The Mark Of Cain

Phone Calls

Dean's phone begins to rings. The ringing phone echos throughout the quite bunker. Dean sat alone in the library, he looked around the room. He knew Sam had went off to bed just a few moments ago. Dean looked at his phoe and saw the number: 666, Crowley. Dean stood up and placed the phone to his ear.

Crowley- "Hello Squirrel."

Dean- "Crowley, where the hell have you been!? Did you get my calls?!"

Crowley- "How has it been?"

Dean- "Well, it could be better if I had this damn Mark off my arm! Why didn't you return my calls?"

Crowley- "I'm preoccupied."

Dean- ''With?"

Crowley- "I don't know, maybe something called Hell! I am after all the King of Hell and I had other matters of state and I don't serve you!"

Dean- "What about helping me, I thought we were pals or whatever."

Crowley- "Hey hey, now squrriel, I did fetch you your little first blade, buddy."

Dean- "Good. Hand it over!"

Crowley- "Ahhh not soo fast."

Dean- "What?"

Crowley- "There are some pressing matters at stake here. Like I may have discovered something you maybe insterested in."

Dean- "Well, spill it!"

Crowley- ''I know you are searching for Cain's location."

Dean- "How?"

Crowley- "A little birdy told me."

Dean- "Do you have it? The location."

Crowley- "Now now, don't be pushy."

Dean- "Damnit Crowley, come on! I aint got all day!"

Crowley- "As I said, a little birdy told me."

Dean- "Okay and?"

Crowley- "Well, he was following our favorite winged fellow."

Dean- "Cas? Why? What are you...what did you..."

Crowley- "Relax. Castiel is fine. My spies just kept a close eye on him, listen to a few phone calls. Moose sounds unhappy with your current situation. Trouble in paradise?"

Dean- "Enough Crowley. I'm hanging up!"

Crowley- "No, now just wait a moment! I may have some bad news you may not like very much. Cain, he may not be the source you are looking for.''

Dean- "What? Why?"

Crowley- "Cain gave it to you but the Mark of Cain has an original source, the one who gave it to Cain."

Dean- "Okay? Who?"

Crowley- "Dean, Dean, Dean. I figured the slow pace from Moose not you Squirrel."

Dean- "Get on with it Crowley!"

Crowley- "Your little pal...Lucifer. Ring any bells?"

Dean- "Lucifer?! No, no no no no, that can't be it."

Crowley- "Oh yes."

Dean- "Crap! How?"

Sam suddently walks into the room. He sees Dean standing up and is on the phone yelling at someone. Dean's back is to Sammy.

Sam- "Dean?"

Dean turns around quickly and sees his little brother standing behind him watching his movements.