Daughter of Cain
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural
A/N: All I could say was sorry for the long hiatus. Been working on other stories
Chapter 16: Girls, Girls, Girls
Vivian's POV
Days turn into weeks. And weeks turned into months as I tried to gather as much information about the mark as possible. Cain was stubborn, as always. Always speaking in riddles and changing the subject. It was difficult to get a bit of information. Let alone keep an eye on Cain, so he doesn't relapse again. So far, I have started writing things in a journal. And then, I have to rewrite it in another journal. For heaven's sake, I think my father enjoys torturing me. Every time I get close to new information, he changes the subject. For example, needing to go hunting again or hiking.
I'm close to screaming. Or maybe I have screamed at the top of the mountain in Alaska. Scared a few of the wildlife as all birds took to the sky. But still, if Cain wasn't immortal. I was close to killing him myself. It's not like I can send him to a nursing home. Hell, he might murder the residence and the caretakers there before the day is over.
I groaned as I sat on the roof of the cabin. After much consideration, we finally bought a place in Alaska. Well, a hunter's cabin with two bedrooms. It was old, a fixer-upper, yet Cain seemed to enjoy it. As he found projects to keep him occupied and areas to hunt. There was a view of the scenery of the mountain terrains. The nearest town was two hundred miles away.
How it felt lonely. Unlike Missouri and the town nearby. If I ever needed a break, I could easily drive twenty minutes and find something to do and talk with the locals. Able to see a movie. The markets. Basically, anything to keep my mind at ease. Now I feel isolated.
On occasion, the Winchesters would text to see how I was doing. There were a few attempts to call, but the signal here is terrible. Along with the internet. Nothing new from the Winchesters. Though my thoughts linger on Dean and wondering how he is faring from the mark. However, my thoughts wandered about that night, only to be reminded of that conversation about it being the mark's fault and our relations.
We may share Cain's blood, but my blood is closer to Cain's than his. Let alone half the population has Cain's blood. But that is where Dean's stands, and I'll respect it. Hopefully, once we get the mark sorted out, we no longer have to see each other. Dean can go back to saving people and hunting things while I…
While I….
While I….
While I go through the motions.
Being a Cambion is not easy. Then again, most Cambions have a longer human life than most mortals. But I was not a product of a virgin, a demon, or a virgin possessed by a demon. No, my father is a Hell Knight, while my mother was an ordinary woman who was once married and remarried.
Cambions sired by Hell Knights, White-eyed Demons, and Princes of Hell…. we tend to live longer than human or most supernatural beings. Most of my kind have been exterminated by angels. I haven't met anyone like me or a simple Cambion. Cain said I could live up to five centuries to a millennium. Only two Cambions have been documented in history from Caliban and Merlin. Caliban was not like Shakespeare's play but was poorly treated by the other creatures. They took his powers and cursed him to be a slave. Merlin, on the other hand, from Cain's perspective, was sired by a druid and a Prince of Hell. Cain wasn't sure by who, but Cain could tell that they were not a seed of evil if the Cambion was appropriately raised.
Merlin is probably dead by now, I thought.
I sighed when my phone made a notification sound. I grabbed it to see it was a text from Dean.
Need help on a case.
I frowned and typed. On what?
Demon prostitution ring.
You gotta be kidding me, I thought. A demon prostitution ring? How desperate and low do demons have to get.
Well? Dean texted again.
I sighed, then typed, Location.
I teleported off the roof and onto the ground before going to the shed where Cain was skinning a deer he had recently caught.
"I'm gonna be out of town for a few days," I announced.
"Oh, anywhere specific," he asked.
"Anywhere but here," I muttered. "Sorry, Pa, I need to escape and see people or a movie. Just something."
Cain laughed, "Aye, you and cabin fever don't get along."
"Are you going to behave while I'm gone?" I asked.
Cain set the knife down and turned to face me, "I'll be fine. I'll probably go fishing and read."
"Dad," I warned.
He raised his hands up in defense, "I'll behave."
I sighed but nodded. Giving him a quick hug, I returned to the cabin to grab my backpack. Dean had sent me the location. Closing my eyes, I teleported into an alleyway. I started heading to the streets to see if I could find any of the Winchesters.
"Vivian, over here!" Dean called out.
I saw Sam and Dean standing by an entrance to a hotel. I smiled slightly, making my way over.
"Sam, Dean, it's been a while," I greeted.
"Yeah, it has," Sam replied with a caring smile. "How are you doing?"
"I'm doing well, though it's hard to get any info off Cain," I said. "His mind is like Guantanamo."
Dean snorted, shaking his head.
"So, did I read the text correctly... you are dealing with a demon prostitute?" I asked.
Sam and Dean hesitated as the older brother said, "Let's take this to the car."
Not arguing there, the boys led me to the impala. Sam, being a gentleman, opened the passenger door for me. I thanked him and got in the back. They got in the front as Dean drove off.
"Now, Demon prostitutes?" I brought up.
"Well, it's not demons prostituting, but more like demons prostituting women," Sam explained. "They have these women on the streets and dating apps, tricking men into a casual hookup into a contract."
"Their soul for sex," Dean grumbled.
I frowned at that.
"Has that happened before?" Dean asked.
"None that I'm aware of," I answered. "Cain said that demons prefer the mortal to give up their soul willingly, not through deception. Said it was a bit tacky. Usually, the demon would offer the lady of the night a deal to get out of the sexual payments. Sell their soul to marry a rich man. Not keep the woman in prostitution."
"Huh," Sam thought.
"Unless we are dealing with a younger generation of demons who don't follow the code," I said.
"Oh, so now there's a code," Dean grumbled.
"Well, Crossroads demons have a code," I murmured. "I'm sure you boys are familiar with their contracts. Especially in No One Rests for the Wicked."
Both Sam and Dean tensed when I mentioned that title.
"You didn't," Dean grounded out.
"Oh, I have read them," I answered with a wicked grin. "I did not like the meta book. It was too meh."
Sam gave a groan while Dean glared at the road ahead. I couldn't help but laugh at this, "I'm surprised the series didn't become a television program in our universe. Although Sam, you married fake Ruby."
"We need to gather all those books and burn them," Dean grumbled.
"Agreed," Sam promised.
I couldn't help but laugh.
After several minutes it was time to get serious, "Sorry about that boys. Being isolated in Alaska can do a number on ya."
The two didn't say anything.
"So, how did you two come by this case?" I asked.
Sam snickered, trying hard not to laugh while Dean became uncomfortable.
"Well?" I pried.
"We were at a bar and heard a couple on a date talking about it." Dean was quick to answer. "We followed them to be sure and heard the woman bring up the contract. Saved the guy, and the woman helped us capture the demon. But she killed the demon before we got our answers. All we got is this card."
Dean reached into his pocket and handed me the card. I took a look at the card that was red with two women on it. As it's read, Raul's Girls, 1482 Willis Blvd. I frown at this. Are these women on the cards stock pictures, or are actual girls tricked into this? Yes, professional escort companies do this discreetly, but this…this is wrong.
"And why do you need me?" I asked.
"We need you to trap the demons," Sam explained. "Coaxed them to tell us if there are more locations like this. But also tell us if the bodies they possessed are still alive."
"You want me to perform an exorcism?" I asked.
"We know you don't kill," Dean replied. "Hopefully, we can save these people and leave it as a bad nightmare for them."
I merely nodded.
A small smile lifted my lips.
.o0o.
We arrived at the brothel where Raul's Girls took place. It was simple, I went in to command all the demons to freeze. Call in the Winchesters to come in, and escort the girls out. Some interrogation and then seeing if the vessel host was still alive. If not, then terminate. It Sounds simple.
I adjusted my jacket to make my appearance pleasing to the demons. It takes a while for a demon to tell my specie status.
"Hey," Dean said as he walked over. "Be careful."
I smiled softly, "I always am, Sugar."
Dean shook his head yet was amused.
I took a deep breath heading inside.
There was an entryway that had clients sign in and collect coats. Along with a register to get money. No one was manning the register. Yet there was another door. I took a deep breath, opening the door to find two dead bodies. This was not good. I searched the place, seeing no other people in the establishment. Only the two bodies.
One body was fine physically; the demon possessing him probably rushed out, snapping the vessel's neck in the process. Meanwhile, the body with the eye patch was a different story. The vessel lying on a pool of black liquid and more around the mouth. I knelt down, examining it, for I thought it was ectoplasm. Feeling the texture and sensing its energy, I gasped to realize this black substance was a demon in liquid form…dead. Bloody dead.
"Sam, Dean…you better come see this!" I called out.
Not a moment too soon, the boys were shocked to see what had transpired.
Dean scoffed, "Can't believe somebody got to kill this Raul tool before we could."
Sam nearly gagged.
"Check IDs," Dean suggested, going to the bar to pour himself a drink.
"All right," Sam said as he knelt down, examining the corpse.
"Not necessary," I said. "That black stuff is a demon."
Sam nodded, "I think this is Raul."
"What? Did he puke himself to death?" Dean asked in disgust.
Sam poked the goo with a pen, "Yeah, literally."
Dean walked over to get a better look, "Okay, so…something went down here. There was a standoff. One demon smokes out, and Raul…what can even kill a demon like this? Vivian…can a Cambion do this?"
"I doubt it," I answered. "I've never killed a demon, yet Cain said Merlin managed to purify the demon without damaging the host…. most of the time."
"Wait…Merlin was a Cambion?" Dean asked.
I merely shrugged until spotting something from Raul's leg and picked it up. It was a small hex bag with markings. The markings looked familiar, "Seems we are dealing with witchcraft."
"A witch," Sam said, quite impressed.
I examined the runes, "This looks familiar."
"You've seen this before?" Dean asked.
"I met a witch who had this in her possession. Used it in many forms to manipulate people. It was a brief encounter, but she left quite an impression on the Oriental Express in the 90s. Though… can't say for the conductor …" I murmured. "What was her name again, Rosalind? No. Rhona. Robena."
"Great," Dean grumbled.
"Hey, you try remembering all the people you've encountered," I shot back.
"But you're certain it's witchcraft?" Sam asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah, it's 18th-century magic," I explained. "The witch in question used it a lot during the revolution and other historical events when Demons tried to…broker a deal. Any human who found the body thought it was tar or is the worst case on consumption."
Dean finished the drink, "Well, we better get out of here."
I nodded, standing up and offering Sam a hand, which he accepted. We left the bodies, not bothering with them though Dean took the bottle and glass since his fingerprints were on it. Sam took the back seat as I took the passenger while Dean drove. We drove around as Sam took hold of the hex bag doing some research.
Time went on until Sam finally spoke up, "Here we go. Vivian was right. In the 18th century, there were accounts of demons killed by witchcraft. Apparently they were vanquished by a spell called Defigere et Depurgare, which is Latin for…."
"To bind and purge," I translated.
"You think that's the same kind of spell that took out Raul?" Dean asked.
"Sounds like it," Sam agreed. "But from what I can tell, that hasn't been used in over three hundred years."
"The last documentation in the last three hundred years," I corrected.
"Vivian…that Witch you mention….by any chance, was her name Rowena?" Sam asked.
Suddenly I had a memory of Rowena back in the '90s. Sitting in the dining cart dressed to impress as a woman who appeared in her middle age with vibrant red hair and red lipstick. She sat there holding a glass of red wine while petting her white fur scarf. She spoke in a heavy Scottish accent, as her green eyes illuminated mischievously.
"Yes, that's her name," I confirmed. "Oh…"
"Oh…. what do you mean... Oh?" Dean asked.
"Rowena… she's a complex witch," I answered.
"As in?" Dean encourages.
"Well, there are two types of witches. The most common are the Borrowers, who borrow from a demon. The second are the Naturals. They are rare and can be very powerful. Over the centuries, their numbers have been declining and they have been accepting apprentices from ordinary people who can obtain some magic after proper training."
"So…what does this have to do with Rowena," Dean asked.
"Rowena is a Natural. A powerful natural that she tried to start her own coven three hundred years ago. Unfortunately, the Grand Coven threw her out."
"Why?" Dean asked.
"They disapproved of her methods…as you saw from Raul," I answered.
"So why did Rowena go after a Prostitution Ring?" Sam asked.
"I think Rowena is trying to start a Coven again," I answered. "There were no ladies there. Either Rowena was helping the women or was recruiting."
"But why prostitutes?" Dean asked.
I took a deep breath, "She has a heart for the destitute."
"Do you have her number or a way to contact her?" Sam asked. "Just so we can figure out if she is a threat."
I shook my head. "It's been over twenty years. We merely shared a few days together before going our separate ways. She thought I was a Borrower."
"Is there a way to find her?" Dean asked.
"There is," I answered. "She prefers expensive hotels to restaurants."
Dean groaned, for that was probably the last place he wanted to be. Well, I don't mind, since money is not an issue and I can transfigure my clothes to their standards. However, Sam and Dean would stick out like a sore thumb. It reminded me of one of Carver Edlund's books about a ghost ship and then attending a formal event with a supernatural treasure hunter arms dealer.
We found a motel with two bedrooms vacant next to one another. We order some pizza and simply chat while watching the news and researching. As I explained the side effects of Rowena's hex bags.
During the research and meals, I kept an eye on Dean. He appeared fine. No emotional affliction in what transpired a few months ago. Yet, I could sense something was off. As if Dean was trying harder to stay positive than be his usual self. Like he was wearing a mask, for Sam's sake.
Soon the conversations turned to a few cases the boys had. One was in Flint, Michigan, at a girl's private school. Apparently, a girl named Marie was a fan of the Supernatural books and wrote a musical about it. Her inspiration intrigued the goddess of Calliope, who watched the young screenwriter and summoned the Scarecrow to take those who dared end Marie's vision…before she consumed her. Sam was nearly laughing about all the tropes the girls used and was impressed by their research. Dean merely nodded, though ready to punch his brother when mentioning two lesbians who were a couple dressed as Dean and Castiel. Sam went over the couple's names of Destiel, Castean, and such that I was laughing.
Dean changed the subject to another case involving an heiress with a shapeshifter for a kid kept in the attic. Once the mother died, the shapeshifter named Olivia killed the staff and relatives who insulted her mother's name.
"Almost sounded like an Agatha Christie novel if she had gone to the horror stories," I chuckled, then took a swig of beer.
Dean laughed at that.
I couldn't help but smile.
.o0o.
The following day, the news reported a strange incident where the Head Waiter at the Bistro des Moules had a possible brain aneurysm. However, witnesses said his face turned red, grabbing his head while crying bloody tears before dropping dead.
"That sounds about Rowena's doing," I said.
Dean nodded, "Well, just to be sure. Sam, why don't you go to the morgue and get information on the vic. Vivian, you and I will go to the restaurant and try to get some info on what happened."
"I'll meet you at the restaurant," I said. "If we are dealing with Rowena, I better get a potion that can counteract her spells."
"Probably a good idea," Sam agreed.
Dean nodded.
We got dressed and went our separate ways. I teleported to Salem, Massachusetts, to meet with a small natural witch coven. The lead witch, who was elderly, smiled at me in greeting. We met back in our hippie days. Beth smiled as she made me several potions. Her coven was known to help other supernatural creatures who are more about thriving with humans than hunting them. Beth was also good at creating counteractive curses. Giving her the hex bag, the witch went to work creating several potions in small vials that could undo Rowena's spells. It took a few hours. But I had five vials of an amber liquid for emergencies.
After paying Beth, I teleported back to the restaurant. I walked around until I spotted Sam sitting at a public table, talking on the phone. Listening closely, I thought it was from another hunter. Apparently, this hunter has been following a stream of cases of customer service members with melted brains and impaled to the ceiling. Or one of the others.
"No, that is strange," Sam agreed. "All right, I hear you. Thank you."
Dean made his way over.
Sam greeted him, "Hey."
"So, it looks like our witch was here with two new friends," Dean informed.
"Raul's girls?" I asked.
"The waiter called them hookers," Dean confirmed.
"I guess this confirms my theory," I said.
Dean sighed, looking at Sam, "What'd you get from the Hunter Network?"
"This guy Darrell's been working a case, uh, a series of grisly hotel murders - one at the Kensington, another at the Waldorf in Cleveland – bodies stabbed, impaled on the ceiling," Sam reported.
"Sounds a little more homicidal maniac than witchy," Dean guessed.
"That's what Darrell thought, too," Sam said.
"Well…." I replied. "She can be."
Dean stared at me.
"Yeah, and the autopsy came back," Sam continued. "Actual cause of death –"
"Let me guess – boiled brains," Dean concluded.
"Yeah," Sam scoffed. "Same as our waiter."
"Well, I'll give this to the witch – she's got deep pockets," Dean said. "The Kensington, The Waldorf, this restaurant— that can't be cheap."
I scoffed up a laugh, "Rowena doesn't pay. She's a sophisticated gold digger. If a man is not paying for it, she is conning them. Hence the hex bags."
I removed my bag and pulled out a vial, handing one to Dean. He examined it.
"I made contact with an acquaintance of mine who works in curse-breaking and poisons," I said. "She only was able to make five under short notice. Enough for us or any of Raul's girls being possessed by Rowena."
"Good, so our brains won't melt," Dean said, handing it back.
"As long as you take it as soon as possible," I replied. "It's best that you don't grab the hex bags as she enchants it. If you somehow get it, then drink this."
Sam and Dean nodded.
"We need to find Rowena and the girls," I sighed. "Otherwise…."
Dean stared at me, "Otherwise, what?"
I took a deep breath, "I've only known Rowena for a few days, but she can be impatient. And listening to her stories…she can be selective about her students. If any of the girls shows little potential…. She will use her as a scapegoat."
"In other words, a human shield," Sam concluded.
I nodded.
Sam got up, "Let's get."
I got up, and Dean and I followed.
"Where are we going?" Dean asked.
"Check out every Five-Star hotel in the area," Sam answered.
"Oh," Dean hummed.
The next hour we spent online searching for five-star hotels. Sam and I made some calls asking if Rowena was attending. Knowing Rowena preferred vintage, we found the hotel and rushed over. When we parked, I paused, sensing dark energy. The scent of fresh sulfur and smoke.
Dean stopped noticing this, "What is it?"
"Demons," I announced. "There's two here."
"And…and the vessels?" Sam asked.
I paused, sensing no souls in the vessels, shaking my head. Dean nodded as he grabbed a dagger from the trunk.
We went inside to the front desk, and I used my abilities to track the demons. They were on the third floor. Knowing the demons must be handled first, we took the elevator and got off. As we went down the hall, we could hear a conversation.
"Operation Skank has been terminated," A demoness said. "The only place you two are going is the dumpster out back."
They turned the corner, and the demoness had Rowena bound and gagged. While a demon held the two women, one a blond and the other a brunette.
"Freeze," I ordered.
The two demons tensed from the command. Dean lunged forward with the dagger and stabbed the demoness in the sternum. Death claims her as her insides vaporize, killing the demoness. I grabbed Rowena, pushing her away along with the girls. Dean, in his haze, went after the demon stabbing him as well.
Sam and I stared at Dean. I saw his back, watching his body stance in how he killed. It was quick and clean. Not brutal like he did with Magnus. Yet I haven't seen him killed before. Only hearing about it. Sam was on guard, then nodded.
The two turned around to stare at us girls.
Rowena was untied from her bondage and stared at me.
"Vivian, so good to see you," Rowena praised in her Scottish accent. "It has been what thirty years. You look like you haven't aged for a Borrow Witch."
"Who are those guys?" the brunette asked.
Sam and Dean stepped forward, but I gestured for them to stop.
"What are you doing with hunters?" Rowena growled, getting a better look at them.
"Rowena," I said. "They came to make sure the girls are okay. They were after Raul…yet you beat them to the punch."
"Still, aren't they our enemy," Rowena spat.
"Don't worry, ladies," Dean assured. "Our beef's not with you. We're here for the witch. Rowena."
I cursed, for they had blown our cover.
Dean realized that and looked at me apologetically.
Rowena noticed this as her posture changed to a sophisticated woman.
"Always nice to be recognized," Rowena murmured.
"Do something - a spell!" The blond pleaded.
Rowena smiled at her, "That's an excellent idea."
Suddenly she put a hexed bag into the woman's hand, caressing it, "Impetus Bestiarum."
"No," I shouted, rushing to stop, yet Rowena raised her hand, blasting me across the hall and colliding into a painting.
"Vivian," Dean barked as he rushed over to me.
The blond woman held the bag screaming in pain. Her body hunched over as she convulsed while standing.
"What did you do to her?" Dean yelled.
Rowena merely chuckled.
The blond lifted her head as her eyes were bloodshot and blood seeping from her nose. A primitive growl erupted from her lips. Her eyes focused on Sam. Sam froze, standing his ground as if facing an animal. She lunged forward, punching Sam in the face. Rowena dragged the brunette out of the hall during the fight, escaping.
"Go, stop them," I ground out, ignoring the pain in my back.
The blonde stared at us, tilting her head. Another growl rumbled in her chest. We were in a stalemate. If we move, she will attack. However, the question is, who will get hurt first. Or better yet, will the woman's attack trigger Dean to kill her.
"Hey!" Sam called out, getting her attention.
"Go," I told Dean.
Dean nodded as they got up, chasing after Rowena and her student. Sam fought the blond to keep her away from me. I adjusted myself, grabbing the antidote. Taking hold of the vial, I started chanting the spell that would activate the ingredients to break the curse. By spell, it sounded like the Attack Dog Spell.
"Look…whatever she did to you, you have to fight it," Sam said, restraining her.
The woman thrashed in his arms, "I… can't." she then screamed.
I teleported over, removing the cork before grabbing her head and forcing it back to pour the potion into her mouth. She gagged, yet I placed my hands over her mouth and nose to prevent her from vomiting it out. She thrashed, gagging, trying to spit the potion out. But the lack of air made her swallow the content. I removed my hands as she thrashed and screamed until she abruptly stopped. Her eyes dripped blooded until falling unconscious.
Sam panted as he held onto the woman.
I panted as well, checking her vitals to see if she was still breathing and had a pulse.
"She's alive," I panted. "We just made it in time."
Sam nodded as he set the woman down.
"Oh god, Elle," the brunette called from the other side of the hall.
She ran over and knelt over to her friend.
"Where's Rowena?" Sam asked her.
The brunette looked up, "I punched her in an alley to escape. I think your friend has her."
Sam looked at me in question.
"Go to him. I'll take care of these two," Sam nodded as he left.
Using my strength, I picked Elle up as the brunette let me back to the room they had occupied. However, there was a dead body there. Setting Elle on the bed, I told the brunette to stay and not open the door until I returned. She nodded as she tended to her friend. Yet I stopped, teleporting the body in the alleyway to make it seem like it was a mugging gone wrong. I ran out to the hall, transfiguring the demon bodies into porcelain dolls, and used some electromagnetic interference to disrupt the security system in the hotel.
Afterward teleported to the back alley where Sam and Dean were…. along with Cole.
For fuck's sake, what is Cole doing here? I thought.
Cole faced Dean, aiming his gun at the hunter while Sam stood behind the man. I stood behind Dean. This was not good. If Cole kills Dean, the mark will activate again and turn Dean into a demon once more. And Demon Dean has a strong vendetta against Sam and me. I have not forgotten his promise to make my life a living hell.
Cole freaked out at my sudden appearance.
"Vivian," Sam called out.
I stepped forward.
"Vivian, don't come any closer," Dean ordered.
Cole was frantic as the gun returned to Dean, "My whole life, I've been…."
"I get it. That was your story." Dean said. "Look, man, I got one of those, too. Okay, but those stories that we tell to keep us going? Man, sometimes they blind us. They take us to a dark place – the kind of place where I might beat the crap out of a good man just for the fun of it. The people who love me, they pulled me back from the edge. Cole, once you touch that darkness…it never goes away."
Cole's eyes water as he listens to Dean.
"Now, the truth is… I'm past saving," Dean said.
Sam frowned at that.
"I know how my story ends." Dean continued. "It's at the edge of a blade or the barrel of a gun. So, the question is, is that gonna be today? That gonna be that gun?"
Cole contemplated it. Is he going to kill Dean or spare him?
"You've got a family, Cole," Sam reminded.
Cole turned somewhat to stare at Sam.
Sam continued, "I heard you on the phone that night. I'm guessing they need you to come back, and they need you to come back whole."
"We barely have anyone," I said, which Cole stared at me. "Our families are truly broken or gone. Don't repeat the cycle on yours."
Cole paused, taking our words in before heaving a heavy sigh. He was in near tears before handing the gun back to Dean. Dean took it as he put the safety back on. Cole was in near tears as he stared at the man who killed his father. I can only assume Cole's father was turned into a monster, and Dean hunted him down. It was the only logical explanation.
After assuring me that Cole was no threat, Dean advised me to go check on the girls while he had a talk with Cole. I hesitated, yet Sam assured me he got it here. Dean gave a reassuring smile, though small, that everything was alright.
I nodded, teleporting back to the room when Elle woke up.
.o0o.
It would be an hour to check Elle's condition to see if she was okay. Well, physically drained from energy but alive.
"You need to rest and have a meal," I said.
"We can't afford this place," the brunette, whose name was Catlin, said. "And what if those demons come back. We're not going back to that place."
"I assure you, they won't," I promised. "I'll pay for the bill and take you, ladies, somewhere safe."
"Not with another witch," Catlin said.
I chuckled softly, "No, not with another witch."
Money is not an issue for me. Yes, back in Missouri, we lived a humble life. But we do have money. Cain did some business throughout the century. When I was born, he made investments with businesses that soon became famous companies. We mainly lived frugally unless we were traveling. I did invest in a house in the eighties. Now and then, I would stop by to relax in Vermont.
Catlin was hesitant but nodded, as did Elle. Allowing the two to rest, I went to the front desk as they were dealing with technical issues with their security. I got their attention and paid for the room Rowena had used and all the other expenses. I groaned, regretting not just taking the girls to a different hotel. Either way, I paid the bill and will do it tomorrow with a tip.
Afterward, I went to find the Winchesters. Cole was gone while Sam and Dean were having a conversation.
"About being past saving -" Sam said. "Were you really –"
"I was just telling the guy what he needed to hear," Dean assured.
I made my way over, "So I take it Rowena has escaped."
"Yeah," Dean confirmed.
I sighed, "She'll slip up one day. If the Grand Coven doesn't hear of this."
Both Winchesters nodded.
"What about you?" Sam said. "You're heading back to Alaska."
"Not for a while. I need a break from my father. He's getting a bit ornery in his natural habitat," I replied. "I'm going to take Catlin and Elle somewhere safe."
"Anything on the mark?" Sam added.
"Cain has been tight lip," I answered. "Either he doesn't want to tell me. Or he doesn't know as well."
"What do you know?" Dean asked.
I stared at him, "All I can gather is that…that mark contains something that does not want to die. Either it is a curse from Lucifer or something else. It's alive. And you must do everything in your power not to satisfy it."
"Well, that's going to be hard when hunting monsters," Dean grumbled.
"Cain killed monsters as well, and he said he doesn't get the same satisfaction from killing them. He gets it from…." I paused.
"From what?" Dean asked.
I took a deep breath, "Anything human. Either it is man or possession from a demon or angel."
Sam glanced at Dean, "Did you feel anything when killing those demons?"
Dean paused, thinking about it, "No, it felt like any other kill."
I nodded, "As long as you don't kill a human, the less likely of a relapse."
Dean nodded in agreement.
We stood there for a moment. Sam excused himself, saying he was going to check on the impala. After a moment, it was Dean and me in an alleyway.
"I never got to ask, but how are you doing?" he asked.
"As in?" I replied.
"After all that has happened since I became human again and such," he said.
"I'm doing well," I answered. "Frustrated at Cain, but I'm doing well."
Yet my father has killed a man who was a serial killer, I thought. My powers have fluctuated since touching the first blade. But most of all, I can't stop thinking about you.
I never said those words. Though I felt trapped, I made a strange friendship with the Winchesters…I just couldn't tell Dean how I was feeling. Not without risking Cain's safety. As Cain told Dean, if he ever falls, he will call Dean to kill him. Only the First Blade can kill Cain. And the blade only works when the person wields the mark.
"Hey," Dean said, resting a hand on my shoulder. "If you ever need to talk. Don't be afraid to call."
I gave him a small smile, "Thanks…Sugar."
"Seriously," Dean grumbled.
I couldn't help but chuckle.
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