Daughter of Cain

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Chapter 9: King of the Damned.

Something felt off. There was a change in reality. There have been a few times when I felt growing up. A lot in the past decade. Someone was altering reality and bringing something from the past and bringing the individual to the present. Most time traveling feels like a ripple. A drop of a pebble. But in this case, this was no pebble. No, the shift of reality was not from a creature of travel. Not Chronos or an angel. No, it was a boulder. Someone using a rare, powerful spell to time travel and bringing something back that could possibly change the timeline.

"What is it?" Cain asked.

"Someone is using time traveling," I answered. "It's not Chronos; he's dead."

Growing up, Cain and I have encountered the Titan of Time. Merely Cain and Chronos would exchange a few words, sharing a bottle of wine, understanding one another of personal suffering from the curse of eternity. Maybe share a few stories; otherwise, it was a mutual relationship.

"Is it angelic?" he asked.

It's true; angels do have the ability to time travel now and then. But only the selected few have the power since only Archangels have it with ease. And this doesn't feel angelic.

"No, it feels demonic with magic," I answered.

Cain frown with a nod.

"Anything on the demon radio?" I asked.

Cain took a moment and listened to the demon network.

It has been a few months since I last made contacted the Winchesters. My focus on was Cain, keeping him away from humanity to prevent another death. We have rooted in the forests of Alaska away from civilizations. There was enough game in the woods for him to hunt. So, isolating him from humanity was enough to prevent another murder. Even if the previous prey was a serial killer…humans just can't get involved with the supernatural.

So, if Bambi dies…Bambi dies.

Better be a deer, bear, or even a mountain lion. As long as no human is killed, then rehabilitation should go well. We have to keep to Colette promise. No more killing. So, we lie in a cabin alone in the woods.

"Abaddon is planning to trap Crowley," Cain said. "Use him to get to the Winchesters."

"He does have the First Blade," I noted.

"Kill him, and the first blade is lost." He murmured. "Use him as bait."

"Would make a trap for Dean," I whispered.

"Exactly," he said. "You better go help them."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

Cain nodded.

I sighed going over to the closet to grab a few things that could be of use. Assuming this will be a challenge, I seized any artifacts that could be used against demons. Afterward, I warned Cain to stay and not to leave the cabin. Cain assured me, he won't before I teleported in search of the Winchesters.

.o0o.

Landing on my feet sensing the hollow and sacred ground of a graveyard. Why on earth would the Winchesters be in a cemetery? Aren't they supposed to looking for Abaddon? I mean, sure they would encounter a few mini cases involving other supernatural beings. But now is not the time to play with a ghost.

A howl echoed through the air followed by growling.

"Great, now add a hellhound," I said to myself.

The growling soon turned into barking as the beast was in the chase. Following the noise, I soon found the Winchesters caged in a mausoleum as the hellhound tried to get it. The hellhound was taller and very muscular than the average demon canines. Hairless, with dark leathery skin a crimson eye. You could say they are a mix breed of all the hated/misunderstood dogs formed into one.

"Hello beautiful," I called out.

The hellhound turned around and growled at me.

"Vivian, run!" Dean shouted.

The hellhound rushed over, yet I gave the beast an intimidating glare. Warmth filled my eyes while my vision changed becoming more enhanced. Ignoring the changes, I have the command, "Stop!"

Instantly the beast stops glaring at me.

"Sit!" I ordered to which it complied. With my cambion abilities, I came over to the beast and knowing some animal training, bit onto the hound's ear showing dominates. The beast yelped from surprised before complying. I grinned petting its spine. "Good girl."

The hellhound licked my hand causing me to chuckle before getting serious using my powers to give commands, "Now, go home!"

Just like that, the hellhound gave a bark before running off to wherever the beast resigns. A moment later sensing the creature was gone, I turned to face the Winchesters. "You can come out now?"

Sam and Dean came out surprised.

"How did you do that?" Sam asked.

"I'm a cambion, I can command most creatures of hell," I explained. "Although, it was mere coincidence that she was here. Probably here to finish her hunt."

"Not quite," Dean said. "Crowley hid the First Blade."

My eyes widen a bit, "Where?"

They lead the way to a freshly dug up grave with a casket open revealing a middle age man, a few months of decay.

"He hid the First Blade in a corpse?" I asked slightly disgusted. Let alone finding it a bit belittling to the world's first deadly weapon in history.

"Yeah," Dean answered not to please as he and Sam knelt down.

Dean took out his knife ripping the decease shirt revealing the poorly stitched torso. The smell of embalming fluid stench the air the moment the stitches were cut. Immediately all three of us were ganging to the scent.

"Alright," Dean said rolling up his sleeve. "Goin' in."

However, Sam stopped him, "Hey, you know what? Maybe, uh…maybe I should do this."

"Sam, it's fine," Dean assured. "I – I-I can safely grab it without . . . you know…"

"I think it would be best if Sam grabs it," I commented, understanding where the youngest Winchester is coming from. I remember how I first touch the blade and felt the adrenaline. When Dean first held the blade, another side of him showed. It took both Sam and me back at Magnus mansion to convince Dean to drop the blade.

Dean sighed but nodded.

Sam rolled up his sleeve and carefully put his hand into the corpse's stomach cavity. He grunted in disgust, and I for one am happy to not be part of the cavity search. Not a moment later, he pulled out the first blade covered in embalming fluid, blood, and decomposing organ juices.

"Well, let's go kill a Knight of Hell, huh?" Dean said, patting Sam's back.

"Yeah," Sam agreed, trying to get the slime off.

Once the blade was clean, I changed reality, so the corpse was back in his grave, and the earth was untouched. We then got into the Impala driving to the location where Abaddon could be. The boys gave me the heads up that Crowley is observing Abaddon in Ohio. They were about to call Crowley for a precise location. There, a trap would be placed, and finally, the Demoness who destroyed my childhood will finally be dead.

"Out of curiosity, why Y'all interested in killing Abaddon?" I asked from the back seat. "Is it merely a hunter thing?"

"Uh…it's personal actually," Sam answered.

"The bitch killed our grandfather, Henry Winchester," Dean added. "If we had saved him, had a better plan, he would have gone back home and saved our father and grandmother a life of struggle."

"Oh," I mumbled.

So, Henry Winchester must have used a time-traveling spell to the modern period and died then, instead of his definite timeline…leaving his Wife and Child alone. Remembering history, it was a struggle for single mothers and how the community treated them. If a husband died, either it is a natural cause or murder, most importantly war they would have received some respect. Because you can't control unexpected death. However, if the husband vanished without reason…the family would receive pity but at the same time shame. The wife would never be able to remarry after an extended period of time till police consider him dead and the judge will make the final decision on automatic divorce.

Dean took out his phone and called. I activate the acute hearing I listen to their conversation. No matter what, never trust a Crossroads Demon.

"Squirrel. I hope you were nice to your father," Crowley greeted on the other end.

"What?" Dean said confused. "Shut up. Look, we got the Blade."

"You do?" Crowley asked then continued. "Well, you need to get it here at once. Cleveland, Humboldt Hotel. Penthouse, of course. When you get here, I'll take you to Abaddon. I'll draw her out, and then you can skewer the ignorant hag. . . Just selling it. "

Something was not right, Dean didn't seem to hear the last part of just selling it. There was another person with Crowley.

"All right, we're on our way," Dean confirmed.

"Oh, and, Dean, you need to get a move on. It's a good day's drive from Poughkeepsie." Crowley added.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked confused. "We're not even near there."

"Yeah, like I said, you need to leave Poughkeepsie right away," Crowley answered, then hung up.

"So, we good?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Dean answered putting the phone away.

The Impala was engrossed in silence. All you could hear was the sound of the tires roaming on the road. Time went on in the long drive. There were a few stops of getting gas, a quick food pickup at the gas station to which the Winchesters were surprised to see me take a bite of food. Hello, half human after all. Anyway, Sam would fall asleep while Dean continues to drive.

"You should get some rest," I suggested.

Dean shrugged, "Not until the bitch is dead."

"Stubborn as always," I sighed.

Looking at the review mirror, Dean had a small smirk. "You can say that again."

I snorted slightly.

"What about you?" he asked. "Don't you need your beauty sleep?"

"Will be," I said laying down in the back seat. "Will killing Abaddon solve everything?"

"Just treating it like its another job," he explained. "It doesn't bring people back, but it saves others."

I nodded until sleep claimed me.

.o0o.

Cleveland Ohio, that is where Abaddon was resigning in a hotel called, Humboldt Hotel. There was a significant presence of demons, but most importantly I could sense Abaddon. The last time I ever encounter her was in the 1920's back in Paris, trying to convince Cain to rejoin hell, and take me away. Back in the day, I exorcised her out of the socialite's body and trapped her condemned soul in a nun. Almost a hundred years and we will meet again once more. Hopefully for the last time.

Exiting the Impala, we gather on the sidewalk as Sam held the First Blade that was being covered in fabric.

"All right, let's do this, "Sam said.

"Wait, wait, wait. Hold on a sec, "Dean interrupted. "We should give this place a once-over before we go up there."

Sam was questioning it, "Okay, why?"

"Crowley said he thought he saw some demons headed down to the basement," Dean explained. "He's have checked it out himself, but if word got back to Abaddon that he'd been seen…

Wait a minute, I thought but let the professionals do their job.

"When did he say all this?" Sam asked.

"On the phone," Dean lied, avoiding eye contact. "Look it might mean that she knows that he's here, okay? So why don't you check out the basement? Vivian and I'll, uh, take a look on the main floor."

Dean then grabbed the wrapped First Blade before walking off. Sam held concern for his brother, before looking at me, "Watch him."

"I will," I promised before going after Dean.

Once inside the Humboldt Hotel main lobby I confronted Dean, "You lied. Crowley never mentioned the basement."

"I know," Dean said. "But I can't risk his safety like what happened with Magnus."

"Understood," I murmured gazing into the lobby.

"Any Demons?" he whispered.

I nodded snapping my fingers, "We are under a cloak. They won't notice us."

Dean nodded in appreciation. He leads the way to the elevator, as I pressed the number in which Abaddon's aura could be felt. Once done, Dean unwrapped the cloth and held the First Blade. A dark atmosphere filled the small compartment, sending chills, and a rush of adrenaline in our system. However, when Dean actually grasped the handle, his entire body tensed as his veins on his right arm turned red. He took several deep breaths calming the urge before having control.

"You good?" I asked.

He nodded.

Ding and the elevators doors opened. Three demons started at us, reading to rush in, however with sharp glare all three demons were trapped. A demon was about to launch at them, but I prevented it ordering the demons to return to fell forgetting everything that has happen silently. Immediately, in a silent film, the vessels violently shook, opening their mouths releasing the actual demons form and exorcised back into hell. Unfortunately, two out of three vessels were dead, while one remained unconscious.

No time to mourn or check on the surviving victim, we crept to the room where Abaddon resigns in. Dean quietly opens the door, entering the suit. Entering the room, there lies Crowley on a lush chair caressing his left shoulder.

"Hello, Dean," Crowley greeted. "Love the crazy bloodlust in your eyes."

Dean tapped his own left shoulder with the blade.

"Let's not waste time," Crowley commented. "I'll take you to Abaddon."

We gave him a look.

"It' not far," the crossroad demon assured, looking off.

Suddenly another demon rushed in with a knife. Dean did an undercut, stabbing the demon in the gut as yell sparks deport around the wound, mouth, and eyes. Killing the condemned soul in seconds. However, the rush of the collision had the two falling onto a glass bookshelf destroying it. Just as Dean recover, he was forced back pinned to a wall.

Turning around, there stood Abaddon, "A boy and his blade. And still no match for the new queen."

She possessed the body of a woman from a different time. The vessel being tall, pale skin, almost statuesque. Her hair a fiery red, soft in curls down to her shoulders with a fifty curl on the bangs. She wore modern clothing of black leather. She stepped forward till stopping right in front of me.

"Hello Vivian, how much you have grown," She murmured. "Sadly, more like your mortal mother."

"Careful," I growled, eyes shifting.

Abaddon seeing something smirked, "And powerful too. Have you come and consider my offer?"

"Quite the opposite," I sneered, blasting her a crossed the room.

The demoness collided into a table knocking it over. She got up chuckling as she corrected her jacket. "I wonder if you have seen your true form. It's quite fascinating."

"Enough," I barked. "Too many lives have been wasted. It's time to pay for your sins."

She smirked, "by all means."

Lost in the moment of emotions, not realizing the distraction or my surroundings when I couldn't move any further. Examining my surroundings, I saw three crystals in precise locations creating a magical barrier. Inside the trap, my powers became neutralized unable to teleport or anything.

"Don't worry dear, just give me a moment and we will come back to our conversation." Abaddon murmured.

Shocked, I witness the demoness approached the two, mostly concentrated on Dean who was still pinned to the wall. "So first . . . You'll die . . . Painfully. And then Crowley will watch his son die – ditto – and then the king himself. And blade destroyed. Oh, and brainwashed Vivian." She chuckled, "That's quite a to-do list. "

The Mark of Cain burned brightly under Dean's jacket. He concentrated his strength onto the First Blade trying hard to break free. Abaddon noticed this, raising her hand applying more pressure to her telekinetic powers. Yet Dean manages to escape, heaving in heavy grunts. Quick yet frantic, Abaddon sent another blast onto him to submission. The room was engrossed by the amount of energy, creating its own winds and electrical surges from all the appliances releasing sparks. Dean pushed forward, taking long strides towards her.

Sadly, Abaddon conjured another blast that sends Dean back to the wall, resulting in him dropping the blade. Abaddon laughed in triumph, making her approach to kill him as promised. Slowly she clenched her fingers, strangling him as he choked. His green eyes hazy for a moment, still gazing down at the blade.

"You failed," Abaddon murmured. "I always get what I want in the end."

She turned her gaze towards me, "It won't be long."

A clattering noise broke her focus as all eyes went onto the First Blade that was actually moving. Abaddon gleeful expression dropped, staring at Dean the moment the jaw bone flew across the room back in its owner's possession and breaking the connection. Abaddon glared, applying more power in suppressing the hunter. Except, Dean marched over, and one strong swooped brutally stabbed the last of the Hell Knights in the abdomen, lifting her off of the ground. Abaddon screamed as red and gold energy burst through her body, almost like she was being smitten by lighting. Her screams mixed with roars of an unknown thunder and the winds of her power howling out of control. On her last cry, her body burned, and death claimed her.

Dean yanked the blade out dropping the vessel to the ground. Influenced by the Mark, he straddled the body and began stabbing it several times.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, coming out of nowhere.

But the oldest hunter was lost in the murderous cloud.

He kept stabbing Abaddon's vessel over and over and over until blood splattered all over his face.

"Dean stop!" I yelled.

Just like that, after his last punch, he stops under command. He turned his gaze towards me, shock and satisfaction consumed his green orbs.

"You can stop," I murmured. "She's dead."

Dean hesitated to look at Sam before gazing at the vessel were several holes condensed together in her chest, face swollen up, and a pool of blood spreading. Traumatized by his actions he dropped the First Blade.

"What is all the ruckus!" A heavy Scottish accent called out.

All eyes went to the two doors that reveal a young gentleman in eighteenth-century clothing. You got to be kidding me. As I could detect the sharp change in reality around his presence. So, he was the anomaly that is causing the ripples. Dean walked over to the man trying to calm him down, when he spotted the two dead bodies on the ground, instantly making a catholic gesture before covering his mouth.

Taking this moment, I stared at Sam, "Get the blade."

Sam nodded as she rushed over and grabbed the first Blade cleaning it up and wrapping it around the leather cloth. Dean came over and knocked over one of the three crystals, breaking the trap. Nodding in acceptance, I walked over to Crowley to see the damage. Apparently, Abaddon shot the king of hell with a devil's trap that was carved into the bullet. Taking a knife and worked on getting the bullet out.

"Ghah, over a century old and couldn't have learned to be a doctor!" the demon cried.

"We didn't kill you, Crowley," Sam reminded. "even though it would've been very easy. Isn't that enough?"

"You owe me," Crowley countered. "Don't I get no credit for warning you this was a trap?"

Sam snorted, not believing him.

"Poughkeepsie ring a bell?" The demon asked.

All eyes went on Dean, who came back freshen up after talking to the third party in the room.

Crowley laughed, "I sense drama."

Dean tried to change the subject, "I just still can't get over the fact that Crowley has a son. How's he doing, by the way?"

Getting the bullet loose and out of his shoulder blade, I yanked it out. Crowley cried out in pain, but in the end, I held the devil trap's bullet.

"How do you think?" the demon muttered.

"Sadly, he has to go back," I announced.

"If the lad goes back, his destiny is to board a ship bound for America. That ship went down in a storm. All hands were lost. He had one chance in this world to change his life." Crowley defended then sighed. "You want that to all end in tragedy?"

Dean thought about it then shrugged, "I don't know how to tell it to ya. Them's the rules. He goes back."

"The lore all says the same thing –," Sam added, "You change any one thing in the past, the ripple effect impacts everything that follows."

"Please," Crowley begged. "No one bends the rules like you two bend the rules. He's one misfit kid. He impacts no one."

"I'm sorry, but there has been to many Mandela effects in the last five years," I said. "This universe has many rules, and altering the past holds severe consequences."

"We'll take him back to the bunker, figure out the spell," Sam said. "that's the way it's got to be."

"Can I at least say goodbye?" Crowley asked.

I nodded.

Crowley was gotten up tossing the bloody handkerchief onto the chair walking over to his son. He stopped at the door glaring at us, "I'll cheer the day when the last trace of humanity leaves me. Feelings."

The King of Hell enters the bedroom. Not a second later, the doors were slammed shut. Sensing teleportation, I rushed to stop them but was too late. Dean and Sam burst open the door and found the pair gone.

"Damn it, Crowley!" Dean exclaimed.

"How bad is it?" Sam asked. "What damage could Gavin do?"

"What's his timeline?" I replied. "When was he taken?"

"Said he was taken the night before he went on the ship in 1723," Dean answered.

"And the supposed time of death that was being documented?" I asked.

"Uh, 1723 the Star sunk off the coast of Massachusetts," Sam answered. "All were lost at sea."

Taking a moment to comprehend the information and the situation we were in to calculate the risk. "If he died on the ship like anyone else, there wouldn't be a change in the butterfly effect. Fate may notice this, but hopefully, reality won't try to create order."

"You sure?" Dean asked.

I shrugged, "I mean, it's one soul escaping death. At least it's not the Titanic or something along those lines."

Both Winchester tensed as if having dealt with that experience.

We all heaved a heavy sighed gazing at the two bodies and noticing the two other entities in the hallway. I decided that I will take care of the regular demons and place them where their bodies would be found, and hopefully, loved ones could collect them. As for Abaddon…a part of me wants to send her corpses into an active volcano or tossed in the ocean. I told the boys this, but Sam stopped saying, to drop the body off back to the bunker. He explained the vessel was a woman of letters, Josie Sands who was Henry Winchester, friend, and partner. Both Winchester's think they could at least give the vessel a proper hunters funeral.

Not arguing I waved my hands altering reality and teleported the bodies to their precise location followed by fixing the room. I then faced the hunters. Nothing else to do, we left the Humboldt hotel.

Back at the Impala, Sam put the First Blade back in the trunk and locked it. Dean quietly asked Sam to give us a moment. Sam nodded, walking off to the drugstore that was down the block. Dean and I lean against the side of the vehicle.

"How do you feel?" Dean asked.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I replied, which he merely shrugged. Sighing I answered, "To finally witness my mother killer executed…relieving. But…"

"But what?"

"It doesn't fix everything," I answered. "Closure yes, but Abaddon did her damage long ago. She took away the years and experience that neither Colette and I could have. As long as no more death can accrue by Abaddon…my mother has received her justice."

Dean nodded and surprisingly gave a hug. My body tensed from not expecting that, resulting this…this sympathy and comfort making my eyes water. It was rare to have human contact and being held by another man in over thirty years no doubt. Inhaling sharply, I pulled back.

"I better go and informed Cain," I mumbled.

Dean nodded, "Will I see you again?"

"Maybe," I said. "But don't get your hopes up."

Dean nodded, we exchanged our goodbyes, and I started walking away. Not even ten steps I stopped facing Dean, "Oh and Dean…."

"Yes Vivian?" he replied.

"Don't rely too much on the blade," I said. "And most importantly don't die while it is in your possession."

Before he could have asked what, I mean I vanished before his eyes.

.o0o.

Back in Alaska where solitude was being held. I took a deep breath staring at the cabin where Can resign. So many thoughts linger in my head in how Cain would receive the news. So many scenarios in his reactions. Taking a deep breath, I enter the cabin to find Cain on the couch reading a book. He looked up expecting the confirmation answer. There is no doubt he sensed Abaddon's death, even heard it on the demon radio, but still.

"Abaddon is dead," I confirmed.

Cain nodded, "We can live now live in peace."

"And have closure," I added.

Cain nodded again.

I sat down next to him and rested my head on his shoulder. Almost a hundred years of hiding and caution because of Abaddon hunt. Now we can live in peace. The Winchesters took care of the Apocalypse, most of the dangerous demons are gone, and beasts have been tamed.

I just need to figure out what to do with my life now.

What episode should Vivian be in?

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