returning to the dungeon. I open the door and false wall of a filing cabinet to find Dean sitting there with a smirk on his face.
"Awe, did ya miss me already?" Dean asked.
I closed the secret compartment and took my seat in the corner. As I set the supplies on a metal table that was in the room. Once all is settled, I pulled out a book reading the contents.
"Vivi, don't ignore me," Dean murmured. "Especially what we went through."
I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, no hard feelings about the car ride," he taunted. "At least I brought you to a motel."
"And hogtied me," I grumbled.
"It was a bit kinky," he said. "Just like our little escapade."
I focused on the book.
"Oh, how you moaned as if you have never been fucked before," he continued. "How tight you were. You definitely boost a man's ego. Although, I did most of the work."
I lifted my eyes and stared at Dean, "You can shut up until Sam gets back."
Dean's mouth shut, as my Cambion powers took effect and shut him up. HE tried to speak, yet his voice came out more like a squeak of air. The same method when Cain shut Crowley up back in Mullan Haven.
"Good," I murmured, going back to my book.
.o0o.
It would be a while when Sam returned with a cooler filled with blood. My command wore off from Dean as he smirked at Sam. Sam ignored him, setting the cooler down. He came over to check on the supplies.
"Really?" Dean greeted sarcastically.
"For whatever it's worth, I got your blood type," Sam replied, focusing on the table.
"Sam, I know you think you're gonna try and fix me, but did it ever occur to you that maybe I don't want to be fixed?" Dean asked. "Just let me go live my life. I won't bother you. What do you care?"
Sam picked up a flask filled with holy water and look at his brother, "What do I care?"
Dean merely smirked.
"Ignore him," I said.
Sam sighed but nodded as he splashed water on the ground speaking in Latin, "Ritum sacrum… hanc terram consecro." Consecrating the ground.
"You think I'm just gonna sit here like Crowley, getting all weepy while you shoot me up?" Dean taunted. "Well, screw that. I don't want this."
"Yeah, I pretty much figured that out," Sam replied, going back to the table, prepping the first syringe filled with blood.
I wish I can help. However, being half-demon, I fear I would ruin the sanctified blood. All I can do is witness and ensure Dean remains in the chair to not attack Sam. Since Sam still has his shoulder brace on.
"You don't even know if this is gonna work, do you?" Dean asked. "You know, I got a hell of a more running through me than just demon juice."
"Yes, the Mark of Cain – we know," I said.
"That's right," Dean purred.
Sam took a deep breath walking over, "Buckle up."
"Sammy…" Dean said calmly. "You know I hate shots."
Sam took another deep breath, "I hate demons."
He stepped closer, except Dean turned his eyes black and gave a demonic snarl. Sam, being prepared, still held the silver flask, splashing holy water on Dean. The sacred water made contact sizzling the Hell Knight's skin as he cried out in pain. Taking the distraction, Sam jabbed the syringe into Dean's right arm, pushing the plunger to inject the sanctified blood. Dean groaned and cried out, tightening his fist as Sam pulled the needle out while stepping back.
"Look, we got a whole bunch more on these to go," Sam warned. "You could make it a lot easier on yourself."
Dean lifted his head, glaring at Sam.
One that is comparable to a predator.
Until he grunted, his face contorting as if the blood is taking effect. Dean gagged and groaned, his body shaking slightly. He released a demonic groan, along with primal grunts that echoed throughout the room. There was a slight hint of terror when he looked at us, afraid of what is happening.
"Start the timer," Sam said.
I nodded, grabbing the timer and setting it for an hour. I grabbed a piece of paper, writing down the time and the first dosage: one down and seven more to go.
We kept watching Dean's reaction to the blood. I would use my abilities to see his demonic form, seeing the demon form panting, trying to reject the blood.
When the hour passed, Sam collected another syringe and made his way over to Dean. Not even bothering with a conversation, he injected the blood into Dean's arm. Dean groaned, clenching the armrest in pain. He breathed heavily, with the demonic voice, eyes widen as his body adjusted.
I wrote the time and reset the timer.
Sam stepped away out of the Devil's Trap.
"For all you know, you could be killing me," Dean panted.
Sam turned away, putting the syringe down, "Or… you're just messing with me." He turned to face his brother. "Either way, the lore doesn't say anything about exceptions to the cure."
Dean chuckled," 'The Lore.' Hunters…Men of Letters. What a load of crap it all is."
We stared at him.
"Oh, you got nothin'?" Dean taunted.
"You want me to debate you?" Sam asked. "This isn't even the real you I'm talking to."
"Oh, it's the real me, all right," Dean assured with a threatening tone. "The new real me – - the me that sees things for what they really are. Winchesters – - Do-Gooders – - fighting the natural order. Let me tell you something – guys like me, we are the natural order. It's the way it was set up."
I scoffed, "guys like you?"
"Yeah," Dean confirmed.
"And guys like me still got to do what we can." Sam countered.
"Don't be so full of yourself, Sammy," Dean goaded. "Cause, see, from where I'm sitting, there ain't much difference from what I turned into what you already are."
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Sam asked seriously.
I was utterly confused. Was Dean referring to something from their past before I came along? I know both Winchesters made some mistakes over the years. Dean making a deal to save his brother. Sam drinking demon blood and accidentally release Lucifer after killing Lilith and so forth. Was there an incident that these boys did that I am not aware of?
"I know what you did when you went looking for me," Dean reminded. "I know how far you went. Crowley told me all about it. So, let me ask you…which one of us is really a monster?"
I stared at Sam, wondering what Dean meant. Sam looked petrified at what his brother was saying. Then I thought about the rumor that's been passing around on the Demon Radio.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Oh, Sammy didn't tell you?" Dean replied. "Why am I not surprised. Then again, he loves keeping secrets."
I continued to stare at Dean.
"Hmm. Starting coming back to you now," Dean asked his brother.
I looked at Sam, "Sam, what did you do?"
Sam turned away, lost in a memory.
"You didn't tell her about Lester?" Dean said bitterly.
My eyes widen.
"He was trying to get a twenty on Crowley and me from any demon you could snag," Dean explained. But Crowley didn't want to be found, and no one showed when you summoned. But you find a way, didn't you, Sam? You would have liked to have gotten there before the deal went down, but you didn't really care about poor ol' Lester, did you?"
Sam remained to keep his back to us.
"Oh, and so you know. I killed Lester myself." Dean added. "And that wife of his married the tattooed guy."
Sam banged his fists on the table, "I never meant –"
"Who cares what you mean?!" Dean barked. "That line that we thought was so clear between us and the things we hunted ain't so clear, is it? Wow. You might actually be worse than me. I mean, you took a guy at his lowest, used him, and it cost him his life and his soul. Nice work."
It happened so fast, but Sam came over and injected another round of blood into Dean's neck.
"Sam!" I gasped.
It was too early, not even twenty minutes from the second dosage.
When Sam pulled the syringe away, Dean screamed and grunting hoarsely. Sam threw the needle at the table, angry as ever before.
"Let me ask you this, Sammy," Dean panted. "If this doesn't work…We both know what you got to do to me, right?" then exclaimed, "You got the stomach for that, Sam?!"
Sam didn't say anything as he left the room needing a moment.
I sighed, writing the time of the third dosage was given.
"He's not going to do it," Dean murmured. "If I survive this and get free, I'll make sure you see me kill my own brother. Just like your daddy killed his."
"Quiet," I ordered, resetting the timer and left.
.o0o.
Throughout the day, I would get Sam to administer the sanctified blood. We hardly talked to each other since I was disappointed in Sam that he would go so low to use a human to lure a crossroads demon. Instead of contacting me to rectifying that, he let the contract go through. Now, this Lester guy is dead.
Dean remained silent as Sam gave the blood. And slowly, I saw the demon features fading away. As I could see, Dean's demon form with grey skin, black eyes, and the markings remain on his right arm where the Mark of Cain resides. The mark a livid red.
Unfortunately, Castiel was going to be late than expected. Apparently, Castiel got in a car accident after falling asleep on the road. He was going to be late than anticipated. Sam was concerning that Dean was verbally crossing the line…goading him to kill him.
Each admiration becoming more painful than the last.
After the sixth administration, Sam excused himself for a bit. I remained in the dungeon to keep watch over Dean. As I wrote down the time of the sixth dosage and resetting the timer. I watched his demon form lose his grey skin tone. All that was left was the demon eyes and the markings.
"Are you really going to let him kill me," Dean murmured? "What happened to your moral compass of no killing."
"The blood is not on my hands," I answered.
"Is that your excuse," Dean scoffed. "Because you aren't the one giving me the shot. If I die, you are as much to blame as he is. Then again, you can't kill me the same way as I can't kill you. Either way, my blood is on your hands as a witness."
I took a deep breath, not letting his words get to me.
"And I thought we have something," he continued. "Maybe I should tell Sammy that the last person I slept with is in this room. A demon fucking a cambion. You're just a whore like every other demonic bitch."
I stared at him with a blank face.
"I wonder how daddy will feel when he knows about your sex life," he added.
"You already use that threat," I reminded, arms crossed.
"Still, how about a quick blow since this could be my last?" he asked. "I did go down on ya, without anything in return."
"You disgust me," I seethed.
"Ah, but you like it," he murmured. "I felt it too when we kissed. When I was inside you."
I snapped, slapping him across the face. My purple eyes glaring at him as he stared at me dumbfounded.
"I have lived over a hundred and fifty years, and I will not be belittled by the likes of you, a Knight of Hell or not," I warned. "You have what I can only dream of. So be thankful to have a brother who actually cares."
I pulled away, leaving the dungeon needing some fresh air. I stood outside the Bunker, breathing in the forest air. I closed my eyes, listening to the sound of the river and the animals nearby.
I shouldn't have slapped Dean; however, I hate it when I'm compared to a whore.
Dean doesn't realize what he and most of humanity have. So many take things for granted. As they treated life as if it were a mere toy. All I had growing up was Cain. He was the only family I have left. No brothers, no sisters. Not even experiences with my own mother, Colette. One day I had her in my life, and she was being possessed by Abaddon. From what Cain told me, her last words of love towards me by giving me my first name.
Vivian.
When I grew older, I learned what Vivian meant. It meant lively or alive.
I was alive while she was not.
Being a cambion was difficult. For the first ten years of my life, I aged like any human. However, I did not draw a breath or held a pulse for the first seven years of my life. When anyone who wasn't Cain touched me, I would cry in those vulnerable years. When I finally gain my human abilities and my aging slow down…I still lose so much for being a Cambion.
I had no friends growing up.
And I have to limit so much of myself for the safety of humanity.
So, all my life, it has been short friendships. As the modern term of ghosting people is prevalent. Short live relationships either with friends or lovers. Not even close with many monsters.
I thought about Eve, remembering how confident she was. How she stood her ground and took action against those, who harmed her family. Although she made a mistake when she started turning people into monsters, claiming all the souls so Crowley couldn't get his hands on them in a damn civil war between the angels. As the man who killed her is locked up in the dungeon. Yet Cain says Eve made her choice.
A grandmother I only had for a day.
At least I know I have aunts and uncles out there…except Crowley and Castiel might have killed them all.
I sighed, for something was wrong with me.
When I check the time on my phone, I texted Sam, letting him know it was almost time to administer the seventh dosage of sanctified blood. Right now, I don't want to be near Dean. Otherwise, I might hurt him than necessary.
It was strange how neither of us can kill each other. Maybe it was the mark's doing since Dean holds the mark, and I was sired by it through Cain. As Cain puts it, we are different from other Cambions and Demons.
I took a deep breath and meditated to calm my nerves. Listening to my surroundings of the forest and river. Faintly hearing the roads as cars were passing by. The subtle things that can calm a person's nerves and reconnect with the world. A simple trick I learned during the sixties.
I met this couple during the hippie movement. They were utterly stoned, yet they seemed to function well. Adam and Sarah, I believe their name was. A very active couple, but once on herbal drugs, were quite entertaining. Adam went all philosophical, as is we were there in ancient Greece. Although, I have to point out his distaste towards God. After his rant, he somehow knew I was struggling with inner turmoil and taunt me another way to calm myself.
It was an exciting week, as Adam took me under his wing. There was a festival, and for some reason, he acted like a father figure, despite the psychedelic drugs roaming around. He ensured I was safe, even though I can take good care of myself. Sarah tried to show me a feminine side and how to have fun. There was something off about her. I sensed an angelic aura; however, I couldn't tell if she was once possessed or not because of the drugs and alcohol. Either way, she was good to me.
I thought I made some friends until they vanished after the festival. They left me a bracelet saying to be open to nature and never let evil souls control me. That I choose my fate.
I hardly thought of them unless I'm doing this type of meditation.
No doubt those two are either in their elderly years or dead from age.
Suddenly there was a banging noise coming inside the Bunker.
Having a bad feeling, I got up and headed inside to investigate what was going. As I entered reaching the library, the lights went out and then turn red. I frowned at that and went to find Sam and Dean. When I got to the dungeon, I discover Dean was missing, and the ropes were untied.
"Smart, Sam," Dean called out. "Locking the place down. Doors won't open. I get it. But here's the thing. I don't want to leave. Not till I find you."
There was a clatter in the distance. I rushed, trying to find Sam. With the mark, Dean will do whatever it takes to satisfy it. In other words, Dean will kill Sam. And with Sam having an injury, he is vulnerable.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled. "You're just making this worse for yourself, man! Oh, by the way, you can, uh…blame yourself for me getting loose. All that blood you pumped into me to make me human – well," he chuckles. "The less demon I was, the less the cuffs worked. And that's Devil's trap – - Well, I just walked right across it. It started. But still…"
I still couldn't find Sam, and at the same time, I needed to hide from Dean. Even though Dean can't kill me, it won't stop him from hurting me. As he made that promise on the drive back from South Dakota.
Suddenly the lights went back on, and there was a loud slamming. I rushed in the direction the noise was coming from. Discovering it was down a level. I searched for the stairs, hearing the sounds of banging again. Like someone was hammering down the door. Along with Sam pleading to his brother to stop.
"But, see… here's the thing. I'm lucky. Oh, Hell, I'm blessed. Cause there's just enough demon blood left in me that killing you ain't no choice at all." Dean said, hammering at the door. "Sammy!"
I found Sam running through a hall. I collided with him as I pull him into a room. He panted. If it weren't for the warding, I would have teleported us out and accept the consequences afterward. But we can't.
"We need to grab him," I whispered. "Mind being a distraction?"
Sam nodded. We took a deep breath and lure a trap. We went our separate ways, remembering how the halls work, I took a different route.
"Come on, Sammy!" Dean taunted loudly. "Let's have a beer, talk about it. I'm tired of playing. Let's finish this game!"
There was a sound of a fight. A hammer hitting a wall. I ran, being silent on my feet to not let Dean know I was near. When I arrived, Sam had the demon blade pressed against Dean's throat. Sam was petrified while Dean stood there calmly.
"Well…look at you," Dean complimented his brother.
Sam quickly glances over Sam's shoulder sees him. He shook his head, not to give me up.
"Do it," Dean calmly challenged. "It's all you."
Once I was close, I summon my demonic form, eyes turning purple and markings showing. Sam lowered the blade when seeing this. Dean took the distraction, lowering his guard to lunged, except I intervene. I wrapped my arms around him. With the human blood weakening him, I had the upper hand as my strength tightens around his torso while pinning his arms to the side.
Dean gave a demonic growl trying to break free, but I tighten my grip restraining him. He looked over his shoulder with black eyes and growl. Meanwhile, Sam stood there, seeing two monsters before him.
"It's over," I said, using my command voice. "Dean, it's over."
Dean gave a demonic scream. Grunting hoarsely.
"Enough, it's over," I said, as my command takes control of his body. "Listen and breathe. Calm yourself. I am in charge."
The moment his body began to relax, I struck his head against the wall knocking him unconscious. I dropped him, panting from the amount of energy I used to control Dean. Sam stared at me with teary eyes, witnessing what he saw. Seeing his brother as an actual demon, the form that resigns in this realm.
"Sam," I murmured breaking the trance.
He blinked a few times staring at me.
"Let's get him to the dungeon before he wakes," I told him.
Sam nodded as we both got a hold of Dean and made our way back to the dungeon. It took some time up the stairs, but we managed to make it to the main level and back to the dungeon. We tied Dean back to the chair. He remained unconscious as we waited for the right time to inject the final dosage.
When the time came, Sam administers the last shot.
Once given, Sam came back, putting the last syringe away, and grabbed the holy water.
"What the hell are we doing to him, Vivian?" Sam asked. "I mean, even after I gave him all that blood, he still said he didn't want to be cured, that he didn't want to be human."
I sighed, crossing my arms, "All addicts say that. Yet, being half-human, I see where he is coming from. As much as we experience joy… there's such profound pain. Physical, mental, and emotional pain that all we want to do is drown it out."
Dean stirred, that Sam removed the cap off the flask. Slowly Dean lifted his head, revealing black eyes. For a second, I thought it didn't work until those black eyes melted away, returning to white while the irises became green. Not a slide-out for demons, but actually vanished of the black eyes. I tried to stare at Dean's demonic form, except all I saw was a human with the Mark on Cain marred on his right arm.
Dean groans hoarsely, shaking his head as he took deep breaths. Sam and I were still on guard, making sure this wasn't another demon trick. After a moment, Dean looked up, slightly surprised and relieved.
"You look worried, fellas," he said.
Sam glance at me, and I nodded. Not hesitating, Sam tossed holy water on Dean. The sacred water was not burning him, nor was there steam—just a confused, wet Dean. Sam smiled and breathed in relief.
"Welcome back, Dean," Sam said.
Dean was utterly confused, staring at his brother, then me before looking at his surroundings seeing he was tied to a chair in the center of a Devil's Trap.
I came over, removing the ropes, and helped Dean up.
"Vivian…" he started but stopped.
"It's alright, let's get you to your room so you can rest," I murmured.
Dean nodded as we lead him back to his room.
.o0o.
I was back in the library with a drink in hand. I decided to let Sam explain what has transpired, thinking family gives the better news than I. As I waited, the door open and Castiel came down. He seemed a bit better, as I sensed angelic grace in him, yet it did not match his own. Somehow, he borrowed another angel's grace. Castiel came over and stopped at the entryway to the library.
"You're late," I murmured, taking a sip of brandy.
"Dean?" Castiel asked, ignoring my comment.
"Cured," I answered. "Sam is with him now."
Castiel nodded as he glanced at me.
We still held our differences. Neither of us can trust the other. We merely tolerated each other for the Winchesters' sake. Him being good friends with the hunter, and I merely checking on the mark.
"Thank you," Castiel said.
This surprised me. I merely shrugged, "You're welcome."
Castiel came overseeing the pile of books about possession. He picked up one called "PRACTITIONERS GUIDE TO EXORCISM." Opening the cover and scrolling through the pages. It wasn't long when Sam returned, exhausted from everything that has transpired in the past week.
"Hey," Sam greeted Castiel.
"How's he doing?' Castiel asked.
"He's uh… he's still a little out of it, but better, I think," Sam answered. "I mean, I think this whole thing – - the blood cure and the … all of it— - really wrecked him, you know?"
"Yeah," Castiel agreed, looking down.
"On the plus side, he's hungry again, so I'm just gonna go pick him up a big ol' bag of crap food and stuff it in his face myself," Sam said with a chuckle. "Mind keeping an eye on him?"
"I'll go get it," I offered, standing up. "You rest. Also, your fridge needs to be restocked anyway."
"Thanks, Viv," Sam said with relief. "I owe you one."
I merely shrugged as I grabbed my jacket and headed out.
"Any request?" I asked.
"Just a ton of cheeseburgers," Sam answered.
I nodded, going up the steps, and closed the door. Although I can hear their conversation. As Castiel told Sam:
"You realize – one problem is solved, but one remains. Dean is no longer a demon. That's true. But the Mark of Cain – that, he still has, and sooner or later, that's gonna be an issue."
"You know what, Cass?" Sam replied. "I'm beat, man. One battle at a time, you know? So, I'm just gonna go feed my brother some cholesterol. And then I'm gonna get drunk."
I smiled from that before teleporting to grab food.
.o0o.
Dean's POV
Dean stared at photographs he has of his loved ones and family. So many thoughts were running through his head. As he looked at the pictures in the actual memories of his past and not the current ones the last several months. The people he killed, those who were being possessed by demons or not. Those he truly hurt.
There was a knock on the door. Quickly, hid the pictures under a book on the nightstand before saying, "Yeah."
Castiel came in, clearing his throat, "You look terrible."
Dean chuckled, knowing the angle was a terrible liar, "You know, it wouldn't kill you to lie every now and again."
"No, it wouldn't kill me," Castiel said. "I just…you –"
"Forget it," Sam interrupted, not wanting to go through what has transpired again. "Well, you, on the other hand, you…" he stood up, clearing his throat. "Looking good. So…are you back?"
He walked over to Castiel. Recalling how tired he looked the last time he saw him when fighting Metatron. Especially when the snobby angel stole his friend's grace.
"At least temporarily," Castiel said. "Yeah, it's a long story – Crowley, stolen grace. There's a female outside in the car."
That surprised Dean not expecting a girl.
"Another time," Castiel pleaded, not wanting to talk about it.
"Well, thank you for, um…helping Sam," Dean started.
Castiel nodded.
"What does Sam say? Does he want a divorce?" Dean asked, walking over to his desk.
"I'm sure Sam knows that whatever you said or what you did, that wasn't really you," Castiel answered. "It certainly wasn't all you."
"I tried to kill him, Cass," Dean reminded, closing a book.
"Dean, you two have been through so much," Castiel replied.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Look, your brothers. It'd take a lot more than trying to kill Sam with a hammer to make him want to walk away. "Castiel reasoned.
"You realize how screwed up our lives are that that even makes sense?" Dean added.
Castiel chuckled with a small smile.
Dean hesitated as he added, "And Vivian? How is she?"
Castiel did not expect this as he said, "She seemed fine."
Dean nodded, "I'm glad you're here, man."
Castiel nodded, leaving to let Dean rest but stopped at the door, "Hey, maybe you should, um … take some time before you get back to work – allow yourself to heal. It's, uh…I don't know. The timing might be right. Heaven and Hell – they seem reasonably back in order. It's quiet out there."
With nothing else to say, Castiel left, closing the door. However, Dean wasn't sure what to do as he cleaned up his bed and desk. So much has happened, and there was a lot of guilt. Killing a possessed person with a demon he managed to go by. However, he killed an innocent…well, a cheating sexist bastard who took no-fault, but a man who was in his lowest of lows. Along with Cole, hurting him mentally and physically. Then how he treated Sam, almost killing him.
But his thoughts linger to Vivian. She tried her best to help Sam and Castiel to find him. And when she did find him, he felt horrible for what he did to her. The demon inside him wanted to kill her, yet the mark wouldn't allow it. He has beaten her up, and suddenly the mark did something to both of them that they were fucking each other.
When they left, she did not hold it against him. As she drove, trying to be reasonable. Instead, he put her on the spot to either save Sam from Cole or lose him. Testing her moral compass until causing a car accident and beat her up to unconsciousness. Something inside him told him not to leave her there. Instead, he took her to a motel, only to humiliate her.
How he treated Vivian, he wasn't sure how to resolve.
Yeah, he was a guy and does one-night stands so many times.
But something about Vivian was different.
And he wasn't sure what it was.
Especially when he saw her cambion form. Not the purple eyes surrounded by bruising and the markings. In the alleyway, he saw her actual cambion form, just like he saw Ruby's form when his time was up and hellhounds were after him. Vivian was paled, the markings swirling around her body. Her eyes purple while the whites were black and bruising around them. Yet, it wasn't those features that caught him off guard. No, it was the wings that sprouted behind her that resembled almost a bat or dragon, while horns protruded from the top of her head.
So much has happened he was scared and afraid he would do something he was going to regret.
Can you guess who the people she met in the sixties were?
What do you guys think?
What episode do you want to see Vivian in?
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