AN: Alternate look at how Dean gets rid of the Mark.

Dean and Sam were too busy to really notice. They were both trying to find ways to free Dean from the Mark. They didn’t notice all the packages she was suddenly getting in the mail, or how she would disappear for hours on end or would be having hush hush Skype calls in one of the unused rooms of the bunker. She was glad their minds were on something else. She knew that if they found out what she was up to, they would try to stop her.

“Are you sure this will work?” (Y/n) asked as she set across the desk from Beatrice Clarke. The witch was making notes in a small notebook that (Y/n) had brought with her, in order to make sure that she had everything that she needed.

“I’m pretty sure.” Beatrice said. “I’ve never had to remove the Mark of Cain from someone before, so…”

“First time for everything.” (Y/n) laughed some. Beatrice was an old friend from school, and while she was just a Wiccan, she figured that she could help her out with some witchcraft and a little hoodoo. This was her best shot.

“This Dean, he really does mean a lot to you if you’re willing to do all this.” Beatrice said, checking over all the ingredients that (Y/n) had brought with her to her home. (Y/n) smiled softly.

“Yeah he does.” She said, playing with the bracelet he had gotten for her for her birthday. Protective charms and other little things hung on it. It made her feel so safe, feeling that he was right there. But the Dean that was in the bunker wasn’t her Dean. This was someone else wearing his face. And she had to get him back.

“Well, this is about all I have.” Beatrice slid the notebook over to (Y/n). “Two spells. One to put him to sleep and one to remove the Mark. I think it should work.”

“And if it doesn’t?” (Y/n) asked. Beatrice had to shrug.

“I told you I’ve never had to do this before.” She laughed awkwardly. “No matter what happens though, I will be there in an instant if you need back up.” (Y/n) nodded.

“Thanks Beatrice.” (Y/n) fished out her wallet to pay for the ingredients that Beatrice was giving to her. Her friend shook her head no. “But…”

“No buts. Just bring your man by for dinner when everything is fixed.” She laughed. (Y/n) smiled.

“Deal.” She said. She stood up and gathered all her things into her bag before taking a deep breath. “With me luck.”

“Good luck.” (Y/n) walked out the door. It was too late to back out now.

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She walked into the bunker and the first thing she saw was Sam sitting at a table, reading. She kind of figured he would be there, but had hoped that he wouldn’t. Luckily, she had enough of the ingredients for the sleep spell to cover both of them. She just hoped that Cas didn’t show up in the middle of everything and stop her.

“Hey Sam.” She said, taking her grocery bag of items into the kitchen.

“Oh, hey (y/n). Where have you been? I really could’ve used your help on the research end of things.” Sam said, barely looking up at her. She sighed some.

“Oh I had a couple errands to run.” She said. She pulled out the premade pie that she had bought at the store. She crushed the ingredients for the sleep spell and mixed them together, lacing the pie with it. “Hey, I need you to try this pie for me before I give it to Dean. It’s supposed to have added veggies in it and I want to make sure he can’t taste it.” Sam laughed some.

“Sure (Y/n).” he said. Her hands were shaking some as she cut him a piece of the laced by and took it to him, watching him take a bite. She waited, seeing if he would say anything about the funny taste that she was sure accompanied the pie.

“So, what do you think?” She asked.

“It’s, different.” He said, swallowing his bite. “What is this pie called?” He looked up at her with half lidded eyes. She smiled softly.

“Somnus.” She whispered. Sam dropped his fork and went limp in his seat. His eyes closed and he started to fall forward. (Y/n) caught him as he started to fall and helped him gently lay his head on the table. She played with his hair for a second. “I’m sorry Sam.” She said before going and getting Dean a piece.

She slowly walked down the hall towards the library, where Dean had been living pretty much, trying to find out anything about the Mark. While Sam had taken to translating texts, Dean took to read the already English ones. He was sitting on the couch when she walked in. He looked up at her and smiled. She hadn’t seen him smile in a while. It almost made her want to cancel her plans.

“Earth to (y/n).” Dean said, waving his arm. (Y/n) snapped out of her world and looked at him and saw the Mark on his arm.

“Huh?” She asked. Dean set his stuff down and waved her over to him. She walked over and set down by him.

“Are you okay?” Dean asked. She just nodded her head, setting the pie down in his lap. “Mmm, pie.” He chuckled. “Want a bite?”

“I’m okay. I already ate some.” She said. “That’s all yours.” Dean’s smile widened more and he took a huge bite of it as she whispered “Somnus” in his ear. Dean’s eyes rolled back and he fell over onto a pillow. (Y/n) stood up and helped him straighten out on the couch. She could at least try to make him comfortable. She wasn’t sure if this was going to hurt or not.

(Y/n) headed back to the kitchen, passing by Sam who was currently snoring and laying in a puddle of drool. She grabbed the vial of stuff that she had already put together at Beatrice’s house. She held it in her hand and closed her eyes. It was supposed to remove curses. The two women knew that for sure. But outside of that, (y/n) had no idea what the side effects could be. Would it hurt him? Would it hurt her? She didn’t know.

“You can do this.” She told herself as she walked back to the library. Dean was fast asleep on the couch, the am with the Mark hanging over the edge. (Y/n) made her way over to him, kissing his forehead. “It’ll be okay Dean. I promise.”

She knelt on the floor and gently rang her fingers on the scare that was the Mark of Cain. She could feel the heat coming off of it, the biting hate. Carefully, she poured the liquid onto his arm, the Mark glowing as it came in contact with it. She pulled out the notebook, finding the right spell, then placed her hand over the Mark.

“Remove this curse, set this soul free.” She mumbled a couple times, sometimes in English, sometimes in Latin. Suddenly, it felt like her hand was stuck to Dean’s arm. Angry, red lines spread from him to her, crawling up her arm. She cried out in pain as she tried to pull away, but only was she able to once the lines disappeared. She fell back away from Dean. And she had to smile when she saw the Mark was gone from his arm.

“It’s over.” She laughed, until she felt a burning from her own arm. Shakily, she lifted it, only to see the Mark there, mocking her.

“What did you do?” A voice said. (Y/n) looked up to see Cas standing there. “(Y/n)!”

“I had to.” She whispered, looking from the sleeping Dean to Cas. “And I have to leave now.”

“You have to tell him what you did.” Cas said, but she shook her head.

“I have to leave. He can’t find me. I don’t know what will happen.” She stood. “Send me someplace far away.” She said as she went to pack some of her things.

“But…” Cas said, following her. Suddenly, there was a spring of anger and she turned to glare at Cas.

“I know what I need to do.” She snapped at him. “Now you do what I tell you to.” Cas sighed. “And if Dean and Sam show up at my doorstep, I will kill you so fast that you won’t know what hit you.” Cas didn’t say anything, but she knew he understood. “Send me far away Cas.” She took off her bracelet Dean had gave her. “And give him this. Maybe he won’t look for me then.”

“You know he will.” Cas told her. She shrugged.

“Good luck to him.” Cas touched her forehead then and she disappeared. He stood in the doorway of the library, looking at sleeping Dean.

“He is going to kill me.” Cas whispered before heading off to wake up the brothers.