You are probably wondering why did I delete a story then post it again, well actually I wanted to rewrite it! Because I did sorta liked it but I felt like I didn't write Sam correctly or Dean in that matter. Some of the sentences are the same or I change it, I did extend this first chapter, so please enjoy it as much as you can (it may be bad because I suck at writing).
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DISCLAIMER- I don't own Supernatural or its Characters like Sam and Dean, what I do own is my phone that I wrote this on and the plot.
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SUMMARY- This is based in season 9 of supernatural, this is what happens after Dean held the Blade and killed Magnus with it. So this is Dean dealing with the Mark and Blade's side affects.
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-Chapter 1-
"Give me your hand, give me your hand!"
"Good… Next time, it'll be easier"
"You'll get used to the feelings, even welcome them"
Dean can still hear Magnus's voice in his head looping over and over again, get used to the feelings? Welcome them? His hands are gripping the wheel tighter until his knuckles are white and putting his foot more the foot pedal, he is pissed that those Demons keyed his car, Crowley taking the First Blade and telling him that he can have the Blade when they find Abaddon but he's more pissed that he can still feel the Blade around his hand and the calmness he felt, he wants to feel that again he felt powerful in that moment, he really can't wrap his head around it but he knows that killing Magnus felt…good? Did the Blade do that or was it the Mark? Or both? Dean hasn't even noticed that his fingers in his right hand begin to twitch.
"Dean"
Dean's too deep in thought to realise that Sam is calling him, Sam turns his head to look at Dean, observing Dean closely he knows something wrong when there's no music and Dean starts to make the Impala slowly increase in speed, Sam is sorta glad that Dean is in thought because Dean would call him out for staring. Sam starts at Dean's hands his knuckles are white, his fingers twitching every couple seconds. Sam moves to observe Dean's face, his eyes are unfocused, blurry and glistening in the moonlight, his jaw locked in place. Sam knows this look it means that something is bothering Dean.
"Dean?"
Sam says his name abit louder to get Dean's attention, it does work Dean snaps out of his thoughts and snaps his head towards Sam then turning back to the road.
"Um yea Sam what's wrong?"
"Do you want to stop at a motel or something? It's a days drive back to the bunker…."
Sam just says that with his puppy dog eyes even though Dean can't see him, and he knows if he asks Dean if something bothering him or if he's okay, Dean will get all defensive and avoid the question or say he's fine. In fact he does see a motel up the road and he is super tired, sleeping in the car is a bit uncomfortable but Sam is still worried about the Dean acted when he held the Blade, continuing his sentence.
"There is a motel up a head"
Sam lifts his right hand and points out the neon sign which is slowly getting closer, Dean looks at where Sam is pointing Dean thinks for a minute
'It's not a bad idea but we need to find Abaddon'
"Sure but your checking us in"
Dean turns to Sam with a big grin on his face, slowing down Dean starts to pull into the car park and tries to find a parking space, it's kinda full so it takes him a minute to find one, pulling in Dean turns off the car and takes out his keys, taking a quick glance at his watch it says 00:42 AM looking towards Sam he says
"I'll bring the bags in, you better hope the owner is up"
Grinning again while tapping his watch to show Sam what time it is, Sam just sighs in response and opening up the car door to get out. After a moment of Sam getting his moose body out of the car then walking towards the reception area, Dean drops his smile immediately, sighing he continues to wait in the car until Sam gets back to tell him the room number their in, while waiting he feels his right forearm being to twitch in pain.
Looking down at his right forearm and seeing the bottom of the Mark peeking out its pinkie reddish colour popping out of his normal skin, Dean's right hand starts to clench his trousers as the pain begins to agitate him now, whispers begin to full his ears, lifting his left arm he brings to hand to the Mark. Lifting a bit of his sleeve to reveal the rest of the Mark then he presses his thumb against the Mark trying to soothe the pain, feeling the outline of the Mark.
The whispers are starting to mumble, starting to sound like background noise, his mind begins to wonder again, getting the mark from Cain the feeling of it, Dean starts to push harder into in the Mark with is thumb, holding the blade and sinking in to Magnus head oh it felt soo good in a strange twisted way. Dean starts to replay those memories in his head not knowing that small little tremors are making his right hand shake even though his hand has a death grip on his trousers.
A small knock makes Dean jump, looking at his window he can see Sam leaning down dangling a pair of keys and smiling, probably from scaring him, Dean sees Sam lifting himself up and starts to walk towards their room, Dean pulls down is sleeve to cover the Mark fully and letting go of his grip on his trousers, lifting his heavy body out of the Impala, then going to the trunk. Opening it then grabbing their duffel bags. Dean walks to the room that Sam just open.
Closing the door behind him and throwing the duffels on the floor, he sits on the closest bed to the door taking his shoes off, Sam grabs his duffel opening it and starts searching through it.
"Right I am going to get a shower, do you want one after me?"
Sam says while grabbing semi-clean clothes, turning around to look at Dean for a response, the instead he sees Dean is laying stomach down, still in his clothes with one arm underneath his pillow and readjusting his head probably to get comfortable.
"Nah I'll get one….morning…gonna sleep"
Dean says while shoving his head into his pillow making his words mumble, Sam can't help but smile at Dean's response, even after what has just happened Dean is still and always be himself but still he can't trust him not yet, going towards the bathroom, he throws his clothes on the toilet lid and turns to lock the door behind him.
1 hour later
Dean starts to see Magnus cutting in to Sam, making comments while using a small blade to cut into his skin, saying whatever crap, to be honest he didn't really care. Dean going behind Magnus with the blade in hand, making his hand shake very badly fighting against the Blade's side affects, the Mark glowing with black veins flowing up his arm, then Dean puts his other hand on Magnus shoulder then with a quick motion Dean lifts the Blade slicing Magnus head off completely, Dean wants to do more than cut his head off, he wants to cut off all Magnus limbs then rip his heart out maybe use the torture methods that Alastair taught him a long time ago…
Dean wakes, jolting himself upward, his shirt soaking wet and him panting, looking around in the darkness he takes a moment to realise that he is in the motel room. He turns to his side to look at the other bed, and as he hoped Sam is sleeping in it on his stomach, his lanky arms dangling off the bed, and snoring peacefully. Dean moves his eyes to his bedside table reading the clock, it reads 1:48 AM in big red flashy letters, sitting himself up and putting his hands on his eyes, rubbing the sleep out them.
'Shit..well 1 hour is enough, better than none'
Taking his hands away from his face he starts to move himself to the side of the bed, lifting himself off. his body feels so heavy except for the agitated itch in his right forearm, looking around in the dark for his duffel bag to change his shirt which is drenched, finally spotting it and walking a few steps to go to it, picking it up then putting it on the bottom of his bed, going around his bed he turns on the lamp, Dean let's his eyes readjust from the light after a second of closing his eyes lifts.
Going back to the bottom of his bed, he starts zipping open his duffel as quickly and quietly as possible he does lift his head a couple times to check if Sam is still sleeping, which he is still. A minute later he finds a semi-clean black short sleeve shirt, putting it aside he starts to take of his jacket, then his under shirt, and his soaking wet shirt. Before grabbing the new shirt he gets a glance at the Mark, his eyes lock on to it like in a trance, the Mark looks angry Dean can't tell if the Mark has got redder or it's just the lighting in the room, what feels like forever Dean snaps out the trance and grabs the shirt and puts it on his arms start to crack while doing so.
'Since am up, I should look for the ginger'
Looking behind him he sees Sam's duffel bag on the table, since he didn't bring his laptop he can just borrows Sam's he won't mind since he's sleeping right now. Going towards the table and peeking into it, he sees the laptop corner sticking out.
'Yahtzee'
Pulling out Sam's laptop and putting it on the table quietly, then pulling out the chair from under the table, plopping himself in the chair and opening the laptop. When doing so he gets an other glimpse on the Mark again, he hates looking at it, it just reminds him how he got it, putting his other hand on the Mark using his thumb to outline it in a circle motion. Ever since he woke up from that weird nightmare, the Mark has been growing in pain it's now at the point where he can hear his own heart beat. Snapping out of his trance yet again, he starts typing in the password then going on the news or the internet to see if Abaddon anywhere killing or something, his mind also starts to wander.
'I wonder if Sam saw what I was doing when he knocked on the window of Baby, I hope he didn't see anything..'
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Finished that Chapter!! I hope yous all enjoyed it, I do hope that I didn't repeat that many words, there will be new chapters coming, it might take longer since I want to write long chapters and I am working on the other story as well. I hope this didn't suck because I suck in my opinion!