#the mark of cain

[futuristicenthusiastlight]

Demon Dean and MOC Dean.

One tried to kill Sam/Abel, the other overcame the First Murderer in history because he was foretelling him he was going to do that.

Cain said that was Dean's destiny, because he was carrying the Mark of Cain. The Mark of Cain wanted that.

Yes, maybe. Too bad Dean was not Cain, and even intoxicated he could not bring himself to commit that awful crime.

His love for Sam was all too powerful.

[itwasnightwhenyoudied]

for @winchester-reload’s suptober22 day 16: RED

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(lyrics from nick cave & the bad seeds song red right hand. click for quality)

[blue-chimera]

(Imagining panelists who weren't part of the cast or crew but had access to all publicly-available information & could speak knowledgeably on the subject.)

[cas-dyke]

‼️mark of cain ramblings incoming‼️

mark of cain dean is quite possibly my favorite iteration i’ve seen of him so far because like,,, his instinct to protect, save, and avenge w no regard for himself led him to take on the mark. BUT, the mark does the opposite of that instinct. it turns him into exactly what he’s terrified of being (someone who loves lives to kill).

making sam and cas promise to kill him if he leaves that barn, because he knows he’s not HIM anymore?? because even through the haze of violence and bloodlust he knows he doesn’t want to hurt more people????? trying to cope and becoming worse anyways???? MAKING A DEAL WITH DEATH????? TO KEEP HIMSEF AWAY FROM THE WORLD???? AND STILL NOT BEING ABLE TO GO THROUGH WITH IT WHEN THAT DEAL REQUIRES HIM TO KILL SAM?????????

it’s just so fascinating because dean is doing horrific, bloody shit for this WHOLE arc. yet it still, in some twisted and fucked up way, narratively solidifies his core desire to protect (case in point: the whole charlie thing)

i also love how this comes through even though there are points in this arc where i was like lowkey terrified of dean. i felt it when metatron demanded to be kept away from him. the way he’s shot and the way he acts, he’s barely human.

AND YET-

guys they really wrote this show

[thebeautyofspn]

9x11 First Born

[sonic-gonzo]

Friday night at the Metro Theater Sydney Australia - MARK OF CAIN (151223)  

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

The thing I hate the most about what the Mark of Cain does to Dean is that it makes him a hardened killer. Dean has always been lethal, daddy's little soldier, deadly motherfucker, a killer, but he was never hardened. Dean was still soft where it mattered, walking through the world with his heart on his sleeve. But the mark took that away (at least temporarily) and it's so heartbreaking to watch.

[oldladydrivers]

The Mark Of Cain - Dead Man's Mail

[shrewind2]

Shadowhunters 3x16: Stay With Me

Free to use.

[itwasnightwhenyoudied]

Traveler I am, knock two three four

God is in the country, the Devil's at your door

Devil's at your door, bodies in my wake

Noose round my neck, I'm coming back again

— I’m Always Walking As Somebody Else (American Murder Song)

[blue-chimera]

Dean is disturbed and disgusted by Gordon's sadism in season 2. Even before he's convinced of Lenore's innocence, he draws a distinction between simply killing the vampires & casually causing them pain.

Later, he's even more disgusted by the sadistic streak that Hell cultivates in him. (Keep in mind that the souls he tortured there were probably primarily "bad people," as they were in Hell, after all. Dean clearly doesn't see that as a justification or excuse for taking pleasure in their pain.)

We do see Dean driven back into the arms of sadism on occasion — not just inflicting pain, but taking pleasure in it — but, before the Mark, those tend to be limited to the most extreme circumstances. For example, when Castiel asks him to torture Alastair, who had tortured Dean for decades and knew him inside & out and therefore, was able to provoke him masterfully (which I go into more detail about here). However, Dean typically displays shame in the wake of such incidents. Only under the Mark's influence do we see Dean defend taking pleasure in causing pain.

[typicalopposite]

For God so loved the Earth, he made everything a human could do to save it kill them.

(You are watching Supernatural)

[cas-dyke]

she mark on my cain til i irrevocably harm my goofball lesbian best friend

[thebeautyofspn]

9x11 First Born

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Blood in Heaven and Hell — Chapter 14

Summary: Alex talks to Dean about what happened when she tried to break the control of The Mark of Cain on him.

Word count:~1.5k

Pairing: MOC!Dean Winchester x OFC!Alex Morgenstern

Warning: Trigger Warning: indirect discussion of non/dub-con.

Author Notes: A bit dark if you squint. Excited though for the characters. Possible implications of grace kink to come. 😜

Dedication: Dedicated to Zed- Leppelin on PB server (https://discord.gg/profoundbond) for finally helping me understand wtf a grace kink is.

Alex approached Dean’s door and knocked. She bounced from foot to foot waiting, knowing that he hasn’t really left his room today at all, and wondering if he is up for company. She wondered how he’ll react with everything that happened in the last two days, and if she’ll have to leave, to say goodbye to Sam and Cassie, and Rowena for a while. She will if that’s what he asks, but he doesn’t know that yet.

Alex knocked again louder and called out, “Dean! It’s Alex. Can we talk?”

Dean opened the door slowly and looked at her, his forest green pupils encased in slightly puffy eyes.

He backed away, pulling the door open, and let her come in.

She walked in and stood near the front of his desk and waited for him to close the door.

He closed the door and stood there as if he was just waiting for her to say something.

So, she takes the cue, “Hey, um, would you sit down?” She motioned to his bed and tried to look calm at him.

He glanced up at her face and nodded, and went over to sit on the bed.

She, however, remained standing at a distance from him. She rubbed her hand on her jeans and took a deep breath, “Dean, I wanted to talk to you about yesterday. And I’m sure you’re probably going over everything in your head, I know I have. I really just wanted to talk to you about everything with The Mark and my behavior.”

She quickly fell down to her knees, surprised and confused him, as she put her hands on his that were resting on his thighs, and then she continued, “I want you to understand that everything I did was consensual, but I realize and I recognize that your part more than likely wasn’t, and I wanted to offer my apologies and…any recompensation that I am able to give you.” She quickly added, “If you need or want that?”

Dean remained silent watching her face as she spoke, brow furrowed.

“Honestly, Dean, I wanted to ask you for forgiveness because I realized that you were at a point where you were unable to consent to anything.” She pushed off from his knees and stood back up, looking down at him as she backed away several feet. She looked at her feet, toeing the floor, as she spoke, “I know what it’s like to not to have control of your body. The actions that you do have no connection to your mind. I know what it’s like to be used and I know what it’s like to be the one who uses.” She paused for a few seconds to let him absorb the information in case he reacted. When he just sat there, she continued, “I admit that it is not something that I’ve ever forgiven myself for and I don’t think I ever could accept it from anyone or by anyone I hurt.” She paused, chewing on her lower lip, “Having the ability to warp people to your will is not as good as it sounds especially when you have a conscious and empathy.” Her eyes almost glazed over as she continued, “Especially when you’re angry at the world.”

Alex didn’t see that Dean was now looking at his lap, his brows furrowed still, his left eye squinted, and his mouth was partially open in confusion. He shook his head as she talked and looked up at her realizing that she wasn’t even looking at him. He saw her body language— the fear, panic, and past trauma relayed through her vulnerable words —that she took all the blame for what happened. Why?

“I just wanted you to know, Dean,” she glanced up at him and back to the floor, “that I’ll be happy to do whatever you think I can do to be worthy of your forgiveness if you’re ever able.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Dean said suddenly.

She was caught off guard and flinched at his words. In disbelief, she replied, “What?”

“I said, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Dean stood up and approached her as he spoke, “I’m amazed at what you can do and what you’re capable of doing. Yeah, the first didn’t work in the manner you thought it did. But it did help, and I was gaining control back. And yes, the latter, whatever it was, the feeling, the emotions that you had me feel. I don’t think that would’ve worked out the first time. I should be thanking you and asking you for forgiveness for everything I did. I know what I did to you, Alex. I remember. All of it. I felt the welts that you had on your back, bruising all the way from your shoulders to your thighs and your eyes.” He cupped the side of her jaw and gently rubbed his thumb across her cheek. “You had such beautiful eyes, a burnt gold, and as determined as you were to save me. I am amazed that you could walk out of there. I should be the one asking you for forgiveness, Alex, not the other way around.”

She looked at him in shock and dismay. This was the opposite of what she was expecting and it was throwing her into a panic.

He suddenly lifted up his shirt to reveal his mildly defined and smooth abdomen along with two glowing light blue handprints, her handprints, over his heart across his sternum, when she was finally freed him from The Mark's control.

Her jaw dropped to the floor as she approached him, looking closer, and her eyes widened beginning to understand what she was seeing. She immediately reached her hand out to the handprints on his chest, “What the fuck?” She touched them, her eyes glowed angelic blue and tears flowed as she was reimmersed in the feelings and memory of what happened as she begged him to take back control from The Mark. He did, finally, because she showed him everything she was feeling at that moment, including how she loved him. She told him how she felt for him with every emotion at that moment. She imbued him with her fear, her anger, her determination, her guilt, her loss, and her love for him, in addition to how she would feel abandoned if she lost him, unforgivable.

Dean chewed on his lower lip as he watched her reaction. “It scared me at first too. I thought—I thought you did something but I see you didn’t.”

She flinched and stepped back. Her mind scrambled for an answer but found none. She shook her head and shrugged, “I have no idea.” She stared at his chest and spoke again, “I had no idea I could do that,” she admitted. “I’ve never done that before, Dean. I don’t know how I did it other than something to do with strong emotions.” She paused mimicking him, chewing her own lower lip as her eyes glanced around the room in thought. “Castiel?”

He furrowed his brows, “I don’t know if I’m—ok with sharing that. It seems, um—“

“Intimate. Personal. Just between us,” she nearly whispered as she looked where the handprints were on his chest again.

He nodded and lowered his shirt as he eyed the floor.

“I could try to remove it,” she offered.

He shook his head and smiled sheepishly.

She walked up to him, an inch of space between them. “You like them there?”

He nodded, “The Mark seems calm with them there. Like they’re soothing it or something.”

“Oh,” she said, surprised. “Ok, just be careful.”

She went to walk to the door but he grabbed her wrist. She turned her look at him.

“I don’t need to forgive you. You did nothing wrong to me. You gave me what I needed to break its control but if you need it, I forgive you,” he stated.

She gave him a small smile as she turned to face him. She grabbed his hand and pulled him down, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Dean.” She let his hand go but he did not move away.

He cupped her jaw and laid a chaste kiss on her lips. He pulled away and said, “I feel the same way.” He took her hand and placed her hand on his clothed chest.

Her eyebrows shot up, “What?” She pulled away, confused, trying to figure out what he meant. She hadn’t said anything. She looked at his chest again then his face as she subtly shook her head. “What- what do you–”

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” Dean asked with a smirk.

Alex’s cheeks quickly turned pink. Her eyes moved to his shoes, “Um, I…just, um…” It has been a while since had been in this situation and for some reason, it was harder than she expected. She closed her eyes, grinned, and chuckled.

He suddenly picked her up causing her to gasp, grabbing his shirt and squealing, “Dean” as he walked to his bed and laid her on top of the coverlet. He laid down next to her, placing his arm under her neck, scooting her closer, and his other interlaced their fingers together She laid her head on his shoulder, grinning. She bit her lip and shyly looked up at him.

He looked down upon feeling her shift and slotted his lips lightly against her.

She hummed against his lips and pulled back quickly. “As much as I would love to continue this,” she sighed and placed a hand on his chest. “I need to see my brother. He isn’t doing well. I gotta get a few things before I do but I promise later today we will…do whatever you’d like.” She scooted up and kissed his nose. He wrinkled it at the contact and chuckled. “Ok,” he smiled and nodded.

“I can lay here for a few more minutes if you’d like.”

“I would like that,” Dean agreed and closed his eyes.

Tags: @fluffiest-dreams @riley-phoenix @myloversgone