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Dean walked around the room, stopping to study a white plaster angel figurine sitting on one of the tables. Cassandra looked up as he deliberately knocked it over, his bored expression turning into a smug smirk.

"Ouch. Hurt my feelings, Winchester," she teased. Dean snorted.

"You asked to see me?" Dean spun around to see Castiel, and Cassandra jumped, scowling. Castiel eyed the shattered figurine and Dean glanced down at it guiltily before returning his attention to Cas. He nodded and cleared his throat.

"Yeah, listen, I, uh, I-I need something."

"Anything you wish," Castiel replied. Cassandra and Dean exchanged glances, their eyebrows raised in shock. Cassandra shrugged.

"I need you to take me to see Sam," Dean demanded. Castiel cringed slightly and looked towards Cassandra before looking back to the Hunter.

"Why?"

"There's something I got to talk to him about."

"What's that?"

"The B.M. I took this morning," Dean retorted sarcastically. Cassandra pressed her lips in a thin lines and bit back the smile that threatened to take over. "What's it to you? Just make it snappy." Cas sighed, shaking his head.

"I don't think that's wise." Dean rolled his eyes at the angel.

"Well, I didn't ask you for your opinion."

"Have you forgotten what happened the last time you met?" Castiel questioned. Dean clenched his jaw and scoffed, shaking his head.

"No. That's the whole point. Listen, I'm gonna do whatever you mooks want, okay? I just need to tie up this one thing. Five minutes — that's all I need," the Hunter requested.

"No." Cassandra's eyes widened and she sat up from her spot on the table, her knee raised to her chest.

"What do you mean, no? Are you saying that we're trapped here?" she demanded. Castiel shook his head.

"You can go wherever you want."

"Super. He wants to go see Sam," Cassandra snapped. Castiel narrowed his glare at the Nephilim.

"Except there."

"I want to take a walk," Cassandra said. Dean furrowed his eyebrows before realizing what she was doing. She was trying to help him see Sam.

"Fine. Dean and I will go with you," Castiel told her. She licked her lips and shook her head.

"Without Dean. You and I, Feathers, have a lot to talk about starting with how to use my powers."

"No." Dean rolled his eyes and shoved past Castiel, gesturing for Cassandra to follow.

"You know what? Screw this noise. I'm out of here. Princess, let's go." Cassandra jumped off of the table to follow Dean to the door. They were about two feet from it when Castiel spoke up.

"Through what door?" Dean turned to face him, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. He shook his head and turned back to face the door only to see that it had been replaced by a smooth wall identical to the rest, a black table with a statue resting on top of it. When he twisted back around to snap at Cas he found that he, too, had disappeared...with Cassandra.

"Damn it."

Cassandra landed in an empty pure white room. She held an arm up, shielding her eyes from the bright light as she spun around in a slow circle. She looked down to see that she was no longer wearing the clothes that Dean had given her, but a black, lace, floor-length dress that was still too big.

"I understand you are injured." Cassandra gasped and spun around to see Castiel standing behind her. "Let me heal you." He stepped forward to place his hand on her head when she took a step back.

"Don't you touch me, you douchebag," she growled. Cas stopped and lowered his hand to his side. "Take me back to Dean or take me to Sam or Bobby. One of them." Castiel said nothing. He only stared at her. "Now!" Cassandra roared. Castiel stared at her sorrowfully, shaking his head.

"I cannot do that. But let me heal you, Cassandra. You are in an immense amount of pain. I can feel it radiating off of you now that your medications have worn off," Castiel explained. Cassandra's eyes widened. Her medications had worn off? That meant she could use her powers. She sucked in a sharp breath and glanced away before nodding. Castiel flashed her a grateful smile and stepped forward, placing a hand on her head. She felt something warm and comforting course throughout her body and she could feel her cells regenerating rapidly in all different areas of her. Cassandra let out a deep breath.

"What the—"

"All of your physical wounds have been healed and I've taken off the lingering effects of the medication." Cassandra opened her mouth to reply but stopped, a quiet whispering distracting her. She glanced around in search of the source but found only Castiel in the white room with her. It slowly grew louder as if someone were turning the knob on a radio, torturing her until it was at max volume. Cassandra grabbed her head and cried out, sinking to her knees in pain. Her screams pierced the air and Castiel could feel his head throb slightly but he didn't show a reaction.

"Make it stop!" Cassandra cried out.

"You are the only one who can control it, Cassandra. That's Angel Radio you're hearing. All of your senses are heightened as a Nephilim and the medication was blocking it. Focus on turning it down," Cas explained. She leaned forward, her forehead resting against the ground as she clenched her blue eyes shut. "We cannot begin your training until you have turned it down."

Cassandra pictured the volume knob in the Impala, the only one she had known for one long week. She pictured herself reaching forward and turning it down, turning and flashing a smile at the Winchester brothers as she did so. "It's too loud," she heard herself tell Dean. Cassandra recognized it as a memory from the day they had found Jimmy Novak. Suddenly the voices started to die down and she continued to turn the knob, stopping when she couldn't hear it anymore.

The Nephilim slowly pulled her hands from her ears and opened her eyes, sitting up. She looked up to Castiel from her knees and took the hand he held out for her. He pulled her up to her feet and she looked down, noticing that she was wearing only a simple pair of black flats.

"My boots," she whined with a small pout. Castiel sent her a small smile.

"No need to worry. You will get a new pair once you are done with your training. The others were badly torn up from the crash." She nodded and sighed, rubbing her hands together. Cassandra went to wrap her arms around her torso, a reflex from always being cold, when she stopped, furrowing her eyebrows. She eyed her arms warily. She was wearing a sleeveless dress so why wasn't she cold? "Your powers have kicked in. Your body is heating itself on its own," Cas informed her.

"Is that even possible with how thin I am?" Cassandra questioned. Cas raised an eyebrow.

"But are you that thin anymore?" Cassandra parted her lips as she scrunched her eyebrows together. Cas gestured to a wall behind her, the white morphing into a mirror. Cassandra cocked her head to the side slightly as she approached it, turning to the side to study her figure. "You've been restored to your natural, healthy weight that you had before the stress of your finals and before they had increased the dosage of your medications. A warrior needs to be strong and you couldn't do that with how...fragile you were."

Cassandra turned back to face the mirror and noticed how the black dress clung to her body and outlined every curve; curves she hadn't had in over two years. Her hips were slightly wider, giving her better balance and stability, and her waist was about twelve inches smaller than her hips. She had muscle, not just skin and bone.

"How did you do this?" she whispered, turning to Cas from admiring her new figure.

"I simply restored you to your natural figure. With healing you completely, I gave you back all of the nutrients you were missing. I've healed everything that was wrong with you...physically." His voice dropped at the end. Cassandra understood Castiel clearly. He couldn't heal injuries of her mind; only she could do that. "Now that you have the physical ability to fight and use your powers, I have to teach you how." Cassandra raised an eyebrow and slowly walked towards Cas.

"Like that cool teleportation thing you do?" Castiel nodded, chuckling slightly.

"It's using our wings but yes. I can teach you that."

"And how to control my sonic scream?"

"It's not a sonic—"

"It's a sonic scream," Cassandra argued with a nod. Cas sighed, nodding and rolling his bright blue eyes. Jimmy's bright blue eyes. She didn't forget that there was an innocent man trapped in there, a backseat driver to an angel.

"Yes, I can teach you how to control your...sonic scream." Cassandra grinned. She had a feeling she'd be able to play Cas easily. He was oblivious to most human natures and actions and she also had an advantage that Dean and Sam didn't; she had a psychological background. "What you call your sonic scream is actually your angel voice. There are humans who are special enough to be able to hear it without injury. I have found that Dean is not one of them." Cassandra chuckled.

"I'll keep that in mind." Cassandra clapped her hands together. "Alright, Castiel. Teach me how to be a badass Nephilim warrior princess."

~*~

Cassandra let out a yelp as Castiel pinned her to the ground, angel blade raised above her chest with a determined expression etched into his face. Her blue eyes were wide and she held her hands up. "Woah, woah, woah! I know we've had our differences but geez! Harsh!" Cassandra yelled out.

"Cassandra, you have to learn how to fight back. A fight will never be fair. Demons will not spare you. Once they get ahold of your weapon you're dead," Castiel told her. She furrowed her eyebrows.

"My weapon? Wha—what weapon?" He cocked his head to the side slightly, squinting his eyes in confusion.

"You do not have an angel blade?" She shook her head. Using his distraction as an advantage, Cassandra wrapped her legs around his torso and turned them over, pinning him to the floor as she snatched the blade from his hand and raised it over him. She smirked.

"Now I do."

"You learn quick," Cas commented. She shrugged and rolled off of him, holding out her empty hand to help him up.

"I'm a straight A student. I learn fast. What do you expect?" Castiel felt a small smile tug at the corner of his lips. Cassandra noticed this action. She had managed to gain a bit of Castiel's trust. "Hey, uh, don't you think it'd be better to train in like a field or a church or something? I highly doubt a fight will go on in this empty room and I need to learn how to use things to my advantage."

"Like move things and use your wings," he clarified. The blonde nodded and licked her lips. "I suppose so. I was told to keep you here but I don't see the harm in taking you to another place if no one is around. You are enjoying this training. You wouldn't leave." Cassandra sighed and tucked the blade behind her back, running her fingers over it. Most of her powers worked with visualization. She thought that maybe—just maybe—she could create something else if she visualized it enough. "Where would you like to go?" She shrugged.

"Whatever works best," Cassandra replied. She handed Castiel his angel blade with a smile, slipping the second in the gap of the open back of her dress. "Your pick." Castiel pursed his lips in thought before placing a hand on her shoulder, teleporting them to an abandoned warehouse.

"Sam and Dean seem to get in a lot of fights in buildings like these." Cassandra snorted but quickly covered it up with a cough, nodding in agreement. "Where would you like to start?"

"Teleportation? Small things, like moving five feet away." Castiel nodded.

"That is important in a fight and with your power it will be of great use." Cassandra rolled her bottom lip between her teeth, listening to every word that escaped Castiel's lips as he started the explanation. Oh, how stupid the angels were to trust Cassandra alone with Castiel. Didn't they know that brain beats brawn in both Heaven and on Earth?

After the five minute explanation, Cassandra stared at Castiel before disappearing into thin air, appearing behind him. Castiel surveyed the warehouse, twisting around to see Cassandra standing behind him with a cheeky grin. He smiled proudly at her.

"Good. You're grasping the concept well." Cassandra disappeared, this time on the other side of the room. She glanced around for any type of weapon that she could use before she revealed her blade. Castiel appeared next to her, looking down at the five-foot-seven blonde. "Shall we try it in combat?"

"Sounds good to me."

"If you keep up this pace of training you should be able to complete it in just a few months," Castiel commented, walking a couple feet away from her. He slid his angel blade from the sleeve of his trench coat, a signal that meant he was ready to engage in combat. Cassandra clenched her fists at her sides and sucked in a deep breath before shaking out her hands.

    She and Castiel charged at each other, Cassandra ducking and just dodging a hit from Castiel. She rolled on the ground a few feet before jumping up, regaining her balance immediately. Now that her knee had been healed she had better balance than she could remember ever having. She was actually coordinated and she could fight. Castiel took two steps towards her before Cassandra shot her arm out, flinging him into the wall. Cas fell to the floor roughly.

    "I didn't teach you that yet," he said as he pushed himself off of the ground. Cassandra nodded, making her way towards the angel.

    "I know, but everything seems to be so simple when it comes to these powers." Castiel stood up straighter, brushing the dust and dirt off of his coat. "You just have to visualize it and—" She pulled the blade from the back of her dress, waving it in front of her. "—it happens." Castiel's eyes widened. Before he could react, Cassandra shoved him up against the wall, blade pressed to his throat. "Where is Sam?" she demanded.

"I-I don't know."

"You're lying," the blonde growled. Castiel did his best to shake his head despite the blade being pressed against his throat. A trickle of blood escaped the vessel's neck.

"I'm not! I don't know if he's made it to Lilith yet." Cassandra glanced down for a brief moment in thought.

Her eyes widened and she looked back to Castiel. "Ruby. Where's Ruby?"

"I don't know!" Cassandra pressed the blade against his throat harder, her jaw clenching. She wouldn't hesitate to kill Castiel. As much as she hated the life of a Nephilim and a Hunter, she didn't want the Apocalypse to start. "But I know who does." Cassandra gestured for him to continue. "Chuck Shurley. He's a Prophet. He knows what happens, where it happens, and when it happens before it's even happened. He lives in Kripke's Hollow. Ask him." Castiel's voice was strangled, almost as if he were struggling to breathe. But when Cassandra searched his eyes deeper she realized that it wasn't a lack of oxygen, it was fear. Castiel was frightened by her.

"You better pray to God that you're not lying to me." And with that Cassandra disappeared into thin air. He let out a breath of air and brought his hand up to his neck, healing the small wound that she had made with the blade. His shoulders slumped and he glanced around before falling to his knees.

Cassandra landed in a small house and she glanced around, wrinkling her nose at the mess. Her gaze fell upon a desktop monitor, the screen's reflection bouncing off of the glass behind it.

Lucifer Rising

Her eyes widened. If that was the title then that meant that Lucifer would escape his imprisonment and bring Hell upon Earth.

"Oh, yeah? Really? At the same time? Really? Wow. T-that sounds... moist." Cassandra furrowed her eyebrows, her gaze shifting to a man who paced the length of the room they were standing in. He had yet to notice her. There was a feminine laugh on the other line.

"Well, it can be." The man ran a hand through his hair, nodding.

"Uh, what are your rates?"

"We can get you one girl, one hour—one thousand," she replied. Cassandra raised an eyebrow. Was he getting...hookers? This was the great Prophet that Castiel told her about? Cassandra let out a small sigh but he didn't hear her.

"Okay. Then, uh, I'll take twenty girls for the whole night," the man told the woman. Cassandra arched an eyebrow at him, watching him with an amused smile. The woman on the other line sounded hesitant, and if Cassandra were her she was sure she'd be, too.

"I'm not sure you can afford that." The man chuckled.

"Lady, sometimes you got to live like there's no tomorrow." Cassandra felt a hand on her shoulder and she gasped, spinning around to see Castiel and Dean. The man heard her voice and he glanced up, his eyes widening in shock. "Wait. T-t-this isn't supposed to happen."

"Castiel? Dean? What are you doing here?" Cassandra questioned. Dean was too distracted by her dress, his eyes raking up and down her body. He met her gaze, raising an eyebrow and gesturing to her figure. "Uh, Castiel healed me," she said.

"Sir?" Cassandra turned back around upon hearing the woman's voice, the trio staring at the man, Dean and Cassandra with amused smiles plastered on their faces.

"No, lady, this is definitely supposed to happen, but I just got to call you back," he said with a small laugh before hanging up. He set the phone down on the table and looked up to the angel, Nephilim, and Hunter and smiled sheepishly. "I..." Cassandra turned to Castiel.

"This is the Prophet of the Lord you told me about?" Castiel nodded his head to the side.

"Well, he's human," he defended. Castiel squinted his eyes. "Humans are very odd." Cassandra rolled her eyes and turned back to the Prophet they knew as Chuck Shurley.

"We need to know where Sam is."

~*~

Dean paced the room, flipping through the pages of Lucifer Rising. Cassandra sat back against the counter and sighed, Castiel's glare locked on her. She looked up and rolled her eyes. "You gave me no choice," Cassandra defended. Castiel simply shook his head.

"St. Mary's? What is that, a convent?" Dean questioned, turning to Chuck. He nodded, licking his lips.

"Yeah, but you guys aren't supposed to be there. You're not in this story." Chuck looked to Cassandra. "And I don't even know who you are," he told her. She scoffed, shaking his her head. Of course he didn't. She was supposed to be an important weapon that no one should have any knowledge about. That plan of Michael's backfired.

"Yeah, well..." Castiel trailed off, turning his head to look at Dean. "We're making it up as we go." Dean raised his eyebrows in shock at the angel and opened his mouth to reply when the screen of the computer monitor started to flicker. Cassandra furrowed her eyebrows and pushed herself off of the counter, glancing around just as the house started to shake and rumble. The dishes vibrated on their shelves, crashing to the ground as the rumbling grew.

"Aw, man! Not again! No!" Chuck whined. Cassandra eyed the computer monitor that went out completely. A blinding bright white light took over the room and the blonde's eyes widened.

"It's the Archangel!" Castiel shouted over the sound of inhuman screeching. Cassandra recognized it as an angel's voice. A powerful angel, greater than anything she's ever heard on Angel Radio. Castiel turned to Cassandra and Dean. "I'll hold him off! I'll hold them all off! Just stop Sam!" Cassandra nodded and placed her hand on Dean's shoulder, teleporting them to St. Mary's Convent in Ilchester, Maryland. Dean stared at her with wide eyes.

"You can use your powers," he breathed. Cassandra nodded her head to the side.

"It's a work in progress. We need to find Sam!" Cassandra grabbed onto Dean's wrist and started to run, the lace trim of her dress flowing behind her with every step. Dean followed and they stopped just outside of the sanctuary. Cassandra's eyes widened upon seeing Ruby, Sam, and Lilith. "Ruby!" Ruby turned and smirked at Dean and Cassandra, holding her arm out. An invisible force flung the doors shut. Dean and Cassandra rushed towards the doors, pounding their fists as they screamed out his name.

"Teleport in!" Dean yelled.

"I can't. There's something blocking me," Cassandra replied. She continued to pound her fist on the wooden door. "Sam! Sam, stop! Sam!"

"Sam!"

"Sam!"

Inside the sanctuary Sam stopped, the glowing orange light in Lilith's vessel dying out. He furrowed his eyebrows and turned towards the door that Cassandra and Dean pounded on. He cocked his head to the side, studying the door.

"Dean? Cassandra?" he questioned. Sam was too focused on the faint sound of the duo's pounding and screaming as Ruby ran up to him, yelling and shouting.

"What are you waiting for? Now! Sam, now!" It wasn't Ruby's voice that pulled Sam away from the Hunter's and Nephilim's screams, but Lilith's laughter. He turned to face the blonde that was pinned against the marble slab.

"You turned yourself into a freak. A monster. And now you're not gonna bite? I'm sorry, but that is honestly adorable," Lilith taunted, arms still pinned beside her head. Sam's heart pounded in his chest, racing faster than ever before.

"Sam, please!" Cassandra screamed out.

Sam blocked out all other sounds, raising his arm towards Lilith. His eyes flickered to a coal black and Lilith started to scream out in pain, her body convulsing off of the marble that she was pinned against multiple times.  Her body glowed and flickered a bright orange and red as she gasped and wheezed for breath. Suddenly she went limp, falling to the floor. Blood poured from her lips and trickled across the marble as Sam's eyes returned to their normal hazel. His heartbeat slowed and he panted, his lungs greedily sucking up any oxygen he could get.

Sam furrowed his eyebrows, watching as the blood moved in a slow and deliberate motion as if it had a mind of its own. "What the hell?" he questioned.

Cassandra turned to Dean, their pounding and screaming coming to a halt as soon as Lilith's body dropped dead. Her face fell and she looked to Dean, shaking her head. "The power was Lilith, Dean," she whispered. Dean raised an eyebrow, gesturing for her to continue. "I can't feel it anymore." Dean grabbed her shoulders, and shook her lightly, staring her dead in the eye. All hope that Cassandra had once again was now lost.

"You listen to me, Cassy. Get in that room and see what's going on. See if you can stop it; revive Lilith; something." She gulped and nodded, stepping back from Dean. Suddenly she disappeared.

"I can't believe it," Ruby muttered, the blood circling around her. She stepped over it with a smile on her face.

"Ruby, what's going on?" Sam questioned. Cassandra appeared in the corner of the room and she glanced around, a bit dazed and confused, before her gaze landed on Sam and Ruby.

"You did it. I mean, it was a little touch-and-go there for a while, but... you did it."

"What? What — what did I do?"

"You opened the door." Sam's head snapped up towards Cassandra's voice, his eyes widening when he saw her standing there. Her black dress sweeped across the ground as she slowly made her way towards the blood and Lilith's body.

"And now he's free at last. He's free at last!" Ruby exclaimed, a wide grin on her face as she watched the sticky, red, liquid take its shape. Sam shook his head, clutching his hair as he glanced between Ruby and Cassandra.

"No, no, no. No, he — Lilith — I stopped her. I killed her!" Sam yelled. Ruby chuckled and looked up to Sam.

"And it is written that the first demon shall be the last seal. And you bust her open. Now guess who's coming to dinner."

"Oh my god," Sam muttered. Ruby shook her head and Cassandra's gaze fell to the blood. It formed a perfect circle, starting to spread out into a spiral inside. The doorway was opening and she couldn't stop it.

"Guess again," Ruby said. Cassandra could hear Dean start to ram into the door with a large candelabra, shouting her name. She couldn't bring herself to yell back, to tell him that it was too late. "You don't even know how hard this was! All the demons out for my head. No one knew. I was the best of those sons of bitches! The most loyal! Not even Alastair knew! Only Lilith! Yeah, I'm sure you're a little angry right now, but, I mean, come on, Sam! Even you have to admit — I'm — I'm awesome!" Sam shook his head, taking a step back from the demon. Cassandra clenched her fists at her sides, her irises glowing a deep blue.

"You bitch. You lying bitch!" Ruby's expression faltered, almost as if Sam's words had hurt her. Sam thrust his hands towards her, desperately trying to use his powers, but he dropped to the ground clutching his head just as Cassandra would if she tried to use them against her father. Sam was all out of juice. He was burnt out and anyone could see that.

"Don't hurt yourself, Sammy. It's useless. You shot your payload on the boss," Ruby told him. Sam shook his head, staring up at her with wide eyes.

"The blood... You poisoned me." Ruby kneeled in front of the hazel-eyed Hunter and shook her head.

"No. It wasn't the blood. It was you... and your choices. I just gave you the options, and you chose the right path every time. You didn't need the feather to fly, you had it in you the whole time, Dumbo! I know it's hard to see it now... but this is a miracle. So long coming. Everything Azazel did, and Lilith did, just to get you here. And you were the only one who could do it," Ruby told him softly. Cassandra started to approach Ruby but stopped, an invisible force holding her back. She glanced down at her feet in confusion before looking up to see Ruby's arm outstretched towards, stopping her.

"Why? W-why me?"

"Because... because it had to be you, Sammy. It always had to be you. You saved us. You set him free. And he's gonna be grateful. He's gonna repay you in ways that you can't even imagine." Dean finally broke through the door, drawing the demon blade that Cassandra recognized as the blade she had stabbed her father with. Ruby twisted her head around and chuckled.

"You're too late."

"I don't care." Dean advanced towards Ruby as Sam stood and grabbed her from behind. Cassandra stumbled forward, Ruby's powers no longer blocking her now that she was distracted. Sam held Ruby in place as Dean drew his arm back, plunging the blade through the demon's chest. Her mouth fell agape and a bright orange light flickered inside of her vessel before Dean twisted the knife and tugged it out. Ruby crumpled to the floor, dead.

Sam looked to Dean, tears welling in his eyes as his breath shook. "I'm sorry," he choked out. Cassandra was too distracted by Lilith's blood finishing its pattern on the floor. She gripped Dean's shoulder as a bright light shot out of the middle of the pattern. The convent started to tremble and Cassandra's eyes widened.

"Sammy, let's go," Dean said desperately. Sam was locked in his place, his eyes fixed on the light. Dean looked to Cassandra. "Poof us out of here, Princess!" She shook her head, gulping.

"I-I can't. I'm not strong enough." Sam clutched at Dean's shirt as Dean grabbed Sam's jacket, the trio staring into the light. Cassandra lifted her arm to shield her eyes as the energy filled the room, blinding the Hunters and Nephilim. Cassandra's breath hitched in her throat and she swore she heard someone call out her name before grabbing her shoulder, and it wasn't a Winchester. The last thing she heard was Sam's voice.

"Dean... he's coming."

So, Lucifer's risen and Cassandra has mysteriously disappeared and she's not with the Winchesters. Who do you think took her? Comment below who or what you think it was.