So, the Impala is cursed because of the mark of Cain on the arm of his captain. Sam is blind but can see the souls with an amulet. (Gabriel, a sea wizard gave it to him.) There’s no particular story but the feather on Dean’s hat is from Castiel
If you had asked me about The Book of the Damned a couple of months ago, the first thing that would’ve come to mind would’ve been the mythic Necronomicon Ex Mortis from the Evil Dead Series. And more particularly, the memorable scene from The Army of Darkness where the hero can’t remember the magic words Klaatu verata nikto and raises thousands of Deadites by mistake (it’s not as if Dean didn’t drive me nuts with shitty Bruce Campbell impersonations for the past 20 years). I would also have told you about a book by Charles Fort, maybe unknown to the majority of you, but apparently a reference tome for some supernatural enthusiasts out there. I’m not gonna boast about that last one as I’d never really heard about it either before my quest to remove the Mark made me consider the possibility that this volume could contain the answer to getting rid of Dean’s fucking curse.
Cain couldn’t stop himself from killing the love of his life.
Dean could have killed Castiel, just as Cain killed Coletta, but something stopped him. After Dean truly scrutinized what he was about to do by inspecting Castiel’s eyes for a couple of seconds; Dean was able to fight the Mark and stop himself from killing Castiel.
This could have been caused by multiple things:
Dean is the strongest person in existence. Not only is he the righteous man, but he’s also so stalwart that he can mitigate Cain’s curse more effectively than Cain himself.
This also tells us that Dean’s love for Castiel is pure. Cain and Coletta loved each other very much, but only the power of true love, kindred souls if you will; could have given Dean the strength to overpower the grip that the Mark had on his soul, even for just a couple of seconds.
Also, Jared admitted that the parallel between Dean and Cas with Cain and Coletta was intentional.
Summary: Reader and Dean are having problems since he was cursed with the Mark of Cain. The reader plans dinner in order to talk and reconnect, but the plans don’t go exactly the way they are supposed to.\
Word Count: 2075
In the year you and Dean had been dating, following the year that you and Dean had spent traveling together-and sleeping together- pretending you weren’t in a relationship, you had hit a few rough spots. There were weeks, and once, even a month, where you were just…out of sync. Someone would get irritable, or someone would feel too vulnerable and panic, or life would just get in the way, and the two of you just couldn’t connect.
But that was just the way any relationship went, right? You would bake pie, or Dean would take you out on a rare real date, or sometimes you just woke up in the middle of the night reaching for each other, and the two of you would find your way back to each other, always.
A/N: Okay before you read
this please note that I do not think Dean would hit a woman,
ever, in his normal state of mind. The request asked for it and
normally I would have changed it or turned it down but in light of
the Mark of Cain story line I felt like this would be the only case
in which it might happen. In this story Dean is having issues with
the Mark to the point that he hits the reader without really meaning
to. I also make a point to have him warn the reader to back off,
indicating that he is trying to control himself. I don’t like romanticizing abuse so I tried to write it in a way that made it clear that this was very out of character for Dean and would not normally happen had he not had the Mark. There will be a part
two. Feedback is always appreciated:)
This was bad. You’d seen Dean mad
before but this was a whole different level of anger radiating off of
the older Winchester. When he was mad he would yell. You’d been on
the receiving end of that emotion more than once and that version of
Dean didn’t scare you one bit. But this was different. This time,
Dean was dead silent, the only sound coming echoing inside the cab
coming from the rumbling of Baby’s engine. You sat in the passenger
seat with your hands in your lap, your fingers slightly shaking but
whether it was from the hunt you almost botched or the trouble you
knew you were in, you couldn’t tell.
The drive back only took forty five
minutes but it felt like hours to you. Every so often you’d sneak a
glance in Dean’s direction and his eyes would be trained on the road
ahead. The only indication of any ill will was the rigidity in his
back and the white of his knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel.
Once you pulled up to the bunker you sat forward and placed your hand
on the door, ready to make a run for it. The moment the wheels halted
on the muddy gravel you pushed the door open and took off, barely
leaving time to close the door behind you. Dean followed at his
normal, steady pace but you could practically feel his angry stare
burning holes in the back of your head.
“Hey. How’d everything go?” Sam
asked as you descended the stairs and passed him on the way to your
“Fine,” you muttered and continued
on, determined to get to your room before Dean got to you. You slowed
your pace as you reached the hallway, realizing that Dean wasn’t
trying to follow you and you let out a shaky breath, letting yourself
believe you were home free. Your relief was short lived though when
you felt a large hand close around your upper arm, the fingers
digging into the flesh firmly although not painfully.
“We need to talk,” came his voice
from right behind your ear. His tone was low and threatening and you
felt your pulse quicken as he led you down the hallway towards his
bedroom. When you were inside his room the door behind you slammed
shut and there was a few beats of blessed silence before all hell
“What the fuck, Y/N?! Do you have any
idea how much danger you put us in tonight? Do you even care?!”
The booming of Dean’s voice breaking
through the deafening silence causing you to jump nervously and you
scrambled your brain to try to find the right words to say.
“Of course I care, Dean, I…” You
were cut off suddenly by the roar of Dean’s voice as he continued to
yell, his feet tracing a path around you as you stood in the middle
of the room.
“You had one god damned job and that
was to stay put until I could figure out how many vamps there were
but no, you had to go and be the hero and jump right on in. Y/N we
barely made it out of there alive!” he roared.
Somewhere amidst Dean’s ranting and
raving you found your voice, your shoulders squaring up as you
prepared yourself to take on the short tempered hunter. You walked
directly toward where he now stood a few feet from his bed. You
looked him dead in those deep green eyes of his and poked your
pointer finger into his broad chest accusingly.
“Don’t you yell at me about being a
hero Dean Winchester. You’re always jumping in and saving the day and
being reckless!” you screamed back and even though you knew he had
a point with his accusations you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from
throwing his faults back in his face.
“Yes! Maybe things could have gone
wrong but they didn’t and I don’t think I deserve you being such a
fucking asshole to me!”
Dean stepped back from you and you saw
his hand grab at his opposite forearm as if the skin there was
burning. His face remained neutral though, the only emotion showing
through being anger and fury the more you yelled. He took another
step away from you but you didn’t let up. You took a step in his
direction and just as you closed in on him he turned away. His one
arm was out of your view now, still presumably clinging to his other
forearm. His other hand was hanging at his side, his fist clenched so
tightly you wondered if he’d end up drawing blood on that palm if he
squeezed any tighter.
“Y/N, back off!” he barked and a
small voice in the back of your mind begged for you to listen. You
knew he had been struggling with the Mark. You knew when he reached a
certain level of anger that he became violent beyond his control but
the other part of you, the pissed off part, couldn’t let him win this
argument. So you ignored the little angel on your shoulder and
pressed on, letting a string of curse words and nasty remarks pour
out of your mouth.
“I am so sick and tired of you
treating me like I’m a fucking child. Get a grip, Dean. You yell at
me for making this one mistake and yet you have a laundry list the
size of the god damned Chrysler building of the things you’ve royally
fucked up. So don’t give me this macho, ‘holier than thou’
You heard it before you felt it but
the sting of Dean’s hand cracking across your cheekbone followed soon
after, leaving a red welt across your skin. At first you couldn’t
quite come to terms with what happened but it all fell into place
when you looked at Dean who was staring down in horror at the Mark
that was burned into his skin. His eyes shot up to yours and you
already saw tears beginning to form, the moisture pooling and
streaking down his red cheeks.
“Y/N….I….please….I’m so sorry.”
he whimpered but the damage had been done. He stepped forward and you
automatically flinched away, your feet carrying you backwards towards
his door. Your hand came up to rest against your sensitive cheek and
you tried your hardest to hold back the tears. You wanted to say
something, to yell and scream at him but you couldn’t form the words.
“I’m sorry Y/N…”
You heard the beginning of his apology
come choking out but didn’t wait to hear the rest before you fled
from his room and bolted down the hallway towards your own, your
tears flowing freely now. You slammed the door behind you when you
got there and headed towards your closet. You dug around under the
piles of unfolded clothes until you found your duffle bag and you
threw it across your room to your bed. You grabbed the first few
decent outfits you laid your eyes on and stuffed them inside followed
by your toothbrush and other toiletries that you retrieved from your
bathroom. The final thing you threw inside the bag before zipping it
up was the anti-possession necklace Dean had given you last year. He
knew you were too afraid of needles to get a tattoo so he had it
specially made for you and aside from it’s usefulness at keeping
demons away it was your favorite piece of jewelry.
When your bag was packed and your tears
finally stopped you set your bag on the floor and laid down on your
mattress, making sure to rest the unscathed side of your face on the
pillow. And you waited. You waited until it was so late that there
was no possible way that either of the boys would be awake and then
you silently slipped out, grabbing your keys off the key hook on your
way out the door and loading your things into your car. You jammed
the key into the ignition and adjusted your mirror, taking one last
look at the bunker door before you peeled out, tires squealing and
gravel flying as you sped down the road toward an unknown
destination, ready to go anywhere as long as it got you out of this
god forsaken town.
“Y/N,” Dean murmured gently the
following morning, his head resting against your closed bedroom door.
He knocked once and when you didn’t answer he decided it was okay to
go inside, hoping that his invasion of your privacy wouldn’t be
another reason for you to be angry at him.
He slowly pushed the door open and
stepped inside to see that you weren’t there. His eyes scanned around
the room and everything looked mostly in place..except for one thing.
Your necklace, the one he bought for you that you kept on your
nightstand when you were home, was gone. His breathing sped up but he
pushed down the panic he felt rising in his throat as he stormed
towards your bathroom. He yanked open your vanity mirror and the
panic he felt hit him in full force when he saw all of your
toiletries gone. He slammed the mirror shut and if the crash he heard
was any indication he probably shattered it to pieces but he was too
distraught and worried to care. He jogged out of your room and made
his way through the long and winding hallways until he reached the
stairs that led outside. Taking the steps two at a time, he reached
the top and yanked open the heavy door, the metal slamming against
the wall and vibrating.
Your car was gone and in that moment
Dean’s chest tightened painfully as he struggled to suck in the damp
air that surrounded him. You were gone… and the last memory you
would have of him was of him hurting you. The pain in his chest was
almost crippling as he contemplated never seeing you again but it was
overcome soon by a sense of determination as he rounded the front of
his car and yanked open the door, sliding across the leather seat and
slamming the door shut. It couldn’t end like this, he wouldn’t let
it. And with that thought he sped off, leaving twin black tire marks
in the road next to yours and hoping that he wasn’t too late to make
“The two lobes of the cerebrum were called by the ancients Cain and Abel, and have much to do with the legend of the curse with Cain, which is literally the curse of unbalance. For the murder of the spirit of the equilibrium Cain is sent forth a wanderer of the earth.”
I wonder because of the MoL seal whether this is actually in the Bunker or if we get to visit other Men of Letters places around the globe. Both are worrying, because while I can see Sam make a deal and help Rowena locate magic in exchange for a spell to remove the Mark of Cain curse, the idea that he would let her into the Bunker, that just plain scares me……so who am I kidding, it’ll probably be that…
The Mark of Cain is God’s promise to Cain for divine protection from premature death with the stated purpose to prevent anyone from killing him. Anyone who harms the bearer of the Mark of Cain will receive the harm back seven fold. It is assumed that the mark is visible, as a Hebrew letter placed on either the face or the arm. It is speculated that the mark served as a sign to others to not commit the same offense
The Curse of Cain was that if Cain should attempt to farm the land, the earth would not yield produce for him; this would imply as to why he built cities, namely the City of Enoch. The second part of the curse marks Cain as a fugitive and wanderer. In the Septuagint, the emphasis of Cain’s curse is dramatically increased by the combination of the Greek participles “groaning and shaking upon the earth” interprets the Greek version as Cain experiencing a real physical affliction that when witnessed by others, they would know who he is.
What do we know about Mormons and black people? Enough that the topic has its own Wikipedia page. Blacks weren’t allowed to enter the priesthood or take part in any ceremonies at LDS temples until 1978. The reasoning for that came directly from Brigham Young himself:
“Why are so many of the inhabitants of the earth cursed with a skin of blackness? It comes in consequence of their fathers rejecting the power of the holy priesthood, and the law of God. They will go down to death. And when all the rest of the children have received their blessings in the holy priesthood, then that curse will be removed from the seed of Cain, and they will then come up and possess the priesthood, and receive all the blessings which we now are entitled to.”
Technically, none of this should matter, seeing as how it’s all in the past and such. And I would have been completely on board with that line of thinking, if only this didn’t happen:
That’s right; at one point during their recent boxing match, Mitt Romney knocked Evander Holyfield down. Granted, it was staged and that was very obvious, but the crowd completely lost their shit when it happened. I know it’s barely my place to be offended, but goddamn, given their stance on race relations throughout history, seeing Holyfield pretend to get beat up by Romney for the enjoyment of an arena full of rabid Mormons feels gross to me.
With the “Supernatural” season 10 finale rapidly approaching, the Winchesters are racing against the clock to save Dean from the Mark of Cain. Star Jensen Ackles admits that while his remaining allies — Sam (Jared Padalecki), Castiel (Misha Collins) and Charlie (Felicia Day) — are determined to find a cure for the ancient spell, Dean “knows that there’s no way out” from Cain’s curse.
“Instead of forcing his support group of Sam and Castiel and Charlie to help a helpless cause, it just seems fruitless to him, so he basically says ‘guys, stop, leave it alone, there’s nothing you can do, and there’s nothing I can do except fight until I can’t fight anymore,‘” Ackles recently told Variety. “And unfortunately, we’re gonna see what that means in the last episode.”
Unlike many of “Supernatural’s” previous seasons, the greatest threat to the Winchesters isn’t an external “big bad,” but “the bad within themselves,” according to Padalecki. “For Dean… the big bad is a seemingly inanimate object on his forearm.”
Ackles agreed, “This is a battle that is internal, and it’s not something that they can lock and load their shotguns and go after together. Unfortunately, Sam can’t find a cure, and of course, the loyal brother that Sam is will die trying, and Dean knows this. It really is this inner struggle where Dean can’t seem to get a grasp on the evil power that’s inside him, and Sam can’t seem to let go of trying to save his brother. We’ve seen similar things with this before with the demon blood and soulless Sam; it’s usually flip-flopped as far as the characters go, but it’s a heavy internal struggle that finally comes to a head at the end of the season.”
Collins told Variety that Team Free Will is going to “make deals with the devil and the ends justify the means and enormous sacrifices are made in our efforts to cure Dean.”
He wryly added, “There’s a moment in the last episode we shot — we’re shooting things out of order so I can’t remember which episode is which, but suffice to say, there’s an episode towards the end of the season when we make a sacrifice that I was thinking, ‘How are our characters okay with this? This is terrible, what we’re doing. This is disgusting.’ We’re making some serious compromises in order to rescue Dean.”
Despite those big compromises and high stakes (or perhaps because of them), Ackles described the season ten finale as particularly satisfying: “It’s a good one — in fact, in my opinion, I read the script and I’m like, ‘this is one of the best scripts I’ve read in years,’ so much so that I was like, ‘I’m gonna write [showrunner] Jeremy Carver an email and tell him how amazing this script is.'”
“Supernatural” airs Wednesdays at 9 p.m. on The CW. The season ten finale airs May 20.