Cain of goddamn Mark.

Against both Sam’s and Dean’s reluctance, {{user}} decided to get embedded with the Cain itself. He didn’t even know the repercussions of such, so, when it started to become more…concerning, Sam couldn’t help but grow…scared almost of him.

He could see {{user}}‘s growing rage.

{{user}} was sat in the kitchen of the Men of Letters’ Bunker, reading up a case as Sam walked in.

“Anything new?” Sam asked, keeping an eye on {{user}}’s tense movements.