Cleansing the Soul pt. 1
Castiel asks Death’s daughter (the reader) to perform a ritual on Dean that will transfer the Mark.
Alright guys, this is a request from lilsuey02 which I have decided to break down into two parts. Part two will be posted soon after this one. I hope you like it! Feedback appreciated.
Dean x reader
"You what?" Dean asked incredulously. He looked at Sam across the table but he looked just as shocked as he was, one hand still turning the page of a lore book.
"I’ve found a way to cure you of the Mark of Cain." Cas replied.
"Yeah, I heard what you said, just - how?"
"There is a process called ‘cleansing of the soul’ -"
"You’re just going to ‘cleanse my soul’ and I’m healed?"
"Let me finish, Dean. Through this process the mark will be transferred. I am not powerful enough to perform such an act, but I have found a being that will be able to perform and withstand the process."
"Like an angel?" Sam asked.
Cas looked mildly uncomfortable at the question. “Something of that nature.”
Dean snorted. “Yeah, like an angel would really want to help me.”
"Dean, please. This might be the only chance we have." Sam implored.
"Fine. But don’t expect me to be happy about some angel digging around in my crap."
Cas tilted his head and squinted his eyes. “No one will be digging..” Dean stopped and gave him an exaggerated look. ”Oh. I understand.”
"So," Dean started, standing up, "when do we wash away my sin?"
You looked up from your coffee and saw a handsome stranger looking at you nervously. It was a bright day, the kind of day you enjoyed when you weren’t being bossed around by your father, who, by the way, was Death. You were more than thousands of years old, but your outer appearance was much younger than that. Though you were not like humans, you admired their ever changing cultures and liked to keep up with them, preferring to spend your time around living people rather than the dead. You never aged and you could never bleed. But that’s not something you shared with just any human, which is why you were surprised when this one asked about the supernatural part of your never ending life, out of the blue, while you were sitting at your favorite coffee shop.
"You are…Death’s daughter, are you not? (y/n)?" the blue eyed man asked. "I am Castiel."
Some of the confusion was swept away at the angel’s name, but as to why he was approaching you, you were still uncertain. “Ah, Castiel. It’s been a while. New vessel, I see.”
He cleared his throat anxiously. “Yes. (Y/n), I must ask you about something.”
You leaned forward in your seat, intrigued. “Go ahead.”
"I have a friend, a man, and he has been…marked."
"Are you talking about Dean Winchester?"
Castiel looked surprised. “I - yes. I am. How do you know of him?”
"Honestly, Castiel, it shouldn’t be that much of a surprise to you. For one, he and his brother both started and ended the apocalypse, and two, my father tells me all about his little escapades and Dean was mentioned quite a bit when he was trying to get free of Lucifer and saving Sam’s soul and yadda yadda yadda." You stopped and took a breathe. "So. Dean has the Mark of Cain. I’m assuming you want me to do the whole cleansing of the souls ritual thing."
"If you are willing. I cannot make you -"
"I’m in," you said cutting him off. This was the most interesting thing to happen to you in decades, hell if you were going to miss out on the fun.
That was four days ago. Now you sit in an empty warehouse with Castiel and the Winchester brothers, preparing to remove the Mark.
You don’t really know what you expected when you met Sam and Dean, but it wasn’t two ruggedly handsome men who looked both fierce and gentle at the same time. They were walking enigmas to you, Dean especially. His green eyes captivated you and you found yourself wanting to lose yourself in them until you remembered what you were there to do.
Dean was against you before he even met you, thinking you were an angel, as Castiel led him to believe. But his hatred faltered for just a moment when he first saw you. Your back was turned to them as they walked into the run down building and Cas called your name. You turned around, (Y/H/C) hair shining in the dull light from overhead. He was stunned by your beauty. You gave him a huge smile and his heart stopped. He had to remind himself that you were an angel before he could walk any further.
"You must be the man I’m taking the Mark from," you bantered.
Dean grunted. “Alright, listen here angel lady, I don’t owe you any favors if you do this, understand?”
You cocked an eyebrow and looked at Castiel questioningly when Dean said “angel” but he shrugged, giving you an apologetic smile. You turned back to Dean.
"I don’t ask favors of people I help willingly, Dean Winchester. And I would actually like it a lot if you weren’t so rude to me, considering I’m about to take the Mark for you. I mean come on, dude." Your little speech surprised him, you could tell. He was expecting you to talk more like Castiel, no doubt.
He fumbled for words and you saw Sam shake a little with laughter. You rolled your eyes at him and pointed towards one of the chairs you had set up. “Sit,” you commanded. He sat immediately, making you laugh. “Good boy!” you said, still laughing. If looks could kill, the face he was making at you would have had you bleeding out on the floor.
"Chill out, I was joking."
He grumbled something incoherent that you ignored. You sighed and took a seat opposite him.
"Let’s get started, shall we?"