PSAT testing for me today. Loaded up on Chick-Fil-A and ready to fidget for four hours.

After the diner incident with Sam and Dean, Cassandra's three weeks were tension-filled and awkward. Dean barely uttered a word to her, only speaking to the Nephilim if he needed to ask for something or give her an order. They worked one case that involved a nest of vampires which meant Dean had to teach Cassandra to play FBI Agent. She had caught on quickly, much to his relief, and played her role effortlessly. The hunt was over in three days. Dean and Cassandra grew distant and by the time she had to meet Cas she and Sam were the only ones talking. Dean didn't speak a word to her in the last four days.

    Cassandra grunted as Cas landed a blow to her gut but she quickly regained her composure and stood up, swinging her leg around the angel and kicking the back of his knees. He lost balance and fell to the ground, giving Cassandra the chance to drive the kitchen knife through his chest. Castiel stared up at her proudly.

    "You no longer hesitate," he noted, pushing himself off of the ground and pulling the knife from his vessel. Cassandra nodded. "Your battles have become quicker. You're focused on the target and the target only. That's good."

    "Yeah, because there's no one else I have to worry about. What happens when Sam's with me and it's a life or death situation?" Cassandra replied, taking the blade back from the angel. Cas furrowed his eyebrows.

    "What about Dean?" There was a long pause before the blonde answered.

    "Dean can handle himself perfectly fine. He doesn't need my protection or help." Cas frowned slightly as she started to walk away, grabbing the water bottle that sat on the kitchen counter and taking a swig of it.

    "You know, Cassandra, we've been here for almost a week and you haven't mentioned Dean until now. I thought you two were...together." She shook her head and pulled the bottle from her lips, screwing the cap closed and setting it back down.

    "That was short lived. Very short lived." She clapped her hands together. "Alright. Again." Cas shook his head and walked over, pulling the knife from her grasp. She stared at him in disbelief as he slid it back in the drawer, closing it gently.

    "We've trained enough for the day."

    "What? No we haven't. It's only four!" Cas nodded.

    "Yes and we've been at it since midnight. I've taken enough beating for the day. Even angels need a break which is why I'm confused as to how you're not collapsing from exhaustion." Cassandra only shrugged. She didn't know the answer to that, either. She had expected to fall asleep around eight in the morning. Castiel sighed and retreated from the kitchen, swiping Dean's necklace from the counter as he left. "I'm gonna continue searching. You get some sleep."

    "But we're not done. We've only done regular combat. We haven't even touched my powers in days," Cassandra replied. Cas nodded and turned to look at the blonde who stared at him with wide eyes.

    "And we can do that when I get back. Eat something. Sleep. You're turning into a weapon."

    "Isn't that what I am?"

    "No, Cassandra, you're a Nephilim. You're human and you're an angel. You have feelings, needs, emotions. A weapon would be your angel blade. I understand you want to take down Lucifer and Michael but it doesn't have to be now. I expect to see you in this mansion, rested, when I get back." Castiel disappeared before she could even open her mouth to argue. She let out a defeated huff and glanced around the main room that they had been training in. Cassandra's phone buzzed and she pulled it out of her back pocket, staring down at it.

    Sam Winchester

    4:04pm

    Case. Alliance, Nebraska. I know you're across the state but we drive by you on the way there.

    Cassandra rolled her bottom lip between her teeth as she paced the room. Cas had told her to stay there and rest. He made it clear that they only had a couple days left before she could go back to Sam and Dean for a bit. Cassandra glanced up at the bolted door and smirked, chuckling to herself.

    Cassandra Moore

    4:07pm

    Sure, why not. Pick me up at the post office on 2nd st. Text me when you're twenty minutes away.

    Sam Winchester

    4:08pm

    Still can't get your powers working again?

    Cassandra Moore

    4:08pm

    They're faulty. Never know when they're gonna work or not. I don't want to take a chance with a moving car. Road rash. Ouch.

    Sam Winchester

    4:09pm

    We're about an hour out. Text you when twenty minutes away

    Cassandra slid her phone in her back pocket and made her way down the hall to her room. She nudged open the door and glanced around, her gaze landing on the duffel bag in the corner. She quickly rushed over to it and threw it on the bed before opening her closet. She pulled out random outfits and packed them neatly, her travel toiletries already in the bag.

    The Nephilim grabbed a towel and a black shirt, jeans, bra, and underwear before heading over to the bathroom to take a shower. She shut and locked the door behind her in the case that Castiel came back and turned on the water, letting it heat up. The only downside of the mansion was that the water heater took forever to kick on what with how old it was. She sighed and pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it in the hamper, her leggings following.

    She glanced up in the mirror and pulled her hair out of its ponytail before stripping her undergarments and stepping in the shower. She ran a hand through her blonde locks and let the water pour over her body, washing away all of the sweat and dried blood from her combat with Castiel. Cassandra watched it run down the drain and let out a deep sigh before reaching for the shampoo. Whatever this case was, she had a feeling it'd be long if she and Dean didn't make up.

~*~

When the Impala rolled to a stop in front of the post office on second street Cassandra knew immediately that Dean hadn't known she was tagging along. Sam was behind the wheel, much to her surprise, and Dean took one glance at the blonde before scowling. Cassandra could clearly hear Dean yelling at Sam, but Sam only shrugged in reply.

"No! Sam, I told you I didn't want her to come. I made it clear to Cas that she was to keep training for just a couple of more weeks. Look how much we got done without her around!" Dean had yelled. Sam rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"Dude, we worked one weirdass case. Besides, according to Cas she's been working her ass off. I think she deserves some action in the field," Sam reasoned. Cassandra wasn't sure if she heard their argument because it was just that loud or if it was because of her heightened senses. Still, she lingered outside the Impala.

"You went behind my back and texted her after I told you not to."

"We're not gonna get anything done when you two won't even look at each other! If you hadn't brought up Lucifer at the diner then none of this would've happened!" Dean turned in his seat to glare at his younger brother.

"She lied to us, Sam. She told us that she had absolutely no contact with him. She told us that she had been training. You really want trust her? She's just gonna screw us over in the end!"

"Keep acting like this and she'll probably take Michael's side on everything. She's our best shot at ganking both Lucifer and Michael but you need to stop treating her like she's just some weapon. She's a human, Dean. You want her to be mentally stable? Stop being such an ass to her and apologize. I'm sure she'll apologize for lying, too. Don't act like you're so much better than her. You lie more than she ever has." Sam slammed his hand down on the steering wheel. "Now act like the bigger person in this situation!" Cassandra pulled open the back door before they could continue screaming and poked her head inside.

"I don't have to come. I can always continue training on my own," she told them. Sam shook his head.

"No, it's fine. Get in." Dean shot a glare at his brother.

"No. Go back to training before Cas finds out you left." Cassandra cleared her throat awkwardly, her gaze shifting between the two Hunters. She wasn't sure what to do. Sam twisted around in the front seat and turned to look at the blonde.

"In. Now," he snapped. She nodded and slipped in the Impala, gently closing the door behind her. Dean turned back towards the road and crossed his arms over his chest, refusing to even look at her in the rearview mirror. Sam cleared his throat and started the Impala, speeding off down the street. "So how have you been?" Sam inquired calmly. Cassandra glanced between he and Dean warily.

"Uh, okay, I guess. Castiel says I've been improving so that's something." Sam nodded and tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. "Are you sure you want me tagging along?"

"Yeah. We could use your help anyways. You did good on the last case." She nodded mutely. "How have your nightmares been?" Cassandra sighed and shook her head.

"When I do sleep they're still bad. It's still the same one every time." Sam furrowed his eyebrows and glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

"Us and Jess?" She nodded. "I still don't understand how you're seeing what actually happened. I mean it's not like you even knew what we looked like then let alone who we were. As far as I know you had never seen the apartment," Sam said. Cassandra shook her head.

"I don't either."

"Just makes you more of a freak." Sam turned and stared at Dean in disbelief. Had he really just said that? Cassandra frowned and glanced out the window, wrapping her arms around her torso comfortingly. Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Look, I'm sorry that I lied but I didn't want to worry you guys. We were still so on edge about everything. I'm sorry, Dean," Cassandra said. Dean didn't reply. He only reached forward and turned on the radio, drowning out the sound of her voice. Cassandra let out a defeated huff and leaned back in her seat. This was going to be a long hunt.

~*~

    Sam and Dean walked into the morgue with Cassandra trailing behind. She glanced around, furrowing her eyebrows when Dean tensed at the sight of her from his peripheral vision. Both of them quickly shook it off, pulling out their badges for the doctor to see.

"Agents Page, Plant, and Moore, FBI," Sam said. They all quickly stuffed their badges back in their jackets, Cassandra flashing a small smile towards the man.

"Agents. What brings you by?" the doctor questioned.

"We need to see Amber Freer's body," Cassandra informed him. The doctor stared at her in confusion, cocking his head to the side slightly. Cassandra gulped. She had a feeling that she had done something wrong.

"Really? What for?"

"The police report said something clawed through her skull?" Dean replied. The doctor nodded in realization, glancing between the three Hunters.

"You didn't read the autopsy report that I emailed out this morning?" Cassandra and Sam exchanged glances, quickly thinking up a lie to save their asses. The blonde wondered if they had this problem often and how many times they got caught. Obviously they managed to sweet talk their way out of it if they weren't behind bars.

"W-we had, uh, server issues," Sam lied smoothly. The doctor nodded and walked over to one of the body freezers, Sam, Dean, and Cassandra following. They watched as he tugged the door open to the middle one and pulled out the tray that held Amber's body. He tossed the sheet back from her head and the trio cringed at the sight. It looked as if she had claw marks running down the side of her face and part of her brain was exposed.

"When they brought her in, we thought she was attacked by a wolf or something," the doctor said. Dean scoffed, nodding.

"Or something," Dean muttered.

"But we were wrong." Cassandra furrowed her eyebrows as the doctor picked up a plastic bag from the tray the Amber rested on and held it up. Inside was a single blue press-on nail, a ladybug stamped on the top.

"Is that a—"

"It's a press-on nail," the doctor confirmed. Sam winced internally and Cassandra cringed. Ouch. "We found it in her temporal lobe." Cassandra's blue eyes widened and her lips parted slightly in shock.

"Is that even possible?" the blonde questioned. The doctor nodded.

"Wait, are you—are you saying that she did this to herself?" Dean inquired. The doctor nodded again, throwing the bag back down next to the corpse. Cassandra sighed and frowned down at the body.

"Uh-huh. She scratched her brains out. It'd take hours, and it'd hurt like hell, but sure—it's possible," he explained.

"How?"

"Pick your acronym—OCD, PCP. It all spells crazy." Cassandra shifted uncomfortably on her feet, clearing her throat. Dean pulled the sheet over the corpse's hand, cocking his head to the side as he studied it. Four similar press-on nails covered her own, but her middle finger was bare. Cassandra pushed back a gag of disgust. How did Sam and Dean do this on a weekly basis?

"My guess, some kind of phantom itch. I mean, an extreme case, but..."

"Phantom itch?" Sam questioned. Cassandra nodded.

"All it takes is someone talking about an itch—or thinking about one, even—and suddenly you can't stop scratching," she chimed in. Sam and Dean eyed her warily and she gave them back an innocent shrug. "I know I had a major in psychology but I also had a minor in the medical field," Cassandra defended. The doctor smiled at her and Dean only shook his head.

"Thanks, doc," Sam said. The doctor turned and left, leaving the two Hunters and Nephilim alone. They started to walk out when Sam stopped, scratching under his collar and Dean scratching his ear. They stopped and exchanged glances. Cassandra only rolled her eyes and continued to walk out. "Why aren't you scratching?" Sam called out, racing after her.

"Because I'm the one the one who knows how to resist stupid urges like that," Cassandra yelled back, continuing at her normal pace out of the morgue. Sam and Dean exchanged glances before catching up to the blonde.

~*~

"Okay. Okay, now, some of these questions might seem a bit odd, but please just bear with me." Sam was seated in an armchair inside the house that Amber had babysitted for. The parents sat on the couch across from him and Dean and Cassandra lingered in the back awkwardly, glancing around the house to keep from having to look at each other. Only once Cassandra attempted conversation but Dean quickly shot her down. "Have you noticed any cold spots in the house?" Sam asked. The father of the boy Amber babysitted for shook his head.

"Uh...no."

"Okay, uh, what about strange smells?" Dean started to wander around the corner, blocking out Sam's questions. Cassandra glanced over to him before following, her gaze landing on a little boy that she presumed was Jimmy. He looked up almost guiltily.

"Whatcha lookin' for?" the boy questioned. Cassandra lingered in the doorway but she knew that Dean was aware of her presence.

"Don't know yet," Dean replied. Jimmy nodded. "It's, uh, Jimmy, right?" Jimmy nodded once again. "So, Amber was your babysitter?"

"Yes, sir." Dean chuckled, nodding and letting out a small sigh.

"Yeah, most of my babysitters sucked. Especially Ms. Chancey. She only cared about two things. Dynasty and bedtime." Dean continued to chuckle but stopped immediately when he realized that Jimmy just kept staring up at him blankly. Cassandra tilted her head slightly, taking notice in his body language. The boy was tense, on guard. He was hiding something. "Did you, uh, you see anything strange that night?"

"No, sir," Jimmy replied immediately. Dean turned and looked to Cassandra, raising his eyebrows. He nodded for her to come over.

"You sure about that?" Cassandra questioned. Jimmy nodded.

"I—I would tell you if I knew something.I promise. One hundred percent. Cross my heart." Cassandra and Dean exchanged glances and the latter stepped back, letting the blonde take over. She had more knowledge in this department and she was probably better with kids.

"Well, Jimmy, I, uh...I happen to know you're lying," Cassandra told him, her voice soft yet stern. Jimmy shook his head in denial.

"I'm not." Cassandra reached forward and placed a hand on Jimmy's shoulder, narrowing her eyes at him. She put on what Dean would call her mom voice. A voice she could never use on her own children.

"We gonna start talking truth, or are you and me gonna have to take a little trip downtown?" Jimmy's breath hitched in his throat and he glanced between Dean and Cassandra.

~*~

    The trio walked out of the house and Dean pulled a packet of itching powder from his jacket. "Cassandra got the kid to squeal. He said he put this on the babysitter's hairbrush," Dean informed his brother. Cassandra rolled her eyes at Dean, shaking her head.

"Dean, there's no way itching powder made that girl scratch her brains out. It's just ground-up maple seeds," Cassandra told him. Dean shrugged and stuffed the packet back in his coat.

"If you have any other theories, I'm open to 'em." Cassandra's eyebrows rose in shock. Those were the first words he had said to her all day. She and Sam exchanged glances but were quickly interrupted by Sam's phone ringing. He pulled it out and stared down at the unknown number before answering it.

"Yeah? ...Yeah, we'll be right there." They all rushed in the Impala, Cassandra quickly slipping in the back seat just as Dean started to drive off. Sam turned in his seat to look at the blonde, chuckling slightly. "So you majored in psychology and minored in the medical field. What didn't you do?"

"Learn how to draw. Socialize. Drink. Get in a relationship. Lose my virginity. The way it's lookin', I didn't do a lot of things." Sam laughed and shook his head, a small smile tugging on Cassandra's blood red lips. She let out a sigh. "Looks like it's coming in handy, though. I've never seen someone fess up so fast before. I think I scared the kid." Sam nodded his head to the side.

"Well, you'd made a great mother," he told her. Cassandra's smile faltered slightly and she cleared her throat, nodding.

"Right," she whispered, glancing out the window. Sam frowned slightly before twisting around in his seat, looking over at Dean in confusion. The blond only shrugged and continued to drive.

~*~

    "What happened?" Cassandra questioned, stepping out of the way so that two nurses could wheel the gurney out of the hospital room. She frowned down at the body bag, furrowing her eyebrows at the sight of charred feet. He was burnt to a crisp...literally.

"Guy got electrocuted," the doctor replied simply. Dean turned and glanced at him in confusion.

"Any idea how?" The doctor shrugged.

"Eh, maybe a loose wire or a piece of equipment shorted out. So far, we haven't found anything."

"Witnesses?" Sam asked. The doctor nodded and gestured to an older man in the hospital room that they had just wheeled the corpse out of of. He sat in a chair staring out the window solemnly.

"Yeah, guy in there—Mr. Stanley. He says he saw it, but he's not making a lick of sense. Senile." Sam nodded and flashed a smile towards the doctor, watching as he left before the trio entered the room. Cassandra slowly stepped towards the man, standing off to the side.

"Um, Mr. Stanley?"

"It was just a joke. I didn't know it would really work," he said, shaking his head. Sam and Dean exchanged confused glances before looking back to the older man.

"What would work?" Dean questioned. The man glanced up at the Hunter and opened his palm to reveal a little metal joy buzzer.

"All I did was shake his hand." Cassandra's eyes widened and she gulped, looking to Sam. She started to wonder what the hell was going on in Alliance and why were toys killing people? She was new to the supernatural world but she had a feeling that this didn't happen often.

~*~

Cassandra watched as Dean tugged on a pair of black shock-resistant gloves. He pulled on a pair of goggles and picked up the buzzer, turning to Sam. "You ready?" Sam nodded, holding another pair of goggles over his eyes.

"Hit it, Mr. Wizard." Cassandra rolled her eyes and scoffed, shaking her head as she glanced between the two men.  In front of Dean sat a large uncooked hand in two stacked aluminum-foil pans on the table. Dean held the joy buzzer over the ham and sucked in a deep breath, slamming his hand down on it. Electricity crackled and steam started to rise from the ham as the heat circled through the large slab of meat, turning it a dark brown. Once the ham was almost black Dean pulled his hand and the joy buzzer away, staring at it in shock as he flipped up the dark visor of his goggles. Sam slowly lowered his own pair of goggles and gawked at the ham. Cassandra's mouth fell open, eyes wide.

"That'll do, pig," Dean said with a grin.

"What the hell?" Cassandra shrieked. "That crap isn't supposed to work." Dean shrugged and stared down at the buzzer before setting it down and tugging off his gloves.

"This thing doesn't even have batteries."

"So...so, what? Are—are we looking at cursed objects?" Sam questioned, his arms crossed over his chest. Cassandra stepped towards the ham but kept her distance from Dean, eyeing it in curiosity.

"Sounds good," Dean replied. He pulled out his pocket knife and flipped it open, cutting off a piece of the ham. "Maybe there's a powerful witch in town." He stuffed a piece in his mouth before cutting off another, offering it to Sam and Cassandra. They both shook their heads. "Is there any link between the, uh, the joy buzzer and the itching powder?" Sam shrugged, shaking his head.

"Uh, one was made in China, the other Mexico, but they were both bought from the same store." Dean cut off yet another piece of ham and hummed before tossing it at Cassandra. She caught it effortlessly, cringing down at it.

"I don't like ham."

"Oh, but you eat bacon?" She grinned and tossed the piece of meat back, Dean catching it mid-air and stuffing it in his mouth.

"Would you look at that? You actually spoke a full sentence towards me." She looked up to Sam. "I call that progress."

~*~

    Cassandra pulled open the glass door to the Conjurarium, the store where both the itching powder and joy buzzer were purchased from. She stepped inside, her gaze drifting all of the prank toys in the store. She smiled to herself as a memory of her and Jess clouded her mind. They had a store similar to this in Calabasas and they always saved up their allowances to buy something and prank each other with it up until the day they were fifteen. It all stopped when Jess put pink hair dye in Cassandra's shampoo and it took two months to wash out.

"Sam!" Dean exclaimed from behind a shelf as they wandered around. Sam turned to see Dean hold up a whoopee cushion with a grin. Sam just sighed and shook his head, turning back towards Cassandra. Dean brought the whoopee cushion to the checkout counter, a display of rubber chickens next to it. Cassandra eyed the chickens before leaning against the counter as the owner walked out of the back room.

"Welcome to the Conjurarium, sanctum of magic and mystery," he greeted in a monotone. Cassandra arched an eyebrow at him. How exciting he is.

"You the owner?" Sam questioned. The man nodded and made his way towards the counter.

"Yep."

"You sold any itching powder or joy buzzers lately?" Dean inquired. The owner sighed and nodded, glancing between the three young adults.

"Yeah, a grand total of one of each. They aren't exactly big-ticket items. Look, you guys here to buy something or what?" Dean pulled out a five dollar bill from his wallet and held up the whoopee cushion before handing the money over to the owner of the store. The owner took it graciously and stuffed it in his pocket.

"So, you get many customers?" Cassandra asked. The owner shook his head sadly, almost mad.

"Kids come in. They don't buy much, but they're more than happy to break stuff. These days, all they care about are their iPhones and those kissing-vampire movies. The whole thing makes me just—" His fists were clenching at his sides and he started to grit his teeth to control his temper.

"Angry?" Dean finished. The owner paused in thought before nodding at the blond.

"Yeah. Yeah, I am angry. This shop has been my life for twenty years, and now it's wasting away to nothing."

"Which is why you hate them," the Hunter continued. Sam and Cassandra watched with interest to see where Dean was going to take this. Cassandra had only worked one true hunt with Dean before and it was pretty simple. Find the nest, take out the nest, dispose of the bodies. There wasn't much questioning involved.

"I suppose," the owner replied, nodding his head to the side.

"You wish there was something you could do about it." He nodded.

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"So you're taking revenge." The shop owner eyed Dean warily as he grabbed a rubber chicken from the display and slammed it down on the counter. "With this." Dean held up the joy buzzer before pressing it against the rubber chicken. The owner yelped and leaped back, falling to the ground as he crawled away from the counter. The chicken started to melt on the glass and the owner stared back, inarticulate noises escaping his lips. Cassandra's eyebrows rose.

"Yeah, something tells me this guy is not a powerful witch," she muttered to the brothers. Sam and Dean nodded in agreement and backed away, muttering apologies as they raced out of the store, leaving the shop owner staring at the chicken in horror. "So it might not be a witch. What else is there that can do this?" Sam shrugged.

"Not much. A cursed object maybe but it's too much of a coincidence for two cursed objects to come from the same place without a witch," he explained. Cassandra nodded and sighed.

"So we're stuck. Got it."

~*~

    Sam, being the smartass he is, had decided to leave Cassandra and Dean alone in the hotel room as he went to map out all of the places that had been affected by the prank toys and the—much to their surprise—tooth fairy. Cassandra laid across one of the beds with her eyes closed, desperately trying to tune into Angel Radio while Dean locked himself in the bathroom. She sighed and opened her eyes, giving up. It was almost as if they had blocked her from listening in.

    Suddenly her phone buzzed and she rolled over onto her stomach, grabbing the phone and staring down at the screen. It was Castiel. Her eyes widened and she considered letting it go to voicemail before sighing and answering it. She brought it up to her ear.

    "Hey, Cas, what's up?" she chirped.

    "Where are you?" he demanded. She furrowed her eyebrows.

    "No idea what you're talking about. I'm at the mansion in my room trying to make that ugly vase fly into the wall," she lied smoothly. She heard Cas growl from the other line.

    "I know you're lying. You called me Cas." She scowled at the wall. She had just given herself away. "Seriously, Cassandra, where are you? You were supposed to be resting," Castiel reprimanded. Cassandra sighed in defeat.

    "Sam had texted me and asked if I wanted to join in on a case. I was bored. I accepted. It's quite interesting. Hey, Castiel, do you know what a whoopee cushion is?" she asked with a snicker. She could could practically see the angel roll his eyes.

    "Cassandra, get back to the mansion!" he roared. Cassandra glanced towards the ham on the table before looking back to the wall that she had been staring at.

    "Why don't I just practice my powers here? I'm not doing anything right now. Just waiting for Sam to get back. Come on, Castiel, please?" the blonde begged.

    "No. You can't use your powers too much outside of the mansion. It's warded and it blocks them from tracking us. If you have another breakdown of some type or get too angry outside of that property then it'll send out a beacon and you will have angels and demons surrounding you in seconds. Get back to the mansion." Cassandra rolled her eyes and grumbled a few curse words under her breath.

    "What if I finish up this case with them and then we prolong my training? Win-win, yeah?" The line was silent for a few moments before she heard the angel sigh. Cassandra pumped her fist in the air in triumph.

    "Fine." The line went dead. She shut off the phone and set it back on the nightstand, closing her eyes and continuing to try and tune into Angel Radio. Cassandra laid flat on her stomach, now changed into a pair of grey leggings and a white tank top. She heard the door to the bathroom open and Dean stepped out, his gaze drifting over to the blonde. He furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side.

    "What are you doing?" Cassandra twisted around to see Dean staring at her curiously with his hand pressed against his leg.

    "Trying to tap into Angel Radio."

    "Why?" The Hunter made his way over to the ham that still sat out on the table and pulled out a loaf of bread. She watched as he started to make a ham sandwich, earning an eyeroll from herself.

    "So I can see if they have any updates on Lucifer. It's like they've shut me out." Dean shrugged and took a large bite of his sandwich.

    "I don't blame them. You didn't take their side and you have intel on their plans." Cassandra scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion.

    "But Castiel is still connected and he hasn't exactly been...loyal," Cassandra replied. Dean shrugged and took another bite before setting the sandwich down.

    "Yeah, but he's gonna follow orders more than you. They know that threatening to kill you won't work and you don't have any weaknesses left. Your family's dead, all of your friends are demons so they're out of the picture, and I doubt they'd kill Cas just because you won't help. They probably don't even know he's training you," Dean explained. Cassandra nodded her head to the side, pursing her lips. Dean had a point. She didn't have much left for them to take.

    "I still have two weaknesses." Dean looked up from his sandwich in confusion. "You two, you dumbass. Just 'cause you hate me doesn't mean I still don't want to keep you alive." Cassandra rolled off of the bed and grabbed a dollar from her wallet. "I'm grabbing a coke. Want anything?" Dean shook his head. "Suit yourself."

    Not long after, Sam had come back from scoping out the affected houses and came rushing back into the hotel room to see Dean working on his second sandwich. Cassandra was back on the bed with her eyes closed, completely oblivious to everything around her.

    "Dude, seriously—still with the ham?" Sam asked. Cassandra sat up and rolled her eyes.

"We don't have a fridge," Dean defended through a mouthful of sandwich. Sam scoffed and closed the door, placing a map down in front of Dean while pushing the ham out of the way. Cassandra got up and walked over to it.

"Well, I found something." Dean stood up for a better view, leaning on the table with his palms pressed flat against it. "Um, tooth fairy attack was here, Pop Rocks and Coke was here, then you've got itching powder, face freeze, and joy buzzer—all located within a two-mile radius." Sam pointed to each red X on the map. Cassandra nodded.

"So, we got a blast zone of weird, and inside, fantasy becomes reality," she said. Suddenly she gasped and her eyes widened. "Are unicorns real?"

"Looks like, and no. Unicorns are not real," Sam replied. The smile fell into a frown from the Nephilim's face and she rolled her eyes. Dean nodded his head towards the map.

"And what's the A-bomb at its center?" he questioned.

"Four acres of farmland...and a house," Sam replied. Dean looked down at his sandwich awkwardly, clearing his throat.

"Our motel isn't in that circle, by any chance?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows but nodded.

"Yeah. Why?" Dean hesitated before holding up his right hand. His palm was covered in hair and Sam looked away in disgust, closing his eyes. Cassandra cringed. "Ugh, dude—" Sam sighed. "That's not what I think it is, is it?" Dean shrugged innocently.

"I got bored. That nurse was hot." Dean grinned up at Sam and Cassandra gagged, turning away.

"I'm definitely taking the floor," she muttered. "And no wonder why you took so long. God, I wish I had just skipped out on this." Dean rolled his eyes at the blonde, scoffing.

"Oh, come on. Don't act like you don't do it either." Cassandra scowled at the Hunter.

"I don't. You're disgusting."

"You know you can go blind from that, too," Sam told his brother. Dean glanced down and rolled his bottom lip between his teeth in thought before shaking it off and heading towards the bathroom.

"Give me five minutes. We'll go check out that house."

"Hey, do not use my razor!" Sam called out. Dean only smirked before closing the bathroom door behind him. Sam sighed in defeat and turned to Cassandra, raising an eyebrow. "Really that innocent, huh?"

"Sam!" He held his hands up in defense, shrugging. Cassandra glanced off to the side uncomfortably, shaking her head. "And yes, apparently I'm that innocent." Sam snickered, shaking his head.

"So how the hell did you end up with Dean for that short time? He seems to be all hands when it comes to women." Cassandra sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Because I wasn't there for most of it. I had been training with Castiel, remember? The whole time you were gone I was with him getting thrown into that goddamn wall." Cassandra winced at the memory. "I think there's a me sized dent in it."

Cassandra and Dean are starting to talk a bit again without fighting. How long do you think this will last?
And check out epicmishamigo 's Dean Winchester fic, Harvest Season. She's my beta reader for Monster and Deception and I love her so much. Her fic is also amazing. Soooo, yeah. Check it out!