"Hey Dean," Sam called out after a few hours of fruitless search, "I think I found something."
"Well then what are we waiting for?" Dean asked getting off the bed, "Let's hunt this sucker."
Sam looked slightly shocked at Dean's enthusiasm but didn't say anything. He figured that his own hesitation must stem from the fact that this creature had killed Dean at least a hundred times before killing him for real and then bringing him to life again. Sam shuddered at that thought as he got his duffle and walked out of the room.
"Hello Castiel," Metatron looked up at the familiar angel and smiled. But before Castiel could open his mouth to say something, Metatron continued, "I know why you are here."
Castiel raised his eyebrow, but was not really surprised. He decided to keep his mouth shut and let the other angel speak.
"You see Castiel," Metatron started to talk after a few minutes of silence, just as Cas had suspected, "despite what you might think, I'm not the bad guy here."
Oh, you aren't?
Maybe Castiel was mistaken. Maybe he had the angel mixed up with some other angel who looked just like this one and had the same name too.
Because that is sooo possible.
Cas grinned, Dean had taught him well. Now Cas could spout out sarcastic comments even when he was talking to himself…in his mind.
"I'm not the villain of this story…." Metatron trailed off as he gave Cas a mischievous smile, "you are."
"Hey Dean," Sam's voice startled Dean. He was looking straight ahead while driving, and occasionally using one hand to scratch the other one. He didn't know why but the Mark of Cain felt like it was burning up and itching like hell. He'd been scratching at it ever since he'd gotten into the Impala but it didn't seem to be doing a whole lot of good.
"Hmmmm," Dean hummed, not really paying attention to him. Man, why was that mark itching so much?
"Did you get burned while you were away?" Sam asked, looking slightly concerned.
Now Sam had his attention. Dean turned away from the road in front of him and completely started listening to Sam cause seriously, Dean had no idea what Sam was talking about.
"I mean that mark, man," Sam continued, pointing at Dean's hand, "right there." Sam unexpectedly leaned forward and poked right at the place where the Mark of Cain was.
Dean stopped breathing for a second. He really did, before he turned to look at Sam, his poker face on, and said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Sam narrowed his eyes at Dean, giving him a bitchface he would never forget, before leaning forward again and pulling up Dean's sleeve, "This."
Dean swallowed thickly as he looked at the mark and said, "Oh, this. I must've gotten it during the hunt. It's no big deal."
Sam folded his arms and looked at Dean angrily, "You can cut the bull crap Dean. I searched it up and I know all about what you did from Crowley."
"Oh, great," Dean muttered. Now here it would come, the long speech about how Dean never thought before doing anything and how he always regretted it later. How he was impulsive and never thought about the consequences. But this time, oh this time, Sam was so wrong.
Dean had thought about it rationally. Oh, he'd thought about it calmly and the only way that he was going to be able to kill that damn angel who'd possessed Sam was by taking on this mark. So if this was the only way for him to be able to do something right for once, if this was the only way for him to finally find some peace and get to even consider the option of Sam forgiving him then this was definitely the right thing to do.
Writer's note: Phew! This chapter was a bit intense and I know that it ended off a bit abruptly but that's only because the next chapter's already ready and I'll be updating it very soon.