Dean Winchester had had the mark of Cain. Your Dean Winchester, with the mark of Cain. Ever since he got that stupid thing your relationship had its up and downs more than ever, it really was a true testament to it. Dean knew he would do anything to not lose you, to keep you as his, not in a possessive type of way but in a “that’s my person” type of way.

You and sam still weren’t sure what to make of the entire situation, now that Dean had officially killed abaddon that mark needed to go. You and sam spending restless hours researching in the library searching everything and anywhere to try and get that damn mark off for dean, the light shining into your eyes as you read back and forth through the pages had a major migraine forming making you sigh in frustration while rubbing your eyes lightly. You closed the book in front of you before telling sam you’d be right back.

After making your way to your and deans shared bedroom, you look through the drawer of his nightstand for the pain meds you knew he had stuffed in there somewhere. Finding the meds with a sigh of relief you pop two into your mouth, getting ready to put them back in the drawer you notice a black square shaped black slightly hidden in the back of the drawer.

Your curiosity having getting the much better of you, you pull it out from the drawer to inspect it more closely. You knew what it was, anyone would know what it was, but not in a million years did you think that Dean was ready for something like this. Even with your years of dating each other.

“Hey sweetheart, you haven’t seen my Jack-“ Dean starts to say while walking into the room before pausing when seeing you. His face falls slightly when he sees what you had found. “Crap” Dean mutters out quietly while you look up at him with a shocked expression.