I pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around my body. I let out a shaky breath as I felt another violent attack arising inside me.

"Why?" I cried, squeezing my eyes shut until I was seeing red blotches and nightmares. My entire body shook, images of my attacker flashing in my mind.

"Cas! What's wrong? Let me in!" Dean's muffled voice called from the other side of the locked bathroom door.

The memories were too much. He walked towards me, a knife in his hand, and a dealthy smile on his lips.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I screamed, covering my head with my arms.

I can't handle this anymore.

| 5 hours earlier |

"It feels good to be back." I said to myself, unlocking the front doors of Angel's Café.

"Good morning, Cassie. How you feeling?" Meg greeted, a surprising smile on her lips.

"I feel... great, actually." I said, truthfully. I walked to the front corner, not even bothering to hide the little bounce in my step as I walked. I was generally feeling okay.

The pain of the wound was almost non-existent, I was back to doing what I loved, and most importantly, I wasn't stuck in a hospital anymore. What could be better?

I started up the machines like I always did, and counted the register's till before opening.

I couldn't have thanked Meg enough for helping taking over the café while I was gone. I owe her one, for sure.

At exactly 6:00, people we're already flooding into the small shop. Dean told me in advance that he would show up later, since he had to work until nine again. But, I didn't mind.

Today was going to be a good day.

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"So, just a hazelnut coffee and a bagel, Crowley?" I asked, smiling at the costumer.

"That'll be all." He assured, nodding slightly, and handing me the correct amount of money.

"Got that, Meg?" I asked her from behind the counter.

"Yeah, yeah." She mumbled, handing me the order to hand to Crowley.

"Here you go." I held out his order, a friendly smile on my lips.

"Thanks, lad. Hope you get better." Crowley said, grabbing his drink and patting me on the shoulder before walking away from the register.

Any other person would have felt comforted if someone patted them on the shoulder and told them to get well soon.

But, I felt panic.

My vision suddenly went black, and I thought I was going to pass out.

I couldn't hear anything, because someone was breathing in my ear, sounding like static. I spun around, wondering why someone was standing so close to me. But, then I realized it was me.

My chest heaved, like there was no oxygen in my lungs.

"Cas...? You okay, man?"

I could barely hear Meg talking to me over the static in my ears. What is happening?

Suddenly, like lightening, images from the night I was mugged were filling my mind.

"Oh, my god." I muttered, taking a step away from Meg. 

"Dude? Whats wrong?" Meg asked again, grabbing onto my arm.

My eyes widened, and I could have sworn my heart stopped.

"Don't touch me." I said, my vision shaking.

"What? Cassie, you're being weird." Meg gave me a worried glance, tilting her head.

"Don't touch me! Let go!" I yelled, pulling my arm away from her grasp. I turned, and I didn't even know I was running until I noticed my shoes were slapping against the sidewalk outside of the Café.

I kept running, until I was at my apartment. I don't remember running up to my apartment flat, but I remember reaching my kitchen and throwing everything off the table.

"Leave me ALONE!" I screamed, the images of the masked man still haunting my thoughts.

I staggered over to my book shelf, not even hesitating to throw every single book onto the floor.

By the time I was done, papers, broken glass, card board, and ripped book covers littered the floor.

I took in deep breaths. The shaking was minimal, but I couldn't stop the tears from streaking my face.

"Oh, my... Cas?" A voice suddenly broke me from my thoughts.

I glanced up at the doorway. Dean stared back at me, his eyes wide with concern and shock.

"I stopped at the café, and seen you weren't there." Dean took a step towards me, broken glass crunching under his boots. "Meg said you ran out on her. What's going on?"

"Something's wrong with me." I choked out, my voice hoarse from yelling.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Cas." Dean reassured, taking another step towards me. He extended his hand, as if to pull me into a hug. But, instead of leaning into his touch, I felt my heart almost jump out of my chest.

"Don't touch me." I threatened, taking a step back.

"Cas, I just want to help." Dean said softly, and took another step closer.

"DON'T." I yelled, taking a step backwards, but tripping over a book. I let out a deep groan when an intense, hot, pain went up my arms as I fell on my hands.

I quickly stood up, my vision already going blotchy. I glanced at my hands. Little pieces of glass caused my palms to turn crimson with blood. That sent me over the edge.

"Cas...?" Dean asked, breaking the silence.

I ran towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and locking it shut. I paced around the small bathroom, trying to figure out how to calm myself down.

"Cas! Open the damn door!" Dean yelled, pounding on the door.

I dropped to the floor, my mind spinning to much to stand. I pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around my body. I let out a shaky breath as I felt another violent attack arising inside me.

"Why?" I cried, squeezing my eyes shut until I was seeing red blotches and nightmares. My entire body shook, images of my attacker flashing in my mind again.

"Cas! What's wrong? Let me in!" Dean's muffled voice called from the other side of the locked bathroom door.

The memories were too much. He walked towards me, a knife in his hand, and a dealthy smile on his lips.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I screamed, covering my head with my arms.

I can't handle this anymore.

"Cas? Babe?" Dean called through the door again.

"Dean, leave me alone." I cried, still covering my head with my arms.

"No. Just open the door, and we can talk about this. I can help."

"No one can help me." I sniffed. Surprisingly my heart rate was already slowing down.

"Let me try, Cas. We can fix this." Dean persuaded.

I hesitated for a couple of seconds, before lifting my head from my arms. He was right. Dammit, he was always right.

I slowly stood up, and unlocked the bathroom door. Almost instantly, the door swung open and Dean's arms were wrapped around my body.

I melted into his touch, feeling a hundred times better by the second.

"Don't leave." I mumbled against his chest.

"I thought you wanted me to leave." Dean joked, lightly.

"No... never." I mumbled. "Stay."

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A/C: This was difficult to write. Poor Cas ;-;

Okay no one kill me, but I actually had this written a long time ago, I just never posted it.

But, I'm finishing this story now because I'm starting another fanfic ^-^

Anyways, thanks for the votes & support, only one more chapter to go. (: