#superatural

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The Mark of Cain originated from God and Lucifer, and the only two people that can provide information about that are Sam and Dean. Dean has had the Mark before, he knows the ins and outs of the curse whether he likes it or not. Dr. Strange and Wanda are the only ones that can do magic, and it’s not like Stephen is going to go to Asgard to convince Loki to help out. No, this is their business only. Asgard has nothing to do with this so it doesn’t make sense to involve them now.

“The only way to get the Mark off is using what we call the Book of the Damned. It’s a spellbook that contains the worst kind of spells, usually paired with cosmic consequences,” Sam explains.

“If you don’t want your God and Amara to be free, then we can’t use the Book of the Damned to remove it. I believe that if we can connect this mark to something from the multiverse, it won’t need to draw power from the Book of the Damned. We’d be able to remove it from her without releasing them. It would still bind them to their prisons but it won’t unlock by that book. Does that make sense?”

“So, how do we pair it to the multiverse?” Dean asks. “I thought God erased all other multiverses.”

“He erased the ones that you two were in. There are others without you in it, and those are the ones we will use.”

“How?” Sam asks.

“That’s why Wanda is here.” All eyes turn to her. “We need something that has equal power to the Book of the Damned. We need the Darkhold.”

“You want me to use it again?” She takes two steps back and shakes her head. “Knowing what happened the last time I used it?”

“What is the Darkhold?” Dean asks.

“Our version of the Book of the Damned,” Stephen explains. “Your spell is bound to the Book of the Damned. If we can create a new spell and trap it with a spell from the Darkhold, there won’t be any ties to your book. Therefore, no one in your world will be able to use it.”

“I think that’s a great idea!”

“I think that’s too good to be true,” Sam glares.

“Stephen, do you know what happened last time? I almost killed you and America.”

“We have a way to protect you, too. Everyone at Kamar Taj is willing to lend their magic so you can fall back onto them when it gets to be too much.”

“I can’t go back there. Not after I nearly destroyed it.”

“They have forgiven.”

Wanda looks away from the men and steps off to the side to think about what Stephen is asking her to do. Maybe she can ask Vision to use the mind stone to help strengthen her mind against the Darkhold if she accepts.

“This is a great plan and all, but how are we going to get to her? I can’t imagine she’ll go willingly.”

“I’m afraid there is only one thing that can help us right now. The Reality Stone.” He pauses to let that information sink in. “If we can manipulate her reality to think she is gaining more power, we can trap her.”

“What about me?” Wanda asks. “Why not let me do that and you use the Darkhold?”

“You’re the only one who can use it well. It was meant for you to use.” She sighs and looks away again in thought. “I need you at Kamar Taj to learn the spell and get used to its power.”

“When you mean the Reality Stone, you mean…?”

“The Reality Stone. I will turn it into its own person. It’s fairly easy but to do that, I need the stone which is on planet Knowhere with the Collector. It’s your job to steal it for me.”

“Come again?” Sam asks.

“Are you capable of doing that?”

“Why can’t you? You’re the one with magic,” Dean says.

“Yes, I’m the one with magic who has to help with the spell to help your little girlfriend. So, are you capable of stealing a magical stone for me?”

“Yes, we are,” Sam answers for his brother.

Stephen doesn’t respond and opens a portal to Kamar Taj. Wanda steps through the portal hesitantly knowing she has to do this to help to atone for her mistakes even if Strange says people have forgiven. The portal closes and Stephen opens the one to Knowhere.

“Before you go, I have to warn you. The collector is Taneleer Tivan, and he is cruel and obsessed with treasure and money. If he even so much as has an inkling of what you’re after, he will kill you.”

“Great,” Dean says sarcastically.

“Can you handle this?”

“Can you?” Dean challenges.

“What are you doing? Come on,” Sam whispers.

Both Sam and Dean feel guilty for your state because it’s their fault you’re like this. If they hadn’t wanted God and Amara locked away, you wouldn’t have come to visit them. If you never did, Sam would have never taken the Mark, therefore, keeping you from taking it. They have to do this for you. Sam and Dean gear up before stepping through the portal into Knowhere.

“I will open a portal in this exact spot in an hour.”

Dr. Strange closes the portal seconds later, and the brothers look around the dead planet in awe.

“Never have I ever thought we’d be in space much less on another planet.”

“Come on, we only have an hour.”

“How are we going to get the stone?”

“I don’t know. I’ll think of something. Just you get the stone, I’ll distract him.”

They walk into the Collector’s shop which is littered with a bunch of items. The place looks like a crowded flea market.

“How the hell am I supposed to look for a stone in here?” Sam whispers.

“Try the EMF reader. It picks up waves, right? I’m assuming an Infinity Stone gives off some sort of waves.”

Sam slips into the shadows while Dean continues straight, looking for the Collector. Some of the items are kind of cool, nothing like Dean has ever seen.

“Can I help you?” Dean looks up to see a tall man with white hair approach him. There is a woman with pink skin right behind him who doesn’t say a word. “Who are you?”

“Dean Winchester. I hear you’re the one to go to if you have something worth something, right?”

“You’ve heard right. Are you here to… donate?”

“You betcha.” Dean slings his duffel bag onto the table and zips it open. “I have a full bottle of holy oil.” He sets the bottle on the table but the Collector doesn’t look that impressed. “Not enough for you? Alright. I also have the First Blade. You know, the one with Cain and Abel.”

The Collector’s eyes light up when he sees the weapon. He holds his hands out to touch it but pulls back as if it will burn him.

“Go ahead. Touch it. You don’t have the Mark. It won’t hurt you.”

“You know what I could do with a blade like this?”

“Well, it doesn’t have juice without the Mark but I’m sure you can find some use for it, right?”

“You have no idea the possibilities this brings. Why are you giving it to me?”

“I’ve had enough pain to last a lifetime, and most of it is caused by this blade. So, you want it?”

“Carina! The finest alcohol for our dear friend,” the Collector smiles.

“Right away, sir,” the pink woman nods and scurries off.

Come on, Sam. Get the damn stone. Carina returns with a tray of alcohol that Dean can’t refuse. He has never tried anything that didn’t come from Earth, so this will be interesting. He accepts the drink only because Sam hasn’t returned from wherever he’s at. Or he might be dead because there is more than just the Collector inside this place.

“So, Earthling, where did you get something like this?”

“A friend gave it to me.” The Collector hums and grabs the blade from the box. Dean packs the holy oil knowing he doesn’t want it and slings the duffel bag over his shoulder. He spots movement from the corner of his eye before seeing his younger brother’s shaggy hair. “Well, this has been fun. Thanks for the drink but I must be going.”

Dean turns away to head to the front door, eager to get the hell out of there. There’s only so much space a person can take before becoming homesick. He’s almost at the front door when he hears a shriek come from the pink woman.

“Taneleer Tivan! They have the stone!”

“Run!” Sam gasps.

Sam and Dean book it out of the Collector’s place and straight to the place where Strange made the portal.

“You will not escape me, Dean Winchester!” Tivan shouts. “Carina! Get me that stone!”

“Where the hell is Strange?”

“I don’t know. It’s been an hour.”

The brothers are stuck with no way off this planet while the pink lady is running at them angrily. When she’s about a yard away from them, a portal opens behind them and both brothers jump through it.

“Close it!” Sam yells. Strange closes the portal before Carina can get to them, and they sigh in relief. “Never going to space again.”

“Did you get it?”

“Yeah, we got it. Next time, get your own damn stone.”

“Tivan doesn’t exactly like me. Anyway, let’s get started.”

Strange brings Sam and Dean deeper into the Sanctum Sanctorum to the place where Strange made you. He removes the stone from its protective carrier before putting it into the device. Strange uses magic and technology to bring the stone to life and in no time, a naked man steps out of the device the stone was placed into. A bright red stone is embedded into the man’s chest where his heart is. Strange grabs some clothes and hands them to the man who quickly changes into them.

“I’ve never seen a person being made like this before. Is he… like us?” Sam asks, cringing at how awkward his question is.

“Yes. Reality, we need help.”

“Reality will suffice for now,” he says in a deep voice.

“Listen, it’s about the time stone.”

“Ah, yes, little sister,” he smirks. Dean explains what’s going on starting from when you first came to them about God and Amara to escaping and going darkside. “So, you need me to give her a taste of her own medicine? I can do that.”

“Do not make me regret transforming you into a person,” Strange glares.

“Don’t worry, Strange. You won’t.”

You’re already halfway through the list you got from Spencer when you freeze. Something like waves is washing over your body. Waves that are coming from something powerful. The Mark burns brightly at the thought of something powerful calling to it. You want to ignore it but the urge is just too strong.

You drop the person whose life you just stole to the ground before leaving the house. You’re not sure where you’re going but the Mark does. It’s taking control now, leading you right to the thing it wants the most. The streets are desolate and every house you pass by is dark as if no one is home. You look around and frown at the lack of people but you keep on walking to wherever this thing is pulling you to.

You walk around the corner and see something shining in the middle of the street. That’s it. That’s the thing you’re attracted to. You’re not sure what it is but it’s pulling you toward it as if you have a rope tied around you. The closer you get, the more you see bone. Bone that’s in the shape of a blade with what looks like teeth on the blade.

You grab it and an immediate surge of power runs through your body. Red tendrils from your Mark up to your heart, and you close your eyes to bask in the power. This is so much better than killing with your power. It’s like you were meant to have this bone. You turn to leave when you spot someone standing on the other end of the street as if they can prevent you from leaving.

Their mistake.

“It’d be wise to leave before you get hurt.”

The man steps closer until the street light illuminates his face. You’ve never seen this man before so you’re not sure who he is but you bet you can take him with one flick of your wrist.

“Can’t do that little sister,” the man smirks. Little sister? Your only sibling is Vision and he is nowhere to be seen. The only reason this man calls you his little sister is because… Oh, Stephen… You didn’t. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

A red light shines where his heart is beneath his clothes.

“Reality,” you say. “You can’t stop me.”

You turn to escape the other way but Stephen Strange stands at the other end of the street. Before you can blink, Stephen sends a whip of magic at you, wrapping you inside his spell. Before you know it, you’re back inside the glass tube, this time, with a spell encasing it so you can’t escape. You look down to see the blade is gone which was just another trick by Reality.

“Let me out!!” you scream. You bang your fist on the glass but flinch back when it sends a painful shock through your body. Stephen, Reality, Vision, Wanda, Sam, and Dean walk into the room. “Please, let me out. I’m better. I can be better. Please let me out.”

Dean walks to the glass with tears in his eyes but he doesn’t let them fall.

“You’re not okay. I’m sorry for my part in this but we’re going to get you all better.”

“Let me out!” you scream at him.

“I’m not going to do that. I told you that in order to want to do the things I want to do with you, you have to get better and that’s what we’re going to do for you.”

He walks back to his brother when Vision steps up to the glass chamber.

“This is what’s best for you, Y/N.”

“Vision, look into my mind. I’m better now.”

The Mind Stone glows and connects with your mind, and your eyes glow the same color. He tries to manipulate your thoughts and feelings to get you to calm down and think rationally, but the Mark is too strong. You growl angrily and slam your body against the glass but the spell Stephen put there knocks you back.

“It’s not working. The Mark is too strong,” Vision says and steps back.

“Wanda, Reality, you’re up.”

Since Wanda destroyed all copies of the Darkhold when she was using it, Reality has to make a new one that only exists in this universe. It will be a less powerful copy so it won’t affect her as much as the original did, but it’ll be powerful enough to capture and contain the Mark. Red power swirls around Reality as he creates a new Darkhold, and Wanda steps up to it and uses her magic to connect with the power.

“Let her out,” Wanda instructs.

Everyone steps back as Strange uses his magic to undo the spell on the glass. Once you know you’re free, you break the glass and step forward angrily. You raise your arm to use your power on them but Wanda beats you to it. She blasts you with her red magic that encompasses your entire body. She chants the spell over and over again while her magic shoots right through the Mark on your wrist.

You scream out in pain and fall to your knees, unable to do anything but take what she is giving you.

“Dean! Please help me!” you beg through the tears.,

Sam holds his brother back from going to you. You’ll say anything to get it to stop and right now, they can’t stop until the Mark is off you. Wanda sucks the Mark off your body and straight to her. Strange conjures a magical box that traps the spell, keeping it in its physical form. You fall completely on the ground and Dean rushes over to you despite his brother’s protests. He pulls you into his arms and you cry into his chest at the aftereffects of bearing the mark.

Reality creates a box to hold the spell and locks it tightly with Strange’s magic. It’s over. It’s finally over and God and Amara are still locked away. You sniffle and use Dean’s help to stand. Vision, Reality, and Wanda step back to give you some privacy as Stephen walks over to you and Dean.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you cry. “I’m sorry for everything I did. I’ll accept any punishment you give me.”

“I forgive you,” Stephen bites out.

“What?”

“Look, you’re just a child. You have a lot to learn. While this was a really bad fuck up, I didn’t do a good job training you.”

“So, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I’ll be more strict on you checking up with me. We will have weekly sessions where I train you, and don’t do shit without me knowing.”

“Yeah, you got it.”

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to clean up your mess.”

Stephen might have forgiven you right now but you know the real punishment will come with the rigorous training he’ll give you. He joins Reality’s side and takes the spell to keep in Kamar Taj where it will always be protected.

“How are you feeling?” Dean asks.

“Guilty like a lot. Is that normal?”

“Yeah. If you come back to the Bunker with me and Sam, I might have something that will help with that,” he chuckles.

“Like what?”

“Like this.” Dean pulls you close and kisses you. While it doesn’t take your guilt away, it does bring back the butterflies. The kiss is short and sweet but it leaves you wanting more. “You’re going to need people on your side like Sam and me.”

“Thanks for not giving up on me,” you whisper. “I want to go back to the Bunker but I should stay here for a little bit. You know, face up to my actions. I can’t let Stephen clean up my mess without me.”

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

“I promise I won’t let you wait long,” you smile.

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