Daughter of Cain
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A/N: This chapter happens right after Cain drugged Vivian. This is an entire Dean chapter. Only scenes with Dean in them.
Chapter 18: The Hunters Game
"Vivian, I know I'm supposed to text you….but I need your help. Dean….he killed some men. I need you here. Meet us at the bunker." – Sam hours after Dean killed Randy and the loan sharks.
.o0o.
Dean's POV
Dean sat in his room clutching the demon mark. He tried to grasp what had happened in the last couple of days. He thought he had control over the mark. He had been the previous of months. His attacks on the monsters have gotten rougher, but he has not harmed a human until now.
It wasn't until that loan shark attacked him, striking him with an empty bottle on his head, the control slipped. Followed by the scent of his own blood. Dean tried to maintain it, warning the men not to fight him. But he blacked out when that loan shark kicked him in the face.
And someone else took control.
It came as a flash.
How he stabbed, thrust, and slashed at the four men.
The next thing he knew, he was standing in the center of the room, bowie knife in hand. Blood was everywhere, with dead bodies all around. Claire screaming snapped him out of his daze, followed by Sam calling his name, and Dean collapsed to his knees.
Sam begged him, asking if it was self-defense...if not the last resort. But the carnage told another story.
They took two cars, and as Sam drove Dean to the bunker, Castiel took Clair to a hotel nearby. They ensured Clair didn't see Dean as Sam cleaned his brother up.
But it doesn't stop the guilt.
Dean rarely kills humans. And when he does, it is out of self-defense.
He sat on the bed, clutching his right arm.
The flashes of the fight repeated in his memory until something else came.
He was washing his hands over and over again in the kitchen sink. The water turned black, but it was not a leviathan, as it was too thick to be the first beast. Butt not thick enough to be ectoplasm. As the black water tries to wash away the blood. When he looked up, he saw Vivian's reflection in the window. Her purple eyes widened in fear while the markings consumed her.
Dean snapped out of his daze and found himself back in his room. No doubt Vivian had felt the mark, felt him killing those men. It doesn't help that he has been getting nightmares of killing people. Now Vivian is feeling the side effects. He wonders why she has not appeared yet. Sam no doubt texted and called her. So where was she?
He grabbed his phone and tried to text her with shaky fingers.
I need your help. Bunker.
It could be a time difference and a poor signal. Vivian will be here in an hour or later today.
Setting the phone in his pocket, he got up and left his room.
He made his way to the library. He could hear Sam and Castiel talking about Claire. But also Randy, the guy who took Clair and manipulated her emotions. It irked him to know that piece of shit would sell the girl's body to free his debts.
Castiel spoke, "You know, whatever Randy did, he didn't deserve—"
"No, yeah. I know. I know. I hear you," Sam agreed. "Dean had to had to kill before. We – we both have. But…that was…"
"That was what?" Dean asked, entering the library, startling the two.
"Dean," Sam hesitated.
"That was a massacre," Dean finished Sam's previous statement. "That's what it was."
Dean glanced at Castiel, seeing the disappointment in the situation.
"I mean, there was a time I was a hunter, not a stone-cold killer?" He added.
Castiel looked down while Sam stared at him with concern, then looked down as well.
"You can say it. You're not wrong." Dean said, ashamed. "I crossed the line."
Castiel and Sam didn't argue.
Dean rolled up his sleeve showing the mark, " Guys, this thing's got to go."
"That won't be easy," Castiel sighed.
"Well, then, burn it off," Dean snapped. "Cut it off!"
"It is more than just a physical thing," Castiel explained. "It will take a very powerful force to remove the effect."
"Dean, we have been through all the lore," Sam said tiredly." There's nothing."
Dean rested his hands on the table, feeling defeated.
"We will have to wait for Vivian. She says she has Cain writing down his memoir. Once he is done, then she'll bring them to us." Sam tried to comfort.
It has been a few days already, and Vivian has yet to respond to their text and voicemail. This was not like her. She is quick to respond. She doesn't pop out of nowhere like Castiel, but at least she replies. Something was not right. Dean can sense it. Already he felt exhausted, as if he had been drugged, except he hadn't. Maybe sleep deprived, but even with his insomnia, it didn't feel like this.
"Even so, this reaches back to the time of Creation," Castiel said. "It may predate the lore. If we had the Demon Tablet, maybe."
"But you said it was missing," Sam reminded.
"It is," Castiel confirmed.
Dean sighed in defeat. Gadreel took both the Demon and Angel tablets and gave them to Metatron. After Gadreel smited Kevin. Castiel had destroyed the Angel Tablet during the ordeal, yet the Demon Tablet was nowhere to be found. Metatron hid the tablet.
"There may be another way," Castiel said.
Dean stared at Castiel, wondering what his friend had planned.
.o0o.
Vivian, are you okay?
Dean inhaled sharply as he stared at his phone. It has been over ten hours, and still no response from Vivian. Dean debated on calling her, but he couldn't get this feeling off his chest. So, he called her. After a few rings, the phone went straight to voicemail..
"Sorry, I couldn't get to the phone right now. Please leave a name and message, and I'll contact ya as soon as possible. Thank you." Vivian's slight country voice answered the messaging machine. Followed by a generic recording, instructed to leave a message after the beep.
Dean took a deep breath, "Viv… it's Dean. I haven't heard from you….and I want to make sure you're okay." He paused and then said. "I messed up. You probably had sensed it. I…I don't know what to do. I need you. Call me."
He hung up and stared at his phone.
Sam and Castiel went to collect Metatron. Either Metatron tells them where he hid the Demon Tablet or tells them about the mark. The angel was there to write down the word of God. Maybe God mentioned something about the Mark of Cain. Lucifer created the mark or was the first to possess it. Perhaps God might have left an instruction manual.
It would be later in the day when Castiel and Sam return with Metatron. They brought Metatron to the dungeon. Sam tied the angel up with Enochian chains and handcuffed the coward who talked away. Dean hid in the corner, out of sight, behind the metal racks filled with boxes. As he listens to their conversation.
"Lovely room," Metatron taunted. "It's where you bring the kinky chicks. Am I right?"
"I'll ask the questions here," Sam said, securing the chains. "You – your only job is to provide information."
"Oh, well. Information does happen to be a specialty." Metatron said. "Got about two billion fun facts up here. Of course, whether I choose to cough one up or not is another matter."
"We need to know how to remove the Mark of Cain from Dean's arm."
"What? He's back?" Metatron sputtered. "Because of the mark? So… he's a demon."
Metatron knows about the mark.
"No," Sam answered.
"Okay, what then?" Metatron asked, annoyed.
Sam didn't answer.
Metatron chuckled, "What, did he 'kill a human' or something?"
Dean took a deep breath, trying to suppress the flashes from that night. Fortunately, Metatron laughed at this, which prevented the memories from haunting him.
"He's gone nuclear. Total foam-at-the-mouth, balls-out maniac. That's fantastic!"
"Do you know how to remove it?" Sam asked.
"Maybe," Metatron teased, then got serious. "But here's the thing – you expect any help out of me, you keep that crazy brother of yours on a short leash."
"Buddy…" Sam warned. "I don't care what happens to you. You killed my brother."
"And your cambion bitch beat me up," the angel taunted.
That struck a nerve in Dean. It was one thing to taunt him and Sam, but Vivian was someone not to be insulted. As the mark burned. Dean controlled the urge and stepped out so Metatron could see him. The cocky angel's eyes widened in horror as he came out of the shadows giving him a warning look.
.o0o.
Vivian…is everything all right.
Dean sighed since it had been his third text, and there was no response.
Sam and he left the dungeon to allow Metatron to think about it.
"Any word from Vivian?" Sam asked.
Dean shook his head, "No…you?"
Sam shook his head, "Maybe she's gone hiking with Cain. She mentioned that she leaves her phone when doing that."
Something told Dean that Vivian was not hiking. Yes, Vivian is an active woman, but something told him she was not that active. Something happened, and he hoped she was okay.
They went back into the dungeon after giving Metatron some time. Castiel had gone to check on Claire, who was staying at a hotel. So, they got an hour or two before the angel returned. Sam sat on the table, arms crossed, while Dean approached his murderer.
"Ain't life a bitch," Metatron murmured. "Nebbishy little guy, me, always sticking it to the lunkhead jocks."
"You know what? Screw the mark. Let's just kill him." Dean offered.
Metatron clicked his tongue, staring at Sam, "Boy, he really is a mess. Who knew the mark was so toxic?" he smiled wickedly, crossing his legs. "Well, actually, I did."
Dean glared at the angel.
"You know it is going to own you sooner than later," Metatron scolded playfully.
"Yeah, so how do we get rid of it?" Sam asked.
"What, just like that, social hour's over?" Metatron asked.
"Yes," Sam confirmed sharply, then took a deep breath. "And now we're moving on to our keynote speaker."
"Which is you… with us asking the questions," Dean said, stepping closer to the angel and leaning into his face. "And me taking the personal pleasure of carving the answers out of you."
Metatron hesitated nervously, "Just – whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on there, badass. "
Dean pulled back, raising a brow.
"Listen up. Why do you just assume I'm not gonna be helpful?"
"Because you're a dickwad," Sam answered.
"But I'm your dickwad," Metatron countered playfully.
Both Winchesters shook their heads, not amused.
"I have a special place in my … non-heart for you both, to which end – ta-da!" Metatron said dramatically. "I would be tickled to help you pop this biblical zit."
Dean was cautious about this.
"To do it, you are gonna need one specific thing, your old bud…the First Blade."
Dean inhales sharply. Just mentioning the first blade riles him up.
"What?" Sam asked in disbelief.
Metatron laughed, "As I said… ain't life a bitch?"
.o0o.
They left the dungeon. Dean pulled out his phone to check if Vivian had responded. So far, no text back, as the corner keeps saying unread. She hasn't seen any of his texts. He could really use her right now, even with her Cambion abilities, to calm his nerves by giving a command. Right now, he could use a command.
"This is the single worst idea I've ever heard," Sam said as they entered the library. "You just whacked a whole houseful of people, and that's when the blade was nowhere around, and now you want to be in actual contact with it?"
Dean tried to calm his brother, "We don't know what I have to be in contact with it. All we know is that we need it."
"No, no, no." Sam disagreed. "All we know is, he says we need it. We don't even know what he wants us to do with it."
"One step at a time, all right," Dean said. "We play it safe, we learn whatever this spell is, how it works, and we keep the blade out of my hand."
"Wait a second. Are you sure this isn't the mark making you want the damn thing?" Sam asked. "I mean, why would we trust anything Metatron says?"
Dean grabbed his phone, "I don't trust Metatron."
"You don't tr—then what?" Sam argued.
Dean started going through his contacts. Then stopped to look at his brother, "What's his game if he is lying, okay? W – the blade without me is useless, the blade with me is trouble for him."
He found Crowley's number and dialed it.
"Then what does he want?" Sam asked.
"I don't know, but if we weren't willing to take a shot, then what was the point in bringing him here? Unless you got a better idea."
"We should wait for Vivian. She knows how to calm you when you have the blade," Sam suggested.
"You think," Dean replied. "If she answers her damn phone."
If only there was a spell to summon a Cambion. If Vivian was with Cain, the spell he and Crowley used was impossible to use again. Since it was a one-and-done deal. However, if Sam used the spell with Castiel on a limited angel battery, it was a risk no one could take. Let alone, Cambions are untraceable, and no angel or demon could find them.
On the third ring, Crowley answered his phone, "Squirrel. It's been a while. Back to your former self?"
"Crowley, we need to meet A.S.A.P.," Dean aggressively said
"Where?" Crowley asked.
Dean told him where and what time before he hung up.
.o0o.
Two days since Dean sent Vivian the first text, there was still no response.
They were in an alley in Lebanon, Kansas. Crowley appeared, asking what was so important for the sudden meeting. The Winchesters explain the situation that it pissed off the King of Hell.
"It's insane," Crowley snapped, walking past them to get space.
Sam and Dean followed him.
"You want me to procure the most dangerous weapon on the planet for Dean Winchester, the man who goes mental every time he touches it!" Crowley continued. "I thought you wanted to go for a beer, catch a film."
"Look, if this plan works –" Sam started.
"It's not a plan. It's a probable death sentence for me and my kind," Crowley interrupted.
"If it works, it's better for you," Sam tried to reason. "Look, when the mark is gone, the blade can't operate."
"Win-win, huh?" Dean agreed. "Win-win!"
"Stop that," Crowley warned. "You forget that our Miss Cambion can activate the blade."
Sam's eyes widened, for he had forgotten that while Dean scowled. Vivian only held the blade once, and he told only Sam what happened. Touching the blade activated Vivian's second form and enhanced her abilities. He didn't tell Crowley, nor was Crowley in the room when Magnus put the blade in her hand. So how did Crowley know about this information?
Crowley glared at them. "It can't operate. It's hidden."
"Vivian is not here, so you don't need to worry about that," Dean tried to reason in frustration. "Look, the blade might be powered down, but the mark is not. And I'm doing everything I can to keep it together. Now, you think the body count around me is high right now? Wait till Hell takes over."
Sam stepped in, "We figured you stashed the blade somewhere far away—"
"Damn right," Crowley interrupted. "It's in a crypt with my bones."
"All right, well?" Dean asked.
"I hate Guam this time of year," Crowley answered.
The Winchesters sighed in relief.
.o0o.
Vivian, are you in danger?
Dean set the phone down and started looking up locator spells. Spells that can manage unique creatures. Vivian was half-human. Maybe using a locator spell could work, or even partially. He can't get this bad feeling off his chest. He had this sense of tiredness, yet he did not feel tired physically or mentally. It had to be the mark's connection.
They were bound by the mark: Cain, Vivian, and him. Vivian could sense when something happened to him. And Cain, well, Cain no doubt is aware. So why does he sense Vivian is in danger? He needed to figure it out fast.
Castiel came barging into the bunker, furious after getting a phone call about the plan. The door slammed as the angel gripped the rail, snapping at Sam.
"The First Blade is back in play, and Crowley is the one getting it?" Castiel yelled. "I don't mean to be an alarmist, but you –"
Dean set the book down and entered the control room, "Yeah, well, you know us. When we screw ourselves, we like to go whole hog."
He took a seat next to Sam, followed by a swig of beer.
"This would be the Crowley who let the blade turn Dean into a demon?" Castiel reminded as he came downstairs."
Dean sighed, "I don't have a choice, okay. I don't do this, I'm down the rabbit hole. Hear evil, see evil, do evil – the trifecta."
"Cass, look, let us worry about this," Sam said calmly. "You've got enough on your plate with Claire."
"Claire is gone," Castiel announced.
They stared at the angel in shock.
"Gone where?" Sam asked.
"I don't know," Castiel answered. "I-I-I should have stopped her, but I am certain that she is destined for more trouble and disappointment. She is so…so full of rage."
Dean felt frustrated. First the mark, then Vivian, and now Claire. This has become a terrible week for him. Not only that, but Metatron is also in the dungeon. There was so much on his plate that he wasn't sure what to do. Castiel needs help with Claire, but teen girls are a different category entirely.
"Listen, man, if I could make it better, I would," Dean said.
"That's actually why I'm here," Castiel said. "I was hoping you might reach out to her."
"Me?" Dean asked in disbelief.
"Yes," Castiel confirmed.
"Seriously, I'm probably the last person she would want to hear from," Dean tried to reason.
"One extremely messed-up human to another," Castiel explained.
Dean felt slightly offended.
"You could explain why you murdered her only friend," Castiel added.
"Oh, well, yeah, when you put it like that," Dean sarcastically said, taking a swig of his beer.
Castiel sat across from him, "All I know…is she won't talk to me. I thought if she understood the kind of man Randy was and the danger she was in, she might…."
Dean glanced at Sam, who wasn't sure what to say.
"What the hell? Why not?" Dean said. "Long shots seem to be the theme around here. I'm gonna go make a sandwich."
Dean got up with his drink.
"I'll, uh – I'll text you her number," Castiel said awkwardly.
"Okay," Dean said.
"I like texting," Castiel added. "Emoticons."
Dean stared at his angel friend with concern before going to the kitchen.
.o0o.
No response from Vivian.
Dean sighed as he took the number Castiel gave him and gave Claire a voice message. "Hey, it's Dean. Look, Claire, we need to talk in person. Just tell me where, okay? Call me."
Afterward, he started making his sandwich. His phone began to ring. Checking the caller id number to be Crowley, he answered it.
"Yeah."
"Squirrel. I've got it."
"That's good to hear."
"Of course, I'm gonna hang onto it until you work out how to get that thing off your arm. "
Dean hangs up. It was now or never. Metatron needs to give him the information right now. So leaving the sandwich, he made his way to the dungeon. Though made a stop to collect a certain item and tuck it inside the back pocket and flannel covering it. When he entered the dungeon, just turning on the lights woke the angel up. Dean made his way to the angel, determined to get the answers.
"I'm guessing you're not here to reminisce." Metatron greeted.
"No, we did what you said. We have the First Blade," Dean replied.
"Not here?" Metatron asked suspiciously. "Not on your person?"
"Not saying," Dean grinned. "So, back to you. What's next?"
"This is where it gets kind of interesting," Metatron said.
Dean crossed his arms, "Uh-huh."
"It's very lonely here, and I have little to do but think," Metatron started. "And it occurred to me that you really need this mark taken off of you. And in order to do that, you really need me. So, here's the deal – that first little tip I gave you – a freebie, just 'cause you're you. Every future step? They're gonna cost you. Big. Oh, and F.Y.I. – there's a bunch."
He shouldn't be alone with the enemy in moments like these. He wished Vivian was here in moments like these since the Cambion scared the angel to death. Seeing the angel won't cooperate, nor Castiel or Sam here... He was going to take matters into his own hands. He adjusted his flannel to pull an angel blade out of his back pocket.
He set the angel blade on the table, giving Metatron a warning look before going to the door and locking it.
"Whatcha doing there, slugger?" Metatron asked calmly.
Dean turned around, facing him, making his way over slowly. "I'm settling a score that's taken way too long to settle. Oh, and while I do that, I'm gonna get some information…" as he picked up the angel blade. "…and I'm gonna enjoy every minute of it."
There was a reason not to mess with Dean, and it is not because he holds the Mark of Cain. Many forget that his soul went to hell after being tortured for an extended period of time, where time no longer exists. He learned the art of torture from Alastair. The demon of torture.
"Because you're gonna tell me everything – all of it –" Dean murmured, aiming the blade's tip into Metatron's face. "And it ain't gonna cost me a damn dime…slugger."
Fear was written on Metatron's face while Dean nodded in approval.
"All right, I'm gonna ask this exactly once before it gets ugly – what is the next step in removing the mark?" Dean asked.
"I repeat my offer – each step costs you," Metatron answered loudly. No doubt hoping Sam or Castiel will hear. His angelic blue eyes stared at the blade.
"You're confused," Dean murmured. "See, each step you don't give me… is gonna cost you."
He stepped away, setting the angel blade on the table.
"And it's been a long time coming." He continued facing the angel, making his way over. "I mean, where do I begin? Stealing Cass' grace…casting out the angels…" He walked around the angel like a predator. "Making Gadreel kill Kevin using my brother's hands, starting an angel war…and oh, yeah…." He leaned into Metatron's ear. "…you killed me."
Metatron chuckled nervously, trying to pull on a brave face, "My morality is being judged by Dean Winchester? How many people have suffered and died because they believed in you?"
Dean shook his head as he stepped away, rolling up his sleeves.
"How many times have you lied to Sam, including, oh, by the way, when he was possessed by an angel? And you say, 'Oh, well, it's all for the greater good,' but lately, buddy, that greater-good thing just went away, didn't it? Now people die just because you want them to!"
Dean glared at him.
Not a second longer, Dean punched Metatron across the face.
Metatron cried out, then snickered, "Good, Dean. Go darker. "
Dean punched him again.
"Go deeper."
Another punch.
The anger consumed Dean, followed by the temptation from the mark. Dean managed to control it as he punched the angel again. Over and over, he hit Metatron. All the emotions taking control. Soon blood was seeping from the angel's lips and nose. Metatron smiled at him.
"Surely you've noticed every time you respond, when the mark gets you all twitchy, you fall deeper under its spell. You think roughing up a few humans and demons makes it worse? Try messing with the Scribe of God, Bucko!"
Dean punched Metatron again several more times. He turned away, taking a few deep breaths.
"And Kevin's death? All on you. You put him in harm's way and kept him there. Gadreel Possessing Sam? Who was it who tricked Sam into letting him in? Oh, and then my personal favorite – Dean Winchester, whose entire existence is defined by a war on the dark and monstrous, bromancing his way around the country with the King of Hell!"
Furious, Dean swung around, punching the angel in the face again. He did it once more before, hands wrapped around the angel's thick neck.
"Let's try this again," Dean growled. "What is the next step?"
Metatron stared at Dean with swollen eyes, "Transfer the mark to the Cambion."
"What?" Dean gasped. "What was that?"
"Transfer the mark to your Cambion bitch."
Dean glared at him. Metatron had to be lying. The thought of transferring the mark to Vivian was wrong. Vivian hasn't killed a single human, demon, angel, or monster. Out of all of them, despite having demon blood, she was better than anyone else. And what Metatron said is one way to end the curse. He saw how the First Blade reacted to her. What would happen if she bore the mark as well?
Would she be just the same as her father…or worse.
"You lie," Dean growled, tightening his grip.
"What is it you humans say so…inelegantly?" Metatron managed to say with a grin. "Oh, yes. Go screw yourself. "
Dean shoved him, almost knocking the angel over, and made his way over to the table to grab the angel blade. Metatron had to be lying. A ploy just to mess with him. He doubts he knows of his relationship with Vivian. Still, Sam told him that Vivian attacked Metatron when he was dying. The angel can only assume.
Sam started pounding on the door, "Dean!"
Dean walked over to the angel, "Now it's time to get serious."
"Dean!" Sam called out.
Dean placed the tip of the blade under Metatron's chin.
"What is the next step in removing this mark from my arm?" Dean demanded.
"Dean, open the door. Hey! Open the door!"
Metatron refused to answer, so Dean cut his cheek. A sliver of light shimmers out of the wound then dulls to blood. Dean grabbed his hair, forcing the angel's head back, blade aimed at the neck.
"What is the next step?!"
Sam started banging on the door.
Dean yanked Metatron's shirt open, exposing his chest. He then started slicing from neck to sternum as the grace followed along the tip. Metatron grunted in pain before screaming in agony.
The mark began to glow, catching both of their attention.
"Behold…the river shall end at the source." Metatron cried out.
Suddenly the door was blasting open, shattering into millions of pieces. Dean and Castiel rushed in, finding Dean aiming the blade at Metatron's heart.
"No, Dean," Sam yelled, then stopped. "Hey! Stop! Stop!"
Seeing Dean in a blood haze, Sam wrapped his arms around Dean and yanked him away from Metatron. Castiel went over to the angel to check his injuries. Sam got Dean into the hallway, separating his brother from the angel. He pinned Dean to the wall.
"You were killing him!" Sam scolded.
Castiel came over with a cuffed Metatron, "I have to take him back."
Sam kept Dean pinned while facing the angels, "Cass, this won't happen again."
"I gave my word," Castiel reminded. "I have fences to mend in heaven, and as it is, I have a lot to explain."
"If you ever ask me for help again," Metatron mumbled, glaring at Dean. "I will choose death."
Castiel forced Metatron away, yet the angel was not done. "You realize it's going to get worse, Dean. You're gonna get worse!"
Dean panted, glaring at Metatron. The angel had put him in a stalemate. Does he keep the mark and suffer, or does he transfer the mark to Vivian? He dropped the dagger and walked away in the opposite direction.
.o0o.
No response from Vivian.
Dean was in the library with his head in his hands.
He was desperate, and it scared him.
He hates what he has become.
Sam made his way over to Dean with caution. "Hey."
Dean lowered his hands to look at him.
"You okay?" Sam asked.
Dean wasn't sure how to respond, "He said, 'the river ends at the source.'"
"What does that mean?" Sam asked, handing Dean a beer.
"Maybe nothing," Dean murmured. "It's the last thing he said before you guys' busted in."
"Dean…" Sam sighed, resting a hand on his shoulder before sitting down. "Look, man, we had to."
"Hey. No. I get it, all right?" Dean assured tiredly, then confessed. "I…I was gonna kill him. And I couldn't stop myself."
Sam tapped the table and sighed, "We'll figure it out, all right."
Dean wasn't sure anymore.
"Remember what Cass said about needing a-a powerful force?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. So?" Dean replied.
"So… I've been thinking. Look…Cain still has the mark, right? And he's lived with it. For years, he's lived with it. So, yeah, the – the mark is…strong, but…"
Dean glanced at the mark, zoning out slightly.
"Dean, maybe there's a part of you that…wants to give into it. And maybe you have to fight that, you know? Maybe…part of that powerful force has to be you."
Dean stared at his brother, not sure what to tell him.
Suddenly his phone began to ring. He checked the number, unsure who it was, and answered, "Yeah."
"It's Claire." The girl said. "I've thought it over. Maybe it's only fair to hear your side of it. I mean…Castiel seemed to trust you…a lot."
"Yeah, okay. Where do you want to meet?" Dean asked.
.o0o.
Dean drove to the location where Claire wanted to meet. Making this his presence in a sense. He reached Milford Lake outside of Lebanon. He drove through a narrow road only to stop at a camper. A woman walked along the trail, passing Dean. No doubt heading to work.
Dean glanced around, wondering where Claire was. He assumed she was running late. Though he was cautious about the camper. He took a seat on the bench and waited. He checked his watch, making sure the time was correct.
Then Claire suddenly burst out of the camper shouting, "No!"
By reflex, a woman with a bat swung at his head. He dodged it before grabbing the bat and trying to fight it out of the woman's hands. He looked over her shoulder, seeing a man wielding an ax. Quickly, he maneuvers the woman, using the bat to trap her against him. The man hesitated, not sure what to do.
Not wanting to shed blood, Dean tossed the woman and avoided the man swinging the ax. He used the bat, blocking the attack on the handle. As the guy was close, Dean punched him in the face knocking him down. He took hold of both weapons staring at the amateurs.
"No!" Claire cried.
Dean glanced at her, seeing the teenager afraid. Still wanting to teach these people a lesson, he swung the ax and demolished the bench. This scared the couple, and they ran away. Dean stared at Claire, waiting for her response. Claire cried, walking away. There was no point in talking. Instead, Dean went to the Impala and called Castiel, letting him know where Claire was.
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It would have been a week since the whole Claire and Metatron incident. Castiel was roaming around the United States, his objective to find Cain. Starting in Alaska where Vivian said they were staying at. Sam and Dean started to sense something was off. It has nearly been two weeks since the Randy incident, and no response from Vivian.
Dean was going through books on finding a summoning spell. He has tried many forms, using a shirt that Vivian had left behind and objects she had touched. Nothing had worked, as the maps or summoning spells were useless.
Sam had left to get something to eat. Meanwhile, Dean continues to find a spell to find Vivian. Every day he has been calling and texting. But no response. This was not good. And Dean had a bad feeling. He sat down, taking a break as he took a swig of beer. His thoughts linger on Vivian.
He wasn't sure about his feelings, but there was no doubt that he cared about her.
He glanced at the mark, thinking about Metatron's words. The bastard gave him two options, the riddle or transferring the mark to Vivian.
Suddenly he felt a stab in the chest.
He gasped, placing a hand on his chest seeing no injury yet he felt like he was stabbed once more. The mark started to glow, but it was shimmering in purple for a moment instead of red.
Something was not right.
His only thought was that Vivian was in trouble.
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