EMPTY · DEAN WINCHESTER [1]

First Born - Part III

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Dean and Crowley were sitting in the middle of Cain's living room, Dean soon breaking the silence "Why dont you just zap out of here?" "I'd never leave my domestic partner in crime." Dean let out a chuckle, turning his head "yeah, like your heart grew three sizes." He slowly stood, walking around the back of the couch "You can't zap out of here can you?"

"Cain's doing something to me" Crowley sighed, eatching as Dean peered into the next room.

"Well, its not your day for getaways, is it?" Dean stepped around, glancing into the kitchen "Alright, so, tell me about this Cain."

"Well, after Cain killed Abel, he became a demon." Crowley's words made Dean step away from the window, turning his head towards hi. "what do you mean 'became a demon'?"

"I mean he became the deadliest demon to walk the face of the earth. Killed thousands. The best at being the worst. And then he just.... Disappeared. Everyone thought he was dead or, at least, hoped he was." Dean listened to him talk, kneeling down and staring a glass cage of bees.

The two men's attention was grabbed as Cain's voice echoed in the room "Do either,of you keep bees? Its very relaxing?" Cain stepped in calmly, holding a tray with cups and a teapot on top. "They're such noble creatures. And the honey?" He set the tray down on the coffee table as Dean stepped around towards the couch "Well, I keep it right on the comb." Cain sat down on the recliner opposite of Crowley before handing him a cup "There you are." Crowley took hold of the cup, unable to keep it from rattling. "They're dying you know. Without bees, mankind will cease to exist." He handed Dean a cup as well and the hubter hesitantly took a seat "So, what are the king of hell and a Winchester doing at my house?" Cain asked, glancing between the two men.

"You know who we are? Dean asked curiously.

"I'm retired. I'm not dead." Cain responded "What I don't know is why you're looking for me. More importantly, how you found me." He spoke, leaning back in his chair comfortably.

"Ah, that's, uh, a funny story, really." Crowley was the first to speak, his voice trembling. "Bit of a misunderstanding. We really should-"

"Shhhh." He was cut off by Cain, Crowley's voice literally leaving him. Deans eyes widened as he looked up at him "Oh, you gotta teach me how to do that."

"Why are you here, Dean?" Cain asked, his patience growing thin. Dean set his cup down, licking his lips "We're looking for the weapon the archangel used to kill the knights of hell. The first blade. We need it to kill a knight of hell.... Abaddon." Dean's eyes shifted towards Cain's hand as his fingers messed with the silver ring on his ring finger.

"Look I get it, you're retired. We're not here to get between you and the demonic AARP, but its bad out there, and I'm just looking to even the odds."

"One last time... How did you find me?"

"We didn't. The location spell was for the blade. One-time deal." Dean answered.

"Anyone else know you're here?"

"No."

"Well, its been a pleasure having company" Cain stood up in a hurry "but once a century is enough for me.you can let yourselves out." He turned to walk away before Dean spoke "Hey, listen pal. We're not leaving here without the blade." Dean growled, standing to follow the man.

"You have quite a reputation Dean." Cain turned to face the hunter "I see the part about you being brave rings true."

"Well, what can I say? I'm an all-in kinda guy. Abaddon is the last knight of hell, and if you're out of the game, what the hell do you care if she dies?"