Mary reluctantly found herself back in the yard of that old farm house.

The sun was well into the sky now and she wasn’t even sure if Cain was here. She stood out by the white fence for a while debating on if she should actually enter the farm house of not. After what Crowley had told her, she wasn’t so sure if she should actually carry out what he wanted from her now. If this Cain was the Cain who had killed his brother Able and was given the title “Father of Murder” shouldn’t Mary be running for the hills instead of trying to get back inside the same room with the man?

She inhaled deeply the fresh smell of pine filled her nose, reminding her where she was and placed one foot in front of the other and moved up toward the porch. She lifted her hand and brought it down onto the wood knocking three times. She cleared her throat waiting for something to happen and when nothing came to pass Mary cocked a brow. Her side burning as she stood there waiting to be let inside, her wound still killing her.

Taking a step back from the door, she figured that Cain wasn’t home. Moving away from the door she went to the bay window and peeked inside. From what she could see the lights were off inside and perhaps he wasn’t even home. Pulling away from the window she moved back on the porch and glanced off the left side looking out into the yard.

Her eyes scanned seeing someone dressed up in a bee suit. Raising a brow Mary moved off the porch and moved more into the driveway. She didn’t want to get too close seeing as how there were bees flying around all over the place. She wasn’t for sure, but she thought that was Cain out there. He looked to be the same height and build as the mysterious demon man she had known.

But there was no way in hell she was going anywhere near those bees.

And it didn’t seem like she was going to have to because in a blink of an eye Cain appeared before her. A few bees flying around his head as he removed his headgear. Mary leaned back a bit from the two bees that flew around her now she looked up at Cain.

“You’re back?”

His tone didn’t seem all warm and welcoming like she had expected; oh who was she kidding? Clearing her throat she nodded looking up at the demon.

“Yeah, Crowley took me off my job.”

Cain arched a brow looking at her. His gaze was one that was as if he was trying to figure out if there was a lie behind her words but after a few moments of intense gaze he backed down. He cleared his throat and watched as Mary kept her eyes on the bees that flew around, the way her body bent backward and away from them was the typical way everyone acted around bees.

“And you’re back here because?”

“Well, I’m not sure. This is my first time out of Hell in six-hundred years and I’m not really sure what to do anymore.”

Cain looked at her his expression almost curious. He rolled his shoulders as he glanced back at the bees behind him in their hives. He then slowly turned and looked at her nodding toward his porch.

“Have a seat. I’ll be done in a minute. I’ll take a look at your stitches once I’m done.”

She nodded watching as Cain slipped his hat – headgear – whatever it’s called back over his head and headed back out to tend to his bees. Mary quickly moved back away from the bees that were still flying around her head as she made her way to the porch without running into the railing – stupid bees.

She took her place on the porch and waited for Cain to finish with his bees. It didn’t take him long as he had said and he was back to her walking up onto the porch to join her in only moments. She went to rise from the bench, but Cain’s hand rose up as if telling her to remain seated. She did as she was told.

“There’s better light out here.”

He told her waiting for her to move her shirt up so he could see her wound. She rolled her black undershirt up slowly, and moved her plaid shirt over a bit to allow Cain to see her stitches. He looked at them for a long moment before nodding a bit.

“It’s a bit swollen, but that’s to be expected when you’re sliced with an angel blade.”

Cain explained. Mary nodded a little lowering her shirt back down and replacing her plaid back in it’s usual position.

“So, what are you expecting to happen here?”

Cain questioned looking at the confused demon that sat with him on his porch. Her brow hiked up on her forehead looking at Cain as if trying to figure that out herself.

“I don’t have a job currently. Crowley found out that the Winchesters and Castiel were involved in my little spar and he removed me from my job – now I have nothing.”

“He never gave you another job? Nothing?”

Mary didn’t know why Cain was so interested in what Crowley had her doing, unless he was onto her in thinking that Crowley had known about her finding Cain?

“Soon as the name Winchesters came up, he wasn’t really focused on me having a job anymore.”

“I see… and your chin?”

Mary’s eyes widened a bit as her fingers went to touch her chin feeling it was still warm. She cursed under her breath, Crowley’s hold must have been too strong and caused her skin to be rubbed.

“Once again, the name caused it.”

Cain paused for a moment before he nodded, seeming to believe her. She sat there in silence for a moment as the wind picked up and the trees around them rustled. Mary watched as some of the leaves broke away from the trees and went flying across the yard. Her eyes glued to the way they fluttered and spun through the air. She inhaled deeply the smell of pine filling her nose as her body relaxed far more than it probably should have sitting next to the Father of Murder.

“This is your first time out of Hell isn’t it?”

Cain’s voice drew her back to their current setting. She looked him in the eyes and seen he seemed almost – amused?

“You thought I was lying?”

She questioned a slight rise in her tone as she spoke almost as if she found it funny that he didn’t believe her on that. Cain didn’t seem amused at all and instead just looked at her before looking out into the yard himself.

“It’s just odd to hear that a demon is trapped in Hell for six-hundred hell years and only now gets to be set free once Lucifer is locked away?”

“I thought you didn’t care about what I was doing? You made it seem that way.”

Cain’s head snapped around and glared at Mary. She bit her tongue and slipped out a quick apology. She cursed in her head. The last thing she wanted to do was piss off Cain and have him use his unusual demon smite powers against her head.

“It’s just – you haven’t told me your name and you keep asking all these questions.”

She said playing it off as if she still didn’t know his name. He rose up from the bench, her gaze following him as he moved toward the front door. He headed inside closing the door behind him leaving her outside alone. She looked at the door for a moment knowing that she had upset him, and she actually felt a little angry at herself for doing that.

“Stupid idiot.”

She muttered under her breath as she slowly rose to her feet – careful of her wound – and walked to the door. She turned the handle slowly finding that it was unlocked. She swallowed nervously pushing open the door a little and peering inside. She didn’t see Cain anywhere in the foyer and she listened not hearing him upstairs. She entered his house and closed the door behind her.

Gazing into the living room she seen that the bodies no longer lay on the floor. He must have disposed of them shortly after she had left because there was no smell of rotting or decaying bodies around. Merely the sulfur that came off Cain’s own body. Mary slowly tiptoed into the house toward the living room and peered inside. There he was sitting in the large chair that he sat in when she first arrived and he shared some tea with her.

He sat there with a book in his hand reading, completely ignoring the fact that she had entered his home and was now looking at him standing in his doorway. He wasn’t even fazed that she was there. Curiously she walked up to the back of his couch while keeping her gaze on him.

“What happened to the bodies?”

She asked merely seeing if he’d answer. His eyes never left the words from his book, but he sighed turning the page slowly.

“They’re gone.”

Mary just looked at him. Well that was more than obvious that they were gone. She wanted to know where they had gone was her question. But Cain was tight lipped about everything. He hadn’t even told her his name. He hadn’t told her anything about himself, yet he expected to know everything about her? How was that fair? She snorted to herself at the thought of Cain being fair – he was a demon and demons didn’t play fair.

“Why are you so reluctant to tell me anything about yourself?”

Mary asked while walking around the back of the couch. It was then Cain gave a disgruntle noise but kept his eyes on the page.

“Why are you so reluctant to know anything about me?”

“Well for one, I know a few things.”

“Oh? Such as?”

“Well, I know you’re a demon, obviously, and an older one at that – “

Now this caught Cain’s attention causing his eyes to dart up from his book.

“You called me ‘kid’ when you found me before knowing my name. Normally when you call someone ‘kid’ you’re way older than them. And then there’s that red light thingy you did – “

“Don’t worry about that.”

He said his eyes going back to his page. Mary frowned looking at Cain and his tight lip mouth. She didn’t think it would be this hard in order to get him to open up about things. But it seemed that this mission that Crowley had given her was going to be harder than she expected.

“Don’t worry about that? You killed three demons with it! I think I need to be at least a little worried if I’m gonna hang around here – “

Cain closed his book causing Mary to jump a bit. The look he gave her wasn’t a warm one at all. He lowered the book down to rest in his lap his eyes fixated on her form. He was reading her like an open book right now. Her posture told him that his actions made her tense – and she should have been at that moment, because she was pushing his buttons in the worst way possible.

“What makes you think you’re going to just hang around here? I don’t want you here. I don’t want anyone here. You not only came here yourself, but you attracted others here as well. I told you I didn’t want to be found, and what happened?”

“I know and I’m sorry – but I don’t have anything outside of Hell and I don’t wanna go back there anytime soon!”

“So you think you’re just going to invite yourself to stay here?”

“I can be useful!”

Cain laughed a bit, though it wasn’t a joyful laugh as it was the opposite almost an annoyed laugh.

“Useful? How so?”

“You run a pretty big place by yourself – “

“I like running it by myself – “

“I can clean, cook, I can even do the heavy lifting if you need me to – “

“In which all of that I can do. Plus I can have peace and quiet and the whole house to myself if you’re not here. Which I plan to.”

Mary lowered her gaze. She was screaming profanity in the back of her mind. If she didn’t pull through with this Crowley would surely toss her into the deepest depths of Hell for her second failure.

“Okay, so maybe you’re right. But, I haven’t had another type of human contact in years that wasn’t having my skin peeled from my body or my finger nails removed from their sockets.”

She kept her eyes on the floor while she spoke. She hated being this vulnerable in front of someone like Cain. She hated being so vulnerable in front of anybody after that day five years ago. She had made a promise that she never would again, but that was another broken promise that she couldn’t keep. Fearing to look back up at Cain she kept her eyes on the floor. She didn’t know if this was going to work, but being openly honest was the last card she had to play. Hearing a sigh she gathered the courage to lift her head and see Cain rubbing his eyes with his free hand that wasn’t holding the book in his lap.

“Alright. But first complaint I hear out of you, I will smite you myself, understood?”

Her eyes widened while her mouth fell open. She hadn’t expected that to work what so ever. When Cain looked at her after rubbing his eyes she quickly closed her mouth and couldn’t help but nod her head quickly as possible.

“I swear, you won’t hear a single complaint out of me! The torture I went through in hell – well, you know.”

“Yeah.”

He said simply lifting the book back up and starting to look back over the pages that he was reading before Mary had spilled her guts all over the floor to him. She sat there for a long while content before she went and laid down on the couch feeling her stitching start to itch. A little sigh slipped through her parted lips as she closed her eyes listening to the trees still rustling outside the windows of the old farm house.