Murder Mayhem

Chapter 1

The blood runs down his gloved hand as he plunges the blade into her stomach. Her mouth makes an o as she realizes what happened. He twists the blade and she goes to scream. His hand muffles the sounds. He rips out the knife and slits her throat, silencing her forever.

Dean Winchester stretches from his spot at the table in the middle of the diner. The memory of his previous night rolls through his head.

He desperately wants to go out now, blade in hand, but he can't. He can't go around murdering just anyone, it has to be the right person. Besides, Sam would get suspicious if he missed out on lunch, which Sam is very late to.

Finally the giant of a man bustles in looking haggard.

"Hey a Sammy!" Dean exclaims to his younger brother. Sam sits across from him with a grunt.

"Hey Dean," he sighs. The waitress comes up and takes their orders. Sam orders a salad and Dean a bacon cheeseburger, and both order black coffee.

"How's the case going?" Dean inquires.

"Terrible, we found another body and we're no where near finding a suspect." Sam rubs his face. Sam happens to be in the FBI and he's working the case of Cain.

Cain has been killing for nearly five years. His kills are completely random and he strikes at any time. The only similarity of the murders are the fact that the killer stabs their abdomen, twists the knife, and slits the throat, and at every crime scene there is a weird symbol somewhere on or around the victim. There may be other injuries, depending on how much the victim fought back. Little does Sam know, that it's his own big brother committing all of these murders.

Even now Dean is scoping for the next victim.

"That sucks Sam, though I'm sure you'll get a lead." Dean pats his arm.

"It also would be easier if I had you by my side." Sam adds. Dean wanted to be an FBI agent, but once he started the path he realised he liked it on the other side better. Their food comes and they start eating.

Sam continued on and became the best agent they have. Especially since his girlfriend was killed by the same murderer he's chasing now.

Honestly it wasn't supposed to happen. Dean loved how happy Jessica made Sam, but she was super sharp and she caught him out one night. He had to do it, she would have told and everything would have ruined every thing. He was only a month in on his spree and he didn't want it to end.

"You know I don't want to do that anymore, I like working on cars." Dean rolls his eyes.

"But you were so good! I bet you would have already caught this bastard." Sam mutters. His phone buzzes and he checks it. "Damn, I gotta go. See you later Dean. Sam stands and leaves. Just as Sam is leaving a man walks in.
He catches Dean's eyes. He has beautiful blue eyes and ebony hair. He has on a white button up shirt a black overcoat and a tan trench coat.

Something in Dean's heart twangs, it seems something like longing. Dean growls inwardly. He doesn't like feelings. After a split decision Dean decides this is his next victim. It's highly unlike his other victims.

The man catches sight of him and turns away quickly, his cheeks going red. Dean continually glances at the man, not on purpose, his eyes just keep finding their way back to the man's face.

He is very attractive, that's for sure. Though he seems disgruntled about something. All Dean can think about is how great his blade will feel slicing into his perfect tanned skin.

He doesn't realize he was staring until the man approaches him.

Oh shit, keep it cool, Dean thinks to himself as the man gets closer.

"Hello," He greets Dean. His voice is deep and smooth. "I couldn't help but notice you staring." He blushes.

"Sorry 'bout that. My mind was wandering." Dean says gruffly.

"No, it's fine," He smiles shyly. "I'm Castiel Novak," he offers his hand.

"Dean Winchester," Dean takes his hand and shakes it once.

"As in Sam Winchester's brother?" Castiel asks.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Dean glances at him warily.

"Oh, I've been studying the Cain case. I used to want to study the mind of criminals. But this case really fascinates me. Nearly five years and still no clue. And no trying to get recognition. That's what most criminals want, is recognition for their work. But no, not a single shred of evidence." Castiel has an odd gleam in his eyes.

"Maybe he only kills because he sees the world as too full of idiots and no good people or just people that make him angry. He wants it to be rid of them. He doesn't want recognition, just a better world." Dean counters.

"But, then shouldn't he realize the world would be better without him? Seems to me he killed many innocent people." Castiel points out. "But then again he may be crazy and not realize what he's doing is wrong," Castiel ponders.

"He sees it as doing the world, and himself, a service." Dean crosses his arms. This man is beginning to anger him. Though he does like to see this opinion.

"I'm sorry you probably get a lot of talk about this from your brother." Castiel apologizes, sensing Dean's aggravation.

"No, I would like to here more of what you have to say. How about over dinner tonight?" Dean scribbles something onto the napkin. "Here's my number, call me." Dean stands and leaves. What he just did may have been stupid, but something about this man pulls Dean's attention and it isn't leaving.

The symbol left at each scene is the Mark of Cain