Ch 4

"I need to know who she is, where she came from, if she has any family left, ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING you can find on her! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

Crowley was eager/desperate to find out who you were. He didn't need Dean having his humanity side winning, but his darker side in control, BUT he also needed to keep that side from going so far overboard as to take over hell as well. He enjoyed his thrown, but would love to have a knight of hell at his service and you seemed to be the key at succeeding at just that.
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"I think I got a hit on Dean!" Sam exclaimed to Cas.

"Where?"

"Some place in New Mexico...a group of men were beaten pretty bad by a single man and one almost beaten to death...Witnesses said the man who attacked the group fled with a woman?"

Sam looked to Cas as if to ask if he had a clue who that could be, but Cas just looked at him equally surprised.

"So he was not with Crowley? " Cas asked.

"There's no mention of him, but I have no doubt he wasn't far...I'm very curious as to who this woman is...do you think she might be another demon?"

"I have no idea, but if she were the one to stop Dean from killing another person AND he's still with her...I can only hope she knows what she's doing or is just as crazed as he is to survive him...we have to find them. We can already bet that Crowley will be interested in her as well."

"And why's that?"

"Because she may be the key to turning Dean to either side."
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You woke up with Dean lying in your arms. Last night after you fled you managed to drive a state and a half away before stopping at another run down motel. Dean was in hysterics wanting to know how you knew what to do. He was terrified he killed the guy, but you reassured him he didn't and told him you would explain after you guys got some rest. He silently cried in your arms 'til he fell asleep as you sang to him and ran your fingers through his hair.

You had no idea how to explain to him how you knew to calm him. Would he kill you? But he's in the same spot you USED to be...however the more time you spend with him, the more you feel the darkness inside grow, your bloodlust feels unquenchable, and you're not sure if you'll win out this time around.

Lost in thought you didn't notice the pair of green eyes looking up at you.

"Morning"

You jumped a little having been deep in thought.

"Whoa...what were you thinking about?" He looked up at you with a quizzical expression, but he knew what you were thinking about.

"You already know...I know you want answers, but...I'm not sure I'm ready to give them..."

He moved himself on top of you and held himself up on his elbows to not put all of his weight on you.

"Why not? I think I'm kind of owed one."

"And I'm not?...I think it was YOU who led ME into a trap, and I think it was YOU who took out four guys by himself, almost beat one to death, and oh yeah, in case I forgot to mention. You had BLACK EYES while doing so...so if anyone owes an explanation I think YOU owe ME one first."

You saw the pain paint itself across his face as he got up off of you, left the bed, and retreated to the bathroom.

You let out a heavy sigh before you got out of the bed yourself and made your way to the bathroom. You twisted the knob to find it locked.

"Dean...Dean come on...let me in...please..."

You heard the lock unlatch and walked in to see Dean with his head down and arms spread to both sides of the sink holding himself up.

"I don't...I don't known what to do...I don't really even know what's happening to me..." He lifted his head to look at you in the mirror. You could see his eyes brimmed with tears as one started to fall down his cheek.

You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him from behind and placed a kiss on his back.

"I'm not entirely sure either...but if it's ANYTHING like what I went through, I know it won't be that easy...it'll make everything else you ever been through seem like a walk in the park..."

He stood up and turned around staying in your embrace. He looked down at you with the look of a lost child.

"Will you help me?"

"I...I'll try Dean...just...if it gets to be too much for me...I don't know what to do..."

"All I ask is that you try. I can't do this on my own...I've never been so scared in my life...I...even tried to kill Sam..."

The tears started flowing freely at his memory of what he almost did to his brother. The one who he always looked out for above anyone else, his one last reason to keep going.

You just held onto him tighter rubbing your hands up and down his back.

"Come on. Let's get cleaned up and eat and maybe we can start with telling me HOW this started..."

He nodded his head as you leaned back to take a look at him. You gently rubbed off his stray tears with your thumbs and he grasped your hands in both of his. He looks in your eyes as you see his face drawing nearer before he places a gentle kiss on your lips. It wasn't like the other kisses of hunger and passion. This one was different. It was still passionate, but had a sweetness to it, a simplicity that said so much without a word being said.

"Thank you." He said as he pulled away and put a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
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"Sir...we can't find anything on the name you gave us. She seems to have only used Cash and not left hardly a paper trail at all. It's as if she's only existed the past few years."

Crowley looked at his henchmen not pleased.

"BUT...we're still working on it. We're trying to trace anyone like her from where she first seemed to pop out of nowhere."

"Good boys...now why don't you find me something useful before I no longer have a use for either of you!"

Crowley was growing more and more frustrated. He needed to find something to use against you for his plan to work. He didn't need you helping Dean fin his humanity and now that he couldn't find either of you since you left it's frustrating him even more so.
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Sam and Castiel arrived in New Mexico and questioned all the witnesses from the day before. Thankfully none of the witnesses saw Dean's black eyes, but some of the men he beat up could have sworn he did, but just thought it was their imaginations. It was you that had them perplexed. From what they could gather you were trying to get away from Dean at first to then help him?

"I'm not too sure about this Cas...first she's running from him and then she helps him? It just doesn't make sense. ESPECIALLY if she saw what was going on...what would make her turn back and stop him?"

"That is a mystery. What type of person helps a...demon." It hurt Cas to say it, but else could be said. "Unless, she is a demon herself?"

"Then why stop him from killing the guy? Aren't they all usually for that kind of thing?"

"It is unusual. I shall ask Rasiel to look into her as well. If this woman does have the ability to help Dean control himself she may be the key that we need."
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You and Dean took a more sensual shower, cleaning each other, placing light kisses here and there. As enjoyable as his rough side was for you, his gentle side was equally nice.

After you showered you went and got some breakfast at a small mom and pop diner across the street. Dean was in heaven with a bacon extravaganza breakfast special while you opted for a more simple, more healthy option of bacon, eggs, and pancakes.

After breakfast you made your back to the room for Dean to tell you just HOW he ended up the way that he did.

"I don't really know where to start," he said as he took a seat on the couch.

You sat in the spot next to him and placed your hands over his, "How about you first tell me what it is that's making you able to be human, yet...demonic."

He rolls up his sleeve to show you the mark you've been trying to get a better look at ever since you could have sworn you saw it glow.

"This...this is the mark of Cain."

"As in Cain and Abel?"

"Yes..."

"So the story is true?"

"Yes, but what the lovely book doesn't tell you is that Cain became a night of hell after his killing his brother."

You had to gulp down the lump in your throat. A KNIGHT of Hell? You had no idea what that was exactly, but it did NOT sound good.

"So did it turn you as soon as you got the mark?"

Dean looked off into the distance as if recalling what had happened and you saw the weight of the world rest itself on his shoulders.

"No...it had a certain control over me and whenever I held the first blade, my blood-lust was at an all time high...the blade...the blade wouldn't let me die, and I guess I wouldn't let myself either..."

"You...you died...and came back as a demon, or knight of hell?"

"Yes...at first all I wanted was to destroy and kill, hell, up until I met you that's all I wanted to do. All I wanted was a path of destruction left behind me where ever I went." He looked so ashamed of himself.

You squeezed his hands, "It's ok. You seem to be doing much better now."

He took your hands in his, "I don't know why, but I feel more calm around you. My blood doesn't boil as much. I still get restless around you, but I don't feel the need to destroy as much."

You couldn't help but find it ironic that you calm him down, but he makes you more riled up. You looked at him with a smirk at the thought.

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just...I appreciate you telling me all of this, but I'm just not so sure I'm ready to tell you everything just yet."

You saw a flash of hurt and anger cross his face as he got up from the couch away from you. He circled around the room pacing. He started knocking things off the tables and then punched a hole in the wall. You went right up to him, took his face in your hands, and placed a kiss on his lips.

At first he didn't respond, but then retracted his hand out of the hole to grasp you and pick you up and throw you up against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist as your hands roamed all over each other.

After another rough round between the sheets you both laid on the bed, you with your head on his chest as he ran his hand up and down your arm.

"You know...you're not ALWAYS going to be able to distract me with sex."

"A girl can try though, right?"

You both let out a light laugh as he turned on his side to scoop you closer into him before placing a light kiss on your head. It wasn't long until you heard his light snoring and you yourself drifted off to sleep.
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