When the summoning didn't appear to have worked, Savannah thought she might break or throw something. She didn't understand why, she had done everything right and hadn't missed a single item. Freya tried to say something to make her feel better, but Savannah walked away with her eyes watering. It wasn't fair, why did fate have to be this cruel? She shouldn't have to keep losing Dean, first it was to Heaven when angry hunters killed him, then Purgatory, and now to the mark.  Things had been so much easier been when they first met, Freya had been only been a baby at the time and she herself was three. It was strange as the angels and demons were fighting hoping to start the apocalypse, and just like the brothers the two were stuck in it.

She remembered that she had no memory of how she can be, just that she needed to keep running. Savannah had always known that she was different, and it was just because she was eighteen when she was meant to be five. It was because that she was half angel or a nephilim as the lore referred to her, it was why she always had to be on the run. Angels were always after wanting to kill her for being a good for nothing halfling, which made her wonder which one of her parents had been an angel. Because either way it was stupid of them to hook up with a human, when they knew it was wrong. Her human parent was probably out there, either looking for her or didn't have any idea she existed. Now wasn't the time to think about that though, because she wanted to find a way to fix Dean. She sat on her bed trying to hold back tears and only stopped when someone knocked on her door.

"I don't want to talk about it..." She began thinking it was Freya coming to console her but sure enough it ended up being a man she didn't recognize. "Who the hell are you?" She asked.
Meanwhile Freya watched in defeat as her friend and basically sister walked away. Things had never been easy for them, between rapidly aging, hiding from Heaven and Hell, and trying to figure out where they came from. Freya didn't really trust anyone as much as she trusted Savannah, except for Sam. While she was close with his brother as well, the bond she had with Sam was special. She felt like she could confide in him about being different and proving to others that they were good. Being half demon, Freya was terrified of becoming like her evil demon parent whoever they be.

She had demons lie, steal, kill, destroy and do who knows what else just got fun not only to humans, but to their kind. It wasn't uncommon for a demon to stumble across her when her powers got a little out of control, and some bystander told them where to go. The demon would either try to convince her to abandon her family and serve the devil, or tried to force her. Though they failed to realize how powerful she was or that her family was always nearby.
"Oh what am I going to do, I don't know how to help her." Freya said to herself. She wanted to go after her friend just to make sure that she didn't try anything else risky. But she decided it was better to let her cool off for now, hopefully though it wouldn't be too long. Freya didn't like when she couldn't help, it felt like a ton of rocks had been placed on her chest, whenever that happened.

Her long rain of thoughts was softened when she walked to the war room and saw the familiar face of Sam. He was reading through another lore book and she didn't even hesitate to sit down next to him. Despite not wanting to bother his research especially if it was about the mark. She needed his comfort, so she hugged him to get his attention.
"Freya I'm sorry I didn't hear you come in," Sam said hugging her back. "Are you okay?" She pulled away but stayed close to him, everything was just too much right now. That she couldn't help but want to just cry and have her everything was alright.
"No I'm really worried about Savannah," she admitted. "And about..." She looked around to make sure that Dean wasn't around before continuing. "Dean, the mark is making him different." 

"I know and I understand kiddo," Sam responded. "He is my brother and I don't want him to become something he's not," he continued. "That's why we have to find Cain and get the cure."
"But what if there is no cure?" She asked. "That's what Dean keeps saying when I tried to take the mark off with my powers," she continued. "I only managed to make his face all red and give him yellow teeth," Sam chuckled at the memory, and Freya wished he would do it more. "I miss when things were easy. "
"You mean during the apocalypse?" He asked. Her demeanor changed and she leaned against him as she recalled all the craziness during the apocalypse. Or at least the first one, there had been a few in her life time and she didn't want another one.

"Okay I guess it wasn't that easy," she answered in defeat. "But you were able to be happy then, now you're always sad, and I don't want you to be sad." It was an odd thing to say in the situation but given that Dean wasn't around and everything she had seen. Freya felt it was best to let a few things off her chest and help the closet person she had to a father feel better.
"Freya you're right in some degree, but knowing what I know now and having you with me," Sam answered. "I wouldn't change a thing," he continued. She teared up but pushed him when he made a joke about a few things. "Except for losing my soul and being possessed."
"We agreed never to speak of those times again," she responded and made it rain on him with her powers. "Take it back." She said with a smile.

***

The mark was hurting and Dean was hoping it wasn't thrusting for blood, he didn't want to hurt anyone else. When he made the deal with Cain, he was hoping that after her killed Abandon everything would be over. But right after that he was focused on beating Metatron, then he was fighting against the mark, and became a demon. He was thankful he was cured of the black eyes, but for how long? When would he snap again and became a demon again? His behavior was already pushing his friends away and he was pretty sure Savannah was still avoiding him. She had not spoken to him for a whole month when he first got the mark, and with all this avoidance he was concerned she was terrified of him. Lost in his thoughts, Dean got out of the impala and looked at the empty street with nothing but a strange yellow rip in the sky.