Time Can't Heal All Wounds
The darkness surrounded her, but Kris could still see, a small pinprick of light, so far off there was no way she could ever get to it. At first she tried running to it, but no matter how fast she moved the light stayed a pinprick. Finally she stopped and tried to catch her breath. Her chest ached from running so hard. 'No, that's not right," she thought taking one deep breath after another. "I've never had trouble breathing after a run, much less having my chest hurt." There had to be another reason. That's when it hit her. Wasn't I just talking to a Reaper? Yea, and he said I wasn't dying. Oh Shit! Realizing what that light might be she turned her back on it. Her chest started hurting more. She waked further into the black, her chest hurting more and more the further she went. But it's not burning, she thought.
After what felt like forever she lost track of walking. It was like waking up from a dream you didn't realize was a dream. Her arms felt heavy, in fact her whole body felt as if a heavy, wet blanket were holding her to the bed. Her throat hurt, and she tried to swallow. This couldn't be right, if Gadreel had healed her shouldn't all of her aches be gone like last time.
"Gad.." she tried to chock out but a rough, dry and scratchiness was still in her throat and all that came out was a groan.
"Easy, Kris," a voice told her. "I have not healed you completely."
What! Why the hell not, she wanted to ask but that little groan had killed her throat, so she just shook her head.
"I needed to make sure I would not hurt you again."
Even though her eyes wouldn't open, Kris still rolled them. She tried with all her will to force her eyes open. The room seemed ungodly bright and she scrunched her eyes closed. An audible click and the brightness disappeared, and her eyes opened a little.
Everything was blurry as hell. Shapes and shadows only, but she could tell Gadreel's shape. The glowing halo gave him away. Kris felt her mouth curl into a small smile and she lifted her hand off the bed.
Gadreel's finger found hers and they were surprisingly warm for an angel. "I…still…see…it," she forced out of her sore throat.
His hand tightened on hers, "It is good to hear your voice."
Her smile increased. "Now…fix…the rest," she demanded.
Thirty minutes after waking up the doctor and nurse's were shocked as hell. The bleed was gone and Kris seemed just fine. 'A miracle," was being spoken around the hospital and Kris didn't care what they chalked it up to, she just wanted out. The Doctor wanted her to remain over night for observations and Gadreel tried to convince her to listen to him.
"Hell No!" she said. "I am so done with hospitals. I am leaving, Now!"
After signing more paperwork then a Crossroads deal, Kris, with Gadreel right beside her, was walking out of the hospital.
"Take me back to the bunker," Kris said. "We need to talk with Sam."
Kris walked into the bunker and found Sam at the War Room table. "Sam," she called down to him. He looked up, a smile crossed his face and Kris grinned back.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," he said as she descended the stairs.
"Thanks," she said. "Pleasantries aside, we need to talk about Dean."
Sam nodded, "Yea, Gadreel told me about Crowley's call."
Kris shook her head, "Crowley didn't explain everything and I know you are working under the assumption that he did this to Dean."
"He did. Crowley turned my brother into a demon."
Shaking her head, Kris sat on the edge of the table, as Gadreel took his own seat. She had refused to explain anything to him until Sam was in on the conversation too. "The Mark did this."
She gestured to a chair and surprisingly Sam took it. "What I am about to tell you is the history of The Mark of Cain."
Even Gadreel looked a little surprised. "'In the beginning, God created the heaven and the Earth. And the Earth was without form and void; and Darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light, and there was light.'" She paused in her speech, "You see where I am going with this, right?"
Sam nodded his head, "Yea that's the Book of Genesis, verses one through three."
"That's the Sunday school version of the beginning. In reality it was a lot less fuzzy and a lot more bloody. Before there was God and the Archangels, there was The Darkness, an amoral force, that only cared about destruction. The war to contain it was bloody, but God and his Archangels were able to banish it. I wasn't told how," she looked to Gadreel, "and I am one hundred percent sure it was looong before your time." Gadreel nodded. "So God locked it away and created the Mark to contain it. The Mark serves as lock and key and was given to Lucifer."
"So the Mark of Cain should really be called the Mark of Lucifer?" Sam asked. Kris rolled her eyes.
"We can call it what ever we want, but it's still evil. You see the Mark started to assert it's own will and began to corrupt Lucifer."
Gadreel stood up, "So my brother became jealous of God's creation of men because of the Mark?"
Kris nodded, "And because of that, God banished Lucifer to Hell. Well long story short, after Lucifer created Lilith he really wanted to stick it to Daddy Dearest. So he gave the Mark to Cain, who has now given the Mark to Dean. But the mark has a will of it's own. It won't let the bearer die. The Mark has twisted Dean's soul so bad, that he is now a demon. That's the bad news."
Sam scoffed, "You mean there is good news?"
Kris smiled and nodded, "He can be cured." She waited for that to sink in. "It means he can be turned back to a human, Sam."
She waited again. This was where plan C would come in. She looked around and amazingly the paper she had been writing her Plan C on was still at the end of the table. "Before Crowley and Dean took off," she wasn't going to say, 'Before Crowley tried to kill me.' "I had an idea." She pulled the paper to her and showed it to Sam and Gadreel. "We cure 'Dean-mon',"
Sam interrupted her, "Dean-mon?"
Kris shrugged her shoulders, her eyes fixed on the paper in front of her. "What? It sounds pretty neat. Anyway, after we cure him, or even before we cure him, we get Kevin to fix the tablet and have him start trying to translate the part Metatron made so hard to read. There has to be more in there about the Mark."
"And if there isn't?" Gadreel asked.
Kris squinted her eyes at him, "We cross that bridge when we get to it."
Over the next two weeks, between Sam searching for demonic signs, Castiel coming and going (Cas had decided to try and get Heaven back on it's feet, he was trusting Gadreel to act as the go between for Sam, Kris and himself.) Kris found she had a lot of free time since arriving. She didn't like it. It gave her time to think and it wasn't about things she wanted to remember. The nightmares were back.
Nearly every night she had woken up in a cold sweat, with her hand covering her mouth to keep from screaming. The nightmares were the same, with a few differences. It would switch from Dean to Ilium torturing her, but it always ended with Crowley stabbing her. She could tell it was a dream, but her body would lock up and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't wake herself up. It wasn't until she felt the blade burn it's way through her abdomen that she was able to throw herself into full awakens. On the nights she didn't dream of torture it was just a crushing black weight. It became so bad Kris would find reasons not to sleep.
If Sam noticed her lack of sleep, he kept it to himself. It killed her not to be able to confide in him. But then she would have to explain 'other' things including the scar on her back and that was not something Sam needed to know. It was only a matter of time though.
One night Kris jerked awake but wasn't able to keep the scream inside. It was loud and long before she realized she was actually making the noise. She cut the scream short but this brought up other images. Angry voices, shouts, and then a yell cut short. "No, no, no," she mumbled, rubbing her temple as hard as she could. "I am not going there."
"Going where?" a voice asked from her door.
She jerked and looked towards the door to see Gadreel standing there, he looked worried. "Sorry," she said covering her face. "Didn't mean to wake you."
Gadreel grinned and walked in to sit on the edge of the bed, "Angels don't sleep, so you didn't wake me up."
Kris pressed the palm's of her hands into her eyes and groaned. "This sucks."
"What is wrong Kris?" Gadreel asked as he gently rubbed her back, his hand coming into contact with the scar on her back. She jerked away from him.
"It's nothing," she said quickly.
He tried to look her in the eyes, but she kept her face turned away from him. She gripped the bed sheets tight. But her mind was else where, maybe that was why the nightmares were back. Maybe her time with Ilium had messed up what Castiel had done to her mind. Unfortunately, if she wanted the nightmares to stop that would mean a 'tune-up', and that would mean telling someone what had happened the first time.
She sighed, grabbed the old flannel she kept by her bed and started putting it on, "There is no way I am sleeping now." She moved passed Gadreel but he blocked her with his arm.
"Kris," he sounded very patent, "talk to me. Tell me what is going on. Maybe I can help."
She just shook her head, but didn't deny it. "You're right you probable could help, but it's a catch 22 for me."
He gave her a confused look, "I do not understand…"
Kris cut him off by laughing, "That reference, yea I know. Follow me, I'll explain it." She lead him into the kitchen and got out the Jen&Berry's Black Cherry ice cream. She sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen and gestured for Gadreel to take a eat, which he did.
Kris opened the ice cream and dug into it. "So what I am about to tell you does not ever," she pointed the spoon with the ice cream on it at him, "leave this room." She dropped her eyes back to the pint in front of her. "Not even Kevin knows this and Sam can not ever," again the spoon came up at him, "know about this. Understood?"
Gadreel did not immediately nod his head. He knew better then to agree to something he knew nothing about, that was how he got into trouble to begin with. "You want me to keep secrets from Sam?"
Another bite of ice cream and she shook her head yes without looking up.
"Let me here what you have to say," he responded while leaning onto the table.
Kris took four more bites of the ice cream, set the pint aside, took a deep breath and started.