Are We Meant to Be?

Chapter 45

~Miranda's POV~

"Sam." I started once he came back into the bedroom. "I expect you to explain what the heck just happened out there."

"I will, but first, you need to know that wasn't Dean's fault."

"How wasn't it? He nearly killed me on purpose."

"Let me explain. He has this thing called the mark of Cain. He got it from Cain himself. It's a weird raised up mark on his arm which can't be removed, and it's fueled by killing. Once it lights up, he has little to no control of what he does. He wants to stop and he fights it, but he can't always stop."

"So why did the mark light up?"

"The blade your mom had is called the first blade. It gives whoever has the mark a lot of power and they can kill a lot easier. I would have told you not to take it with you, but I didn't know you had it until after I came out to stop Dean."

"Why didn't you stop me from training with him? Why didn't you tell me about the mark? Why did you hide this from me?!" I shouted at him.

"I tried to stop you, but you still wanted to train. I didn't tell you about the mark because Dean didn't want me to, so there was only so much I could say to try to talk you out of it. I wanted to be there to make sure you were ok, but you said no. I stood at the edge of the forest just in case. That's the only reason I got there in time."

"You should have told me!"

"I know-" he started. I just rolled over onto my side and looked away from him. "Miranda. I'm sorry. I really am sorry." He said. He felt bad, but I just felt betrayed so I didn't respond. I felt him get up and I heard the door close.

~Sam's POV~

"Dean. You ok?" I asked. He was sitting at the table with his head in his hands and a beer sitting nearby.

"I nearly killed her, Sam. No I'm not ok." He said with an angry edge. "Can I just talk to her?"

"Let me ask her." I told him. I walked back to my room.

"Babe, can Dean come in and talk to you?"

"I guess." She said with fear present.

"I promise he can't and won't hurt you again." She nodded. I went back to the main room and told Dean.

~Miranda's POV~

I heard the door open again. It was Dean. Just the sight of him scared me. I curled up against the headboard.

"Hey. I'm not here to hurt you." He said as he came in with his hands up as if he was surrendering.

"I have a few questions Dean."

"Go ahead."

"Why didn't you tell me about this? Did you want to train me just so you could do that? Why didn't you stop me from bringing the first blade? Had you really just been waiting for the right moment to try to kill me? Is that all you've been wanting to do this whole time?" I ranted at him.

I didn't want the mark to light up. I wanted to help you train, but I didn't want the mark to kick in. I thought I could handle it. I never wanted to hurt you. I didn't stop you from bringing the first blade because I didn't know you had it until you showed me outside. I tried to talk you out of making me touch it, but it didn't work. I didn't want to try to kill you. I would never want to do that. The mark made me, and I fought it so hard. I never want to hurt you. How could you even think I'd want you dead?"

"Well apparently you didn't fight hard enough because you nearly killed me, Dean. Why didn't you tell me about the mark?" I asked angrily.

"I didn't tell you because I didn't want to make you scared of me. It's hard enough dealing with it. I didn't want to deal with you being scared of me, or hating me, or wanting me dead. And don't accuse me of not fighting hard enough. I fought as hard as humanly possible. I can only do so much."