Chapter 14: Cain you feel it?

The cold night air hit the man's face in such a way he couldn't stop himself from wincing, having stepped from the uber with phone in hand. He was home, and from what he could tell nothing seemed to be amiss as the car behind him let out a roar and rolled away into the darkness. Donnie watched it go, hesitating, he knew if a demon had decided to jump him he'd be mostly powerless but there was a calming presence that settled over his aching gut.

With a throbbing head, sore legs and the intense need to sleep the dark skinned man made his way up the path towards his small home. His boots kicked at a couple scattered rocks as he attempted to fix his yellow glasses on his nose, his eyes down on the bright light of his phone. It's blue hue flashing as he scrolled through the twitter account he had been editing, the negative comments were racking up and Donnie did his best to delete the notification as they came but it was as if someone had rung a bell in the darkest parts of the internet causing the scum of the earth to rise up against the team. Donnie let out a sigh, feeling dread in his heart as he pushed into the warm home only to nearly run into a stranger who stood only a few inches from the door.

"What the--" Donnie scrambled back as he looked at the other with wide eyes.

The man stood only a few inches above him, a smile clean on his face despite the startle he was given. His hair a light brunette, eyes a golden brown as he grinned towards the man.

"Who are you?" Donnie growled, dropping his phone as pulled a pen from his pocket. Holding it up towards the man,

"Fear not!" He man's voice angelic as he spoke, a warmth covered the hunter as he watched the angel float a few inches from the ground.

"For I am an angel of the Lord," A bright light seemed to cascade down from nowhere, casting the angels shadow against the wall. Donnie could make out three sets of wings in the other's shadow, his entire body felt flushed with a warmth he couldn't describe. He hesitated, he knew trusting right off the bat wasn't exactly in the hunters handbook but with a display like that? He could almost hear the angels sing.

He dropped to the ground, laughing and pulling a snapback over his head. Turning it so it was backwards,

"Whats up, man!" The sudden shift in the other demeanor caused Donnie to laugh, "I'm Israfil!"

"Israfil?" Donnie gasped, "Wow! That was cool!" He glanced behind the other as if he expected to see the man's wings. "Can you fly with those?"

"Yes! But I'm not suppose to,"

"Why did you float?"

"I don't know, I thought it'd look cool, did it work?"

"Hell yeah! I'm Donnie, or Don!"

Israfil grabbed Donnies hand, shaking it violently with glee flooding his rosy cheeks. "I'm the angel of music, I'm here to protect you!"

"Whoa, wait, of music?"

"That's right!" Israfil laughed, standing up straight, "And I was assigned to keep you safe,"

Donnie felt a burst of excitement and pride, he had an angel assigned to him? That must mean he was on the right path, something he had been fighting with since meeting the other two.

"So you're gonna help me?"

"Sure!! Think of me as your arranged friend,"

"Great, cause do I need some help with this? '' Donnie trusted the man a bit more than he usually would, he recalled his brother having an encounter with an angel and described nearly the same experience. He felt a rush of excitement but also of dread at what was to come.

"Lead the way," Israfil chuckled

Donnie nodded towards his new friend, going into detail now about the idea that had been flooding his mind the past few hours, an idea he felt would change the game for hunters forever. Israfil followed him without hesitation. He floated behind the man as if his feet refused to touch the ground.

"This looks like the start of a beautiful war," Israfil laughed.

***

The hospital abuzz with chaos, nurses throwing themselves from one station to the next. Eyes wide with panic as another stretcher came rushing in, a man with wide eyes and black sweat dripping from his roared in agony.

"What's happening to me!" He yowled into the sanitized air of the hospital.

The large building had been covered with people who have contracted an unknown 'virus', with a blackness so deep it was like the darkest parts of the ocean. From room to room the nurses scattered, nearly knocking into one another as they went about their business. With white floors, walls and ceiling the darkness stood out bright in the blaring LED lights above.

"Doctor, what do we do?"

The doctor stared down at his patient, rolling a pen between his fingers as his mind raced. With dark hair pushed nearly to the side, that is, aside from a small bit that stuck out in the front no matter what he did to it. His brown eyes held a tablespoon of green near the pupils as he raced the patient with his gaze.

"I'm not sure." He said this was something new. He was aware of the ever growing darkness, though it was a slow growth he heard others talking about it in hushed whispers around the hunting circles he was a part of. His eyes dancing from the woman back to the nurse who stood beside him, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. He was aware of the darkness turning people into a zombie like state but these people seemed to have themselves eaten from the inside out.

He silently wondered if any of this woman would be left when the darkness finished it's meal, it would explain why he found himself unable to find any patient with the ability to free themselves of the sludge.

"She's going to be okay," he replied in a soft voice, attempting to keep his interest in what was happening quiet.

He had grown up in a family that hunted creatures of all kinds, his father teaching him everything he knew while his mother watched from the sidelines, that is, until his father passed away mysteriously. The nurse beside him shuffled uncomfortably, nodding as she did so,

"Are you sure?" She murmured,

"Go find doctor Mason," the brunette said, not replying to the woman. She nodded at him, her blonde curls bouncing as she turned and left the room.

Cain took a seat on the chair beside his patient,

"Does she deserve it?" A voice murmured into his ear, causing the doctor to scoff lightly.

"Does anyone?"

Her breath coming out raspy, chest falling up and down in a slow motion. The doctor eyed her for a few extra seconds as the gears in his head turned before placing a hand on her forehead.

"Kill the camera," he whispered,

The shadow under him shuttered, moving lightly under the other's feet before it flew at the ceiling. The black shadow covered over the large circular camera, cutting the view of the doctor. He sucked in a few breaths, closing his eyes his hand glowed against her skin. Gulping in air as the blackness slowly seeped from her skin and ran into the palm of his open hand racing up his arm vanishing in his Carmel skin. his shadow returned to him only a heartbeat later.

The woman's breathing shuttered before returning to a normal whistle, the sound of the heart monitor beeping softly made the man give a small smile.

"You've been blessed," he whispered,

"Blessed or cursed?"

"Blessed, Cherm."

The door opened a few seconds later, Cain turned attention to the opened door with his hands hidden behind his back. Giving the head of the hospital a smile,

"Sir,"

The doctor nodded at the other before glancing over the woman.

"The nurse said...she was close to death but.." the man narrowed his dark eyes, looking towards Cain who shrugged.

"I gave her some trimethoprim," Cain replies smoothly, it wasn't a complete lie. He had given her a dose but that wasn't what saved her.

"Well...I suppose that's one down," the doctor turned to the nurse now, chatting with her for a few minutes and nodding to Cain once more.

"We'll have to talk more about that later, start giving the others trimethoprim as well," with that the dark skinned man turned on his heels, leaving the room with the nurse at his heels.

"They'll find out" Cherm whispered

"No, they'll give it to the others, they won't respond to it, they'll think she never had it," he knew the way the hospital worked, the way the head doctors worked, silently wondering how he would ruin the samples of the darkness that had been collected.

"Lunch"

"Yes, it's lunch time," he said to the shadow, who shuttered with Glee.

***

"Mom, I'm home," Cain announced into the small, cozy home. The door swinging opened to the darkness of the room, it smelled of dust and mold that Cain couldn't seem to find. The apartment held two bedrooms, a small living room and a kitchen not far from that. A woman with long grey hair looked up at him from her spot on the bright red couch, it was ripped and torn apart in multiple places from a cat that seemed to have been lost long ago.

"Hello my king of kings!" She cooed, getting to her feet with a smile. Her once bright green eyes were dulled from years of unknown abuse and manipulation. Cain wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight to his frame. She rubbed his back with a small laugh, resting her head on his chest.

"Hey Cain," A voice popped up from the kitchen, their tight curls bunched up into an afro that laid against their dark caramel skin, brown eyes bright with warmth upon seeing the other, their lips a bright red from the lipstick of the day.

"Amaryllis," Cain acknowledged, looking down at his mother who refused to let her son go. Humming softly to herself,

"Has Amaryllis been good today, mom?" He whispered into her hair, his mother nodded softly.

"Yes, always good," The woman chuckled, finally letting go of her son and sitting down in front of the TV. Cain looked at the small, old tv set with a shake of his head. The screen was static, letting out a soft whine.

"Mom, you're not watching anything again," Cain murmured, his shadows shuttered and moved out from under him. Making for the tv and turning the old knob on the black and white set, the tv hissed and switched to a game show. The sound of the audience clapping filled the room,

"Oh," His mother laughed, "Thank you Cherm," she said towards the shadow as she settled down to watch the show.

Cain shook his head, turning and making his way into the kitchen he wrapped his arms around the other with a sigh. Letting his head rest on theirs,

"Cain, are you okay?" They whispered, turning to look at the other.

"Long day," He murmured, they tilted their head at him before placing a kiss on the side of the man's mouth. Leaving a small stain of lipstick against his skin,

"Dinner is almost ready," They said, turning their attention back to the dishes that were scattered around them.

He let them go, making for his room with a soft sigh. Collapsing on the bed with a groan of frustration. Pulling out his phone with a frown on his lips, opening up twitter he felt a rush of anger as he scrolled onto SingersSalt's twitter page, their new hashtag was starting to gain some traction and that turned the doctors blood to fire.

"So, the king of kings is stupid enough to tell the world who he is," Cain murmured, Cherm settled beside the man taking the shape of a human now but with his entire being completely black aside from the white eyes that bore down on the phone.

"You are the true King," The shadow hissed, "The angels do not decide who the king is,"

Cain scoffed, glaring at the Chamulet around Abel's neck before pulling his own necklace out. It was the same color, texture, but it looked more like a sun than whatever Abel's was.

"The true king," Cherm murmured, bowing his head at the other. Cain nodded towards the creature, "They will understand soon," Cain insisted, "I can feel myself getting stronger with every day,"

"And soon the darkness will listen to you without hesitation,"

Cain sat up, looking towards the intruder with a bored expression. She closed the door behind her, having strolled into the apartment without anyone batting an eye. Long red hair bouncing with each step,

"Obizuth, what do I owe this....well I'm not going to say pleasure,"

"What the hell, why does everyone say things like that about me," She groaned, waving a hand at him.

"Nevermind, I have news,"

He tilted his head at the other, Cherm seemed to vibrate with excitement beside him.

"Chamuel toasted Onoskelis,"

"I saw that video,"

Obizuth let her hands drop to the side, letting out a loud slap as she did so. "What the hell? Who was taking a fucking video?"

"Everyone has a phone now," He shrugged at her, holding up his phone, she rolled her eyes and cleared her throat.

"Okay, whatever," She snarled,

"I saw you get your ass beat," Cherm laughed out, his voice gargled as he spoke. His white eyes bright against the darkness of his body.

"Shut up," she groaned, "I have news, do you want it or not?"

"Is the news that you got your ass kicked?" Cain replied, arching an eyebrow at the other.

"Oh, fuck you,"

"Alright, if that's what you want," Cain shot her an evil grin, causing her to return it,

"I think I have a few minutes, think you can last that long?" She asked, making towards the other now. Sitting on his lap, causing the shadow to vanish into the darkness.

"First the news," He insisted, running his hands up and down her back.

"Sam winchester," She murmured into his ear, grinding lightly against him as she did so.

"I got a location, if you can get in good with him, you can get in good with Abel,"

Cain's smile widened at the others words, the discomfort in his pants apparent now as he rolled with her. Holding her down to the bed with an evil glint in his gaze,

"Sometimes you're good for some things," he whispered, his words coming between clenched teeth as he used a hand to unbutton her shorts.

***

"Why are we here?" Sam asked Baal as they sat in front of the large building, a pair of sunglasses covered his eyes as he glanced around him. Holding a drink in one hand, eyebrows narrowed. The building was large with glass windows surrounding every corner it seemed, with a modern looking set of doors at the front where people swarmed in and out. 'Museum of modern art' tacked onto the front in bold, black lettering. It sat in a forest of steel buildings, scattered shops, restaurants and homes surrounded it.

"This is the Museum," He said simply as if that would answer the others' question, fiddling with the straw in his drink making a soft, and annoying, noise that made Sam's teeth clench.

"No," Sam said sarcastically, "I had no idea,"

He followed Baal's gaze, noticing the others' blue eyes seemed to be locked on something. He saw a security guard standing outside talking to a few men in suits, her hair bounced around her shoulders in messy waves, blonde hair framed her face and turned to a dark chestnut as it went down. Her caramel skin shone lightly in the hazy sunshine.

"Did we come here to watch a girl?" Sam tried to keep the shock out of his voice, looking towards the other who stopped moving his straw, seeming to freeze up.

"No, that's just the night security guard," Baal said, though the no came out in such a way that made Sam smile. Who knew demons could have a crush?

"Oh, of course," Sam chuckled, "My bad,"

The two sat in silence for a few more minutes, Baal sipped his drink letting out a sigh. Sam glanced towards the other and back to the museum, his head no longer hurt and though he was skinnier than he'd ever been he was silently thankful Castiel had given him a visit to update him on Dean, and heal what he could of Sam's wounds.

"Paintings in there," Baal said suddenly as the woman walked away from the men in suits and made her way to the parking lot. Baal now had his attention back on Sam, sucking in the air from the empty soda container.

"The one you told me about?" Sam asked, putting a hand on Baal's drink and slowly pushing it down so he'd stop sucking on the straw.

"Mhm," Baal nodded

"And what...do we need it for?"

"It's got the other half of the prophecy on it somewhere," He said with a grunt, getting up and dusting off his purple hoodie before taking Sam's trash and his own, dumping it into a small trash bin. Sam watched Baal lean down and pick up a few extra scattered pieces of trash on the floor and throw it away,

"I guess, is it really important?" Sam tilted his head towards the man,

"Not sure," Baal admitted, pulling out a small bottle of hand sanitizer. "We won't know till we get it."

"How are we going to get it?"

Baal didn't answer Sam, he held out the bottle for the other who rolled his eyes and accepted the strong smelling liquid. Sam still couldn't wrap his head around Baal who seemed to be the opposite of any demon he met, not only was he not a complete dick but he also seemed to hate germs, not allowing Sam to sit on his motorcycle without putting on the sanitizer.

"Why didn't we bring Butch?" Sam asked as he rubbed his hands together, Baal seemed to dislike the other hunter, sticking close to Sam despite Sam's annoyance with a few of Baal's quirks.

"Don't trust him," Baal replied simply.

"But you trust me?"

Baal pulled his keys out of his pocket, making his way towards the motorcycle. Sam got to his feet, following after with a puzzled look on his features. Baal glanced back at Sam, his mustache seemed to curve up with his smile.

"Mhm," he nodded before pulling himself onto the bike, holding out a helmet for Sam only for someone to smack it from Baal's grip causing the demon to look shocked as the helmet landed with a clank on the floor.

Standing before them was the security guard from the museum, her amber eyes like a hot fire. She stood with arms crossed, her chest puffed out as she pointed a finger at Baal.

"Are you stalking me?"

Sam and Baal both shot each other with a look of surprise, "W-Wait," Sam started, attempting to defuse the situation. She held up a finger at him,

"Shut up," She snapped, turning to Baal who stood up now with his hands up as if to show he meant no harm. He towered over her yet she didn't seem to care, shoving a finger in his chest as she spoke, his nose wrinkled with the anger in her eyes.

"Listen here, I've chased you out of that museum too many times for it to be a coincidence, so you and your--" She turned to Sam, eyeing him for a few heartbeats, "twink need to stop coming around here,"

Baal opened his jaw to speak but was positively frozen as the woman continued to lay into him, "And if I find you anywhere near my apartment, I'll put a bullet in your brain before you have a chance to even think of coming into my house," She race her thumb over her neck in a quick motion, lifting up her jacket to show the gun that had been properly placed in its holster.

"I don't care about going back to jail,"

She let the jacket drop back over the weapon, huffed at him before turning on her heels and storming off. Baal watched her go with wide eyes, Sam looked towards him in complete shock.

"What the hell?"

"I uh…" Baal shuffled uneasily, "Might have been staking out this place for awhile,"

Sam couldn't believe the courage the woman showed, but then again, she couldn't have known Baal was a king from hell. Baal raced his fingers through his hair, feeling his face turn a light shade of red.

"Whats a twink?" Sam asked

"Don't worry about it," Baal grumbled,

"I'm googling it," Sam pulled out his phone,

"Make sure your safe search is one," Baal said, picking up his helmet and placing it on Sam's head who now looked in shock at the google results.

Sam gave the other an irritated look as he got on the back of the demon's motorcycles.

***

"She's always coughing," The woman said to Cain who was leaning down to look in the child's mouth with a small flashlight. His eyes narrowing lightly as he attempts to look deeper, the skin on the top of her throat looks raw and red.

"Did you get her the flu shot?"

The woman hesitated, "We've been over this," Cain murmured, standing now so he could look at the woman whose blonde hair had been tied back messily, a pout on her lips.

"Vaccines save lives," Cain felt a jolt of anger, he didn't care if the woman gave her kid vaccines or if she threw the girl into a pit. He just hated how she always insisted on taking up his time whenever she could.

"I just did my own reading," She insisted, Cain sighed as he wrote 'still an idiot' on his notes.

"Just pick her up some over the counter flu medicine, she'll be fine in a few days," Cain didn't wait for a response from the woman, he pushed his way out of the room and into the busy hospital. Eyes down on the charts in his hands as he attempted to look busy to prevent anyone from chatting with him.

He was nearing the end of his day now, according to Obizuth, Sam was somewhere close by and the man could feel the itch in his skin to find and meet the other. He knew Abel was a trusting man, too trusting, considering he was being easily manipulated. It wouldn't be difficult to find his way into the others inner circle, especially considering they shared blood.

"I'm leaving early," Cain said as he walked past a man in a suit that seemed a touch too big for him, the man looked startled by the others voice but didn't say anything in return. Cain made his way down the long hallways, pulling out his cell phone to check his notifications. A message sent to him by Obizuth caught his eye, he clicked it open and read through it rapidly. A small smile came to his lips, he knew where Sam was. A message from his mom jumped to the screen, he eyed the word on the screen before putting the phone to his ear.

It buzzed against his skin for a heart beat before someone answered,

"She wants milk?" He arched an eyebrow,

"Kind of? We have milk, but apparently the angel's said something about milk," Amaryllis sighed into the phone, Cain pulled his keys from his pocket as he left the building and entered the parking garage. Cain opened his jaw to reply to them only for his words to be cut off,

"Doctor Granjero!" The woman shouted, her blue eyes covered by a pair of sunglasses, an angry look on her face as she dragged her daughter from behind her.

"I need to call you back," Cain said into the phone, pocketing it and looking around him quickly to make sure no one could see them.

"Mrs. Stiller, I'm off duty," He said simply, she didn't seem to hear him and if she did she didn't care.

"I can't give her flu medicine!" She continued, pointing to the small child who refused to meet the doctor's gaze.

"Than don't," He said, a sharp touch to his words, "I don't care how she dies,"

The woman looked at him in shock as he strolled past her,

"you can't say that," She looked at him with her mouth hanging out reminding Cain of a fish. He turned back to her, smiling.

"I can say whatever I want," He said,

"No you can not," She barked, "I will have your job,"

"You think my manager cares what a fat idiot has to say?" He laughed, the woman's face turned a bright shade of red.

"How dare you!" She snapped, pulling out her phone. Cain frowned, he clicked his tongue and a rush of wind exploded past him.

The woman didn't see it coming as sharp claws snagged her and dragged her its darkness, the woman let out a wait of surprise as she scrambled to get out of the deep, dark abyss that was Cherm. She twisted, turned, fought, but it was fruitless as she slowly vanished into the darkness. Cherm shoving his hands deep into his own mass before pulling them out and letting out a hiss. Cain clicked his tongue once again, the shadow returned to its master. The scream of the little girl didn't bother Cain, if she was strong she would learn from this experience, and if not? She wasn't his patient, so why should he care.

Entering his car the doctor pulled from the parking lot, silently thankful he had pulled the security cameras from around his parking lot out. The hospital was far too cheap to replace a few random ones so long as he was careful about where he stood. His car glided calmly over the opened highway, mind a buzz with thoughts and ideas. How was he going to get Sam to trust him? It wasn't like he could just walk up and introduce himself, or could he? His mind flashed to Cherm, grinning at the shadow.

"Alfred,"

His phone beeped from where it sat on his dashboard, "Yes Mr. Wayne,"

"Text Amaryllis, tell her I'll be home late."

The phone beeped, after a few heart beats the phone dinged,

"Okay, your mom is in bed. My pronouns are they them, love," The phone read out. Cain leaned back into his chair, scoffing to himself.

***

Sam watched the TV that was sitting above him, Baal sat beside him. Chatting with a few people that the hunter didn't know, silently wondering what crazy demon deal he was striking. They sat in a bar that reminded Sam of a pub out of a movie, with people all around drinking from large glasses, the chairs and tables rounded and settled sporadically through the room. He sat at the bar top, with his chin resting on his opened palm, elbow on the polished wood.

Baal laughed as he continued to talk, drinking his beer from a larger glass than Sams with a long straw sticking out of the golden liquid. His mind drifting back to Abel and Chamuel, neither had replied to him recently which always made him a tight bit anxious.

"Dean, I hope you're watching over those two," He murmured to himself, eyes moving off the sports game and down to his drink. A rush of pain flashed through his veins, the thought of his brother still choked him up. It felt as though he'd lost a half of him and couldn't seem to get it back, no matter what he did.

Suddenly a jolt of pain flew through his veins, Sam gasped in shock as pain clocked over his leg. He wore pants a little too short, leaving a small bit of his skin showing. He looked in horror as a rat, black as the night, raced away from him having left large tooth marks in his skin.

"Was that a fucking rat?" Sam shouted in surprise, Baal watched with a tilt of his head as it raced away. Baal shrugged,

"Probably wanted a beer,"

"Thanks, I could have rabies now,"

Baal held up his beer, turning his attention back to the others he spoke too.

"Come on," Sam groaned, lifting his leg up to inspect the cut. "I hate New York,"

"Excuse me," Glancing towards the voice, a man stood next to him. Picking up a drink he had just ordered, his dark brown eyes glancing over the bite on Sam's skin.

"I'm a doctor, would you like me to look?"

Sam blinked in surprise, a doctor had just gone to get himself a drink at the perfect time? It sounded fishy to Sam, looking down at the cut he reached into his pocket and pulled out a flask of holy water.

"Uh, yeah, thanks. Should I go get a tetanus shot? Or rabies?"

Sam watched as Cain looked over the small bite,

"Leg down," Cain said, going to his knees, the doctor pulled out a small box from the front pocket of his blazer. Sam watched with narrowed eyes as he held the flask up, letting a small bit fall out and onto Cain's head who looked up at him with confusion,

"Oh!" Sam laughed nervously, feeling embarrassment roll through his veins.

"Sorry, I uh,"

"Was checking that I wasn't a demon?" Cain offered, arching an eyebrow at the hunter whose face turned a shade of red.

"H-How…?"

"There...are a lot of hunters in New York," Cain chuckled, swabbing the bite with some alcohol, patting it dry before placing a disinfectant on the bite and closing it with a roll of white bandages.

"No shot needed, rats can't carry rabies and honestly? You probably had a tetanus shot recent enough," Cain winked playfully at Sam before standing up fully.

"Well thank you," Sam chuckled, feeling comfortable now as the other smiled at him. He reminded Sam of someone, he couldn't place his finger on it.

"I'm Sam," Sam said, "Winchester,"

Cain looked shocked at the name reveal, blinking a few times and taking the man's hand with a broad smile, shaking it firmly.

"No shit, huh? You're Sam Winchester,"

Sam felt his face burn once again, laughing as he pushed his long hair from his face.

"Yeah, that's me,"

"You're--" He pointed at Sam, pulling out his cell phone and scrolling for a few heartbeats before showing the phone to Sam.

"Yep! That's me," Sam chuckled as he saw the picture of himself on the boys twitter page. His eyes tracing over the semi cryptic message,

"So you...know him…?" Cain whispered, pointing to Abel, his eyes glowing as if he had just met his hero.

"Well...yeah, he's my nephew," Sam scratched the back of his head nervously, nudging Baal lightly and nodding towards the doctor.

"Well, I guess," Cain let out a sigh, keeping an excited glow in his features, "That makes you my uncle as well,"

Sam and Baal froze, both looking at Cain with a puzzled expression.

"Well...uncle in...law?" Cain chuckled, "I'm Cain, Abel's half brother."