A few days had passed before Dean managed to talk Doctor Roy into discharging her early. He hadn't left her hospital room once and rarely left the bed unless he needed to use the bathroom or eat while she was sleeping. A few times Sam had tried bribing him into helping look for Amara and Lucifer, but Dean just wasn't having it. He refused to leave Cassandra.

While they waited for Sam to fill out the paperwork, Dean and Cassandra lay cuddled up next to each other in the hospital bed. "So, tell me; what's it like being fully human now?" Dean questioned, playing with a lock of her hair.

Cassandra shrugged. "It's only been a few days and I haven't done anything, but everything is different. My senses are duller." She shivered as Dean dragged his fingertips across her jawline and she looked up to meet his gaze. "Except touch. That....that's heightened." She shook her head. "It's weird. I haven't tried food yet, but it kind of sucks because now I have to worry about a regular eating schedule. I can't just wait a few weeks and then stuff myself." Cassandra had refused to eat one thing since she had been admitted to the hospital, claiming that she felt fine. Everyone knew that it was her way of trying to keep part of an old habit from when she had her Grace.

Dean chuckled. "I'll help you get into a schedule. Cas says that everything tastes like molecules to him, so maybe food will taste better to you. You'll also get exhausted faster. Training will have to be shorted once you fully heal. You haven't built up a human tolerance to anything yet."

Cassandra let out a huff. "I hate this."

"I know," he muttered, nuzzling his face into her neck. He pressed his lips against her skin and ran his hand down her bare thigh under the blanket, smirking when the heart monitor spiked. Dean lifted his head. "Am I making you nervous?"

"Like I said; touch is heightened." She gasped when he nibbled on her earlobe and she shuddered. "Holy—"

"Better?" Dean asked with a chuckle.

"I'm kind of scared to sleep with you now," she admitted softly. "I guess it was dull before, outweighed by every other sense."

Dean slid his hand to her inner thigh and pressed a kiss to her lips, his fingers brushing over her underwear. He sighed when her vitals jumped and he pulled away. "Guess we have to wait for the Bunker. Wouldn't want a nurse or Doctor Roy running in."

Cassandra grinned and laughed. "Thank you," she whispered.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows. "For what?"

"For sticking around. I really don't deserve it and you know it. If I were anyone else, you would've killed me already. Somehow I'm different."

"I love you. That's the difference. And, yeah, I'm pissed, but at the same time I understand. It is mine and Sam's fault that you got pulled into the Cage and you have a right to blame us. It doesn't excuse you working with Lucifer and trying to kill us, but I understand. You do have to earn our trust back, though."

Cassandra groaned and clenched her eyes shut, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Oh my god. I got in a bar fight with someone in Lebanon."

Dean laughed and shook his head. "I know. Donnie told me when I went to drink my sorrows away after you had left. I actually found it amusing. I didn't know you could be so badass."

The blonde frowned. "I'm sorry."

"You had every right to pummel that jerk, but maybe you should learn to control your anger when you go to therapy. I don't want to get hit every time we have a petty fight," Dean told her. He rested his forehead on hers and planted a kiss on her lips, closing his eyes.

"I love you," she muttered. "Whatever I said, I probably didn't actually mean it. I was just mad."

"I know." He smiled. "That's the only thing that made this easier. You're mine and I'm yours. Nothing will change that, baby."

Cassandra sighed and opened her eyes. "So, I guess I gotta wait for that ring, huh?" she joked.

Dean grinned and shook his head. "I'll give it to you whenever you want, but only when you're fully clothed." He slipped his hand behind her and lightly ran his finger down her spine, smirking as she shivered. "As much as I loved the view of this gown, I do miss your jeans and leather jackets. Those are hot."

Sam cleared his throat from the doorway and held up a plastic bag. "We're all good to go," he announced, tossing the bag at the couple. "And, Dean, I know you like sex but I don't think a hospital is the ideal place to do it."

Cassandra's cheeks flushed a deep red and she giggled, burying her head in the crook of Dean's neck in embarrassment.

"Duly noted," the Hunter deadpanned, throwing the blanket off of him and Cassandra. He quickly pulled the IV from her arm and sent her an apologetic glance at her yelp. "Quicker isn't as painful."

"Of course you'd know that," she retorted, rolling her eyes. She slipped the heart rate clip from her finger and threw her legs over the bed, standing up for the first time in days. She stumbled but Sam caught her, smiling down at her. "Thanks."

"Sure." He helped steady the blonde and handed her the bag, watching as she slipped into the bathroom to change.

Dean grinned and stood up from the bed, stretching his arms out.

"What's got you so smiley?" Sam asked with an amused expression.

Dean chuckled. "Her touch is heightened and, Sammy, we're going back to the Bunker."

Sam rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile as he shook his head. "Careful with her. You might turn her into you."

"That wouldn't be so bad."

"Yeah, okay," Sam said with a scoff. He handed Dean her bag of medication. "So these are all of her meds that she has to take. Once she finishes the bottle of the Oxycodone then she doesn't need it anymore. That's just for any pain from whatever Amara did to her and the concussion." Sam glanced in the bag. "Uh, Clozapine, Lexapro, and Temazepam, too. All of her old meds from when we first found her. So, basically, we're back to square one with the depressed, schizophrenic, injured Nephilim, minus the angel Grace and determined archangel father."

"No, instead this time it's God's sister and Lucifer," Dean grumbled. He shook his head. "Great. This should be fun."

"Alright, so, Doc says one of us has to be with her at all times and not to let her handle her meds until the Lexapro starts to kick in. That way she won't get any urges to OD."

Dean furrowed his eyebrows. "Didn't one of those cause suicidal thoughts?"

"Yeah. The one she needs to stay asleep."

"Great."

"He said that the Lexapro should counter its effects, though, so we should be okay. We just have to watch for a change in attitude, personality, and actions. So on top of God's sister and his fallen son, we have to babysit. Lots and lots of research," Sam said in a hushed, but irritated, whisper. He was just glad that she no longer had heightened hearing. Now she couldn't eavesdrop as easily. Sam ran a hand through his hair and frowned. "That made me sound like a dick."

Dean shook his head and licked his lips. "No, you're right. We just gotta play it by ear. We've faced worse." At that moment the bathroom door opened and Dean grinned at the sight of Cassandra fully dressed. Don't get him wrong, she still looked like complete shit, but she definitely looked a bit better. Though, she did look different now that she was human.

Cassandra tossed the balled up gown on the bed and shrugged on her leather jacket. "I think I'm—" She stopped and furrowed her eyebrows when her fingers brushed a photograph in her pocket. She pulled it out and turned it over to face her, and she felt her heart tug in her chest at the sight of her and Jess. She cleared her throat and stuffed it back in her pocket. "I'm ready."

Sam held up the bag in his hands. "I picked up your meds for you and the paperwork is all filled out. You're officially discharged...and alive."

Cassandra perked up at the mention of her status. She was recognized as alive. She could get a job and live a normal life if she truly wanted to. She was human. The supernatural world had no use for her now.

"And the nurse wants to bring you down in a wheelchair so I told her to come in ten minutes so that we could escape before then," Sam added.

The blonde chuckled and thanked the younger Winchester, taking her medications from his grasp. The trio started down the hall as Cassandra pulled out her phone, checking it for the first time in days. "So, any word on Lucifer or Amara?" she questioned, pocketing the device.

Dean shook his head. "No. We've been focusing on you the past few days in all honesty. Once we get back to the Bunker we're hitting the news," he explained, wrapping an arm around Cassandra's shoulders and pressing a kiss to her temple.

She smiled up at him but the smile quickly fell when she spotted the familiar goddess down the hall. She stopped dead in her tracks and her face paled to a deathly white and she gripped Dean's wrist.

"Cassy?" Dean asked. "Baby, what is it?" He followed her gaze but found nothing.

The brunette disappeared and Cassandra jumped, glancing around the hall. "What? Where'd she—"

"Cassandra?" Sam said, grabbing her attention. He frowned. "Everything alright? You sure you're good to go? We can stay another da—"

"No," she interrupted quickly.

Sam recoiled at her reaction.

"No, no. I—I'm fine. Just got a little dizzy. I don't think I got the meds today that help with the pain. I'll take them in the car." She glanced around once more. "Let's go."

Sam and Dean exchanged glances but followed, watching as she kept her head down and weaved through the afternoon rush of visitors. Sam leaned over to Dean once she was far enough ahead to where she couldn't hear them. "What the hell was that?"

"I think she saw someone; someone that scared her." Dean licked his lips in thought and looked to Sam. "Maybe Angel Radio was just a coincidence." Maybe she actually is schizophrenic.

Cassandra slipped into the backseat of the Impala quickly and pulled the door shut behind her. She jumped and gasped when Dean followed in on the other side, handing the keys to Sam. She eyed him warily. "You never sit in the back."

"Maybe I just want to be with you," Dean said simply as Sam started the car. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. He pressed a kiss to her head and let her rest her head on his chest. "The Bunker didn't feel the same without you."

"I'm sorry I left," she muttered, intertwining her fingers with Dean's. "I'm sorry that you had to find out who I really am."

Dean sighed. "I think it was better that we found out when we did. I think it all worked out okay."

Cassandra chuckled and shook her head. "You're gonna be wishing I was still with Lucifer soon. Now that I'm human and I have all of this shit—" She held up the bag of meds. "—I'll be driving you nuts. Maybe the psychiatric ward would've been better."

"No," Dean quickly interjected. "No, I wasn't going to just let you rot in there. You've made enough trips and they never even seemed to help. I think that Sam and I can help. You need some place familiar; somewhere that feels like home."

"But that's just it, Dean. The Bunker doesn't feel like home to me. I haven't been living there that long and there aren't many good memories." She sighed. "Home would be my apartment or Bobby's place. Home is Baby and sitting in the backseat and singing along to your music at the top of our lungs with the windows down. The Bunker is just another motel to me," Cassandra explained.

"Then we'll make it feel like home," Dean muttered. He slipped his hand in his pocket and his fingers brushed over the diamond ring. "I promise."

Cassandra's gaze shifted towards the movement and she realized what he was doing. "You really think you can put up with me and my problems?"

"I know I can," he replied with a small smile.

Cassandra nodded, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth in thought, never tearing her gaze from his pocket. She reached over and placed her free hand on his.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows and pulled his hand from his pocket, watching as she reached in and grabbed the ring. She examined it in the light, and she could feel Sam's and Dean's stares from the rearview mirror and above her. Cassandra ran her thumb over the diamond.

"Cassy?" Dean asked in confusion.

She looked up at him. "Then yes."

"What?" His eyes widened.

"If you're sure that you can really put up with me, then my answer is yes. I know that I have a long way to go before you guys can trust me again, and I understand, but that doesn't mean I don't want to marry you. I'm known and alive and I'm able to get married. Let's make it....Vegas."

"I thought you hated the idea of Vegas," Dean said, scrunching his nose.

Cassandra laughed. "I've got one last chance at life to live. I want it to be with you. Besides, big ceremonies aren't really my thing. I'd say let's go to the courthouse but you can't exactly just stroll in, can you?"

Dean chuckled and shook his head. "No, I can't."

"So Vegas it is."

"Vegas," Dean repeated. He caught Sam's grin in the rearview mirror and shook his head, returning his attention to the excited blonde in the seat next to him.

Dean slid the ring on her fourth finger, breathing a sigh of relief when he found that it fit.

Cassandra held her hand up and studied the ring in the light, grinning. "Ever since we visited twenty-fourteen, Cassandra Winchester always sounded better than Cassandra Moore. Don't you think?" Cassandra inquired.

"Cassandra Angel Winchester," Dean said, testing the name on his lips. He felt a grin take over, and he couldn't fight it back no matter how hard he tried. "It sounds perfect." Dean ducked his head down and connected his lips with Cassandra's, cupping her face in his hands. He cringed and pulled away when she winced.

"Those pills sound really good about now," she whispered.

Dean laughed and nodded, digging through the bag before he pulled out the Oxycodone. He pulled two pills from the bottle and screwed it shut, handing the tablets to the blonde. She threw her head back and downed them without a problem, cringing at the taste.

"One bottle?"

"Only one," Dean assured her with an amused smile. He kissed her again and rested his forehead on hers, letting out a soft sigh through his nose. "I love you," he muttered.

"I love you, too." Cassandra glanced at the driver's seat and snickered. "Sam's probably getting sick of our chick-flick moment. Maybe we should save it for the Bunker."

Sam shrugged from the front seat and glanced at them in the mirror. "I don't mind. I ship it. It's about time, though. Dean's been carrying that damn rock on him for ages now. I wouldn't have been surprised if he lost it," Sam told her.

Dean rolled his eyes and smacked his brother's shoulder, earning a hearty laugh. "Shut up. Bitch."

"Jerk," Sam returned with a wide grin.

Tomorrow everything would change. Tomorrow the beginning of the end of Cassandra Moore would start....and no one was prepared.