Hell's Greatest Weapon

Chapter 33: The First Blade

ou didn't know where the energy came from or how your ability to control the pain suddenly appeared, but somehow you were holding your own with Cain.  It had been easily fifteen minutes of fighting, of your dodging his blows, one after another, until you hoped to be able to get the Blade from him; he was careful, though, always certain to hold the Blade regardless of the situation.

So as you stood in front of him, your breathing heavy and your hands holding tightly to the staff that you used to support your weight, you couldn't help but recognize the look on his face as he smiled at you, shook his head, tried to catch his own breath.

"I have to admit," he coughed out before standing straight.  "You're considerably stronger than I had anticipated."

"Tired, Cain?"

"Oh, no." He shook his head before getting lower, holding the Blade out in an offensive stance.  "I don't get tired."

Gragnis, you've got to hurry, I don't know how much longer only applying pressure to his cuts will work.  He's bleeding a lot.

"You're distracted." Cain noticed, which only brought your attention back to him.  "Always distracted by the Winchester.  That's the only reason it worked."

Don't listen to him.  Just kill.

"Putting the blade in my backpack, Cain?" A smile fell across the demon's face as you said this, and he only stood up straight, grimacing slightly while he crossed his cut-up arms over his chest. "Distracting me just long enough to let the Mark embed itself even further into Dean?  That mess with Charlie?  That's a whole lot of work, I'm impressed."

"All worth it just to see your face when he finally broke."

"He didn't break."

"What the hell do you call it then?" Cain's tone was loud, demanding, enough to make you jump.  "If that wasn't breaking, I don't know what is."

Gragnis, please hurry.

Just kill him.

"You shoved him over the edge, Cain." You took a step closer to the demon, your body fully flexed in anticipation of his attack.  "No amount of time with Lucifer would be enough to make me think anything else."

"So you do remember."

"I've been saying I did this entire time, haven't you been listening?"

Cain smiled and nodded, a faux movement that masked his intent to kill; only seconds after he began the pleasant motion Cain had swung his arm out toward you, the Blade only inches from your neck before you flinched away.  You turned your back to Cain and kicked your leg back and up, smiling when you felt your foot smash against Cain's chin.  When you turned to look at the demon to see that he was stumbling backward, you took your opportunity and swung the blade end of your staff at him, almost laughing when you felt it slice his left wrist.  The shock was enough to make Cain freeze for a split second, just long enough for you to kick a foot up at his right hand.

The blade fell and slid across the floor, landing just outside of the devil's trap.

Cain growled and looked at you before running at you, his right hand out in an attempt to grab you around the throat but you kicked a foot up once again, swiping his hand out of the way before you sent the blade of the staff directly into Cain's stomach.

He froze, eyes wide from the pain, and while you knew that he wasn't going to die from the impact it was enough to make him stop, to make him pause long enough for you to pull him closer to you and smile.