A hand grasped Cassandra's shoulder and the last thing she heard was Sam Winchester's voice before being thrown to the floor. She cried out as the figure grabbed her neck, lifting her from the bright white floor that she recognized as the room she and Cas were training in only hours earlier. Her vision hadn't refocused yet and she gasped for breath, struggling to breathe. Her feet kicked at air, inches from the ground beneath her. She clawed at her attacker's hands, desperately trying to escape their grasp.

"You stupid, stupid, girl!" the male voice roared. Cassandra's vision started to focus but she didn't recognize the face or the voice. "You should have stayed away from those boys when you had the chance!" Cassandra's blue eyes were wide as she stared into another set of eyes her color, the man's raven hair slicked back.

"Wh—who are you?" she choked out. The man threw her to the floor and she gasped for breath, clawing at the ground for safety and security. Her hand lifted to her throat, rubbing the raw red handprint that had been left. Cassandra coughed a few times, her palms pressed flat against the floor to hold herself up.

"Who do you think? Your father," he spat. She turned her head and stared up at him with wide eyes. No longer seeing his human vessel, she saw a bright white face. She lifted her arm to shield her eyes from the light but was instead pushed onto her back, his foot on her chest holding her down. "You should have known better than to go running back to them," he growled.

"Michael?" Cassandra whispered. His jaw clenched, confirming her thoughts, and her eyes widened. "I don't understand. Why would the angels let Sam free Lucifer? He will kill us all!"

"That's what you are for! In the case that my vessel and I fail, you are the one who will stop him! We will win this war but only if you comply and stay up here with us," Michael explained. She furrowed her eyebrows, shaking her head.

"Where is 'here'?"

"Heaven, my daughter." Cassandra's eyes widened and she felt the training from Castiel kick in immediately, her fight or flight reflex taking over. She grabbed onto Michael's foot and pulled it off of her chest, twisting it around so that he lost his balance. Michael fell to the ground and Cassandra sprung up, taking off. She tugged on the handle of the door, breathing a sigh of relief when it opened. "Get back here, Cassandra!" Glancing both ways with two directions to go, Cassandra took the left and bolted down the corridor, glancing over her shoulder every now and again.

"Castiel, if you could hear me, now would be a good time to pop in and save my ass!" the blonde shouted. After another thirty seconds of running she had a feeling that Castiel couldn't save her. He was dead for all she knew. Taking a sharp right, Cassandra stumbled upon a door.

"Oh, thank Jesus," Cassandra muttered before flinging it open. She slammed it shut behind her and leaned up against it, listening as Michael's footsteps passed by. "Who would have thought that I would have this life?"

"Cassandra?" Cassandra's gaze snapped up to see a familiar blonde, her head cocked the side and eyebrows furrowed as she studied the Nephilim. Cassandra's hair was a bit wild from behind tossed around like a rag doll from her father, but her dress was still in perfect shape. "I'm confused. You don't own that outfit. You hate anything that isn't a pair of jeans or leggings." Cassandra's eyes lit up and her heart raced in her chest as she slowly pulled her weight from the door. The familiar blonde was dressed in a white nightgown, one that Cassandra recognized from her nightmare.

"Jess?" she whispered. Cassandra slowly advanced towards her, reaching out and touching a lock of her hair. Tears welled in her eyes when she realized she was real and she let out a small laugh. "Jess!" Pulling her into a tight hug, Cassandra gripped the back of her nightgown, Jess doing the same to her dress.

"Oh my God, Cassandra. I never would have thought I'd see you again. How are you? How's—" Jess stopped talking immediately and pulled away, keeping Cassandra at arm's length. "Wait. If you're here that means you're dead," Jess said softly. Cassandra shook her head, still grinning, and took Jessica's hands in hers.

"I'm not dead, Jess. I'm not dead and I have a feeling I won't be going to Heaven when I die." Jess shook her head in confusion.

"I don't understand."

"Mom had been lying to us our whole lives. We're half-sisters, Jess. We have a different father...and mine is Michael." Her excited voice had dimmed down to a soft sadness, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Jess released her sister's hands.

"Michael who?"

"Michael, Jess. The archangel. I would have never believed it either but I'm a Nephilim. All these years my powers were dormant." Jess took a step back, studying the blonde in front of her. Cassandra's face fell when she recognized the fear in her eyes. "I won't hurt you."

"What killed me?" Jess choked out. "Was it—was it an angel? A Nephilim?" Cassandra shook her head.

"A demon. The same demon who killed Sam's parents. Dean had dropped Sam off after their hunt and when he got back—"

"I know. I know, Cassandra, I saw them. I was alive for most of it. I could feel everything. The heat, the pain from the stab. I could hear Sam's screams and Dean pulling him out. The last thing I remember is the apartment going up in flames and then everything went white," Jess explained. Cassandra nodded and sniffled, wiping away a tear. "Mom's here, too, if you want to see her." Cassandra's heart leaped in her chest at the thought of seeing her mom. She glanced over Jessica's shoulder but shook her head, returning her gaze to her eyes.

"I can't stay. I have to get back to Sam and Dean."

"How is Sam?" Jessica questioned, grabbing Cassandra's arm before she could turn away. The Nephilim's expression faltered but she forced a smile on her lips before Jess could notice and she nodded. "He's good? Has he moved on or...?"

"No. No, Sam hasn't moved on. Not that I know of anyways. I haven't been with them that long. They found me back at college working a case and it just so happens that they needed me." Cassandra could hear Angel Radio in her head, each screeching voice louder than the last as gossip about Lucifer's rising and Cassandra's escape flooding her mind. She cringed and ducked her head down, shaking it to try and get rid of the voices. Jess eyed her worriedly. "Look, I have to go. Everyone's okay. I promise. I just...I just have to go. I love you." Cassandra pulled her sister into one last hug before running out of Jess' Heaven, letting the door behind her slam shut. She had blocked out her yells of protest, knowing that she'd stay forever if she lingered only a second longer.

Cassandra glanced both ways before taking off down the hall and making a sharp right, a bright white light shining through cracks in a wall. She let out a shaky breath and shrugged her shoulders. "You better be a gate to Earth you son of a bitch," she said before running towards it. Cassandra shielded her eyes from the light as she rushed through, phasing right through the wall.

She rolled onto a patch of soft grass, her elbow wedged under her as her nails dug into the dirt. Cassandra squinted her eyes and looked up, pushing herself off of the ground to see a large field. It stretched on forever, meeting the sky from as far as she could see. Cassandra spun around and made out a road. She was on Earth. She could use her powers. She closed her eyes and sucked in a sharp breath, focusing on Dean's face. She pictured his chiseled jawline, the bright green that was his eyes, the freckles dotting his face that she had only taken notice to two night earlier.

She pictured as much of Dean Winchester as possible before using her wings as Castiel taught her. She disappeared from the field, stumbling into a table. All chatter stopped and every pair of eyes was locked on the Nephilim that staggered back into the wall behind her, clutching her stomach as she groaned.

"You're upset." Zachariah's voice drifted through Cassandra's ears and she looked up, opening her eyes to see him standing among, Sam, Dean, and Chuck.

"Yeah. A little. You sons of bitches jump-started judgment day!" Dean yelled. Cassandra pushed herself off of the wall and stood next to Sam, placing a hand on his shoulder. Her eyes told him that she knew something and he nodded, letting her know that she could tell him later.

"Maybe we let it happen. We didn't start anything," Zachariah replied, pointing to Dean. He looked over to Sam. "Right, Sammy?" Zachariah winked towards the younger Winchester. "You had a chance to stop your brother and you couldn't. So let's not quibble over who started what. Let's just say it was all our faults and move on. 'Cause like it or not it's Apocalypse now." Zachariah swiped his finger over some blood on the chair next to him, rubbing his fingers together before flicking it off. "And we're back on the same team again." Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Is that so?" Dean retorted. Zachariah nodded and looked to Cassandra.

"You, too, Sweet Pea. You're needed back up in Heaven. Nice escape, though." She scoffed and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. Zachariah looked to Dean. "You want to kill the devil. We want you to kill the devil. It's...synergy." Zachariah sent him a cheeky grin, shrugging. Dean scoffed and glanced over his shoulder at the blonde next to Sam before looking back to the angel.

"And I'm just supposed to trust you?" Zachariah nodded. "Cram it with walnuts, ugly." Zachariah's playful expression faltered, morphing into a deadly glare.

"This isn't a game, son. Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast—before he finds his vessel." Sam chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

"His vessel? Lucifer needs a meat suit?" Sam questioned in disbelief. Zachariah nodded.

"He is an angel." He glanced at the two angels behind him and chuckled before returning his attention to the Hunters and Nephilim. "That's the rules. And when he touches down, we're talking Four Horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies—the greatest hits. You can stop him, Dean, but you need our help," the angel explained. Cassandra started to head towards Dean, stopping just next to him as she hardened her glare on the angels before her.

"You listen to me, you two-faced douche," the blonde spat. "After what you did, we don't want jack squat from you!"

"You listen to me, girl! You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did?" Zachariah asked with a chuckle. He went to continue when he noticed blood dripping from Dean's clenched fist. "You're bleeding." Cassandra's gaze drifted to Dean's hand and she smirked just as Dean nodded. He was smarter than anyone gave him credit for.

"Oh, yeah—a little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up." Dean pulled the sliding door from the wall to reveal a familiar banishing sigil painted in his blood. He slapped his bloody hand on the sigil, Zachariah's screams cut off just as he and the other angels vanished into thin air. Cassandra stayed.

Dean looked up to make sure all of the angels had disappeared and turned to look at Cassandra, Sam, and Chuck before returning his attention to the empty kitchen.

"Learned that from my friend Cas, you son of a bitch." Cassandra and Dean turned to look at Chuck and Cassandra cringed, just noticing Chuck's appearance. He was splattered in dried blood and covered in what seemed to be soot, his clothes completely stained and ruined. She arched an eyebrow at him.

"This sucks ass," Chuck said.

Shortly after, the trio had retreated to the Impala to find a hotel and come up with a plan of some sort. The moment they stepped outside of Chuck's house Dean had grabbed Cassandra's arm and pulled her back towards him, placing a kiss on her lips before pulling her into a tight hug. She tensed for a moment before hugging him back and nuzzling her head in his chest. Sam watched with raised eyebrows.

"Where the hell did you go? I thought you were dead," Dean whispered, fisting the fabric of her dress. Cassandra sighed and pulled away.

"Heaven. Michael pulled me out. Apparently the raging dick does have somewhat of a heart." Dean chuckled and shook his head. "He tried keeping me there but I found the gate and escaped." Cassandra turned to face Sam. "And I saw Jess." Sam's gaze softened and a small smile tugged at his lips. "She misses you." Sam opened his mouth to reply but no words came out, his eyes welling with tears. "And she doesn't blame you for anything."

"She's okay?" Sam choked out. Cassandra nodded, laughing.

"She's more than okay. Her and my mom are fine. They're at peace. You don't have to worry about her anymore." Sam nodded and sent the blonde a grateful smile before she returned her attention to Dean. "Castiel, is he—" Dean nodded.

"Yeah, I think so." Cassandra sighed. "We just have to find another way to ward you. That's all."

"And to use my powers. Castiel started teaching me and once I grasped the concept I manage to get here just before you two showed up." Dean pulled her back in a hug, kissing the top of her head. Cassandra cringed and shoved him away. "You need a shower," she said, wrinkling her nose. Dean managed a laugh and nodded.

"I think we all do. We also have to get you clothes. As great as that dress looks on you, you need actual pants and shoes," Dean told her. She nodded in agreement and looked over to Sam who studied her body in confusion.

"How did you gain that much weight in two weeks?" Sam questioned. Cassandra chuckled, shaking her head.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you in the car. We really need to get moving." Dean stared down at her, his eyebrows scrunched together. "I can hear the angels. They're searching for me and they'll come back to Chuck's if we stay any longer." Dean nodded and gestured for her and Sam to get in the car, following them to climb in the front seat. Cassandra slipped in the back and kicked her flats off.

"So when did you two happen?" Sam inquired. Cassandra and Dean exchanged glances.

"About two nights ago. Ruby picked me up when I was on the side of the highway. I hadn't known she was a demon until right before I crashed the car. She disappeared after that, probably to get back to you." Sam nodded and gulped, looking away. Cassandra's face fell and she let out a sigh. "I'm not mad, Sam. I don't have a right to be since I wasn't here the whole year but I'm not mad. It was a mistake. Ruby played you. It happens to all of us." Sam scoffed and shook his head.

"Not everyone releases Lucifer from his prison." Cassandra stared at him flatly, Sam catching her expression in the rearview mirror.

"We will defeat Lucifer."

"With what?"

"With me. Teach me to fight, teach me how to be a Hunter. I can work on my powers on my own or if we come across another angel who isn't a total douchebag maybe they'll help me. We just need to steer clear of Michael." Dean glanced at the Nephilim in the rearview mirror, raising an eyebrow at her. He wasn't sure what to say. 'How do you expect to avoid your father?' 'Does this mean you're sticking around?' 'How do you know you're strong enough?' 'What about all of the other angels and demons after you? Will Lucifer come after you, too?' Dean's mind raced a mile a minute and he couldn't pick a question to start with. So instead he leaned back in his seat and faced the road as he put distanced between the Impala and Chuck's house, flipping on the radio.

~*~

Cassandra and Dean wandered around a Walmart in Maryland, deciding to make the stop for clothing before grabbing a motel room. People eyed Cassandra as she and Dean made their way to the women's clothing department, finding a woman in an elegant black lace dress odd for a simple grocery store. Cassandra and Dean simply ignored their stares and headed straight for the jeans.

"So...you saw Jess?" was the first thing Dean had asked. Sam made the decision to stay in the Impala, too ashamed to be around his brother and the blonde at the moment. Cassandra begged him to come in with them but Sam declined and told her that he'd rather be alone. The blonde glanced up at the Hunter and nodded. "What was she like? Was she...the same?" Cassandra sighed.

"Honestly? I don't even know," she admitted. Dean's hopeful expression fell. "I don't know if she's what I remember. It's been so long. Dean, I forgot her voice by the second year. I forgot the color of her eyes by year three, and what she sounded like by the fourth year. My memory of my sister was slipping away and it scared me." Cassandra voice cracked at the end and she couldn't bring herself to look at Dean as she fingered through the jeans. She didn't even know what size she'd be considering her sizes and weight had been fluctuating for what felt like forever.

"It happens. I was just a kid when my mom died so I lost her memory fast. It was her laugh before her voice, then it was her smile. I only had pictures to help me," Dean replied. Cassandra nodded.

"I held onto her laugh as long as possible. It was my favorite thing about her." A small smile played on Cassandra's lips as she grabbed a size two pair of jeans to try on. Dean stuffed his hands in the front pockets of his own jeans and watched as she wandered around, grabbing random articles of clothing.

"We also need to get you a new phone soon. Yours is done for," Dean said. Cassandra stopped walking and turned to face Dean.

"My friends think I was kidnapped."

"Sam's friends think he's a serial killer," Dean replied with an innocent shrug. "Hopefully yours will just assume you're dead. I'm sure your friend will spread the news of your mom and Michelle passing and people will think that you went with them. Rumors will spread but they won't affect you or your title because you're no longer Cassandra Moore, psychology major. Now you're Cassandra Moore, daughter of Michael and on Heaven's Most Wanted." Cassandra let out a sigh and grabbed three pairs of black leggings.

"But I don't want to be Cassandra, daughter of Michael and on Heaven's Most Wanted. I want to be just another stupid human and become a therapist and deal with everyone else's problems besides my own," she replied, draping the pants over her arm. Dean chuckled, ducking his head down before looking up to the blonde with an amused smile.

"Us humans are stupid, huh?" Cassandra rolled her eyes playfully.

"You know what I mean." She huffed and shook her head. "How did my life get screwed up this fast? I mean the last normal moment I remember is studying and ignoring my mom's calls." Dean chuckled.

"That is the last normal moment you had." He reached forward and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her towards him. Cassandra's back was pressed against his chest and he leaned forward, resting his chin on her head. "And you can deal with mine and Sam's problems instead of yours. How's that sound?"

"Your problems seem to be the literal Biblical Apocalypse and eternal damnation brought upon us by Lucifer himself. I'd rather stick with depression and abusive childhoods, thanks," Cassandra said flatly. Dean threw his head back and laughed, letting out a long sigh. "Also, when did we become a thing? I figured we had that one night and then you would've treated me like you always did." Dean shrugged.

"You're different. You're not like all of the other girls. First of all, it'd be awkward if that happened and then we went on with our lives like nothing happened and second, I actually like you, Cassy. Maybe I want to try and have something with you," Dean replied. She rolled her eyes and lightly shoved him off of her, continuing to the shirts.

"But that doesn't seem like you, Dean. You're a one-night stand type of guy. Besides, you said that Hunters can't have relationships and last I checked you're a Hunter and I'm a Hunter-in-Training. I also doubt that Heaven would be very happy with me dating you," Cassandra told him. Dean scoffed, shaking his head.

"Heaven isn't happy with you period. You escaped, you attacked Michael and even Cas, you punched Zachariah—nice hit, by the way—and you refuse to work with them or abide by their rules. I think they'd rather kill you than use you," Dean explained. Cassandra raised an eyebrow at Dean, stopping in front of a rack of shirts.

"Because making me sound like a fugitive is just so reassuring," she retorted sarcastically. Dean shrugged as if to say it were the truth before rifling through the clothing for anything that caught his eye. He stopped and turned towards her, holding up a plaid shirt. "Do you only wear four layers, three being flannel?"

"Do you always have an attitude?" Cassandra narrowed her glare at him and Dean raised his arms up in surrender, tossing the shirt at her. "Here, it's your size."

"Maybe I don't want it."

"Are you kidding? You looked amazing in my shirt so imagine how you'll look in it now," he told her with a smirk. Cassandra bit back a smile and added the shirt to her ever growing pile, pulling a few more plain shirts from the mass of clothing. "And I'm sure you want another pair of your boots and that leather jacket." Cassandra's eyes widened and her head snapped up towards Dean.

"Please tell me you didn't throw out my jacket." He shook his head.

"No, I figured I'd let you do what you want with it." Cassandra closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. "Sentimental value?" he guessed. She nodded.

"Jess got it for me when I turned twenty-one. Since I wouldn't go out drinking that was the next best thing in her eyes."

"Really? Mine would be a trip to the strip club or putting on some Casa Erotica." Cassandra glared up at him and he returned the action with a cheeky grin. She shook her head and sighed, eyeing the clothing in her hands. "You good?"

"I just have to try them on then get bras and stuff. Then we should be good." It was late and Dean knew they wouldn't be at a motel until sunrise which was fine with him. He preferred driving in the daytime anyways. He watched Cassandra retreat into one of the dressing rooms, taking out his phone and waiting impatiently for her to finish. He dialed Bobby's number and brought the phone up to his ear. Bobby answered on the second ring.

"Dean? Are you guys okay?" he asked immediately. Dean sighed and nodded, glancing over at the dressing room.

"Yeah. Cassy's getting clothes so we're at the store now and Sam's waiting in the car since he refused to come inside with us. I searched up motels around here and the Regent Inn Motel seems to be the best one for us. Think you can meet us? We're in Maryland."

"Yeah, yeah. And I think I might have some stuff that will help with Cassandra. Any progress on her powers?" Dean chuckled, grinning.

"Man, you've got to see her. She knows the basics of her mojo and she looks hot and healthy. Cas did something to her and she seems stronger than ever."

"I can hear you, y'know!" Cassandra called from the dressing room. Dean rolled his eyes, his cheeks flushing red at her words. Bobby chuckled from the other line and Dean could hear him close a few books around him.

"Alright, well I'll start heading your way now. Stay out of trouble until then. Can you do that?"

"No promises."

"And keep an eye on Cassandra at all times! If she's got her angel juice working then every demon and angel are gonna be searching for her. She's our best shot at ending everything now." With that Bobby hung up and Dean pulled the phone away, frowning down at it. Cassandra was a weapon to everyone; human, angel, and demon. But she was also a person. She had feelings and she had a soul. Sometimes Dean even forgot that. Dean pocketed his phone and glanced over at the dressing room.

"Hey, Cassy?"

"Huh?"

"When you said Cas healed you, did he heal everything?" Cassandra was quiet for a minute. She knew what he was talking about. They both did and Cassandra had been wondering it herself up until the moment she got into the dressing room.

"No." Her voice was softer.

Cassandra studied her body in the mirror, the scars on her stomach still staring back at her. She had been hoping that when Castiel healed all of her injuries that he took away the scars, too. Unfortunately he felt a need to leave the word that was carved into her skin forever. She let out a sigh and pulled the plaid shirt that Dean had grabbed over her head, twisting and turning in the shirt. She had to admit it; she looked good in plaid, just as Dean said.

Fifteen minutes later she stepped out of the dressing room, her lace dress clinging to her body with the clothes draped over her arm. Cassandra walked over to the reject rack and hung up two pairs of jeans.

"I am officially a size two," she told Dean. He nodded and eyed the rest of the clothes.

"And everything else fits? Pants, shirts, bras, underwear?" Cassandra licked her busted lip and nodded. She hadn't realized it when it happened, but she had bitten her lip when Michael slammed her into the floor. She hadn't even known that it was bleeding until she looked in the mirror in the dressing room. "So we're good to go?"

"Yeah. Checkout and then get to the motel you were talking about." Dean nodded and they started making their way to the register. Both Dean and Cassandra were quiet as they weaved through the odd shelving patterns, Dean tapping his fingers on his thigh while Cassandra glanced around, eyeing every person that passed by warily. She did her best to focus on angelic and demonic faces but she just couldn't do it. She couldn't even picture Michael's. She was too burnt out.

Cassandra mindlessly scanned each article of clothing in the self checkout, never uttering a word. Dean watched, waiting until she was done before swiping the scammed credit card and punching in the pin number and signing the fake name. They gathered up the grocery bags and left, making their way back out to the Impala. Cassandra's breath shook as she stood out of the Impala with her hand resting on the handle. Dean noticed her lack of movement and glanced over, furrowing his eyebrows.

"You okay, princess?" She shook her head but didn't look up. Dean leaned against his door and pursed his lips. "What's wrong?"

"I'm scared, Dean," she admitted. "I was just thrown into the supernatural world and now I'm expected to take down Lucifer if Michael fails." She looked up to him with wide eyes. "How am I supposed to do that when I don't have anyone to train me with my powers?" Her voice wavered and she glanced at Sam's sleeping figure in the passenger seat before looking back up to Dean. He rested his arms on the hood of the Impala and nodded, his gaze shifting around the area before settling on the blonde across from him.

"You'll be fine, alright? We'll all be fine. Me, you, Sam, and Bobby; we're all gonna make it out alive and the only one who will be dead is Lucifer and maybe Michael. Sam, Bobby, and I are going to make you into the best Hunter you can be. Okay?" Dean assured the Nephilim. Cassandra managed a small smile and nodded, pulling open the back door and sliding into the car. Dean sighed and tapped the roof of the Impala twice before getting in himself.

~*~

Regent Inn Motel

"Hey." Cassandra looked up from studying the gun in front of her to see Sam enter the room. Dean glanced up, nodding as he pushed the magazine back into the gun that he held.

"Hey," Dean returned. Sam closed the door behind him and pulled two small brown bags from his jacket, tossing one to Dean and the other to Cassandra who caught it effortlessly. It seemed that Castiel had also given her coordination. Dean held it up, examining it with furrowed eyebrows.

"Here. Hex bags. No way the angels will find us with those. Demons, either, for that matter," Sam said. Dean nodded.

"Where'd you get it?" Sam stopped, nodding his head to the side.

"I made it," he said simply. Cassandra paid no mind to their conversation, desperately trying to remember the parts of the gun that Dean had taught her only moments before. Normally she'd grasp the information immediately but right now her mind was too foggy and all over the place what with Lucifer's rising and Angel Radio constantly breaking through the barrier she struggled to keep up.

"How?" Sam hesitated and Dean stopped messing around with his gun and looked up, raising an eyebrow. Sam's expression faltered and he looked almost guilty to even reply.

"I...I learned it from Ruby." Cassandra stopped and raised her head, her lips parting slightly. Dean set his gun down and started to approach Sam but Cassandra stayed in her spot. She was desperate to be able to shoot the handgun, but Dean made it clear that she needed to know its parts before she was allowed to load it. That also meant staying out of an argument she had no business to be in. Cassandra sighed and wiped her hands across the black skinny jeans that clung to her legs, squinting her eyes down at the gun.

"Speaking of. How you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?" Dean inquired. Cassandra rolled her eyes at Dean, neither Winchester taking notice in the action as they were too distracted with their conversation. Sam shook his head slowly, scrunching his eyebrows together in confusion.

"I-it's weird. Uh, tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever put me on that plane cleaned me right up," Sam explained with a shrug. Dean nodded, fumbling with the hex bag in his hand.

"Supernatural methadone."

"Yeah, I guess." Sam paused, processing his words before speaking. He didn't know what to say. "Dean—"

"Sam," the blond Hunter interrupted loudly. He turned away to face Cassandra, watching as she glared down at the weapon that lay across the table. "It's okay. You don't have to say anything." Dean leaned against the table. "How we doin'?" he muttered to Cassandra. She sighed and glanced up, shaking her head.

"Well, that's good. Because what can I even say? 'I'm sorry'? 'I screwed up'? Doesn't really do it justice, you know? Look, there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right—"

"So why do you keep bringing it up?" Dean snapped. Sam sighed as Dean turned back to face him, walking down the steps and over to his brother. "Look, all I'm saying is why do we have to put this under a microscope? We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it." Sam nodded in reply, not daring to utter another word that could get him in more trouble. Cassandra gave up on the gun and stood up, joining the brothers at their spot in front of the mirror. "All right, so, say this is just any other hunt. You know? What do we do first?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows, not expecting Dean to move on so fast, but answered the question anyways.

"We'd, uh, figure out where the thing is," Sam answered. Dean nodded.

"All right. So we just got to find...the devil." Cassandra turned and raised an eyebrow at him. Dean pursed his lips in thought before sucking in a sharp breath, glancing over at the blonde. "Anything on Angel Radio?" She shook her head.

"No. It's just filled with ideas and rejected battle plans," she replied with a snort. "And a few remarks on how they should kill me for siding with the humans on something this big." Sam's eyebrows rose and he wasn't sure if he should be amused or worried. Dean nodded and swiped his tongue across his lips, sighing.

"We'll just continue your training then.

~*~

"How would you then explain an earthquake, a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes, all at the same time, all around the globe?" a female voice on the TV asked. Dean rested on the bed, remote on hand with his gaze locked on the TV screen while Sam sat at the table reading through a book of lore. Cassandra was sprawled on her back in the middle of the floor, staring up at the ceiling as she listened in on Angel Radio for anything important. She had mastered the parts of a gun but decided that it was enough for the day.

"Two words. Carbon emissions," a second voice replied. Dean scoffed.

"Yeah, right, wavy gravy." Cassandra turned her head towards Dean, shooting him a glare.

"Could you turn that off? It's distracting." He rolled his eyes at her and opened his mouth to reply when a knock at the door interrupted him. Sam's head snapped up and Dean glanced over curiously, grabbing the gun from the bed beside him and cocking the hammer back. He and Sam exchanged glances, the latter stepping over Cassandra on the floor.

Sam opened the door to reveal a blonde girl a bit younger than him, a grin spread across her lips as she stared up at Sam. Her chest heaved and she struggled to breathe correctly out of excitement.

Cassandra sat up, propping herself up on her elbows and watching the scene unfold with interest.

"You okay, lady?" Sam questioned. The girl continued to grin and gasp.

"Sam...is it really you?" Sam glanced back at Dean but quickly snapped his head towards the girl when she took a step closer, placing a hand on his chest. Cassandra raised an eyebrow in amusement, pushing herself off of the floor. She jumped up and wiped the dust from her new clothes, leaning against the wall next to Sam. "And you're so firm."

"Uh, do I know you?" The girl pulled her hand back and Sam continued to stare down at her, bewildered. His tall frame towered over her, much like it did with everyone else, and the girl seemed to be a couple of inches shorter than Cassandra. The Nephilim hoped that she wasn't like this all the time otherwise she'd be hard to be accepted by a normal person

"No. But I know you. You're Sam Winchester. And you're—" The girl glanced over at Dean who stared at her, his gun hiding behind his leg out of her vision. The girl's face fell at the sight of Dean. "—not what I pictured." Dean frowned slightly and looked to Cassandra who shrugged. She grinned up at Sam again. "I'm Becky." The girl—Becky—shoved her way past Sam and Cassandra into the room. The two exchanged glances and Sam shrugged this time, closing the door behind her. Becky turned towards Cassandra, furrowing her eyebrows. "Who are you?"

"Not important. Now talk," Cassandra replied, still leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. Becky nodded and glanced between Sam and Dean. The grin returned to her face and she bounced on the balls of her feet excitedly.

"I read all about you guys. And I've even written a few—" Becky glanced down, giggling nervously. Cassandra reached behind her back, ready to pull the angel blade from the waistband of her jeans if needed. "Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were." Dean and Cassandra exchanged glances before the former stood up.

"Chuck?" the blond questioned. Becky nodded.

"He's got a message, but he's being watched. Angels," she sang, staring up to the ceiling before returning her attention to the brothers. "Nice change-up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old." Cassandra rolled her eyes, motioning for Becky to get to the point. They didn't have all day.

"Right. What's the message?" Cassandra asked.

"He had a vision." Becky closed her eyes, moving her hand in front of her as she said each word. "'The Michael sword is on earth. The angels lost it.'" Cassandra's eyes widened and she stepped forward.

"The Michael sword?" the Nephilim inquired. Becky nodded.

"Becky, does he know where it is?" Sam continued. Becky nodded once again, her breath still staggering from excitement.

"In a castle, on a hill made of forty-two dogs." Cassandra's face fell and she threw her head back, groaning. Those words sounded like a bedtime story to her. She was seriously starting to doubt Chuck and his abilities.

"Forty-two dogs?" Dean asked, eyebrow raised. Sam looked over to Dean before glancing back down at Becky.

"Are...you sure you got that right?"

"It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said." Becky stepped closer to Sam despite being a foot away from him already. She gazed lovingly into his hazel eyes and Cassandra bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. "I memorized every word." The shorter blonde reached up and touched Sam's chest, dragging her hand over it. "For you," she finished. Sam glanced over at Dean and then to Cassandra, shooting the Nephilim a glare when he noticed her struggle to bite back her laugh. Sam glanced up at the ceiling, the awkward tension in the room growing rapidly.

"Um, Becky, c—uh, can you...quit touching me?" Becky's eyes were closed and a smile rested on her lips as she shook her head.

"No."

Cassandra and the Winchesters have met Becky; Dean and Cassandra are showing compassion and care for each other; and Dean's making sure she's okay and putting time into her despite the fact that they have bigger problems to deal with. Dessandra?