I've been having a really bad week so here's a chapter. Hopefully I get to see some comments. I always love those notifications.

Through the parted curtains the sun illuminated the old dusty hotel room, its rays shining directly on the blonde Nephilim in the corner of the room, knees curled up to her chest and fast asleep. They had stayed in a hotel room that lacked a couch or a cushioned chair so Cassandra had taken the floor again, her bed made out of extra pillows from Sam's and Dean's beds.

Cassandra groaned and turned to shield her eyes from the sun, a chuckle escaping a man's lips and drifting through her ears. "Rise and shine, Princess," Dean said, running a towel over his wet hair. Cassandra's eyes fluttered open and she looked up to see Dean dressed in only a pair of jeans, his chest bare. Her gaze drifted over to the scars on his shoulders before shifting towards his torso, his abs defined and what she guessed to be firm. Dean chuckled. "Checking me out again?" Cassandra's eyes snapped up towards Dean's and she scowled.

"You caught me off guard," she replied, pushing herself off of the carpeted floor. She let out a sigh and walked over to her backpack and pulled out a set of clothes. She had been smart and taken a shower the night before, desperate to wash away any trace of twenty-fourteen. The shower had made her feel better but not by much. Cassandra's gaze drifted around the room and she furrowed her eyebrows. "We're missing a Winchester."

"Sam went to grab food." She nodded. "I wanted to talk to you about what happened back in twenty-fourteen." Cassandra rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"I told you Dean; nothing happened. Your future self an I got into an argument and I left. I didn't want to go on the mission with him. It's that simple." Dean shook his head and stepped towards Cassandra, his lips pursed in thought. She pulled the tank top she had slept in over her head and grabbed the white v-neck from her backpack, throwing it on.

"He told you about us in the future. He told you that we were married. You couldn't look him in the eye after he came back from the mission. So why did the idea upset you so much that you couldn't bring yourself to look a man in the eye as you spoke to him?" Cassandra sighed, nodding. She glanced around the room before looking back up to Dean.

"It wasn't the fact that we were married that bothered me. It was that our marriage was the reason Sam said yes. Something obviously went down in Detroit between the three of us and I was there. Like Castiel said; I have the ability to end the world if I wanted to and I have a feeling that I did." Dean's gaze softened as he stared down at the blonde in front of him. She grabbed a pair of jeans from her backpack and glanced up at the Hunter in front of her. "Call Sam and tell him to order in. We're eating breakfast there."

~*~

Cassandra and Dean pushed open the door to the diner across the street, the bell above their heads jingling as an announcement of their arrival. Sam glanced up at the sound of the bell, waving the two over to his table. Cassandra's feet brought her straight towards the table but her mind wandered. The last time she was in a diner she had been confronted by Lucifer and killed a demon. She pushed the thought to the back of her head. She didn't need to worry about him at the moment. She had herself to worry about.

"So what made you want to eat in?" Sam questioned. His gaze was fixed on Dean but when the blond pointed his thumb towards Cassandra Sam furrowed his eyebrows and glanced over to her. "You wanted to eat in?" She nodded and forced a smile on her lips.

"Yeah. I just haven't had a real meal in a while. Or a meal at all for that matter." Sam nodded and shrugged.

"Alright. Guess we're gonna eat with you for the first time," he said. Cassandra chuckled and nodded, picking up the yellow menu that had been placed in front of her. Her eyes skimmed over the breakfast options, landing on a photo of a stack of pancakes paired with bacon and hashbrowns. She just found her first meal in weeks. "So how was training with Cas?" Sam questioned. Cassandra shrugged and set the menu down, looking up to Sam.

"I got thrown into a lot of walls," she admitted. Sam snickered. "But on the bright side I can bring myself to kill a demon or an angel now so that's something. Hopefully it'll be Lucifer that I'm driving a blade through. I'll also accept Michael, the son of a bitch." Dean stopped her, furrowing his eyebrows. He licked his lips and glanced around the restaurant to make sure no one was listening for leaning in further.

"You said that Michael gave you a beatdown up in Heaven." Cassandra nodded. "I don't understand. Why—why would he do that? You're his daughter. I mean he managed to save your life," Dean said with a chuckle. "Nephilims are abominations. They're supposed to be killed when found. So why would he hurt you?" Cassandra shook her head slowly as if to say she didn't know why.

"I'm just a weapon to the angels. I suppose they kept me around in the case of the Apocalypse starting and now that it's here—" Cassandra was cut off by the waitress walking up to their table, notepad in hand. She flashed a smile at the trio and clicked her pen.

"What can I get y'all to drink?" she questioned in a sweet southern accent. She definitely wasn't from around the area, that's for sure.

"I'll have a coffee. Black," Dean ordered. The waitress nodded and scribbled it down before looking to Sam.

"Same for me." She glanced over at Cassandra.

"A water, please." The waitress walked away to get their drinks and the moment she disappeared Cassandra continued to speak. "Now that it's here the angels will stop at nothing to get me on their side," the blonde finished. Dean nodded.

"And Lucifer?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow. Cassandra furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, playing it off. Dean rolled his eyes, scoffing. "Oh, come on, Cassy. I heard him back in twenty-fourteen. 'I miss our conversations'? Zachariah also mentioned your most recent interaction. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Lucifer confronted you," he hissed. Sam's eyes widened and he glanced over at the Nephilim.

"What? You told me that he didn't confront you." Cassandra sighed and ran a hand through her hair, knowing she was caught.

"Okay, yeah, he confronted me. Offered for me to join his side and said that I'd have all the power and training I want. I declined. Simple as that. He declared me an enemy and we moved on. It's not like he hurt me," Cassandra defended. Sam sighed and ran a hand down his face, shaking his head.

"Cassandra," he whispered. She frowned slightly. "How was he able to find you? You have wardings."

"He said that he's had eyes on me since I was five. Michelle and Sandy were demons and so was my other neighbor. I have a feeling that a lot more of my so-called 'friends' were black eyed bitches, too." Sam and Dean exchanged glances. Dean swiped his tongue across his lower lip and nodded.

"Okay. Alright. The girl that called you when we had Jimmy, what did you tell her?" Dean questioned. Cassandra shrugged.

"I fed her a bunch of bullshit lies. I told her that I had a family emergency and had to leave. When she mentioned me leaving with you and Castiel I just said that my mom sent you to get me. Amber knew she was dead before but I never said anything after that. I just hung up and that's when I stormed in the room. She doesn't know anything, Dean. I'm smarter than that," Cassandra replied. Sam and Dean nodded just as their drinks were set down in front of them. They all read off their orders and continued conversation only when the waitress walked away.

"What else did Lucifer say when he saw you?" Sam asked.

"Just told me about the demons and asked me to take his side on this war. Said all I had to do was walk out of that diner with him. I killed a demon and left on my own. That's it. I swear." Dean and Sam exchanged glances and it seemed as if they were having a mental conversation, one Cassandra couldn't seem to read. Suddenly Dean held his hand out, his palm flat and facing up. Cassandra furrowed her eyebrows at him. She wasn't sure what he wanted.

"Cassandra," Sam started. "Cas told us about what happened when he got back." Her face fell and she sighed, her gaze drifting down to the table.

"I'm not giving you the angel blade," she said simply, her attention directed towards Dean. He arched an eyebrow at her. "I'm not a child, Dean. I can handle myself. Besides, this is the only weapon I have to protect myself should we run into a demon or angel." He dropped his hand and rested his arms on the table.

"I thought we were past all of this, Cassy. I thought you were fine now," Dean snapped. "You were fine at Bobby's, remember?" Cassandra scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief.

"What, I have one peaceful night and suddenly all of my problems have vanished? You act like it's so simple. Did you ever think about the fact that maybe it was the alcohol that numbed me? It fucked with my mind. What did you think would happen?" Cassandra sneered. Sam sighed and leaned back in his seat, shaking his head.

"This was supposed to be a peaceful breakfast," he muttered. "Not World War Three." Cassandra shot him a glare that told him to shut up. Sam only raised his hands up in surrender, his eyes widening at Dean's next words.

"So everything that happened that night was just the alcohol? Everything you said and did were all just drunken words and actions?" Sam glanced between the Nephilim and his brother in curiosity. He knew that something had happened between the two but he never knew what.

"Did you hear those words come out of my mouth?"

"You were pretty much implying it."

"I never said that. I didn't lie to you. Everything I said was true. Crawl out of your damn hole of self-hate and realize that it's possible for someone to actually care for you other than Sam." Dean recoiled at her words, staring at her in shock. "You expect everything with me to be a lie or some game I'm playing. Did you ever stop and think that maybe..." Cassandra trailed off, shaking her head. "You know what, it doesn't matter. Forget it. Believe what you want."

"No. Say it."

"Why? So you can second guess it and ask if I'm drunk?" Dean scowled. "Maybe Michael and Zachariah were right. It was a mistake to get involved with you," Cassandra spat. Sam's gaze snapped up and he glanced between the two, waiting for Dean to shoot back a snarky remark of some sort. Dean only sat back in his chair and nodded. He chuckled softly and glanced away, licking his lips. Cassandra's nails dug into the tablecloth, anxiously awaiting a response. She sighed, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—"

"It's fine," Dean interrupted.

"No, Dean, I—"

"Cassandra. Stop." She pressed her lips into a thin line and nodded, glancing down at her drink. Sam sat there awkwardly, the tension almost too much to handle. Just then their food arrived and Sam breathed a sigh of relief. Something to distract them. Everyone only mumbled their thanks to the waitress before starting to eat, Dean stabbing his french toast harder than needed.

Sam cleared his throat, looking up to Cassandra. "So when are you going back to train with Cas?"

"Three weeks. Not sure how long I'll be there, though. Why?" Sam shrugged, slicing through his waffle.

"Just curious." Cassandra nodded mutely and continued to eat her food, only stopped when she heard a faint whisper. She glanced around the diner curiously. Sam furrowed his eyebrows at her, following her gaze. "Everything alright?" She nodded slowly.

"Yeah. Just thought I heard something. It was nothing."

"We're in a diner full of people, of course you heard something," Dean grumbled. Cassandra never looked over to him. She simply blocked out his voice. The faint whisper grew louder but she never showed any sign of it. It wasn't Angel Radio and she knew that. She had managed to turn it off when she got back from the future. She had no interest in listening to it at all hours of the day. The voice grew louder until it was as if someone was speaking to her. She stopped chewing the piece of her food and stared down at the bacon, her hand curling into a fist on top of the table.

"I told you it wouldn't end well with the Winchester."

Cassandra knew that voice. She had learned to recognize it by now. It was her father.

So Cassandra's been caught in her lies, huh? Dean's majorly pissed and her words obviously hit a nerve. Do you think Michael's right?