So here is the next chapter, tried to show a darker side of Dean, hope you enjoy. It makes me write faster with reviews, so leave me your thoughts.

All mistakes are mine.

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"I'll figure something out before I leave. Good-bye Dean."

"Sam! Sam!" Dean called pulling on the cuffs trying to stop Sam.

Chapter 3

The diner was just about empty when Jodie pulled into the parking lot. She spotted the Winchester's car and parked beside it. Grabbing her bag, she made her way into the diner and spotted Sam in a corner away from the other people.

"Sam, good to see you." she said as he stood and gave her hug. "What happened to you?"

"Hey Jodie. That's something we need to talk about and why I asked you to come."

"What has happened to Dean?" she asked sitting in the chair he pulled out for her knowing if Dean was not here, then this involved him.

"Dean accepted the Mark of Cain to use the First Blade to kill Abbadon, a Knight of Hell."

"Wow, that was a mouth full. Mark of Cain as in Cain and Abel?"

"Yes. Now the mark is taking Dean over. He's losing his humanity, his soul, it's turning him dark."

"Where is he now?"

"I had to lock him in the dungeon when he tried to kill me." he said hanging his head. "But I'm going to find out how to stop it. I need to be gone for a few days and wanted you to stay at the bunker, just in case."

"What am I suppose to do?"

"Nothing. Dean has food and water and things. I don't want you to go near him. He might hurt you and I don't want that to happen."

"So why am I here?"

"If something goes wrong, call me or Cas and we'll get there."

"Are you sure about this Sam? I've seen your brother do about anything for you, I just can't see this mark making him hurt you."

"Yes, even Cas has seen a change in him."

"You know I'll do anything I can for you boys. So let's go, the sooner you can leave the sooner you're back right?"

"Yes, you can follow me it's not far."

Sam led Jodie into the common room of the bunker. She looks around amazed at the size of the place.

"There's food in the fridge and the bedrooms are down the hall there. You can have the first one on the left."

"Thanks. Where's Dean."

"I don't want you going in there." Sam said. "He's not himself now, more so since Abbadon is dead."

"At least show me where he is."

"Alright, but I have the key to the cuffs and I'm taking that with me. The cuffs are warded and can't be opened but with the key." he said leading her down a long hall to the door to the dungeon. He opened the door and pushed it open.

Jodie looked in and saw a table and chair and a cot, sitting on the cot was Dean. A look of rage danced across his face before being replaced with one of indifference.

"Jodie, finally someone that's sane. Will you tell my brother he's over reacting and to un-cuff me?' Dean complained standing up.

"Dean, nice to see you too. Sam says you're having a problem."

"Sam doesn't know what he is talking about."

"I'm leaving now, Jodie will be here, but I've told her to stay away from you."

"Poisoning her mind against me too now?" he growled.

"No Dean, it's the mark poisoning your mind, can't you see how it is changing you, the very essence of you." Sam begged. Dean looked away unable to look at him anymore. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

Sam closed the door and looked down at his feet. Jodie was frightened by what she saw in Dean. There was a change in him that she didn't like. They walked back to the common room and Sam gathered his bags.

"Call me if you need me. I've left a number for Cas too, just in case." he said nodding to her and heading up the stairs. "Make sure you know who is at the door before opening for anyone and don't go out, the door will automatically lock and you can't get back in."

"How will I know who's at the door if I don't open it?"

"Here." he said turning a laptop toward her. "I rigged security cameras so you can see. It roams every fifteen seconds so you have several vantage points."

"Good." she said watching the feed.

"Are you armed?" he asked quietly.

"Yes." she said patting her side. "And I always have a back up."

"Good. Just do what I said and everything should be ok." he said heading up the steps and to the Impala.

Jodie sighed as the door closed behind him. She looked around the room giving it a quick once over. She walked over and stared to pick up stray papers and arranging them in a neat stack. She decided the place needed a woman's touch and began to pick up and straighten things. She found a mop and bucket and proceeded to give the place a mopping.

Sam found the location again and pulled out the items for the spell to get into Sinclair's hideout. He mixed and crushed, then said the words needed to allow him entrance. He pulled his gun out of instinct as he stepped into a hall. Listening intently for any out-of-place sounds, he carefully made his way to the huge living room. Since he was meeting no opposition, he stuck his gun back in his pants and hurried over to the bookcases lining the walls.

Sam decided to start at eye level and go down looking for anything that might be useful. He got partway down the case when he noticed a leather-bound book laying on a table by the fireplace. Walking over and picking it up, he opened it to the first page and realized it was a catalog of everything that Sinclair had accumulated over the years.

He quickly turned to the back of the book looking for an entry for the First Blade. Scanning each item with care he finally found the entry, March 16, 2011 First Blade-not verified-fits description from Biblical Findings (56), which referenced History of Eden (34), which referenced First Sin (17) Displayed in Living Room, Needs Mark to Activate. He needed to find these books, Sam thought turning to those pages to see if that was the meaning of the numbers. Yes! He thought going to the bookcases and finding the location of each book, taking them off the shelves and stowing them in his bag. He ran his hand over the others looking for Sinclair's spell book or notes, something that give him an edge.

It took several more hours of rummaging until he located a safe hidden away in his bedroom. He rubbed the tip of his fingers together and began work on cracking the safe. Lucky it was an old model, so he had no problem getting it opened. Swinging open the door, he viewed the contents. There was money, books, zip lock bags of god knows what and some strange-looking medallions. He started putting everything in the duffel until it overflowed. He didn't have time to go thru everything now, so he would take what he could to the bunker and check it out.

Sam had two duffel full and two bags of ingredients for spells. He struggled with the keeping everything together as he made it back thru the portal. Adjusting his load, he made his way back to the Impala.

Jodie leaned back on the table and admired her handiwork. The place was spotless. She wiped her hands on a towel and went to the fridge for a bottle of water. It was time for bed, she was tired from the physical work. Jodie followed Sam's directions and found the bedroom he indicated. She settled in and slept thru the night.

Jodie was sipping coffee in the kitchen wondering what to do today. She glanced into the bedroom across from hers and figured from the weapons, it was Deans. Strolling down the hall she looked for Sam's room. She rounded the corner and came to an open door. One look inside at the demolished room, she figured this was Sam's and it looked like hurricane Dean may have been in here. Today's task, cleaning the bedrooms and doing laundry she surmised.

It was late afternoon when she finished up the bedrooms to her liking. She found a chef salad and decided that would be a good dinner. She picked up her drink and wandered into the hall. Curiosity got the best of her and she made her way to the dungeon. She knew Sam told her not to come down here, but something was telling her to talk to Dean.

As the door of the dungeon unlocked and opened, Dean looked up from the magazine he was thumbing thru and saw Jodie standing there. She stood in the doorway looking at Dean with a concerned face.

"Jodie, need something?" he asked laying the magazine down.

"Dean." she said folding her arms and leaning against the door.

"I'd ask you to have a seat, but since there's only one and I'm using it…"

"That's ok, I actually have one." she said pulling the chair Sam used into the room and opening it up. She made herself comfortable and stared at Dean with thoughtful eyes.

"I repeat, do you need something?" Dean said again with some annoyance in his voice.

"No, I don't need anything, Sam told me about the mark and I wondered if you wanted to talk?"

"Why would I want to talk to you?"

"Well, there's no one else around now. Dean, talk to me." she asked softly. "Tell me what is happening with you."

Dean started at her intently. "Well Sam says I'm changing, but I don't see it."

"I don't want to know what Sam thinks. What is going on in that head of yours?"

He looked down at his clasped hands laying on the table before looking back up. "The first time I held the blade, it was like every nerve in my body responded to it. It was like getting super charged. My heart started pounding so hard…" Dean trailed off seeing his hands clenched now into fists.

"So this was nothing like you ever felt before?" Jodie urged trying to get him to continue.

"No, I've never felt this power before. It scared me, confused me, my arm throbbed at the mark." he said looking up. "I dropped it after only seconds, but then Magnus started to torture Sammy and I had to stop him. I picked up the blade again and chopped his head off."

"Dean, you were protecting your brother, anyone would have done the same thing."

"When the blood coated the blade, it woke up. The mark called to me. Wanting me to give it more power, but I heard Sammy and dropped it."

"So you don't feel any change now?"

"No." he said looking away to quickly for her taste.

"You know I felt that something was a little off with you when you guys helped me out a while back with that vampire thing." she nodded. "Couldn't place it, you seemed a bit too eager, a little on edge, just off somehow."

"That's because we were in the mist of hunting Abbadon down and were running up against walls. I was frustrated." he defended himself.

"But now she's dead right? You killed her."

"Yes, but there's still Metatron and others out there, I can give us an edge."

"At what cost?" she asked softly. Neither knew that Sam had gotten back and was standing back in the shadows listening to their conservation.

"I can control this. It gives me calmness, gives me purpose, makes me stronger than I've ever been. I can concentrate with such clarity when I hold it, I need to hold it." mumbled more to himself.

"And does that include hurting your brother or any of your friends? Dean I've known you for how many years now and the one constant that I always saw in you was your devotion to your brother. You went to Hell and back for him. You have made it your mission to keep him safe, to protect him, even when he screwed up, you forgave him. So now you're pushing him to the side?"

"He's the one who said he didn't trust me, told me we weren't brothers anymore." Dean gritted letting his body stiffen as he remembered that night and the words exchanged. "He doesn't need me anymore, he made that clear." Dean scoffed as the rage began to grow inside of him making his eyes smother and grow darker. His expression changed to anger as his breathing increased and his heart began to pound.

"How can you say that about your brother? Of course he needs you, just like you need him. I don't think the bond you two have can be broken that easily."

"There is no bond, not anymore. This is what he wanted. Well I don't need him either. I know what I need and it's the blade. Yeah, I kept him out of harms way when I killed Abbadon, but that was only so I could take control and let the power flow in me. It needed blood, I gave it what it wanted and it gave me what I wanted. It took away my pain."

"Dean, it's taking away more than just your pain, it's taking away what makes you, you. Do you not see what you're losing? It's chipping away at your soul, at your humanity. It's taking away your will power."

"No, you're wrong, I am in control."

"It's letting you think that, but do you really believe that? Answer me this, if you had to choose between the blade and Sam, which would you choose?"

Dean stood up and turned away from her, not wanting to continue this conservation. How could he answer that, everything had changed.

Sam ducked away before he could hear the answer. His shoulders slumped as he bit his lower lip to keep his emotions from getting the better of him. He ducked into the bathroom and locked the door. He turned the water on and splashed cold water on his face. The water mixed with the tears as it ran down his face.

Jodie walked into the common room and saw the bags on the table. Sam was back, but where was he? She headed for the kitchen and still didn't see him.

"Jodie you here?" Sam called walking into the kitchen.

"Sam, hey didn't expect you until tomorrow."

"I drove straight thru." he said emotionless. Jodie ran her eyes over him and noticed the paleness of his face and the redness of his eyes. She didn't comment, but wondered just how long he had been back. "Thanks for staying."

"Sam, are you ok? You want to talk?" she asked laying a hand gently on his arm.

"No, I'm good, just going to grab something to drink and try to get some sleep. Want to get started early going thru this stuff I found." he said pulling water out of the fridge and heading for the bedroom. "'nite."

"Good night Sam." she called hoping he would talk later. Jodie walked to the table and looked at the overflowing duffel of books. She stacked them neatly on the table so they would be ready for Sam in the morning.

These boys are like family to her, hell they were family and she wasn't sure how to help them. If only Bobby were still here, they would listen to him. She headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed.