Daughter of Cain

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Chapter 20: Mourning

Vivian's POV

I was back to where it all began. In Jasper Springs, Mississippi. Back on Mullen Property. Cain kept the deed to the property even after the Civil War. Over the century, many organizations and the government tried to take the property, except Cain never allowed it. As deeds secured it, between Cain and I. There was barely anything since the Civil War, merely an unkempt abandoned brick house, a field, and a forest.

Despite being in the south, Cain never participated in the Civil War or political affairs. He and Colette disapproved of slavery. I remember Cain mentioning Colette would hide slaves on the run in the barn and tended to their needs and injuries. With Cain having an intimidating demeanor, none of the plantation owners dare set foot on the grounds.

Stories like these made me smile.

But that is what they are.

Stories from the past.

In a forgotten time that could have been something.

I placed Cain in a basic coffin, fulfilling his dying wish if Death were to ever come. Cain wanted his remains to be buried with Colette. Even though their souls will never be together, their bodies will lay side by side. I ensured all the runes and sigils were set, so no one would dare disturb their eternal slumber.

My mind went numb as I dug up the soil and placed Cain into the earth. I put the dirt back and secured a tombstone that matched Colette's. Only on the tombstone did it read:

Cain Mullen

Loving Husband and Father

AC – 2015

After creation to 2015, that is how long Cain had lived. A demon in his actual vessel. Never had he possessed another's body. Or at least that is what he told me. That is how old he is. Nearly as old as creation.

I sighed, waving my hand and altering reality to grow flowers around both graves and clean my mother's tombstone. Even though I never got a chance to be raised by her, her photo and trinkets are all I had of her. I am honored that she named me, and my middle name was hers. If only Abaddon hadn't taken her away from us.

What would our life have been like? Most likely difficult in the early years of raising a Cambion. And when the time comes, Cain would have given her a vial from his collection of the fountain of youth, making her immortal. How we would travel around the world as a happy family. Maybe having more siblings.

Instead, I was alone.

An only child who had to bury both her parents.

Yes, ten percent of the world's population is related to me. Then again, the world's population is related to me. Therefore, blood means nothing. But I have no one close to me. No family. Tears fell as I sobbed, hugging myself as I sat there.

I was alone in the world.

My grandparents were dead.

Adam died long ago to obey God's command.

Eve, mother to all man and beast, lost her way and was killed by the Winchesters.

Abel was killed by Cain to save his soul from Lucifer.

My aunts and uncle died long ago, leaving their bloodline that populated the earth.

Colette was possessed by Abaddon and stabbed by Cain with the First Blade.

Cain lost his way and was killed by Dean Winchester.

As for the Mullen family, Colette was an only child. Therefore, my grandparents were dead.

Thus, I was alone.

I cried even more.

All my friends and family were dead.

I sat there for days staring at my parents' tombs.

Time seemed to vanish when someone approached me. No one should be here since it was private property. I glanced over my shoulder to see it was Castiel. I sighed, facing the grave again. Castiel came over as he stood there. He didn't say a word as I mourned.

Hours passed when he finally said, "I'm sorry for your loss."

I only nodded.

Another hour passes.

"Castiel…where do demon souls go when they die?" I asked.

Castiel paused, not sure how to answer it.

"I know when a soul has been to hell, they can never go to heaven."

"That is correct," he confirmed.

"So where do demon souls go when they die?" I asked again.

Castiel remained silent.

I sighed. Not even angels know what happens. When a human dies, their soul either goes to Heaven or Hell. In Heaven, they live in a good memory for all eternity. If a human has sold their soul or Death deemed the soul not worthy of Heaven, they are sent to Hell to be tortured for all eternity or until becoming a demon. If a human is turned into a monster, they go to purgatory. And if the monster dies there, then they are reborn. I snorted, imagining Cain in purgatory, hunting around to his heart's content.

"How did you find me?" I asked.

"Sam activated the tracker on your phone," Castiel answered.

I sighed, pulling my phone out.

"How is Dean?" I asked.

Castiel remained quiet for a moment, then said, "He's in trouble."

I got up to look at him, "How bad?"

"He's hiding it, but we can tell…."

I nodded.

"Sam knows you are mourning for Cain and need time alone, but they…we need you. Dean needs you." He explained.

I crossed my arms, "I don't think that's wise."

"Vivian, Dean- "

"I know Dean had no choice," I interrupted. "Cain pushed him to his limit. My father relapsed, and a tenth of the population would have been murdered. But…. what can I do?"

"You mentioned that you had Cain write journals." He reminded me.

"I've been to the cabin; Cain burned the journals," I informed.

After collecting Cain's body, I teleported to Alaska to find the journals. I had hoped to find the journals, drop them off at the Bunker, and disappear. Except, I found the firepit with ashes of paper and leather. All the things Cain wrote about his life, memoirs, and experiences with the Mark were gone. Lost in time. Only three journals remained, and it was his time with Colette to raising me. I hadn't had a chance to read them. For I didn't want to read them.

Castiel heaved a heavy sigh.

"Is that all?" I asked.

"No," he answered. "Sam and Dean have offered you a place to stay."

"What?" I gasped in utter disbelief.

"They offer you a place to stay," Castiel repeated.

I was utterly shocked that the Winchesters would offer me a place. After all the things Cain has done. I thought about it as I stared at Cain's gravestone. The Mark of Cain needs to be settled now before things get worse. I stared at Castiel and nodded.

The Angel sighed in relief as he led the way to his car. Once reaching the Lincoln, I turned around to stare at the property. A place that could have been my home if Colette had survived. Now it was a graveyard of broken dreams.

Shaking my head, I got in the passenger side and buckled up. Castiel started driving, heading back to Lebanon, Kansas. We didn't really talk. Then again, Castiel isn't fond of me. He basically tolerates me for the Winchesters' sake.

I was exhausted as I leaned the seat back, "Wake me up when you need to rest."

"That won't be necessary," he assured.

"Your vessel would think differently," I said, closing my eyes.

Castiel only grunted in response.

I drifted off to sleep, lost in a memory of the dark void.

.o0o.

I walked through the dark abyss, trying to find a way out. I had woken up in utter dismay, realizing what had transpired. That Cain stabbed me in the chest, and I was stuck in the empty void. I tried to find a way out…until I sensed I was being followed. I turned to see the humanoid shape covered in a black viscous liquid. I stepped back with caution. It tilted its head before moving a hand over its faceless form, creating a smile with its finger.

"What are you?" I whispered.

The smile turned into a smirk before the black liquid molted around to create a new form. The form of Abaddon. My eyes widened; I went for the attack when Abaddon teleported to be right behind me.

"Hello," Abaddon greeted.

"Abaddon," I growled.

Abaddon tilted her head with a pout, "Is that the name of this form? I'm not Abaddon."

"Then who are you," I demanded.

"Oh, I'm just your friendly neighborhood cosmic entity," it said cheerfully.

"Why do you look like Abaddon?" I asked.

The Entity adjusted its leather jacket, "Oh, yes. Yes, yes. Well, I show up in my real form, and you freak out, rip out your own eyes, et cetera. That would be embarrassing, wouldn't it, for both of us?"

I was confused, "That black form a moment ago."

"Oh, me merely transforming," It explained.

I nodded cautiously, "Where am I?"

The Entity tossed its red hair, "Oh, yes. Excellent question. You see, before God and Amara, creation, destruction, Heaven, Hell, your precious little earth, what was there?"

I paused, trying to remember all the biblical lessons, "Nothing."

The Entity nodded with a smile, "Yes. That's right. Nothing. Nothing but Empty. And you are soaking in it. Angels and demons, they all come here when they die."

"But I am not an angel or a demon," I informed.

"No, but there is some demon in you." The Entity said. "Let me guess, Cambion. Since Nephilim are part angel."

The Entity walked over to me. "Although you're not dead."

I sighed in relief.

The Entity shook its head, "No. More like in a deep sleep."

I was confused by everything.

"All who die are sleeping an endless peaceful sleep." It explained. "You know, I . . . I was sleeping, too. Hey, uh, since we're pals, there's something I've gotta know. I've just gotta ask. Hmm. Why are you here? 'Cause fun fact – in all of forever, only the dead can be here and never wake up. I mean, ever. Ever. A second fun fact – when you woke up, I woke up, and I don't like being awake." It started to get aggressive. "So… what's up, missy? How are you here?"

"I…I…my father stabbed me with a relic," I tried to explain, pointing to the mark on my chest. "It put me in this death-like-sleep."

The Entity stared at the Mark, then tilted its head with a scowl on Abaddon's face. "I'm the only one that has any pull here. Not Heaven, not Hell, not G-O-D himself, or his sister."

"Can you help me wake up then?" I asked. "That way, I can help my friends, and you can go back to sleep."

The Entity crossed its arms, contemplating about it.

I was still on guard since this was a powerful being in this void.

The Entity gave a shrug, "Okay, fine. I'll help."

Suddenly its hand was over my chest on the rune. A surge of pain coursed through my body. I cried out, bending forward, yet the black nails dug into my chest. Its energy surged through my body, trying to fight off the curse that put me in this nightmare.

Time seemed to vanish, and I don't know if it has been minutes, hours, or days. The Entity removed its hand, causing me to collapse on the ground. I panted, placing a hand over my chest to cover the wound.

"What…the…hell," I panted.

The Entity rubbed its chin contemplating, "I tried to remove the curse. Though, I read your mind, such as it is. Unfortunately, the curse that brought you here is an object that can't be reached from here. Until it is removed, you're stuck here."

I cursed under my breath. I need to get back to earth. I need to stop Cain and help Dean. The Winchesters need to know that Cain has relapsed.

"What now?" I sighed.

"Now, I want you to shut up." It said, with irritation. "I want – Hmm. Having you awake, it's like a gnat flew right up here," It tapped its temple. "And it's trapped and it's buzzing."

"Apologies, I didn't mean to disturb you," I said, knowing I was nothing against this being.

"If you can't sleep, I can't sleep. Yeah?" the Entity agreed. "And I like sleep. I need sleep."

"Then send me back to Earth," I suggested.

"Or I can put you to sleep. You look like you need some sleep," It suggested.

"Except I'm not dead," I reminded.

"True," the Entity grumbled. "Besides, you don't want to go back. Consider this a vacation."

"My friends need me," I argued.

"What friends? Last I check, the Winchesters are not your friends. And everyone you knew has either forgotten you or died." The Entity reminded.

"I need to stop my father from killing people," I added.

"Oh, save it," The Entity taunted, then knelt to my level. "I have tiptoed through all your little tulips. Your memories, your little feelings, yes. I know what you hate. I know who you love, what you fear. There is nothing for you back there."

I shook my head, "I have to make things right."

The Entity combed my hair, "How about I put you in a sweet dream. A life you could have had. A life with your mommy and daddy. All the years and what ifs. Maybe add a sweet gentleman, a family of your own."

The voice of Abaddon started lulling me as I felt exhaustion take over.

"Let's just try and sleep," the Entity murmured, still combing my hair. "Hmm? Think about it. A life you always wanted, yes? No regrets. No pain. No betrayal."

I blinked a few times to fight off the sleep.

The Entity patted my shoulder, "Missy, just relax."

I shook my head as I sat up, "Not while Cain is murdering people."

Suddenly the Entity kicked me in the chest. I groaned, falling on my back. As the face of Abaddon glared down at me with rage. Then It had an idea.

"I can put that hunter in your dreams." The Entity offered. "The one you had sex with. You like him. I know you like him."

I scowled at the Entity.

"Look, your body is under a curse. You're basically Sleeping Beauty. So I'll put you in a dream, and you will be back in your world when Prince Charming comes to wake you. And I get my eternal slumber." The Entity murmured.

I panted, trying to fight the sleep, "You're not lying to me."

The Entity gave a reassuring smile, "I don't lie. Empty threats, yes, but I don't lie. I keep to my word."

"And I will wake," I reminded.

"When the curse is removed, yes," the Entity assured.

I panted, debating on it.

The Entity came over, taking my hand, "We can lay down together. You won't be alone."

I stared at the Entity that wore the face of Abaddon. I was about to give my answer when a strong presence could be felt behind me. The Entity scowled, seeing who it was.

"Enough, I'll handle this," Said a deep voice.

.o0o.

Someone shook my shoulder, causing me to wake up. It startled me that I almost attacked the person but stopped to see it was Castiel. He stared at me with caution. I panted, looking around to see we were back at the Bunker. I finally remember what happened when I was cursed. Or partially cursed, encountering a Cosmic Entity. Yet the voice…

"Vivian," Castiel spoke.

"How long have I been out?" I asked.

"The entire trip," Castiel answered.

I frowned, "You should have woken me. I could have driven some."

Castiel merely nodded, exhausted as well. I frown, noticing this. The borrowed grace he has left is burning away. He needs to be careful in what he has, or he is back to being human. Unless he gets his original grace back. We got out of the car and made our way inside the Bunker.

My thoughts linger back to the deep. A place called the Empty, where angels and demons resign after Death. There was no heaven or Hell for angels and demons. A place where they are not tortured or in a memory. Only an eternal sleep. Guarded by the Entity. Therefore, that is where Cain is at. Not in Heaven with Colette. Instead, his soul was in the Empty in an eternal slumber.

With the Entity and someone else.

We entered the Bunker. It was quiet as we went down the stairs and into the Crow's Nest to find the Winchesters.

Dean raised his head, still over in bruises from the fight, "Vivian."

He shot up and made his way over. Sam saw this as he got up and followed his brother to meet us in the Crow's nest. They stopped giving us space. Dean stared at me, guilt written on his face. No doubt feeling guilty for killing Cain.

"Hey…" I greeted.

The Winchesters paused, not sure what to say.

"Vivian…" Dean started but stopped.

"What happened to Cain?" Sam asked gently.

I took a deep breath, "He's laid to rest next to Colette."

The boys nodded.

The awkwardness engrossed the room.

"Castiel mentioned…. a place to stay," I mumbled.

Dean nodded while Sam spoke, "Yeah. We don't want you to be alone."

I nodded, "I appreciate that."

Dean cleared his throat, "I'll take you to your room."

I nodded once more as Dean led me to my room. It was the same room that I stayed at when visiting. A basket with sweets, drinks, women's hygiene products, towels, basic pajamas, and slippers was on the bed. I raised a brow and stared at Dean, wondering what this was.

"Well, we're prepared this time," Dean said. "Although, we weren't sure what you needed."

"Thank you," I murmured, picking up the chocolate bar. "I do have a sweet tooth."

"That is what Sam said," Dean agreed, rubbing his neck. "The Bunker is your place to stay."

I nodded and looked at him. He stared at me as well. Both of us sense our grief and pain. Although for different reasons, yet connected to Cain. I lost a father, and Dean lost a source of information. Then again, none of this would have happened if Abaddon hadn't returned.

I felt like Abaddon won even in death. She has taken my parents away from me despite all she has done. Meanwhile, her actions made Dean take drastic measures to reach a low of bearing the Mark of Cain. And that particular Mark has been manipulating us.

"I'm sorry," Dean apologized.

"I'm sorry too," I said, sitting on the bed. "It had to be done. Cain made his choice, and millions of people were in danger."

Dean sighed as he sat down next to me. I took his hand, which startled Dean, but he didn't pull back. I squeezed it tightly, holding onto him.

"I don't blame you," I murmured, then sighed. "I just wish it didn't have to be you."

"Yeah," Dean agreed sadly.

We didn't say any more words.

We simply sat there, providing some sort of comfort.

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