Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #17: Mark of Cain

Imagine: Dean has had the Mark of Cain for a while now, and has finally gone insane.

Age: 17

     You heard the bunker door slam before you saw him. Glancing up from where you were reading through a lore book on Cain and Abel, you saw Dean huff his way down the stairs with the same angry look he'd possessed for the past two weeks. Unfortunately, it didn't look like Sam was following behind him, which meant he was still out, and you were alone with your corrupted eldest brother for a few hours, instantly striking fear into your skin.

     "Hi, Dean." You said lightly as you watched him reach the bottom of the stairs. In his hand was a beer bottle that he emptied before tossing the glass into the trash can roughly.

     "Why are you here? Thought you were going with Sam." Dean said gruffly, collapsing into a chair and popping open another beer and taking a swig.

     "How many of those have you had?" You ignored his question, however wished you hadn't when his eyes snapped up to you in a rage.

      "Who are you, my mother? Don't try to baby me, you little brat." He took a long sip of his beer while staring at you, daring you to say something. You didn't know what it was, the dullness of his eyes, the words he chose to describe you, the lack of love that usually traced his voice when he spoke to you, something just made you crack.

     "Look, you may have that Mark on your arm, but you shouldn't let it change you, Dean. Now I know I'm no mother, but I still care about you, and Sam and I aren't going to sit here and work our asses off to save you just so you can throw it away and become something you're not. So stop scaring me with all this big man talk and just come back." You broke off and stared hard at him, trying to show your confidence, but fear ultimately struck you as you watched his eyes grow aflame with rage, and he stood up.

     He lunged for you and you were just quick enough for him to miss your nose as his fist connected instead with your shoulder, shoots of sparkling white-hot pain following.

     "Don't you dare take on that tone with me, bitch!" You fell to the floor and Dean gave you a sharp kick to the stomach, most likely breaking a rib or two.

     "Dean, stop it!" You yelled, a mixture of anger and fear in your voice as you scrambled backward away from him desperately, but another punch to the face sent your sprawling onto your back completely.

     "I'll show you fear." He looked down at you, and your heart seemed to freeze in place at the sight of the hatred that littered his burning eyes. But even more horrifying was the fact that they were no longer green.

     They were black.

     His hands encircled your throat and you were unable to do anything as he lifted you clear off your feet, leaving you dangling in the air as black spots decorated your vision.

     "Dean," you rasped, clawing at his large forearms as you swung your legs about vainly. He grip tightened around you and you gasped painfully. You could feel yourself beginning to slip away.

     "Dean, this isn't, this isn't you." His grip was unrelenting, "you can come back from this. Come back."

     "Dean," your voice was broken, and tears fell heavily down your cheeks as you begged, not for your life to be spared, but for Dean to be okay, "I need you. Please come back to me. You're, you're my big brother."

     His grip faltered and his eyes flashed. You had no fight left, and were ready to face death when suddenly he dropped you and air flooded your lungs with a cold, crisp freshness.

     "Stop." Dean spoke, but he didn't seem to be addressing anyone in particular.

     "You're name is Dean Winchester," you rasped, coughing roughly and almost throwing up a few times, "you're thirty-six years old. Your brother's name is Sam and your sister is me, Y/n."

     "Stop it!" Dean clutched at his head and shook it repeatedly, gritting his teeth. You forced yourself unsteadily to your feet, wobbling back and forth.

     "You drive a 67' Chevy Impala. You listen to rock music and your best friend, my best friend, our best friend is an angel."

     "Shut up!" Dean stumbled away from you, and you saw with a spark of hope that his eyes had begun to fight between black and green.

     The Mark on his arm began to glow brightly, and you knew you were close.

     "You are the world's best hunter, and have saved the world twice from an apocalypse," you were crying as you watched his eyes drift closer and closer to being permanently green, but they weren't there yet, "and Dean?"

      His gaze came up to meet yours and you smiled.

     "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

     The Mark of Cain began to glow brighter and brighter until neither Dean nor you could look at it before suddenly there was an explosion of piercing high-pitched whining.

      You squeezed your eyes shut and clamped your hands over your ears, waiting for the worst.

     And all was silent.

     You dared to peek open an eye and saw Dean standing alone before you, staring at the ground. The Mark that corrupted his skin was gone, and as his eyes came up to meet yours you saw with an overwhelming relief that they were their normal, beautiful green.

     "Y/n?" It was back. That love in his voice, it was back, and when you heard it, tears came to your eyes and a hand came up to cover your mouth.

     "Dean, is it really you?" You mumbled. He gave himself a once over and smiled.

     "Yeah, baby. It's me." You sprinted into his arms before he could finish his sentence, crashing into his chest while you cried.

     "Dean, you're back. Oh my God, you're back." You sobbed, clutching his shoulders while he held you tightly.

     "I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry." He repeated, crying into your shoulder and holding you tighter than he'd ever before.

     "Don't ever do that again, don't leave me again." You whimpered, burying your face in his neck.

     "I'm so sorry," he breathed, and the room went quiet as he held you and you cried.

     The door opened.

     "Hey guys, I'm back- what the hell is going on?"