Sorry for the long wait. I've been so busy with school and testing that I haven't had time to transfer chapters over to Wattpad.

Lincoln, Nebraska

Cassandra stared up at the mansion as the wind whipped her hair around, her lower lip caught between her teeth. She had forgotten about the mansion up until now. It didn't hold very good memories for her, but it did contain powerful weapons.

Would it still be the same after six years? Would everything still be intact or had criminals broken in and stolen everything of value? Maybe the demons found it. Maybe the angels raided it. She didn't know, but there was only one way to find out.

Willing her feet to move, Cassandra made her way up the winding path before pushing the front door open. It was unlocked. It was never unlocked. She gulped and stepped in further, flicking on the light switch next to the door. The bulbs flickered before buzzing to life, sending out an eerie glow. Some had burnt out, and it was a given after six years of not being in use.

Her footsteps echoed in the open room and her gaze unconsciously drifted towards the table where she had first pinned Dean down after fighting him. Her eyes snapped towards the glass case and her heart dropped when she found that it had been shattered. By what, she didn't know. A spell had been cast on it to protect it from intruders, but it seemed that someone figured it out.

She found herself making her way towards her bedroom and she pushed open her door, cringing at the loud creaking sound it made. It was perfectly intact. No spell could overpower the blood spell that Castiel had taught her and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Cassandra picked up a photo of her and Jess and smiled down at it before gently placing it back on the dresser.

Her phone buzzed as she reached for some of her old makeup and she pulled it out, furrowing her eyebrows when she saw Dean's contact picture. She swiped her thumb across the screen and brought it up to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey, where are you? We just got back."

"Oh. I'll be there soon. I was just out for a walk. I needed some fresh air," she lied smoothly.

Dean cleared his throat. "Alright. I'll see you in a bit. I love you."

"Love you, too." With that, Cassandra hung up. She took one last glance around her room before disappearing, abandoning the picture of her and Jess.

Cassandra stepped into the bedroom, smiling when she saw Dean unpacking his duffel bag. "Hey, how'd it go?"

Dean jumped and spun around, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw that it was only the Nephilim. He chuckled and shook his head. "I liked the vampires better than the birth control and safe sex conversation."

Cassandra furrowed her eyebrows. "Do I wanna know?"

"Probably not." Dean grinned and walked over to the blonde, resting his hands on her hips before leaning in for a kiss.

Cassandra kissed back instantly, letting her eyes flutter closed as she reached up to cup his face in her hands. "You really need to let me get out there," she muttered. "I'm going crazy in here and I don't like being crazy."

Dean chuckled and nodded. "I promise. Next case you'll be out in the field. For now..." He trailed off, continuing to kiss her.

Cassandra kicked the bedroom door closed before pulling Dean's shirt over his head and tossing it aside, pushing him back towards the bed without pulling away. She had managed to overcome most of her fear around him within the first week and a half, and to Dean she was almost back to her normal self.

"Cassy."

"Mm."

"What do you think of marriage?"

Cassandra tensed and pulled away, staring back at the Hunter blankly. He couldn't be serious, could he? Marriage as a Hunter? "W-what?"

"I know it's a little random, but I've just been thinking. We just got you back, yeah, but we already knew what we wanted back during the Apocalypse. I mean, it's not such a crazy idea, is it?" he asked.

Cassandra was silent for a few moments, mulling it over in her mind. "Dean, we weren't together that long then. Sure, we made it to 'I love you' and we slept together once before I fell in, but I don't think we were marriage ready," she explained. "Besides, aren't we basically starting from scratch here?"

Dean furrowed his eyebrows, cocking his head to the side. "What? Why would you say that?" he inquired with a small laugh.

She shrugged. "I mean, I'm not the same and neither are you."

"So?"

"Okay, forget about that. How about the fact that we're both dead to the world? You were on FBI's Most Wanted for kidnapping me, and more, and I was pronounced dead after Michael killed me. How would we explain that?"

"Vegas."

"You can't be serious," she deadpanned.

Dean shrugged. "What? Sam got married in Vegas."

"Sam got—what?"

"Yeah," Dean replied with a nod. "Uh, two years after we lost you, we took our annual trip to Vegas and he married Becky."

"Becky. Becky as in 'Becky Rosen, Chuck's ex-girlfriend and the fangirl who wrote incestuous smut' Becky?" Cassandra replied, arching a single eyebrow. He had to be kidding. He had to be. Sam marry Becky? None of the Hunters could even stand the girl, let alone marry her.

"She had him under a love potion but that's not the point," Dean retorted, holding up a hand. "It could still be official and legal and it's still getting married. Come on, doesn't Cassandra Angel Winchester sound good? It sounds perfect to me." He sighed and forced a smile on his lips, shaking his head. "Look, it doesn't have to be anytime soon. I just thought I'd throw the idea out there. Maybe after this whole Darkness crap it could happen."

But you won't love me after we defeat Amara.

"Just...think about it, okay?"

"O-Okay."

Dean leaned forward and kissed her again, grinning. "I love you."

"I love you," she repeated, her voice soft and timid.

Dean figured it was still from shock, and part of it truly was, but it was more from the fact that he was talking about something they could never have. Even in the future their marriage didn't last. She had played both sides and in the end it got them all killed. Her heart dropped. Was this how it was going to end? She'd be the reason that Sam and Dean die?

"So, I was thinking," Dean said, "Today's Valentine's Day and I thought that maybe we could go a little further. I know you're still a little jumpy around me and it's totally okay if you don't want to, but it's just an idea. I don't want you to be uncomfortable or anything, Princess."

A small smile played on Cassandra's lips and she nodded. "Yeah. I think I can do that," she replied before attaching her lips to Dean's.

~*~

The next day Dean walked into the kitchen, hungover, and headed straight for the fridge. Sam looked up and arched an eyebrow, chuckling. "Morning," Sam greeted.

Dean grunted in reply, pulling open the fridge and rifling through it before he grabbed a box of Chinese. He opened it up and sniffed it, taking a bite only to spit it out and put it back in the fridge.

"Is that a hickey?" Sam asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"And?" Dean returned, squinting as a wave of dizziness hit him. He shook it off and continued towards the coffee, pouring himself a cup. "It was Valentine's Day. I can't help it if I'm a hopeless romantic."

"You got half of that right." Sam cleared his throat. "I didn't realize you and Cassandra were back at that point in your relationship. I figured she needed a little more time."

"That's what I thought," Dean agreed. He chuckled. "But she was more than eager. Sammy, that was probably the best sex I've ever had. And I've had a lot."

Sam laughed and nodded. "Yeah, it's because you love her. It had more meaning."

Cassandra entered the kitchen at that moment, rubbing her head and groaning. She wore only Dean's plaid shirt and a pair of black lace panties, her blonde locks wild and tangled. "No more whiskey," she whined. "I'm banning it from the Bunker."

"Good morning to you, too," Sam said. "Have a good night?"

"Mm." Cassandra grabbed a mug and poured the rest of the coffee in it, bringing it to her lips to take a sip.

"I thought you don't drink coffee," Dean said, watching her with furrowed eyebrows.

Cassandra pulled the cup away and sneezed, setting it back down on the counter. "I forgot." Another sneeze. "Now I know why." She sneezed again, earning a chuckle from Sam. She wrinkled her nose and dragged her tongue across the bottom of her teeth in an attempt to get rid of the taste. She sneezed once more and groaned.

"Are you, like, allergic?" a hungover Dean questioned.

Cassandra shrugged, sneezing. "I sneeze from it." Another. "A lot. And it's gross. Bacon. I need bacon."

"We don't have any. You ate the rest of it," Sam told her before she opened the fridge.

Cassandra threw her head back and groaned.

"We can make a run later."

The Nephilim winced when Dean pulled her into a hug and kissed her lips. He pulled away, frowning. "Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head and rubbed it. "I'm just sore." She let her forehead fall on his chest. "God, it's like I lost my virginity all over again."

"Hopefully it was more pleasant this time."

"Much."

"That's classy," Sam commented, his eyes skimming over the article on his computer screen.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah and what'd you do, judgy? Curl up in your snuggie, watch Fifty Shades on cable?" the older Winchester retorted as he sat down in the chair across from Sam, pulling Cassandra in his lap.

Sam stared back at him with an amused smile, shaking his head. "Yeah...no." He turned the laptop to face Dean and Cassandra. "Check this out. Staci Altman, a nineteen year old babysitter from Hudson, Ohio, was murdered last night."

"Oh, that blows." Dean turned the laptop back to Sam. "But if her name's not Amara, how is that us?"

"Because her heart was ripped out," Sam replied as he turned it back to face Dean who nursed his cup of coffee.

"On Valentine's Day? What is that, like, an ironic werewolf?" He shrugged and sipped his coffee. "Alright we'll check it out. But first I need bacon."

"Please," Cassandra whined, letting her head fall back on his shoulder.

"No, first you need a shower. Both of you," Sam told them.

"Is it that—" Dean pulled his overshirt out and sniffed his armpit, cringing when he pulled away. "You're not wrong."

"Yeah."

Dean stood up, pulling Cassandra along with him as they walked out of the kitchen. Sam watched them go with raised eyebrows, an amused smile crossing his lips. He was glad that they seemed happy, overall, and that they managed to break through a major barrier. He wasn't glad that he had to get some of the details and see the aftermath.

~*~

Cassandra leaned against the outside wall of the house as she waited on the porch, watching the forensics team take out the blood-stained furniture and rugs. She let out a soft sigh and tucked her hands in the pockets of her blazer. Dean had wanted her to go in but she just wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone at the moment. Something was wrong, and she didn't know what.

"Is it just me or is that guy acting a bit hinky?" Sam asked as he and Dean exited the house, stopping at the edge of the porch.

Cassandra pushed herself off of the wall and followed them down the steps.

"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing," Dean agreed.

"Let's split up. You can drop me off at the morgue and hit Dan at the office."

"Yeah maybe he'll be a little more open without his wifey around." Dean glanced over at Cassandra. "You with me, Princess?"

Cassandra nodded and licked her lips. "Yep. Let's go. Dead bodies aren't really my thing anymore."

~*~

Dean and Cassandra entered Dan's office after being led in by the secretary, the Nephilim bidding a quick thanks as she walked away. She grinned and walked towards the desk, holding her hand out for Dan to shake. "Agent Martinez," she introduced.

Dan nodded. "Dan. Please. Have a seat, Agents. What can I help you with?"

"I need you to be straight with me, Dan," Dean said, hands in his coat pockets as he paced Dan's office.

Cassandra took his side, glancing between Dean and Dan before her gaze settled on the latter.

"I'm not sure what you mean, Agent."

"I think you do." Dean stopped in front of his desk. "I think you're hiding something. And you didn't want to talk about it in front of your wife...you're schtupping the babysitter."

Dan let out a nervous laugh, glancing between the two Hunters warily. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, don't act all fake offended. We're actually trying to help you out here," Cassandra said. "Now, personally, I don't give a rat's ass who you screw, but I would hate for your, uh, extracurricular activities to get you involved in a federal murder investigation." Her tone was threatening; authoritative. Dean was impressed. She was usually better with kids than adults. A long silence filled the room before she raised her eyebrows. "Or I could just go talk to your wife."

Dan pressed his lips together in thought, mulling over his options. He sighed and glanced out the doorway before leaning forward on his desk. "I wanna be straight with you, Agents. I really do, but I can't."

"Sure you can," Dean replied.

Dan shook his head. "No. Really. I mean this is just too damn weird. You'd never believe me."

Dean kept his face blank as he replied, "Try us."

Looking out the doorway once more, Dan opened a drawer and pulled out a teddy bear, setting it down on the desk.

"Let me guess. The missing nanny cam," Cassandra said, crossing her arms over her chest and pursing her painted lips.

"I was having an affair with Staci. I only took the nanny cam because she kissed me in front of it. I forgot the damn thing was there." He opened the back of the beat and pulled out an SD card, popping it into the side of the computer monitor. "Anyway, I was gonna erase it as soon as we got home. But then we found Staci's body. Melissa ran upstairs for the baby and I—"

"Ran for the cam," Dean finished.

Dan nodded. "I know. It was a dick move. But I also know the cam must have recorded the murder. As soon as I erased the kiss I was gonna turn it over to the cops. I swear. Until I saw what was on it." Dan turned the screen towards the two Hunters and hit play.

The first thing that played was Staci and Dan kissing. He quickly skipped past it, stopping once it was about halfway through the night. Dan entered through the back door and grabbed Staci's shoulder from behind. She jumped and spun around, rising to her knees. It looked as if she were leaning forward to kiss him before he drove his hand through her chest, ripping her heart out.

Dean's and Cassandra's eyebrows both rose and they exchanged glances as Dan turned the monitor back to face him.

"I know that's me, but I swear it wasn't me. I would never hurt Staci. I loved her. I was at dinner the entire time. If you don't believe me, ask Melissa, or the waiter, or any of the seventy-five other people that were there. You gotta believe me," Dan explained, fear clear in his eyes.

"Relax. I do. We both do," Dean told him.

"You do?"

Dean nodded and leaned forward, pulling the SD card from the monitor and sliding it in his coat pocket. "I need you to sit tight. Keep a lid on this for the time being okay?"

Dan nodded, his eyes following Cassandra and Dean as they retreated from the office.

Cassandra looked to Dean. "Shifter?" she guessed.

Dean sighed and nodded. "Yeah, or one really amped up werewolf." Despite the situation, he chuckled. "Our Valentine's Day went surprisingly well compared to others." He nudged her side and smirked.

Cassandra laughed. "Yes, I suppose it did." She sighed and licked her lips. "Look, Dean, I'm sorry."

"For what?" he asked as they made their way out to the Impala.

"For waiting until now to do that with you. I know you really wanted to before and it's been a long time, but—"

Dean stopped and placed his hands on her shoulders, staring her straight in the eye. "Princess, I understand. I'm not mad and there's no reason to be sorry. You need time and that's okay. I get it."

Cassandra managed a smile. "Okay."

"I love you." Dean leaned forward and pecked her on the lips.

"I love you," she repeated, frowning when he turned and walked off to the Impala. Her irises glowed a deep blue before returning to their normal green and she jogged after Dean. How much longer could she keep this from him? How much longer until they both break beyond repair? How much longer until their relationship fails and there's no way to fix it?

~*~

Dean and Cassandra entered the motel room, greeted by the sight of Sam sprawled out across the couch with his computer in his lap. He looked up upon their entry. "Yo," he greeted.

"Hey," Dean returned. "Find anything?"

Sam sighed. "Yeah—Jack. Absolutely nothing points to werewolf."

"Well, step aside Urkel." Dean pulled the SD card out of his pocket as he crossed the room to Sam, sliding it into the computer. "It was Dan that stole the nanny cam."

Sam tilted the laptop and eyed the SD card curiously before looking up to Dean as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. "Why?"

Dean gave his brother a pointed look over his shoulder, earning a nod.

"He was schtupping the sitter," Sam concluded.

"Yep," Cassandra confirmed, effortlessly catching the beer that Dean tossed at her.

Sam furrowed his eyebrows, stopping the video and zooming in to see Dan walk in the back door. "Wait a second. I though Dan was at dinner with Melissa."

"That's not Dan," Cassandra told him.

Sam eyed her warily before continuing to watch the video, realization hitting when he saw Dan's eyes glow. He scoffed, shaking his head. "Shapeshifter."

"Yahtzee."

Cassandra's phone buzzed and she glanced down at it to see an incoming call. "Excuse me," she muttered, answering the call and bringing the phone to her ear as she exited the motel room, pulling the door shut behind her. "Yeah?"

"Cassandra, where are you? I'm at the Bunker and I can't feel you."

"Okay, first of all, that sounds wrong. You're my uncle."

Lucifer scoffed on the other line.

"And second, I'm on a case with Sam and Dean." She glanced over her shoulder towards the door before looking back to the vending machines. "What do you need me for at this very moment?"

"Well, I could use your help tracking Amara. I mean, that's what we're here for, right? Besides, I thought they weren't letting you tag along on cases."

"Just the first few until I got settled in. I think I proved I was ready last night," she replied, a small smile playing on her lips at the memory.

"Last nig—ugh, Cassandra, I didn't need to know that," Lucifer replied, cringing and making a gagging sound. "Just be careful. Heaven and Hell don't know we're back and I'd like to keep it that way. It makes everything so much easier."

"Agreed." The door to the motel room opened to reveal Sam, and Cassandra spun around. "Look, I gotta go. Just keep looking," she said in a hushed voice before ending the call. She went to walk past Sam and back into the motel room when he grabbed her arm, stopping her. "Sam, what are you—"

"Who was that?"

"Castiel."

"Cas hasn't talked to me or Dean in almost two weeks. Why would he call you?" Sam asked.

Cassandra shrugged and shook her head. "He wanted to know if I had anything on Amara. I'm a Nephilim, a direct descendant of her, and I can probably feel her presence. That's all. We're all scrambling to find something and we'll exhaust every resource possible," the Nephilim explained.

Sam searched her eyes, scoffing and shaking his head. "I don't know what you're up to, but I know it's something. Don't make us regret trusting you."

Cassandra scowled and her eyes glowed a deep blue as she tugged her arm out of the younger Winchester's grasp. "Don't test me, Sam. I'm not someone you want to piss off," she growled before walking past him and back into the motel room, her eyes returning to their normal color. How long until Sam told Dean? And how long until Dean believed him?

Sam watched her walk back inside with wide eyes, gulping as he glanced around warily. "Dean, what the hell did you pull out of the Cage?" Sam muttered, shaking his head as he followed the blonde inside.

He found her sitting on Dean's lap on the couch, giggling as he pecked her on the lips. They both looked up at the sound of his entry and Cassandra grinned at him, but there was a threatening look in her eyes. Her sweet, good girl demeanor that she had six years earlier was gone, not one trace of it to be found. She was playing them both and Sam knew it. What he didn't know was her game.

"I'm gonna head out for some grub," Dean announced, standing up. "Princess, you wanna come with?"

Cassandra shook her head as she locked gazes with the younger Winchester. "No. I think I'll stay here with Sam." She cocked her head to the side. "It's been awhile. We need to catch up."

Dean nodded as he shrugged on his jacket, not finding any part of her tone out of the ordinary. "Alright. Don't get in too much trouble." He leaned down and pecked her on the lips once more before grabbing the keys to Baby from the counter and walking out.

The moment they heard the engine rev and the Impala take off, Sam's neutral expression morphed into a scowl. "What's your game?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Cassandra said sweetly, batting her eyelashes. She chuckled and pushed herself to her feet, shedding her blazer as she walked over to the fridge. "You honestly didn't think I was the same, did you?" She turned and tossed him a beer.

Sam caught it effortlessly and replied, "Not completely. We established that."

She nodded and raised the bottle to her lips.

"What could you possibly get out of betraying Dean and I?"

"Oh, I'm not betraying you. I never would," Cassandra told him, pulling out a chair and swinging her leg over it, sitting down so that the back and herself were facing Sam. Her arms hung lazily over the back of the chair and she took another sip. "I'm protecting you."

"From who?"

Cassandra only smirked.

"Are you working with Amara?"

"Oh, God no. That's where we see eye to eye; the bitch needs to go," the blonde replied, a tone of disgust rolling off of her tongue. "She's in my way."

"Your way of what?"

"Of taking over Heaven." Cassandra tilted her head. "Come on, Sammy. We both know that Heaven's corrupt. There aren't any Archangels left to run it and, well, I'm the last living descendant of one. Michael was right about one thing, though; the power I have is extraordinary. I may be half human, but I'm more powerful than almost any angel and Archangel that ever existed; which is why you want to stay on my good side."

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Hell," she replied simply. She took another sip of her beer and sighed. "Look, Sam. I have no intention of hurting you and Dean. I actually want to keep you guys out of my...personal goals. They could really help you in the future. Imagine no angels getting in your way. Actually, scratch that. Imagine angels helping you. Hunting would get done ten times easier and faster."

"So then why lie to us? Why keep Dean and I out of the dark on this plan?" Sam inquired, furrowing his eyebrows.

Cassandra rolled her green eyes and sighed. "Sam, do you really think Dean would let me go through with this? I mean, taking over Heaven?" She laughed as she stood up, starting to cross the room. "I have a better chance of finding a way to let Lucifer out of the Cage." The Nephilim stopped, her blood red lips curling into a smirk. "Oh. Wait."

His eyes widened. "What did you do?" Sam demanded, his fist clenching at his side.

Cassandra waved it off. "Oh, relax. I'm not stupid, Sam. You underestimate me."

"Crowley would never let you pull Lucifer out," he told her as she crossed the room.

"Crowley loves me. It's not hard to manipulate him." She turned back to the Hunter. "I'm a source of power for him. I'm also the only one able to challenge him for his throne and win. Besides Amara, that is. If he loves it so much then he'll do as I say."

"Lucifer will destroy the world."

"No, he won't."

"What makes you so sure?"

Cassandra laughed again. "Because he told me himself. Sam, what exactly do you think twenty-fourteen was like when Dean and I were thrown there? All hellfire and dead bodies? Angels and demons on the battlefield?" she guessed. She shook her head. "It was the Croatoan virus; camps full of trauma survivors turned Hunters. It was Graceless angels; it was you starring as Lucifer and me starring as his prisoner. I was the poor damsel who lost her husband. And you wanna know why?"

"Do I have a choice in the matter?" Sam deadpanned.

Cassandra pursed her lips, studying him. "Lucifer wasn't destroying the world, he was rebuilding it. It was his own version of the Great Flood. I'm sure there was some type of Noah's Ark." She shrugged. "It just wasn't in Kansas City."

"If you know what Lucifer wants, then why don't you just create it all yourself without letting him out?"

"Because being alone is no fun," Cassandra replied with a mock pout. "He's also family. I stick by family."

"No, Dean and I are your family, Cassandra," Sam yelled. "Not Lucifer. He's just using you. He's just like Michael; once he's done with you he'll just toss you aside, maybe even kill you. You're nothing but a weapon to them. They don't care about you. They never did."

Cassandra scowled and dropped her beer bottle, appearing in front of the Hunter. She grabbed onto his shirt and slammed him against the wall, pinning him. "Don't you dare tell me who my family is. You haven't lived my life and you never will. So stop trying to define who. I. Am," Cassandra growled.

Sam stared back at her with wide eyes and nodded, breathing a shaky sigh of relief when she stepped back and let him go.

The rev of an engine caught her attention and she turned her head slightly to hear better, glancing up at Sam at the sound of a car door. "Keep your mouth shut about what I told you. Got it?"

"Let me just ask one thing; do you actually love Dean?"

Cassandra's gaze softened and she nodded. "More than anything," she whispered. "Which is why he needs to stay out of this." She spun around when the door opened and plastered a smile on her face.

"They were fresh out of your rabbit food. That okay, Sammy?" Dean asked as he kicked the door closed behind him.

Sam cleared his throat, nodding. "Uh, yeah, that's fine. Whatever you got is fine."

That night, Sam had trouble sleeping. He was constantly on edge with Cassandra's presence. Even when she was sound asleep, curled into Dean's side with her head on his chest, he couldn't help but feel as if she were still a large threat.

Could she have been lying and was working with Amara? The idea was far fetched, but it was possible. It wouldn't be the first time she betrayed the Winchesters' trust.

Sam sighed and sat up in his bed, running a hand down his face as he glanced over to Dean's and Cassandra's bed. The blonde shifted closer to the Hunter and Dean's arm reflexively curled around her to hold her against him. They seemed normal; almost...human.

He shook his head. What if Cassandra was right? What if she was trying to protect them by keeping them out of this? Could Sam really blame her when he'd do the same thing? Laying back down in bed, Sam tried to fall back asleep for just a few more hours until they needed to get up.

~*~

Cassandra sat up in bed the next morning, furrowing her eyebrows when she found that Dean and Sam were already dressed and rushing around the motel room. "What's going on? Why didn't you wake me up?" she questioned, throwing the covers off of her and standing up.

"Good, you're up. They just found Dan's body at his office, heart ripped out of his chest. Sam and I are gonna go check it out," Dean told her.

"Then what am I supposed to do?"

"Stay here and do research," Sam told her, flashing a smug smirk when Dean wasn't looking.

Cassandra scowled at him and shook her head in disbelief.

Dean jogged over and pecked her on the lips. "We'll be back soon. Love you."

"Love you, too," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Two can play at this game," Sam told her as he followed Dean out of the motel room. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving the Nephilim alone in the room.

She threw her head back and groaned before making her way over to the bathroom to take a shower. She turned on the water with a little more force than needed. Rage boiled inside her and she needed something to hit. So when a sudden voice appeared behind her, Cassandra spun around and landed a strong punch to their jaw, not at all caring who it was.

"What the fuck?" Lucifer growled, clutching his jaw as he glared up at her.

Her chest heaved in anger and she found that punching her uncle wasn't enough. "I need to kill something."

"What?"

"A monster, a criminal, a demon, something. Get me something to kill!" the blonde roared.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Sam knows."

Lucifer's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to reply when she cut him off.

"He knows that something's up but he doesn't know what. I lied and said I want to take over Heaven and control it since it's such a mess but Amara's in my way."

"That's not really a lie," Lucifer pointed out.

"Lucifer!"

He held his hands up in surrender, sighing. "Would he tell Dean?"

"I don't know."

"Does Dean suspect anything?"

"I don't think so." Cassandra shook her head. "No, he seems completely normal around me from what I can tell. I just—I'm pissed. Sam's going to use this against me and hang it over my head because he knows I don't want Dean to know." She reached forward and grabbed onto Lucifer's trenchcoat, curling her fingers around the fabric. "Do you see my issue here? We're at risk."

"First of all, let go of me." Lucifer grabbed her wrists and pried her hands off of his coat. "Second, relax. We can deal with Sam when the time comes. For now, just act normal. Sam can't prove anything if you're the old Cassandra."

Sighing, she nodded and stepped back. "You came here for something. What was it?"

"The throne is rightfully mine again," Lucifer announced with a triumphant grin.

Cassandra furrowed her eyebrows. "Throne? Throne of wha—oh." She rolled her eyes. "Nice going, idiot," she snapped, smacking the side of his head. "I could've used Crowley. He actually likes me."

Lucifer shrugged. "He doesn't know you're an ally and he also obeys my every command. He's my dog."

"Crowley is your little bitch," Cassandra deadpanned, arching a single eyebrow. She crossed her arms over her chest. "I never thought I'd see the day."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lucifer asked, offended.

"It means that Crowley's clever. He may not be as strong as you physically, even without part of your Grace." She smirked, taunting the Devil. "But he can still beat you. Watch your back. I only met him briefly but I do know that what Crowley wants, Crowley gets." Cassandra glanced over her shoulder at the shower before looking back to Lucifer. "I have to take a shower and do some research, so leave. Especially before the boys come back."

"You don't think Crowley could actually—"

"Lucifer!" Cassandra barked, narrowing her eyes into a glare.

He rolled his eyes before disappearing, leaving nothing but the flutter of his wings.

Cassandra shook her head and glanced around to make sure she was alone before stripping of her clothes. She eyed the word carved into her torso and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash over her body.