Daughter of Cain
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural
A/N: It has arrived. The one we have all be dreading.
Chapter 19: The Executioner's Song
Castiel's POV
Castiel had found the cabin in which Cain and Vivian had stayed in Alaska. It took some time and pulling some favors to find this place. He stopped at the edge of the property sensing the area. There was no one on the grounds. Cautious, he made his way over and investigated the area. The place looked like it had been abandoned for weeks.
He went inside the cabin, finding it empty. He looked around, checking each room until entering one that had been used. The bed was unmade. Castiel touched the bedding, finding it cold, having not been used in a long time. Soon he found the phone. Picking it up and finding it still on the charger.
It was Vivian's phone, with countless messages from Sam and Dean.
All around the cabin has been abandoned.
Castiel put the phone in his pocket,
He checked the other room, finding a desk covered in plants mashed in a pestle and burned to ash. Followed by a vial. Castiel picked up the vial, uncorking it to smell herbs, and oil, along with…kraken blood. Castiel sealed the vial and put it in his pocket as well.
The angel then headed outside, checking the grounds until stopping at the shed. He smelled something and frowned. He opened the doors, finding dry blood. Human blood. Cain or Vivian had shed blood. This was not good, and he wasn't sure if he should tell the Winchesters.
.o0o.
Dean's POV
It was late march, practically a week since the Wi-Fi Ghost case. However, it has been over a month, maybe two, since Dean felt the stab in his chest. Vivian was in trouble, and he wasn't sure where she was. Something was not right, and it made him worry.
However, cases kept coming in.
Well, the first one involved Charlie, who came back from Oz. Although with the war in Oz, Charlie made a deal with the Wizard to split her personality into two bodies. The good and the bad. As Dark Charlie was on the hunt to find the man who killed her parents while Good Charlie tried to stop her. Dark Charlie was hurting people until she killed Russell Wellington.
Dean learned a lot about Charlie's past, and it was tragic. Charlie, once known as Celeste, was scared at a slumber party and called her parents to pick her up. Her parents were on their way only to be struck by a drunk driver. Russell Wellington tried to cover it up and put Celeste in the foster system, which went downhill until Charlie found a passion for fandoms and computers. Except the trauma was still there.
When Dark Charlie killed the man, the best thing they could do was protect Good Charlie. As they thought Dark Charlie would go after her next. However, Dean and Dark Charlie end up in a fight that triggered the Mark to cause him to fight aggressively, not knowing that hurting Dark Charlie would transfer onto Good Charlie.
Sam and Good Charlie found Clive Dillion, who was once a Man of Letters who worked on the Oz case. Apparently, Clive used the same spell to become the Wizard of Oz and sent his good self back to their realm. Yet the Wizard had other plans, attempting to kill them until Good Charlie killed Clive to save Sam.
In the end, they managed to save Charlie, yet the damage was done.
Dean sees Charlie as a little sister. The fact he hurt her by having a broken arm killed him. Charlie forgave him, yet the wounds still haunt him. Now Charlie was in Europe trying to find the Book of the Damn. For Sam believes it can be a lead in removing the Mark.
Then came the Hansel Case in Pendleton, Oregon. A man named JP went missing, with nothing but his clothes and phone found in an alley. Dean tried to distract Sam while he did some research. Yet Sam insists Dean come along. After encountering a homeless man who suggested Aliens were involved, the brothers split up. Sam goes to JP's place while Dean goes to the bar where JP was last seen. There he met an acquaintance of JP named Tina. They began drinking and reminiscing about their crappy childhood. It was a friendly conversation until they went their separate ways.
Only a brute of a man followed Tina. Dean has a bad feeling and follows to stop a potential assault. Suddenly there was a bright light and the smell of flowers. The next thing he knew, he was back to being fourteen, the same as Tina. Both are locked up in an abandoned house with JP. However, the brute took JP. Dean managed to escape with Tina's help to get Sam. During the escape, he discovered the Mark was gone, and he did not feel the anxiety and lust for blood.
He was tempted to stay as a fourteen-year-old. Sure, he will have to work hard to regain his strength, but it is a start. Sam was hesitant about the idea. However, they would discuss it later after they saved Tina. Well, it was not a typical witch case. As the brute turns out to be Hansel….as in Hansel and Gretel. Hansel sided with the witch and ate Gretel long ago. On the other hand, the witch, Katja, was on work for the Grand Cover to hunt down Rowena.
Either way, Tina was in danger. So, Dean grabbed the hexed bag that turned him back into a man. The Mark took control, as he took a knife and stabbed Hansel in the chest. Afterward, turned to Katja, shoved the hex bag into the witch's mouth, and pushed her into the oven. When he turned to face Tina and Sam, the Mark settled down.
With the hex bag gone, there was a slight problem since Tina was still a teenager. Yet Tina took the curse as a blessing to restart her life. So, after giving the girl money, they went their separate ways.
The last case was last week, during college exams in Spencer, Iowa. A vengeful spirit was killing college students while possessing anything on Wi-Fi. This case made him realize he was wasting his time to find a cure for the Mark. So, he told Sam he could not live, hoping they'd find a cure. He assures Sam he will not give up, that he will fight the Mark, and when the time comes, he will go down swinging.
Now he has spent the week on finding Vivian. Doing research on Cambions to find a spell to locate her. Until Sam brought up a case about a serial killer on death row, who vanished from his cell without a trace, except for a single drop of blood. Needing a break from the books, Dean accepted. They grabbed their gear and headed towards Polunsky Unit, West Livingston, Texas.
Currently, Sam was explaining about serial killers and the victims. Dean thought humans were weird, but Sam proved it otherwise as he did trivia.
"The Zodiac?" Dean asked.
"Seven victims," Sam answered.
Dean tried to think of another serial killer, "Dahmer?"
"Seventeen," Sam answered.
"That's some freaky stuff, man," Dean said, impressed and disturbed. "It's a whole new side of you."
"It's called True Crime, Dean. It's a hobby." Sam defended.
"No. Bass fishing, needlepoint—that's a hobby, okay?" Dean disagreed. "Collecting serial-killer stats – that's – that is an illness."
Sam chuckled at that.
They arrived at the prison.
"Get your badge," Dean said.
"Yeah," Sam agreed, handing his brother his fake badge.
Dean pulled up, hitting the buzzer on the intercom.
A correction officer answered, "Hello, gentlemen. State the nature of your visit."
"From the office of the inspector general," Dean explained, showing the badges to the camera, then handing Sam back his. "Got an appointment with the warden."
"Thank you. Parking is to the left. Look for visitor parking only."
Dean nodded, rolling up the windows. The gate buzzed open, allowing them entrance. As Dean drove, they noticed an officer on a horse holding a rifle.
"All right, so what the stats on this, uh, vanishing act here?" Dean asked.
"Tommy Tolliver was convicted of six murders back in '09, but those are just the ones that stuck," Sam explained. "According to the news, he escaped from a locked cell on death row, this inexplicable, Houdini-esque escape."
"So what are we thinking?" Dean asked. "Some sort of a mass-murdering magician?"
"Yeah, or a teleporting demon or a who knows what that can walk through supermax walls," Sam added. "Could be in our wheelhouse."
Dean scoffs, "Yeah, your wheelhouse. 'Hobby.'"
Sam couldn't help but smile.
Dean was not a fan when being this close to the police. He works with them occasionally, and Jody and Donna are the exceptions. However, Police Officers in this degree of law-enforcement he doesn't get along with. The last time he was in prison was in 2007 at Green River's County Detention Center to deal with a vengeful spirit. Sure, there were times he was arrested, but once the officer's realized what was happening, they let him go.
Dean also hoped this serial killer was not like Jeffrey. A postal worker with psychopathic tendencies who was once possessed by a demon. That was a hot mess in itself.
Once parked, the two headed inside, doing the usual procedures before being escorted to the warden. They were taken to Death Row, into the blocked room. Where the warden was crotch down examining a lone blood drop.
"Warden Skieff?" Dean asked.
The man stood up.
"Uh, inspector Moore and Ranaldo," Sam greeted. "We spoke on the phone."
"Yeah. Welcome to Death Row," Warden Skieff replied. "Have a look."
Sam and Dean entered to find the room was ten by five. It contains a cot, a toilet, and Tolliver's personal items, which were books.
"But good luck finding anything out of TDJC compliance." Warden Skieff added before walking out.
Dean gestured for Sam to talk to him while he pulled out an EMF meter. Sam complied, doing so while Dean walked around the small room. As he examined the room, he listened to their conversation. Sam stood at the door, blocking the view of what was happening.
"So, why don't you tell me what happened?" Sam asked.
"The night Tolliver disappeared, our little ship was running as tight as ever, and I got documentation to prove it," Skieff answered.
Dean couldn't find anything that led to a vengeful spirit or demon. There was not even ectoplasm or the scent of sulfur. He got up and made his way to Sam.
"Do you stand by what the press is saying – locked cell, no security breach, no guard misconduct?" Sam asked.
Sam noticed Dean, who shook his head. Sam nodded, letting him out.
"Which press?" Skieff demanded. "Mainstream media is calling for my head, said I was grossly incompetent. But the tabloids, they're saying –"
"They're saying it's magic," Sam scoffed. "That Tommy pulled off some dark miracle to escape."
The warden gave him a look.
"You saying you believe that?" Sam asked.
"I'm saying there was some kind of magician on the block last night, but it wasn't Tommy," Skieff answered.
He gestured for them to follow him to the security room.
They went there as an officer pulled up the footage from that night.
"That's right before Tolliver vanished," Skieff informed.
They stared at the monitor that showed nine security footage of the prison. All seemed normal until the bottom row flickered for a second.
"Was that a brownout?" Sam asked.
"That was my thought, but then …" Skieff answered, gesturing to the middle bottom screen.
A man in a trench coat started walking down the hall. His figure was covered in darkness. The only thing you can make out is that he has long hair and a muscular build. His back facing the camera, not exposing his face. As the lights go out behind him, he continues to walk down the hall.
"Is it one of the guards?" Sam asked.
"Nope," Skieff answered. "But I don't know who he is, how he got in, or how he and Tolliver got out."
The man stopped in front of the cell, showing a rough profile.
Dean noticed something about the figure. "Can you zoom in on that?"
"Can and have," Skieff said. "Too dark to make out much of anything."
"Do it," Dean ordered, stepping closer to the monitor to get a better look. His right arm began to throb, sensing a familiar presence.
The officer complied, examining the screen to show the intruder.
"Freeze it."
The officer did so.
"Blow it up."
The officer did so on the intruder showing a better profile. Dean recognizes that profile anywhere with shoulder-length hair and a beard. It was Cain. Cain was here. The thought made the mark ache that Dean unconsciously began to rub it.
Many thoughts were running through his head about why Cain decided to come to Texas to kidnap a serial killer.
Unless this was Cain's method of calling on Dean.
As part of the agreement.
.o0o.
Castiel's POV
Castiel was in an abandoned school. He caught a demon who has some sort of association with Cain. He's been hunting Cain down since Abaddon's reign. Currently, the demon was tied to a chair on top of a devil's trap. Castiel walked around the demon with an angel blade in hand.
His phone began to ring, yet Castiel ignored it.
"Gonna answer that?" The demon asked in a strong southern accent.
"Not at this moment," Castiel answered.
The demon looked at him with black eyes. "You're wasting your time."
The phone continued to ring in the background.
"I told you, I don't know where he is. Me and Cain ain't friends. He kills demons. Low-level guys like me keep our distance." The demon informed.
"You sure about that?" Castiel asked, stopping behind the demon.
He took the angel blade, slicing it along the demon's arm. The demon screamed as his essence could be seen from the wound before turning to blood.
"All right!" The demon yelled, eyes turning hazel. "All right."
Castiel moved in front of him.
"He's been seen, past few months, making passes through Bogg's marsh, one county over." The demon informed. "No one knows why, what for. Like I said, we keep our distance."
Castiel stared at the demon for a moment.
"And the Cambion, his daughter?" Castiel asked.
"No one has seen the Dame of Hell," the demon answered.
Castiel points the top of the angel blade directly in front of the demon's eye.
"And that's all you know," Castiel said.
"Yes. Yes, I swear." The demon said, keeping his composure.
Castiel analyzed the demon to ensure he was telling the truth. Seeing that he was, he lowered the angel blade. The demon exhaled and bowed his head in relief.
"Okay," Castiel concluded.
Not taking the risk with this abomination, Castiel stabbed the demon in the stomach, killing him. The demon cried out in agony as his demonic form vaporized in the vessel. The last thing Castiel needs is this demon reporting to Crowley or getting caught by Cain.
Cain was near, and Castiel would do whatever it took to help Dean.
.o0o.
Dean's POV
Meanwhile, back with the Winchesters.
Dean had stopped at a food truck, grabbing dinner for himself and Sam. They were heading back to the Bunker, concluding that Cain wouldn't stay in one place for long. Dean has been trying to get a hold of Castiel, but the angel was not answering his phone. He got in the Impala, seeing Sam typing away on the laptop.
Sam was in the passenger seat, researching Tommy Tolliver and possible relations with Cain, "So?"
"Cas is still not answering," Dean answered while buckling up.
"Great," Sam said, focusing back on his computer. "Well, I have been looking into Tommy Tolliver, seeing if I can figure out why Cain went to the trouble of springing him."
"And?" Dean asked.
"Still pretty unclear," Sam answered. "I did find this blotter out of Orlando about his dad, Leon Tolliver. Uh, like father, like son. Convicted felon, fresh warrant for an assault charge, but he's gone missing, hasn't been seen in a week."
Dean pulled out a taco, "You think the two are connected?"
He then took a bite.
"I mean, the police just assumed he fled the warrant, but if Cain took Tommy, it might not be a coincidence," Sam suggested.
"So, what, Cain's got a vendetta against the entire family?" Dean asked.
"Maybe." Sam guessed.
Suddenly, Dean's cellphone began to ring. Dean fished it out of his pocket and answered, seeing it was Castiel's number.
"It's Cass," Dean answered, putting the angel on speaker. "Hey, where you at?"
.o0o.
Castiel's POV
Castiel stood center in a bog marsh in a county next over where he left the demon. He searched around to find a field that had been burned down, with many piles of dirt. At first, he thought it was humans doing construction here. Until coming closer to find that these piles of dirt were mass graves. As items of the deceased were laid on top of each grave.
The first thing he did was call the Winchesters. He knelt on a fresh grave, where a white shoe lay. He glanced at the bottom of the sneaker to the deceased letters of TDJC.
"Illinois." The angel answered.
"Hey, Cass, we got a lead. Cain abducted a Texas death row inmate named Tommy Tolliver." Sam informed.
Castiel, knowing all living beings, knew who the sneaker belonged to. "He's dead."
"What?" Sam asked, surprised. "How do you know?"
"Call it an educated guess," Castiel said. "Cain has been very busy."
He stood up, staring at the graves.
"Okay, where are you?" Dean asked. "We'll come to you."
Castiel was about to answer until sensing a demon's presence. One that was stronger as eyes watched him from the tree line.
"I'll call you back," Castiel said as he hung up.
The angel turned around to stare at the Father of Murder.
"Hello, Castiel," Cain greeted casually.
Castiel frowned at the Son of Adam.
"What have you done?" Castiel asked.
"These bodies?" Cain replied, glancing at this work. "Just cleaning up a mess I made a long time ago."
"Cain, I know what you were. But you'd resisted for so long." Castiel tried to reason while holding back his anger.
Castiel witnessed the birth of man. He saw Cain slay Abel and the trials and tribulations of the once man. Until he vanished, only to reappear again. Hearing that Cain had resisted for so long and started a new life brought some reassurance. Until discovering the Mark had on Dean. Now here he was, surrounded by the bodies of the innocent.
"What can I say? I got the taste back." Cain said as he walked closer to Castiel. "With Abaddon's army gunning for me, I had to take up arms again. I had to protect my daughter. Over time I liked how it felt."
"Those were demons," Castiel reminded, then gestured to the bodies. "These..."
Cain crouched down to a smaller grave with a muddy stuffed teddy bear. He picked it up, caressing the toy, "Humans. Eh, the Mark thirsts for all kinds."
"This is a massacre," Castiel scolded.
"Yes. And soon it'll be a genocide," Cain confirmed, dropping the bear and standing up. "My children, my whole poisoned issue. A lot of them out there right now... killers, fighters, thieves, some more peaceful than others. But they still carry it... the disease. If the Mark wants blood, I'll give it mine."
"You'll kill them all?" Castiel asked. "You are Adam and Eve's firstborn. Your descendants are legion."
"At most, I'm culling... 1 in 10," Cain murmured.
"Of everyone," Castiel growled.
"I've got time," Cain assured.
"And Vivian?" Castiel asked. "Did you kill her as well?"
Cain didn't answer as he changed the subject. "How's Dean, by the way? I hear he did good, took Abaddon down. Vivian mentioned he's struggling a bit."
Castiel looked away.
Cain showed concern, "He's not well?"
Castiel looked at him, "Even with the First Blade hidden, Dean is losing his fight against the Mark. If we don't find a cure..."
"There is no cure." Cain reminded. "I'm living proof of that. But don't worry about Dean. I'll get to him, in due time."
Castiel, fearing for his friend's safety, drew out his angel blade from his coat sleeve.
Cain couldn't help but smile, "Sorry, Castiel. You're not on my list."
With that said, Cain disappeared.
Castiel was surprised by the sudden act. He looked around, cautious if Cain would strike. He sighed when he sensed the Hell Knight was nowhere to be found. The angel glanced around until spotting one grave that stood out from the rest. For this one was covered in stone with a tree still intact.
Castiel made his way over, seeing no item on top of the grave. Only the stones. He knelt down, removing the rocks at the head of the tree, followed by brushing the dirt and gravel until coming in contact with a nose. A slight puff of air escaped from the nose. Baffled, Castiel removed the rocks and soil, thinking there was a survivor. He freed the face to expose none other than Vivian.
"Vivian," Castiel gasped to find the Cambion here.
He tried to wake her, yet she was not responding. He raised his hand to examine her to find she was alive; except she was under a spell. He removed more rocks and dirt to find an ornate handle in her chest. No doubt a dagger. As her chest raised slightly that the human eye couldn't possibly see. Castiel was about to grab the handle to remove the blade and hopefully heal her when there was a dark spark burning his hand. Castiel hissed, for it was dark magic.
He couldn't pull out the dagger.
Vivian was here under a dark spell, surrounded by Cain's victims all this time. Castiel may disapprove of the Cambion since she can eradicate the heavenly host with one word. But over the year since meeting her, she has helped the Winchesters more than anything else.
If not…Dean cares about her.
Castiel sighed as he got Vivian out of her grave and carried her back to his car. He was careful as he got Vivian in the back seat of the Lincoln. He took off his coat, placed it on her to cover the dagger, and then got in the driver's seat. He pulled out his cellphone, pulling up Dean's number.
Taking a deep breath, he called Dean.
After a few rings, Dean answered, "Cass, what the hell is going on?"
"I've encountered Cain," Castiel replied.
There was silence, on the other hand.
"And I found Vivian," Castiel added.
"Is she all right?" Sam asked.
Castiel paused, staring at Vivian in the back. "No, Cain has put her under a spell. I'm bringing her to the Bunker."
"We'll see you there."
Castiel hung up and started driving back to Kansas.
.o0o.
Dean's POV
Sam and Dean were waiting in the garage when Castiel called, saying he was arriving at the Bunker. The golden 78 Lincoln pulled into the garage, taking its usual spot. Dean rushed over, opening the back door to see Vivian unconscious.
She appeared horrible, as her body was covered in dirt and her hair a tangled mess. The markings protruded from her ashen skin as if it was strangling bark. Sam came over to see this.
"Is she…" Sam couldn't finish his sentence.
"No," Castiel said as he got out of the vehicle. "She's under a spell from a cursed dagger."
He removed the trench coat to reveal the ornate handle. "I couldn't remove it."
Dean was still shocked to find Vivian in this state. This has to be Cain's doing. Why did he do this to Vivian if he is killing his descendants? Why stab her in the chest under a curse, leaving her to rot. Something is not adding up.
"We need to get her to the infirmary," Sam said.
Dean nodded as he carefully carried Vivian out of the Lincoln. She was light. Lighter than he remembered. Practically a corpse. Not saying a word, they took her to the infirmary. Sam opened the doors, and they rushed inside. Once in the infirmary, Dean laid her on the operating table, adjusting her form flat so the dagger wouldn't deepen.
Sam came over to examine her. She wasn't wearing her leather jacket. Instead, she was wearing a sweater and a pair of jeans. Not even shoes or socks. As if Cain attacked her when she was most vulnerable. When her defenses were down.
This infuriated Dean.
How can Cain do this to her?
To his own daughter.
"I'm not finding any other injuries," Sam announced.
"The son of a bitch stabbed her in the heart," Dean reminded.
"Dean, she's alive," Sam reminded. "Just under a curse."
"And what will happen once we remove the dagger?" Dean asked.
Sam paused, not sure how to answer.
Dean looked at Castiel, "Can you heal her?"
"If you can remove the dagger I might. But I don't know with the limited amount of grace I have." Castiel informed.
Dean cursed.
Do they take the risk of Castiel healing her, or let it be until they find another angel to do it? But would the angels consider healing a cambion? These bird brains loathe demons with a passion and any creature associated with them. Cambions especially. One looks at her, and they stab her with an angel blade or smite her.
Dean combed his hand through his hair, trying to figure out what to do.
Suddenly the Mark began to pulse and burn under his sleeve. He could feel its urge, the one it felt when Vivian was nearby. Something similar to when they fought. As if telling him to yank the dagger out and heal her. Dean hesitated as he stepped forward to Vivian.
"Dean?" Sam called out.
Dean rolled up his sleeve exposing the Mark as it glowed in a mixture of red and purple. Before Sam and Castiel could react, Dean grabbed hold of the handle. A shock went through his body as the dagger tried to make him let go. But the Mark resisted, his veins turning red as his grip tightened on the handle and slowly pulled the dagger out. Pain consumed his body, and he gritted his teeth as he yanked the curse object out.
The moment he got it out, Dean tossed the dagger aside and placed his hand on Vivian's chest. The Mark grew brighter, seeping into Vivian's body, making her markings glow. Dean mentally curses, begging that she doesn't die.
"Dean!" Sam yelled.
Suddenly Vivian's eyes widened black and purple. Sam stopped as Castiel stepped in shock. She gasped, taking a deep breath. Before anyone could speak, she shrieked, thrashing about that blood started seeping from the wound.
"Hold her," Dean yelled.
Sam and Castiel grabbed both her arms, pinning her to the table. Dean added more pressure to the wound, feeling his entire arm on fire, and no doubt Vivian felt the same. She was thrashing, her strength trying to fight them off, yet she wasn't strong enough. There was a sizzling sound of flesh burning.
Vivian gave a demonic shriek.
Her legs kicked about.
The Mark took control, and Dean smashed his lips against hers. Vivian tensed as her eyes widened. The Mark heals her, restoring her body. Or at least the wound.
Sam and Castiel were shocked as she stopped resisting. They loosened their hold until Dean pulled back, removing his hand and caressing it. The Mark faded back to a scar. While there was a hole in Vivian's sweater, a scar formed from where the dagger stabbed her.
Everyone panted, seeing her skin returning to color while the markings vanished. The black in her eyes melted away while the purple irises dimmed to brown. Turning her back to human form. She panted, staring at them in shock.
"Vivian," Sam softly spoke.
She panted, slowly sitting up, which Sam helped her.
Her body was shaking.
"Vivian," Dean murmured, still caressing his arm.
She looked at him with watery eyes before she began to cry. Dean can only assume; she realized what happened. Cautiously, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. No one said a word as she cried.
.o0o.
Vivian's POV
I stood under the shower washing the dirt and mud off my body.
After crying in Dean's arms, Dean helped me out of the infirmary and took me to the main bathroom. He was hesitant to leave me when Sam brought me some clothes. Dean thanked him before leading to one of the shower stalls, starting the showers, and grabbing some products.
"I'll let you be," Dean said.
I could only nod. Dean nodded as he left, closing the door. I waited for a moment, slowly taking off my clothes before stepping into the shower. I took deep breaths, slowly washing my body to rid of the mud, dirt, and gravel. Using the products provided, before, I just stood there.
As a sob escaped my lips, I rested my head on the tile wall. So many emotions consumed me as I grieved for the fact that Cain betrayed me. That my own father stabbed me in the chest, placing me under a curse. I don't know what happened afterward.
All I remember was darkness.
A dark void.
An empty place.
There was this creature. An entity that takes on a black and viscous form, before turning into Abaddon. It told me I wasn't supposed to be there, that I should be asleep. Until a voice stepped in. Another entity.
I grasped my head, and as the memories started to hurt, I collapsed onto my knees. The migraine lasted a moment, then vanished. I panted, trying to gain control. Something happened there…and I can't remember.
Except for one word…. sister.
Once done with the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and walked towards the mirror. Seeing how frail I've become. Along with my hair being a tangled mess. I used an old brush still in the box, and I started brushing my hair. As I brushed, I could feel the damage. I sighed, getting all the knots out, and used a new toothbrush to cleaning my teeth. Trying to find normalcy until I was done.
The clothes Sam brought were on the counter. A man's shirt and some pajama bottoms with Star Wars stormtroopers. I was confused as I put on the clothes, with the pajama bottoms short that it stopped at my mid-calf. While the shirt reached my midthigh. I sighed, for I had no strength to alter the clothes. Only picked up my ruined clothes and tossed them in the trash.
I took a deep breath, making my way to the library.
There Dean, Sam, and Castiel were. Sam sitting by his laptop, Dean walking around with a book while Castiel stood there. All in a discussion.
"So who's next?" Dean asked. "Is he done with the Tollivers?"
"The Tollivers?" I whispered.
Castiel heard me as he addressed my presence, "Vivian."
Dean turned around while Sam stared at me.
"Can someone explain what's going on?" I asked.
The men hesitated.
Sam was the first to speak, "Vivian…what was the last thing you remembered?"
I paused, "Finding bodies in the shed. And Cain stabbed me in the chest."
They looked at me sadly.
"What's going on?" I asked. "How long has it been since we last talked?"
"It's been three months," Dean answered.
I gasped, nearly losing balance. Dean rushed in, grabbing me, and he sat me down in a chair.
Three months! I mentally screamed.
I've been in the empty for three months.
A part of me wanted to cry as I looked at them.
"What else?" I asked. "What happened?"
Sam and Dean were quiet.
It was Castiel who spoke, "Cain has been killing people from those of his bloodline. Those he believes have the disease to commit murder. I found you in a mass grave in Illinois."
I gasped, "how many?"
"Vivian…" Dean said.
"How many!" I yelled.
"There were fifty in where I found you," Castiel answered. "Maybe a hundred more."
A sob escaped my lips.
"He says he's been killing since Abaddon's army was chasing after him." The angel added.
"What?" I asked, confused. "There wasn't. Except…"
"Except…" Dean pried.
"He killed a serial killer after I helped you with Magnus," I mumbled.
Dean inhaled sharply.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Sam asked.
"I…I thought it was a one-and-done," I answered.
"Well, there is nothing we can do about it," Sam sighed as he went over his laptop.
"He's only after killers?" I asked to be sure.
Cain has fallen more than I expected.
"Oh, come on," Sam said bitterly. "Damn it."
All eyes were on Sam.
"What?" Castiel asked as he came over.
"Tommy did have a son, estranged, who lives with his mother in Ohio, uh..." Sam informed, pulling up a birth certificate. "Uh, Austin Reynolds, twelve years old."
"Is the kid still alive?" Dean asked.
Sam looked up the boy's social media account, "As of an hour ago, yeah. He updated his status. But, I mean, come on. It's a kid. You don't really think Cain would ..."
Sam looked at me, and hearing what Castiel said, I bowed my head.
"Yes, he would," Castiel confirmed.
"There were old men in those graves, Sam, women," Dean said. "I mean, you heard Cas. It's a fire sale. Everyone must go."
Dean stared at me with apologetic eyes, "Vivian, I'm sorry."
I bowed my head, knowing what he meant.
It was time to honor the deal.
"Where you going?" Sam asked as Dean was about to leave.
Dean turned around to face us. "We know where Cain's gonna be. The kid's in danger."
"Okay, so what, we track him down to Ohio, and then what?" Sam said, trying to be the voice of logic.
"Then I'll do what I have to do," Dean said. "I'll kill Cain."
With nothing else to say, Dean left the library.
Sam was shocked as he went after his brother.
Castiel stared at me as I stared back at him.
"I'm sorry," Castiel apologized.
I sighed, "As am I."
Castiel nodded as he helped me stand up. We went after the Winchesters, which led us to Dean's room. As he started collecting the weapons. Grabbing a shotgun off the wall and putting it in a bag.
"When he gave me the Mark, Cain said that this day would come, that after I killed Abaddon, I would have to come and put him down," Dean informed.
"Great. So you're taking orders from a madman." Sam said.
"No, he wasn't mad then," Dean corrected.
Castiel and I stood at the doorway watching them.
"Cain resisted the Mark for a long time, then I came, kicking up trouble about the Blade," Dean said as he continued to pack. "I sent him down this path. This is on me."
"It doesn't mean you have to be the one to go after him," Sam said.
Dean assembled his gun, "Yes, it does. And there's only one thing that can kill him."
"The Blade," Sam sighed.
Castiel walked into the room, stepping between the two brothers.
"Dean's right," Castiel said.
"Dean, wielding the Blade against Cain himself..." Sam paused.
Dean closed a hand over the Mark.
Sam continued, "Win or lose, you may never come back from that fight."
"I know." Dean sadly agreed.
"I'm coming too," I said, stepping in.
All the men faced me.
"No, you're staying here," Dean ordered.
"Dean," I argued.
"You just got out of a curse," Dean reminded. "You need to rest."
"Cain's my father," I countered, standing my ground. "I need to ask him why. I need to…I need to say goodbye."
Dean stared at me, then sighed, "Fine."
I nodded, sighing in relief.
"But you're not going out dressed like that," Dean added.
I glanced down at my attire and snorted.
"You better call Crowley," Sam suggested.
Dean nodded as he pulled out his phone and dialed the King of Hell.
After a moment, Crowley spoke that I could hear.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't -"
"Cain's back," Dean interrupted as he walked around the room. "He's gone dark, and I need the Blade."
"Why would I do that for you?" Crowley asked nervously.
"Because you have as much reason to want Cain off the board as anyone. Cain has a kill list, and you're on it," Dean lied.
Dean glanced at us for his lie.
"What do you say, Crowley? You in?" Dean asked.
"Yes," Crowley answered.
"Good. I'll text you the location." Dean said, hanging up.
We all nodded to this.
.o0o.
I laid in the back of the Impala, exhausted. After grabbing supplies, we left the Bunker, though stopped at a thrift store to get me some clothes. Followed by food. When I dived into that cheeseburger, I felt like I was in heaven. Not long after, I fell asleep.
Not entirely, as I had my hearing on listening to my surroundings.
"Is she asleep?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Sam confirmed.
"Good," Dean replied.
There was silence in the Impala.
"So… we're not going to talk about what happened back there?" Sam started.
"I don't know what you mean?" Dean replied.
"The fact that you pulled the dagger out and the Mark healed her."
Silence.
"Dean…"
"The Mark didn't want her to die."
"What do you mean?"
"The Mark didn't want her to die. She was sired by the Mark. It's hard to explain."
"So you lost control?"
Dean didn't answer.
"And the kiss?"
"What about it?"
"Seriously, you're gonna ignore the fact you kissed Vivian."
Dean remained silent.
"And don't say it was the Mark."
"It doesn't matter."
Sam sighed from this, "You care about her."
"What do you want me to say, Sam? I care about her. But after killing Cain… there's no going back. I wouldn't be surprised if she left us."
"And do you want her to leave?"
"Not really."
Sleep took over as I drowned them out.
.o0o.
After a long drive, we arrived in Ohio at the Reynolds residence. Castiel and I scouted the area during the daytime while the Winchesters waited off the property. It would be nighttime when the boys joined us. We kept out of distance as Austin stepped out of his house to play basketball in the barn. We watched him, though this would be tricky.
It's not like we can go to Ms. Reynolds saying Cain was here to murder her son all because she had sex with a serial killer. Then again, Ms. Reynolds was lucky to get away from Tommy Tolliver. And not become one of his victims.
Castiel came over to us after checking on Austin.
"Kid here?" Dean asked.
"He's nearby. Upstairs in the barn. He's playing with a basketball." Castiel reported.
"Cain will strike soon. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, but soon." Dean said and glanced at Sam. "And when he does ..."
"Yeah, I got it," Sam said, irritated about the plan. "You charge in with the Blade solo. And the kid? What, we just watch and wait until Cain attacks? I thought this was a rescue mission."
"We save the kid after Cain shows," Dean reminded. "Vivian will take him out of here."
"We know what Cain's after. That's our only advantage," Castiel agreed. "We want to trap Cain, we use it."
"A twelve-year-old as bait. I can't believe what I'm hearing." Sam said.
Suddenly a demon presence appeared, but it wasn't Cain.
"Neither can I," Crowley said as he appeared before us.
"What's the matter, Crowley? You suddenly grow a conscience? Too good to put a minor in danger?" Dean taunted.
"Don't give a damn about the kid," Crowley said. "I'm talking about the risk to us."
"There is no us." Dean reminded. "You're here for one reason. That's to hand me the Blade."
Sam stared at his brother with worry.
Crowley stared at Dean. I glance at the demon, noticing the First Blade is not in his possession. Dean saw this as well and frowned.
Crowley smirked, "Yeah, about that. Seeing as this is shaping up to be one of those, uh, two-step capture then kill kind of deals, I think your buddies would agree it's better to keep the Blade out of your hands until we've got Cain sewn up, just to be safe.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Now, back to this plan of yours," Crowley said.
.o0o.
We were fortunate that Cain did not show up that night. Using a bit of magic, we manipulated Reynold's memory that they won a trip to Cedar Point. Crowley pulled some tricks to get room and tickets. Followed by several hex bags to mask them from Cain. After the mother and son left, the farm was abandoned. We sprayed a Devil's Trap in the barn, using the hay to cover it up.
The plan was simple, Crowley would use an illusion spell to recreate Austin. As he held a small dark amber-colored bottle. I looked at it and noticed it was a Rune of Amaranth. Those were strong illusion spells. As it can recreate another human being from presence and scent. Although, it can't replicate the actual person's personality.
Cain didn't show up during the day. It gave us time. By night, Sam, Dean, and Crowley hid in the barn with the illusion of Austin playing basketball. Castiel kept watch on the ground while I stood on the barn's roof. My strength wasn't there, as it was taxing to teleport or warp reality. Yet, I needed to stop Cain.
Enhancing my hearing, I listened when I caught the Winchesters' conversation.
"So... If this works and we capture Cain, then what?" Sam asked quietly.
"We'll cross that bridge when we c... If we come to it," Dean replied.
They were silent for a moment when Dean continued, "You know last week when I said that I would go down swinging when the time came? I meant that I was at peace with that. I just didn't realize the time would come so soon, you know, like right now…. I'm scared, Sam..."
I sighed, for we all are. Although everyone has different reasons for the Mark. The Mark was changing Dean to become something darker. Closer to becoming a demon without the demonic powers. However, this was different. Demon Dean had a dark personality. What is happening to Dean now doesn't show apathy. Only violence.
For me, the Mark is holding something inside. Something dark and untamed. Yet I don't want to see Dean suffer.
After a while, I could sense Cain and sent a group text that he was here. Crowley made the illusion come out. I hunch low on the roof, observing the grounds and watching Illusion Austin step outside.
There was a sound of the fence gate banging that startled the illusion. Austin removed his earbuds, looking around.
"Someone there?" Austin called out.
He turned around, and Cain appeared. This startled the illusion as he hugged the basketball tightly.
"Hello, Austin," Cain greeted calmly.
"What are you doing here?" Austin asked.
"I'm here to kill you," Cain answered, pulling out his bowie knife from his coat.
Austin's eyes widened.
Castiel appeared as he stood in front of Austin, "No, you won't. Run!"
Austin ran inside the barn as Sam stepped out to grab him, taking the illusion to safety. I stood up, watching them, holding an angel blade in hand.
"You can't stop me," Cain warned.
Castiel raised his hand towards Cain. His eyes glow bright blue, and light emanates from his hand. There was a breeze that hardly phased Cain, barely blowing his hair. Castiel returns to normal and looks puzzled. No doubt his borrowed grace started to dwindle. Cain points his knife at Castiel and flicks it to the right., causing Castiel's angel blade to fly out of his hand. Cain then flicks the knife to the left, and Castiel flies through the air and crashes into the side of a truck, landing in the truck bed.
Not even bothered, Cain started making his way to the barn. Once he was out of sight, I teleported to the angel, helping him up.
"You alright?" I asked.
Castiel rubbed his head, "I'll be fine."
I nodded before chasing after Cain. When I found him, he banged on the door that separated him from the target. Before I could speak, Cain teleported inside the room. I was about to rush in when Dean stopped me. I sighed, knowing I had to stick to the plan.
We listened to what was going on inside.
"Don't. Please don't." Austin pleaded in a monotone voice.
Suddenly there was a presence of magic as a purple glow shimmered through the door's cracks for a moment. No doubt, Cain struck Austin and broke the illusion.
"Illusion spell," Cain noted.
"Oh, yeah. The real Austin is long gone." Sam assured.
Cain hummed, "18th-century magic…If I had to hazard a guess, Rune of Amaranth."
"Good eye." Crowley complimented. "Something I picked up from my mother."
"Well, I know you fear me. I can only assume..." Cain murmured, chuckling slightly. No doubt discovering the Devil's Trap. "Oh. Clever. Won't hold me for long, you know."
"It won't need to," Sam assured.
Crowley opened the barn door to reveal Dean and me to the Hell Knight. Cain's gray eyes widen when seeing us. Sam and Crowley walked out of the room as we Hell Knights stared at one another. It has come to this.
No longer did I see my Pa. My Papa. My Dad. Or even my daddy. All I saw was Cain, the Father of Murder.
Cain bowed his head in shame.
I stepped forward, yet Dean grabbed my hand. I glanced at him, silently asking him to let me talk. Dean sighed but nodded. I stepped into the room, closing the barn door. I walked over to the edge of the Devil's Trap but did not pass it, making sure to keep some distance.
Cain walked around kicking the straw to reveal more of the trap. Once it was cleared, he turned around to face me.
"I'm sorry," was all he said.
"You're sorry," I seethed. "For what?"
"For not keeping Colette's promise," he answered.
"Why?" I demanded. "After all these years, all the hard work, why?"
Cain sighed.
"You killed children!" I snapped.
"They carried the disease," Cain reasoned. "Either they become killers, or their own children shall."
"And you think that gave you the right to kill people?" I spat. "You're not God."
"No, I'm not," he agreed. "I'm just an executioner."
I inhaled sharply, "Then why did you curse me?"
Cain remained silent.
"Why did you stab me in the heart?" I asked.
Cain took a deep breath, "Once my legion is gone, it will only be you who remain."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because you are the only good that has ever come from me." He answered. "The only thing I have of Colette."
I scowled at this.
"I know I will never receive your forgiveness. I don't even deserve it. Just know once I get out, you will never see me again. I will never stop my campaign to eradicate my bloodline."
"Even for me?" I asked. "You won't stop even for me."
Cain stared me in the eyes with all his emotions.
"Even for you."
A sob escaped my lips.
"I'm sorry. For the burden I placed on you."
I continue to stare at him with watery eyes.
Cain kept a neutral expression, "You will always be my daughter."
I took a deep breath, "Goodbye."
"Goodbye, Vivian." He murmured.
I walked to the door, though I stopped to look at him one last time. He stared at me, giving a small smile of a proud father. A father who knew he did one thing right. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and closed it.
Abandoning my only family.
My heart ached, yet I remained numb as I walked downstairs to see the men waiting for me. Dean gave a silent question about Cain surrendering. Except I shook my head. For there was nothing that could change his mind.
I stood next to Dean and faced everyone, "I'm sorry. For everything."
"This is not your fault," Sam assured.
I sighed but nodded.
"My turn," Dean announced.
"Dean, look, we want to help," Sam started.
Dean shook his head, "No. No, with you in the ring, it'd just be a liability."
"Dean?" Castiel said.
"I'd be too worried about what he could do to you... Or what I could do." Dean tried to explain. "Plus, I need you four out here to take out whatever comes out of there. And I'm serious. I mean whatever comes out."
"Happily," Crowley murmured.
Crowley pulled out a wrapped blade. He started unwrapping it, revealing the First Blade. The whispers echoed in my head. I ground my teeth, ignoring the temptation. Meanwhile, Dean pulled his hand out, allowing the King of Hell to give him the Blade.
Crowley held the Blade. "What guarantee do I have that you'll give it back when you're done?"
"If I survive and I come out of there and I don't give it back, you'll all have a much bigger problem on your hands," Dean warned.
Crowley nodded as he handed Dean the First Blade. Dean looked intently at the Blade as red tendrils spread up his hand. This time it was easier than previously before he became a demon. Dean closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Dean?" Sam called out.
"I'm good," Dean said, staring at his brother.
He made his way up the stairs, giving us a glance before facing Cain.
I stood there, for one of the two men I care for will be dead.
.o0o.
Dean's POV
Dean reached the barn door, taking a deep breath before stepping in. As he stood, he could sense the Hell Knight's presence. Even inside the Devil's Trap, his power was strong. Cain turned around, facing him.
"Hello, Dean," Cain greeted.
Dean did not answer as he reached the edge of the trap.
"At a loss for words, my son? Allow me." Cain murmured as he paced around the circle kicking the straw away. "This is the part where you tell me it's not too late and I can lay down arms, abandon my mission. "We don't have to fight""
Dean watched him, "I'll spare us the formalities. You're past talking down. Cain, you're fully mental."
"Oh, I prefer to think I've finally gotten clear," Cain countered as he made his way over. "When I made my bargain with Lucifer, killed Abel, I released a stain upon the earth, a stain deeper and far more lasting than mere precedence."
"Your bloodline's tainted, so you say," Dean replied.
"So I know," Cain said as he stopped. "Not all killers are my descendants, and not all my descendants are killers, but enough are enough for me to know that extinguishing them is the least I owe to this world. Can you honestly tell me that humanity's not better off with fewer Tommys and fewer Leons... Fewer yous?"
Dean continues to look at him. There are some kills he regretted in his past. Kills that were not intentional out of self-defense. Killing some monsters who did not deserve death. But he did what he had to do. He knows he was not a saint or a good man. But he did what he had to to survive and protect his friends and family.
"And what about the kid?" Dean asked.
"He could go either way. I prefer to be thorough," Cain answered.
"And Vivian?" Dean asked. "Would you kill your own daughter?"
Cain scowled at him.
Vivian was a sensitive topic for both of them. The Cambion. One is a daughter to the demon, while the other is a friend to the hunter. All three of them have something in common. And that was the Mark. Two transfers and a sire.
Dean knows from his experience of killing a child. Then again, his seed was misguided that sired an Amazon. He knew Emma for a few hours, yet she was a hybrid brainwashed in the Amazon culture to kill him in a ritual. Even though Sam killed her out of defense, Dean felt guilt. Now he wonders if Cain's guilt is worse if he ever had to kill Vivian. Yet, Cain didn't kill Vivian. He only cursed her.
Cain changed the subject, "How's it feel, Dean, to be holding the Blade again?"
Dean raised the First Blade from his side, staring at it, "It feels like a means to an end."
After saying that, Dean stepped inside the Devil's Trap.
"Then do it," Cain causally challenged.
Dean made several steps toward Cain and tried to stab him with the Blade. Cain evades them all and throws Dean to the ground. Dean gets up and tries again, yet each attempt is blocked. It wasn't long before Cain threw him to the ground. Dean glared at him standing up, as he tried to punch Cain and swing the Blade up, except Cain grabbed his wrist. They both struggled to control the Blade.
"That seems a bit weaker than I would expect from you with the Blade," Cain murmured as he looked Dean in the eyes. "I think you can do better."
Cain swung him around, yet Dean landed on his feet and punched Cain in the face.
"Unless..." Cain corrected his stance, yet got a punch in the face again. He pulled back, fixing his hair and looking at Dean, pointing the finger at him. "You're holding back."
Dean glared at Cain.
Not even a second, and Dean lunges at Cain. The Hell Knight grabbed both hands. Both were struggling as the Mark sang to both of them. Both are trapped in a stalemate.
"What is it, Dean? Do you think if you hold back just enough, you won't succumb?" Cain taunted. "That you'll leave this fight the same as you entered?!"
Cain threw Dean to the ground.
"Look to my example, boy!" Cain yelled, walking over to him. "There is no resisting the Mark or the Blade. There is only remission and relapse!"
Cain raised his fist and punched Dean in the face. Afterward, he walks away. Dean coughs, feeling pain all over while the Mark burns his arm. He slowly got up onto his feet, clenching the Blade tightly.
"You told me that this day would come." Dean managed to say. "You told me that I would have to kill you."
"Is that so?" Cain replied.
The Hell Knight held out his hand and flung Dean across the barn and into the window. Dean groans, landing into bags of grain. He got up, clenching his side as he heard Cain speak. As he stood, he realized he had dropped the Blade.
"I'm afraid you've misunderstood my intentions here, Dean. When your pet angel found my burial site, I thought about ending him and swatting him like a fly. But then I thought about you. Your biggest weakness, the thing I noticed the moment I met you, your courage, your reckless bravado."
Dean stumbled back in, seeing the First Blade on the painted line of the Devil's Trap.
Cain continued his speech, "I let him go, knowing that he would report back to you, knowing you would bring into battle the one thing that can kill me, the one thing I truly want."
They both stared at the Blade. Dean dives forward as Cain holds out his hand, and the First Blade slides along the ground toward the demon. Cain catches it with his boot and picks it up. Red tendrils run up his wrist as he holds the Blade up.
"Oh, it's been too long," Cain inhales sharply. "That old feeling makes me wonder how I ever had the strength to resist."
Dean runs in to attack, but Cain grabs him by the throat.
"This may be hard to believe in light of what I'm about to do to you, but I care about you, Dean. I truly do. But I know I'm doing you a favor. I'm saving you." Cain murmured.
Dean scratched at the demon's arm, choking out, "Saving me from what?"
"From your fate," Cain replied, tossing Dean across the room.
Dean bangs his head, unable to move from the shock. Cain made his way over, standing above the hunter.
"Has it never occurred to you?" Cain asked, giving a kick in the hunter's back. "Have you never mused upon the fact that you're living my life in reverse? My story began when I killed my brother, and that's where your story inevitably will end."
Dean glared at him as he tried to get up, "No. Never."
Cain stomped on Dean's chest, "It's called the Mark of Cain for a reason. First ... first, you'd kill Crowley. There'd be some strange, mixed feelings, but you'd have your reason. You'd get it done, no remorse." Cain started walking around Dean. "And then you'd kill the angel, Castiel. Now, that one... that I suspect would hurt something awful. And then!"
Cain jumped in, pinning Dean to the ground, kneeling over him, and holding the Blade across his throat. Dean gasped as he stared at Cain, noticing the bowie knife tucked under the Hell Knight's coat. He needed to grab it before it was too late.
"Then would come the murder you'd never survive, the one that would finally turn you into as much of a savage as it did me," Cain murmured.
"No," Dean whispered in defiance.
Cain glared at him, "Your brother, Sam. The only thing standing between you and that destiny is this Blade. You're welcome, my son."
Cain raised his hand to plunge the First Blade into Dean's chest. However, Dean quickly grabbed the bowie knife from the demon's belt and thrashed forward, cutting off Cain's hand at the wrist. The appendage fell, dropping the First Blade as blood spurted out. Cain gasped in shock, cradling his wrist.
Quickly Dean scurried away, taking hold of the First Blade, feeling both Mark and Blade reconnect again. The hunter watched as Cain got to his knees, staring at Dean in pain. Despite being a Hell Knight, a demon, he was trapped in his own body. Feeling the agony as any human.
"What's the matter?" Cain panted, accepting defeat.
Dean's eyes water, realizing what he has to do. Realizing he has to kill Cain with repercussions. There was a slither of hope Cain could tell him how to defeat the Mark. How to control it. But most of all, he did not want to make Vivian an orphan. The Cambion lost her mother after being a day old. Now she was about to lose her father.
All because of me, Dean thought.
He ruined their lives. All because he wanted to kill Abaddon.
"Tell me I don't have to do this." Dean pleaded. "Tell me that you'll stop. Tell me that you can stop!"
Cain stared at him with hollow eyes, "I will never stop."
Dean walked behind Cain as the Hell Knight lowered his head. Dean stared at a man who sacrificed his own soul to save his brother. A man who fought in a war he never wanted to be part of. A man who was cursed. A man who found love only to lose her. A man who raised his daughter, protecting her with everything he had. A man who lost his way.
A broken warrior.
Now it was time to lay Cain to rest.
Taking a deep breath, Dean raised the First Blade and stabbed the Hell Knight in the heart…ending his suffering.
.o0o.
Vivian's POV
A roar of thunder bellowed through the sky as lightning flashed. My heart tightens, as I sensed my father was no more. A sob escaped, while my eyes watered. The men stared at me, not sure what to say. It had to be done.
Footsteps could be heard as Dean came down as the victor. Yet there was no pride in this death. Only guilt and sorrow. As our eyes met. I can only nod, for I can never blame Dean for what has transpired. This was not his fault.
"Dean?" Sam called out, walking to his brother.
Dean reached the bottom step panting. He was bruised with cuts over his face and blood lingering on his lips. The First Blade is still in hand along with a bowie knife. Both are coated in blood.
Crowley had the courage to step forward, "Dean, the Blade."
Dean stared at the First Blade, walking towards Crowley only to hand it to Castiel. Crowley's eyes widened from this betrayal. Yet I was relieved that the First Blade was in good hands. Dean stared at Crowley with an expression that was hard to explain.
"You lied to me," Crowley accused.
"It's not the first time today," Dean murmured. "Cain's list ... you weren't on it."
All eyes were on Crowley. The King of Hell glared at him before vanishing in a blink of an eye.
Dean sighed in relief as he dropped the bowie knife. He was about to fall, yet Sam rushed in, catching his brother in an embrace.
"Hey, hey, hey. You did it. Dean, you did it." Sam murmured.
However, Dean stared at me over his brother's shoulder with devastation.
I looked away and turned to Castiel. "Hide the First Blade."
Castiel nodded.
"Hide it that even I can't find," I warned him.
Castiel nodded again as he disappeared as well.
I stared at the Winchesters for a moment before going upstairs.
"Vivian," Dean called out.
I stopped turning around to face him.
"Don't."
I stared at him, "I need to lay him to rest."
"Let us help you," Sam offered.
I shook my head. "Enough has been done."
With that said, I went upstairs and into the room. Cain's body lay on the ground as a pool of blood formed. My eyes watered as I rushed over, kneeling down and sobbing into my father's chest.
The tears fell as I wailed.
My family is gone now.
Wow, this is the longest chapter in the series. This was hard, as even I cried writing it.
What episodes would you like to see Vivian in? I love your suggestions.
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