Fair warning, this is the last chapter before the hiatus. I'm sorry. I wish I could continue it longer but I'm still trying to get myself to write fanfic and get back into the habit of it.

Men of Letters Bunker, Lebanon, Kansas

Cassandra giggled as Dean pressed his lips to her neck and she shifted in his lap, playfully hitting his hand that slipped under the hem of her plaid shirt. "Dean," she said between giggles, closing her eyes lightly under his touch. He only hummed against her neck in reply. "Sam's gonna be awake in a few minutes."

"And?" he muttered against her skin, rubbing her inner thigh. He smirked when she shivered and her lips parted, a breathy sigh escaping her lips.

"Woah. Okay." Sam turned back to face the hallway, cringing and shaking his head as he tried to clear the sight from his mind. "A little warning next time, guys?"

"I told you," Cassandra muttered, a deep blush creeping up her cheeks as Dean pulled away. She pecked him on the lips and stood up, crossing the room to the fridge. "It's safe."

Sam spun back around and chuckled, shaking his head. "Definitely awake now," Sam mumbled. He poured himself a cup of coffee and took the seat across from Dean. "So what's the plan for today?" His gaze shifted over to Cassandra who licked her lips, staring down at the open styrofoam box in her hands. He watched as she slowly closed the box and set it back in the fridge, holding a hand to her stomach. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Cassy, you alright?"

"Mhm," she hummed with a slight nod, settling for the bottle of milk.

"I wouldn't drink that," Sam warned as she unscrewed the lid. "I don't know how old it is."

Cassandra glanced at him and sniffed the bottle, instantly recoiling at the smell. "Ew. God, that's horrid." Making her way to the sink, she dumped the bottle's contents down the drain and ran the water to wash it down as she rinsed out the bottle before tossing it in recycle. "I'll settle for water then."

"Have you tried coffee yet?" Dean piped.

The blonde frowned. "It still makes me sneeze. Even more now, actually," she admitted with a sigh. "I'd love the energy, though. Any substitutes?"

Sam turned to face her. "We could find energy pills." He shook his head as she frowned. "No? Okay. No more pills then. We'll find something," the Hunter assured her. His gaze followed the newfound-human and he frowned slightly when she plopped back down into Dean's lap without grabbing any food. "Cassy, how long has it been since you last ate?"

She shrugged. "I dunno. I'm not really hungry," she lied. Cassandra rested her head on Dean's shoulder, leaning back. She sighed and her gaze dropped to the table blankly. She was lost in thought, thinking back to how convenient it was to never be hungry or have to eat. She missed her powers.

"Oh, hey. Before we forget." Dean pulled the blonde from his lap and crossed the room, opening the cabinet that contained her pills. He dumped out the required dosage of each before putting them away and heading back to his fiancée. He held them out in his open palm.

Cassandra frowned and looked up to Dean with big puppy dog eyes, almost as if she were pleading him not to make her take them.

Dean narrowed his gaze at her. "Princess..."

"Do I have to? You know I hate pills," she whined.

He nodded. "Yes, you have to. I hate pills, too, but I still take them when needed."

"You're different. You only need those for pain after a hunt. Mine are daily."

Dean held up a small white tablet. "Oxycodone. Pain med. See? Not so different. I've had these plenty of times," he said with a small smile. He held his hand out further. Dean clicked his tongue when she glanced over to Sam for help. "Sammy's on my side. Don't even think about it."

Sighing heavily, Cassandra snatched the pills from his grasp with a roll of her eyes. She threw back all of the pills at once, washing them down with the glass of water he held out for her. She mocked a smile and tilted her head. "Happy?"

"Open."

"Are you seri—"

"Cassy."

Rolling her eyes again, Cassandra opened her mouth and glanced away as he checked to make sure she had swallowed all of them. Dean raised his eyebrows and stared at her pointedly. "See? Not so bad."

"Tasted like ass," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"And how would you know what that tastes like?" Dean retorted.

Sam snickered and ducked his head down to hide his amused smile. He quickly cleared his throat when Cassandra glared at him, still pissed. "You know you have to take the meds, Cassy," Sam chimed in with a shrug.

"It's stupid."

"It's really not," he replied as Dean sat down and pulled her back into his lap. "Your emotions are heightened and everything from you past will be coming back now that you don't have your Grace to block anything anymore. These will just keep you calm and collected when it happens. It'll keep you from doing anything you may regret."

"Don't sugarcoat it. I'm not seven."

Sam only rolled his hazel eyes.

"You get his point," Dean said. He brought the mug to his lips. "Besides, who knows what Amara and Lucifer did to you. I'd rather not risk everything to find out. It's better to be prepared now." He intertwined his fingers with hers as he took a sip of his coffee.

Cassandra pursed her lips in thought as she stared at the mug, thinking back to the morning she drank whiskey instead of coffee. A grin spread across her lips and she turned to face Dean completely, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Dean slowly pulled the mug from his lips and raised his eyebrows. "You've got that look in your eye that I like. The one that usually gets us into trouble," he said, glancing back at Sam before focusing on Cassandra. He set his mug on the table. "Spill."

"We should go out. To the bar, I mean. I'm human now."

"Okay? And?"

"And that means I can get drunk easier. Your regular bar has great alcohol and I haven't been able to get past a faint buzzed feeling since I was pulled from the Cage." She leaned forward. "Please? I promise I'll behave."

"Cassy, I don't know—" Dean started.

"Think of it like a celebration for our engagement. We can't exactly have a party. I mean, all of our friends are dead, so this is as close as we can get. You, me, Sam, some drinks. Monster talk aside and everything. Come on. It'll be fun," Cassandra explained.

Sam chuckled and shook his head. "I'm out on that. I'm just gonna look for any sign of Lucifer and Amara today and tonight. But you and Dean can have fun. If anything, I'll be your ride if you get wasted."

Cassandra frowned but nodded. "Buzzkill," she grumbled.

Sam raised his eyebrows in amusement.

"Please, Dean? It's alcohol. The therapist and the alcoholic, remember?" She grinned. "You know you want to," she sang.

Dean smiled. "Where'd this playful, energetic side of you come from?" he mused.

Cassandra bit her lower lip and stared up at him from under her lashes, knowing that no matter how hard Dean tried, this was the one expression he couldn't resist. He sighed and shook his head, caving. Cassandra grinned and pecked him on the lips. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Mhm."

"You won't regret it. I promise," the blonde assured him.

"Yeah, sure. I'm gonna head out to the store. Need anything?" The question was more directed towards Sam who shook his head.

"Just food."

"Grocery run is tomorrow which is your turn," Dean returned. He stood up, pulling Cassandra with him. His hands rested on her hips and he ducked his head down, covering her mouth with his. "Do you need anything?" he muttered against her lips.

Cassandra grinned. "Just you back in one piece."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

With one last kiss, Dean retreated from the kitchen and left Sam and Cassandra, the latter with a smile resting on her lips.

"You guys seem to be good considering," Sam noted. He met her gaze when she turned to face him. "How's he been around you?"

She nodded and lowered herself into the chair, drumming her fingertips on the tabletop. "Better than I would've thought. But, Sam, I know that things are going to go downhill real fast. With Amara and Lucifer and then me losing my Grace, it's only a matter of time."

Sam furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that Dean won't be able to put up with me forever. Unless the medications kick in soon, I'll be too much for him to handle. Why do you think I lived alone and never had a relationship?"

Sam sighed. "Cassy, he loves you. I think he'd do anything for you, and that includes putting up with your illnesses. After we take care of Amara and Lucifer, you'll escape to normal lives."

Cassandra scoffed and looked away, unconvinced.

"It's possible."

"Oh, yeah? He didn't stay out long when he was with Ben and Lisa. He was out for, what, a year? Then he got back into hunting. How am I any different, Sam? How would I keep him out? Because we're engaged? That doesn't mean shit."

"Because you're you, Cassandra! Dean is in love with you. He'd do anything for you, and I know you see that. You both want out of this life so badly that you would be able to to stay out." Sam leaned forward in his seat. "You gotta have faith in him."

"He may be able to stay out, but I won't," she whispered, shaking her head. "It's literally in my blood. I'm stuck. I'll always get pulled back in."

"You're human now. You're free of this curse. Take advantage of it." Sam looked up when he heard the Bunker door slam shut and returned his attention to Cassandra. "I'm gonna go take a shower. Holler if you need me."

Cassandra nodded and watched as he retreated from the room, leaving her alone. She sighed and her gaze drifted towards the fridge. Tilting her head, Cassandra rose to her feet and crossed the room to the fridge and pulled out her leftovers. She opened the box and grabbed her burger, taking a bite. Her eyes fluttered closed and she sighed through her nose as she swallowed. It tasted better, just as Dean had said it would, but she still hated the fact that she had to eat daily.

The blonde walked the box of food over to the table with a glass of water and sat down, scrolling through her phone on pointless apps to keep busy while she ate.

She stopped half an hour later when footsteps echoed in the hall and she turned in her seat to see Dean standing in the doorway with a warm smile on his face. Dean shook his head and chuckled. "Don't stop on my account.  I just came to put a few things away."

"Didn't plan on it," she replied softly, taking another small bite. She ate slowly, not wanting to overdo herself after not eating anything for quite a few days. She held a finger up as she chewed, eyeing the grocery bag. "What'd you buy?"

Dean only pushed the bags towards her, a smug smirk resting on his lips when she opened the first one. Cassandra stopped and looked up, shaking her head. She couldn't help but smile and giggle when she met his gaze.

"I wasn't kidding," Dean told her, leaning forward across the table until their noses were touching. "And I have a feeling we'll be pretty wasted tonight."

"Glad to know you've matured," she retorted sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Did you buy any food?"

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

Cassandra pulled away and grinned, rifling through the bags until she pulled out a box of Star Crunch cookies. Her eyes lit up and she looked to Dean. "Dude, I love you."

"I know you do. Just take it easy, okay? The hangover tomorrow will be bad enough. Let's not add to it," he warned her.

Cassandra nodded and held up a single finger, nodding. "One." She opened the box and pulled out a single cookie before closing the cardboard and handing it back to Dean. "Don't let me have any more than this."

"Noted. Do you binge these things?"

Cassandra nodded and laughed as she took a small bite. Her eyes fluttered closed and she let out a moan. "It's been years since I last had one of these. It had to be freshman year with Adam." Cassandra's face fell at the mention of Adam and guilt settled in the pit of her stomach.

"Cassy?"

"Adam," she muttered. "Michael killed him." She looked up to Dean. "He wasn't in the Cage, Dean. His soul never separated from Michael's because it wasn't in his body. Adam was dead by the time the fight went down."

Dean frowned and grabbed her free hand. He reached out and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, sending her a sad smile. "Hey, baby, he's okay now. He's most likely with his mom up in Heaven, okay?"

She nodded but the smile didn't return. She set the cookie down and cleared her throat, standing up. "I'm not hungry anymore. I think I'm just gonna go take my shower."

"Cassy—"

"I won't be long," she promised, leaving without another word.

Dean sighed and ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. He stared down at the abandoned cookie and set it in the fridge with the rest of the cold products he had purchased.

True to her word, Cassandra walked in the bedroom only fifteen minutes later with a towel wrapped around her body, her wet hair cascading down her back. She flashed a small smile at Dean when he looked up and she moved towards the closet but he jumped up and pulled her against him, flopping back onto the bed. Cassandra let out a giggle and turned to face Dean.

"What are you doing?" she whispered with a smile.

Dean only leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips, running his hand down her side. His eyes fluttered closed and his other hand rested on the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

"What's this for?" Cassandra muttered against his lips.

"I love you. That's all." He trailed down her jaw and turned them so that he hovered over her, continuing down her neck. "I can't show my affection for you?"

Cassandra sighed and pushed him back lightly. "You're playing something. What is it?"

Dean furrowed his eyebrows. "What?"

"There's more behind this than just wanting to show affection. I can tell. I can read people, Dean. It's what I went to school for."

Dean sighed and hung his head. "I just—I want you to be okay. I want you to know that I love you; that it's not just me spitting out three dumb words. I know everything's been hard for you lately," he explained.

Cassandra managed a small smile and trailed her fingertips across his cheekbone. "I know, Dean. You don't anything to prove to me. If anything, it's me that should be proving myself to you." She leaned up and pecked him on the lips. "I should get dressed. It's already four."

"Really? Guess we woke up late," Dean muttered. He rolled off of Cassandra and groaned, staring up at the ceiling as she stood up and made her way to their shared closet. He watched as she slid shirts to the side before settling on a simple red v-neck. She crossed the room to the dresser and pulled out a pair of blue jeans and her undergarments. "What time do you want to get to the bar?"

Cassandra shrugged as she dropped the towel and stepped into her underwear. "When's it easiest to get a seat at the bar?"

"Uh, about ten minutes. Leave after you get dressed?" His gaze raked over her body as she shimmied on her jeans and clasped her bra, turning back to him.

"Sure. Let me just do my makeup really quickly."

Dean groaned. "You don't need that shit."

"Well, I like that shit. And if you haven't noticed, my skin looks like freakin' Snow White's. Whatever the hell Amara did to me, it's also draining the life from me. I'm not healthy and up to par. I don't know if you've seen it, but I have. I've lost ten pounds."

"You're not eating," Dean returned.

Cassandra shook her head. "No. No, we both know it's not that."

Deep down, Dean knew the truth. There was a chance that Cassandra was slowly dying, and she would if they didn't find a way to stop it. But it wasn't set in stone. She was still pretty beat up, and mentally she was weak and exhausted. The pills couldn't kick in soon enough. Dean stayed silent and instead watched as she sat down in front of the desk and pulled her makeup mirror over in front of her, flicking on the light on the base.

"So, out of curiosity, how much is all of that in total?" Dean questioned.

Cassandra chuckled. "Thank god for credit card scams," was all she replied with. She let out a sigh and stared back at her reflection in the mirror, her hand dropping to the desktop.

"What's on your mind?" Dean asked.

She shook her head and continued with the makeup. "I just...feel different, y'know? With the depression and everything back at full force, it's like I'm not even me."

"What's it like? Living with diagnosed depression, I mean."

"You mostly just feel empty, and you don't have any motivation to do anything or even get up in the morning. You still smile and laugh but sometimes it just hits you. It's lonely. Even when you have people who you know love you and care about you, you still feel lonely and like no one is there for you." Cassandra set the foundation sponge down and grabbed her eyeliner pencil, uncapping it. "To put it simply, it's like drowning, but you can see everyone else around you breathing."

Dean looked down and pursed his lips, nodding. He scratched his chin and nodded his head to the side. "Sounds horrible."

"It is," Cassandra agreed. She turned to face Dean and smiled. "But I've got you and Sam to help me through it this time. And the meds will help, too, of course."

"I'm sorry."

"For?"

"For dragging you into this life."

Cassandra sighed. "Dean—"

"No," he interrupted. "No, Cassy, I never really apologized. Sam and I should've just left you alone at your apartment. You had a better chance of surviving without us than you do with us. Wherever we go, death follows. Bodies drop and people get hurt around us. This isn't the life I wanted for you. I should've let you run when you tried."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Dean, because I don't feel like that at all," Cassandra replied softly. She managed a small smile and gave him a one-shouldered shrug. "My life was boring. I was on a schedule and it was tedious. It was all studying and homework and classes and staying in my apartment because I was too scared to really go anywhere or I didn't have the motivation or energy to get out of bed. I was lonely. My friends were people I saw in the hallway of the apartment building and in my classes."

"You would've been a therapist."

"I would've been boring," Cassandra corrected. "The excitement of hunting and discovering new creatures and finding out that everything I was against is actually real, it changed me. I got you out of it. Is that so bad?"

"You ended up trapped in the Cage with Michael and Lucifer for seven-hundred years."

"Maybe I deserved it. I was no angel. I wasn't a mindless soldier. I let my feelings get in the way. I let my human side mix with my angel side and look where that got us. I betrayed you, Dean. I sided with Michael, and then Lucifer."

"Baby, you were new in the life. You still are. You don't know everything and what to do."

"I knew enough. I had you and Sam and Bobby to keep me in check and I still went with Michael and look how that ended. Adam's dead, Jo and Ellen are dead, Cas is gone, I've killed innocent angels. You know, there was once a time where I was a warrior, not a stone-cold killer."

Dean sighed and pressed his lips into a thin line. He didn't know how to respond. Maybe things could have turned out differently if she had just listened to him. When he didn't reply, Cassandra turned back to finish her makeup. It was silent for a few minutes before Dean spoke up: "You know, when I first saw you after pulling you from the Cage and I looked into your eyes, I could see that you weren't the same. I saw something dark; something evil. I just didn't want to believe it. Maybe...maybe I could've stopped things earlier. You could still have your Grace."

Cassandra froze in the middle of touching up her lipstick before sucking in a sharp breath. "Let's just stop talking about this." She set down her lipstick and flicked off the light on the mirror, rising to her feet. "Tonight's supposed to be happy. I want to be happy with you, not relive my mistakes."

Dean met her at the door and nodded. "Yeah. Okay."

~*~

Six shots and two hours into the night, Cassandra had dragged Dean up to the makeshift stage for karaoke. The bar was pretty full but not many people had an interest in karaoke. It was all an older crowd that night, and Dean and Cassandra seemed to be the two youngest humans in the building save for a bartender or two.

"Cassy, I don't sing," Dean told her as she scrolled through the song list. He knew she wasn't drunk, but she was definitely tipsy.

A giggle bubbled past her lips. "I ride in the car with you, remember? Both Sam and I know you sing." She grinned and clicked on a song, backing away before Dean could see the title.

"What are we singing?"

"It's a surprise."

"But how will I know—" Dean was cut off by the first few notes and he laughed, smiling warmly at the blonde. "You didn't."

She giggled again and licked her lips, turning her attention to the screen as Dean began to sing.

"I was a little too tall

Could've used a few pounds

Tight pants points hardly reknown

She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes

And points all her own sitting way up high

Way up firm and high."

Dean met her gaze and exchanged a grin before tugging her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist as she continued to the next verse.

"Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy

Out in the back seat of my 'sixty Chevy

Workin' on mysteries without any clues

Workin' on our night moves

Tryin' to make some front page drive-in news

Workin' on our night moves

In the summertime

In the sweet summertime."

The door to the bar opened, grabbing Cassandra's attention, and her grin faltered. She recognized that man. He was a vessel for one of Lucifer's followers. And although she couldn't see his true face, she knew damn well that there was a demon possessing the body. She tore her gaze from the demon and continued singing with her fiancé.

"We weren't in love, oh no, far from it

We weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky summit

We were just young and restless and bored

Livin' by the sword

And we'd steal away every chance we could

To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods," they chorused, Cassandra returning her focus to Dean and meeting his smile.

"I used her, she used me

But neither one cared

We were gettin' our share

Workin' on our night moves

Tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues

Workin' on our night moves

And it was summertime

Sweet summertime summertime."

The moment the song ended around two minutes later, Cassandra pulled Dean in for a kiss. "Demon," she muttered against his lips. "Lucifer follower. He's at the table next to the pole."

Dean pulled away, still smiling, and nodded. He took the microphone from her grasp and set it back on the stand next to his. His back was to the crowd as they walked off. "Want me to take care of it?"

"I got it," she assured him, slipping past the Hunter before he could protest. Cassandra's lips curled into a smirk and she sauntered over to the demon, taking a seat across the table from him. "This is a surprise."

The demon, Xavier, nodded. "Yes, well, I figured I would come find you. No one's heard from Lucifer or you in days. We were worried that Amara—"

"Amara got Lucifer," Cassandra interrupted. "But not a word of this is to escape, understand? I'm working on a way to get him back."

Xavier frowned slightly. "By singing with Dean Winchester?"

"What I do with  Dean is none of your business. I have a plan and I'm setting it in action. It doesn't involve you, Xavier," the blonde growled.

He nodded. "Yes, my queen. My apologies." He hesitated before speaking. "Forgive me, but why can I not see your true face? Has something happened?"

Cassandra kept up her poker face and cocked her head to the side, furrowing her eyebrows. "Xavier, I'm a Nephilim which means I have power greater than my father's. I can choose when I want someone to be able to see my true face. My power is close to that of God's. Why do you think no one has spotted Him even though He's on Earth? He doesn't want anyone to know," she lied smoothly. Her toes curled in her boot to keep from tapping her fingertips on the tabletop or brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, something she normally did when lying. "Now, is there anything else?"

"We're still searching for Crowley. We've had no such luck, but I believe we may be getting close. What should we do once we capture him?"

"Nothing."

Xavier recoiled, staring back at Cassandra in disbelief.

"Crowley is no risk to me or to Lucifer. Heaven and Hell are already rightfully ours. If there's nothing else, I'd like to get back to my night. Gotta keep up the act, right?" Cassandra smirked and tapped the table with her palm twice before rising back to her feet, meeting Dean back at the bar. She threw back a shot and shook her head, cringing.

Dean couldn't help but chuckle. "Should've prepared yourself, Princess." His gaze drifted over towards Xavier, watching as he retreated from the bar. "Everything good?"

She nodded and climbed on the barstool. "Uh, yeah. Still think I'm a Nephilim. Wow. I think I'm starting to feel something."

Dean leaned forward and kissed her, and Cassandra's left hand rose to cup his cheek. Her engagement ring glistened in the dim lighting and she pulled away with a grin. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you," Dean repeated softly. "Wanna go home soon? Bar's starting to get crowded."

Cassandra's gaze skimmed over the crowd and she shrugged. "Up to you. I'm up for whatever." She grabbed Dean's scotch and brought it to her lips, smirking over the rim of the glass. She took a long sip before pulling the glass away and swirling it around in her hand, her elbow propped on the bartop. "Sam's still home."

"Sam's in a different hallway for a reason," Dean said with a chuckle. "How about I close out the tab and drive us home? I am the most sober out of the two of us. We both may be human, but I have a higher tolerance for liquor."

"Sounds good. Meet me outside? I need some fresh air."

Dean only nodded and watched to make sure no one stopped her on the way out before turning his back on the door.

Cassandra stepped out into the cold air, shivering as it nipped at her nose. Part of her missed having a regulated body temperature, but she enjoyed being able to feel what everyone else felt.

"Humans get cold easily. Maybe you should've brought a thicker jacket."

Cassandra gasped and spun around, and her eyes widened upon seeing Xavier.

"I heard you and Dean Winchester in that bar. You're not a Nephilim anymore. You're human," he spat.

"What? No, of course not," Cassandra sputtered. She took a step back when he advanced towards her and she glanced at the door, praying for Dean to come out at that moment.

"And that rock on your finger." He nodded towards the ring. "That wasn't there before. It's only been a week since you last visited Hell. You were with Lucifer and Amara, weren't you? They took your Grace."

"You're crazy."

"Really?" He arched a single eyebrow. "Then prove it. I can hear your heart pounding, Cassandra. You're scared." Xavier lunged for her but she ducked out of the way in time, cringing when his fist plunged straight through a car window. Thankfully, it wasn't Baby. He yanked his hand from the glass and spun around, latching onto her hair as she attempted to race back into the building. "I don't think so," he growled.

Cassandra yelped and jumped up, twisting her legs so that they curled around the back of his knees and brought them both to the pavement. She took this distraction as a chance to pin him down, landing a blow to the jaw. "You catch on fast. You're smarter than most of those dumb demons."

"Does Lucifer know?" Xavier questioned with a smug smirk.

Cassandra chuckled. "Lucifer's a little occupied with Auntie Amara at the moment. But I'll get back to you right after I kill him," she sneered. "But first, you're gonna die." She reached into the back waistband of her jeans and revealed her angel blade, plunging it in his chest before he could react or question her.

The demon screamed out and his body bucked as his vessel flickered between gold and red. His head smacked against the sidewalk and he stared up at Cassandra through lifeless, glassy eyes.

"No one can know," Cassandra whispered.

"Cassy?"

The blonde's head snapped up to see Dean standing in the doorway of the bar. Her eyes widened and she yanked the angel blade from the demon's chest, rising to her feet.

"What happened?"

"He figured it out," she replied through heavy breaths. She gestured to his body with the blade. "So I killed him."

"You killed—Princess, you're weak. How the hell did you fight off a demon?"

She shook her head slowly. "I don't know. It just...happened. Adrenaline?" she guessed, shrugging. Cassandra glanced around. "We better go before more come. I don't know if Heaven and Hell know about my lack of angel juice, but I'd rather them not."

"Agreed. Let's go."

The couple raced to the Impala, practically throwing themselves in the front seats before Dean floored it back to the Bunker. Cassandra closed her eyes and groaned, clutching her head. "Bar's not a good idea for a celebration before a demon fight."

Dean chuckled and shook his head. "Badass warrior princess," he quoted from seven years earlier.

Cassandra turned and grinned at him, laughing. "Badass warrior princess," she repeated.