Sweet Child Of Mine

8

YOUR POV

The drive to Casper as long and annoying. It was just you, Dean and Ketch. Ketch was the worst passenger but you and Dean were glad that he sat in the back and had his own set of headphones. He was only annoying when he wasn't using them talking about a book hew was listening or a podcast he came across and listened to. Only then did you or Dean turn the music up to drown him out. You guys stopped at a motel for a night and got a separate room from Ketch. You sat close to Dean on the bed while you guys watch some weird doctor show. "What if this man doesn't know he had a kid, well, kids?" You ask out of the blue that night. "It doesn't matter," Dean said stroking your hair. "We just need him to see if he will take the Mark. From what some of the angels told us, He has the same blood as you and Ketch." You sighed and got up and walked to the mini fridge. You opened it and looked at the mini bar and closed it. "What if he doesn't take the mark?" Dean was behind you in seconds and had his arm around you. This was the closest to alone time you had all day. "Well, you can't force him. Unless, if you want to force him into it, I can kidnap him and do it myself."  You smiled and pushed Dean playfully. Dean came back up and picked you up and slung you over his shoulder. "Stop," you couldn't help but laugh. "You'll have to beg me to stop." Dean said tossing you on the bed while taking his shirt off. Before anything else could happen, there was a knock on the door. You sighed and groaned. "No," you yelled towards the door. "We are busy in here." Again, another knock. "I might need to insist." Ketchs voice made both you and Dean eye roll. Dean got up and threw his clothes on while you tossed on of Deans flannels on. Dean opened the door and in walked Ketch. He looked like he ran a marathon and was out of breath. "Dude, wheres the fire?" Ketch looked around and saw you sitting with your arms crossed. You didn't have time to button up. "Whats the deal, Ketch?" You take a deep breath and watch as Dean gets a beer. "I found his house." Ketch said. "It's very hidden. In one of the parks near Yellowstone." Your heart skipped a beat and you almost dropped your arms. "You what? Did you see him?" Ketch shook his head. "No, But I know it's him because he has protection symbols around the place. No demon or angel can get by that. There are also some very clever booby traps set around too if something else supernatural gets through. I wasn't going to risk getting any closer." You took a deep breath. "Good, We will go check it out in the morning. Now, can we please get back to what we were doing before you so rudely interrupted?" Ketch nodded and began to walk out. "Just keep it down. You guys are bit loud." Dean closed the door and locked it once Ketch left. "So," You said dropping the flannel shirt off your shoulders to the ground. "Should we be extra loud?" Dean bit his bottom lip and took in the sight he was seeing. "You just read my mind."

The next day you guys drove out to where Ketch said that we was for certain that your birth father was at. The whole drive you were so nervous. Not only were you going to meet the man who had a part in creating you and Ketch but you guys were going to ask him something very difficult. Dean must have noticed your leg bouncing up and down. He slide a hand over and squeezed your leg. "It's going to be fine," He said with a small smile. You believed him. No matter what happened you everything was going to be fine. That was until you guys parked where the property line began and saw the last angel you'd ever wanted to see. Dean cocked his gun and looked at you "Stay here," but dean should have known better to tell you stay put. You followed Dean out and you saw him roll his eyes. "For once can you stay in the car when I ask?" he hissed towards you. "Nope," You began to walk towards the angel with an angel blade in your hands. "What do you want Michael?" You asked. "Another round? Well i'm right here baby." Dean grabbed your arm and pulled you back. Ketch who followed stood in front of you. "What do you want Michael?" Dean repeated your question. "And before you ask, You can't have her." Michael crossed his arms. "I'm not here to take or kill anyone. I'm here to tell you that what you're about to walk into isn't what you guys are hoping for." You tensed up an the hand that Dean had resting on your free hand squeezed it. "I don't believe you," You said. "And why aren't you after Ketch? He's my twin. We share the same blood line all the way up to Cain himself." Michael walked a few steps forward. The boys tensed up. "He never too the mark. He still can and once he does his thirst for blood will be ten times more than the blood he wants to shed now." You saw Ketch look back at you. "Another question," You pushed past the boys. Deans hand slipped from yours and you could see the look on his face. "Why does the mark have to put into play? Cain told me in a dream that someone has to take or he will escape the Empty and bear the mark again." Michael froze in place. "It doesn't need to be put into play. Cain doens't know what hes..." Michaels voice trailed off. The silence made you uncomfortable. "No," Michael said after a few minutes. "What?" Ketch and Dean asked. "There's a spell Cain created, If he ever died. Two of his direct decendants will have to kill one the other at his death site. The spell will be said by a demon as the blood is spilled. Only then can Cain retake his form and take hold of the mark." When Michael stopped talking he stared at you and Ketch. Your heart was racing and you looked back at Dean. Deans face had fear written all over it. "So we don't do this then," Dean said walking up to you and taking your arm. "We cut this short and go home. start that retirement life. Never look back on this." You looked back at Michael and found that he was gone. "Typical," you said turning around only to see the boys with their hands up. A woman was holding up a shot at them. But that's not what startled you. You knew this woman for some reason and she looked a hell of a lot like you.

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