*TRIGGER WARNING*

Singer Salvage Yard, Sioux Falls, South Dakota

    The sky was pitch black and the few stars that could be seen shined dimly down upon Cassandra Moore and Dean Winchester. They were seated on the hood of one of Bobby's old rusting junk cars, each with a single bottle of beer in their grasps. Dean brought the bottle to his lips and took a swig, crossing his ankle over the other and trapping Cassandra's legs beneath his. She turned her head and smiled up at him from her spot between his legs, earning a small peck on the lips. A giggle bubbled past her lips and Dean had the feeling that she was finally buzzed halfway through her third beer.

    "What?" he asked. He couldn't help but smile at the blonde. Cassandra simply shook her head and Dean sighed lightly, the scent of beer drifting down to Cassandra. She wasn't very fond of the smell, but she was just glad it didn't take over Dean's signature scent of leather, whiskey, and the Impala.

    "Nothing. I'm just...happy."

    Dean arched a single eyebrow at her words. Happy? The Apocalypse loomed over them and the constant threat of angels and demons lurked around every corner. Cassandra was practically a fugitive from Heaven and no side would stop until they had her. He couldn't find a reason to be happy. Cassandra seemed to noticed this and nudged him slightly, still smiling.

    "I'm happy I'm with you, idiot. It's calm for once. Just you and me drinking beer and staring up at the few stars we can see," Cassandra explained. Dean wrapped his arms around the blonde and she pressed herself against him, sighing as she let her head drop on his chest. "I haven't felt this good in a long time," she added quietly. Dean lifted his free hand and started to run it through her hair. Cassandra's eyes fluttered closed and she let out a hum at the soothing feeling. "That's nice."

    "Yeah?"

    "Mhm."

    Dean chuckled softly, massaging his fingers into her scalp. Cassandra sighed, a smile playing on her blood red lips. "You're spoiled," Dean mused. Cassandra scoffed, shaking her head.

    "I wish. Jess was the favorite, not that I blame Mom and Dad. She was successful and she had a social life. She was perfect. She deserved Sam." Cassandra opened her eyes and frowned slightly. "Jess deserved the world and our lives ripped it away from her." Dean sighed and planted a kiss on the top of her hair.

    "It wasn't your fault, Cassy. You hadn't known the truth then. None of us did. Sam was out and he thought they were safe and you were halfway across the country. No one could have stopped it," Dean told her. Cassandra pressed her lips in a thin line, knowing better than to argue. The last thing she wanted was to get in another fight when the last few days had been so peaceful between Dean and Cassandra. Dean sucked in a sharp, nervous, breath, playing with the ends of her hair. Cassandra noticed his silence and stiff posture and looked back up to Dean.

    "Dean? What's wrong?" she asked. He shook his head. "Seriously. What's wrong? You can tell me, you know that." Dean sighed and glanced away, his gaze shifting around the junkyard distractedly.

    "I know it's hard to talk about, but I noticed that you've never really told me about your...past besides the scars on your stomach," Dean said. Cassandra's breath hitched in her throat and she nodded. She understood where Dean was coming from. He had opened up to her about Hell plenty of times and only once had she brought up her past. Cassandra glanced around to make sure they were alone and away from prying ears before staring down at her lap and fumbling with her fingers.

    "Jess and I...we were close. Maybe even closer than you and Sam." Dean's eyebrows rose in shock. Sam said Jess hadn't talked about Cassandra much so he figured they weren't as close to each other as it seemed. "When I got word of her death, I completely snapped. Mom hadn't heard from me in days and even our dad couldn't get ahold of me." Cassandra sucked in a sharp breath, pushing back the tears.

    "You don't have to talk about it if it's too hard," Dean told her, pulling her closer as he continued to play with her blonde locks. Cassandra shook her head and licked her lips.

    "No. No, I need to. You told me about Hell and it's only fair that I open up to you," she replied. Dean nodded and let her continue. Cassandra would stop herself if it got to be too much and he knew that. "At first I just locked myself in my apartment. I wouldn't go and see Amber or Sandy or even Billy. They'd knock but I wouldn't answer; text and call but my phone was off. No one knew about the depression. I had hid it for almost three years...but then Jess died. That was when the voices started."

    Dean's gaze softened as he stared down at his girlfriend, his heart aching in pity. Cassandra paused for a moment, pursing her lips in thought as she stared blankly ahead. Suddenly she inhaled as if snapping back into reality.

    "I don't know why or how they started, but I just know that they wouldn't go away. I blasted my speakers and my headphones but they never stopped. I went out to a nearby nightclub with the loudest music there was—they were still there. I was going crazy and finally after two days I just...snapped."

    Cassandra lowered her head and let out a shaky breath and she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Dean noticed this and pulled his hands from her hair, reaching around her and taking her hands in his. Cassandra gripped onto him tightly.

    "It's okay. You don't have to continue," Dean whispered, resting his head on her shoulder and nuzzling his face into her neck as he pressed a kiss to her skin. Cassandra leaned into his lips, turning her head slightly so he had better access. His touch comforted her and she just needed a moment to recompose herself. "I shouldn't have pressed you on that topic. I'm sorry." Dean furrowed his eyebrows as he watched the blonde push up the sleeves to her black leather jacket. It was just bright enough for Dean to make out all of the scars that coated her skin. He had yet to notice them, but it was probably because most were faint. His gaze locked on two in particular, one on each arm. They were ugly and ran vertical, reaching from her elbow to the edge of her palms. "Cassy," he whispered, lightly tracing over them with his thumb. She sniffled as a single tear slipped down her cheek.

    "I deadbolted the front door, locked the bathroom door, and took a razor that I had stashed in my drawer for...late nights."

Dean closed his eyes and held the blonde tighter as her body started to shake. He knew that she wanted to finish the story and he'd let her, choosing to comfort her as much as possible during and after.

"I was just in my underwear with the tub filled halfway...and I did it. It was deep. I should've died. All of the blood, Dean. I should've died. I wanted to die. The doctors called my survival a miracle."

Dean rubbed her forearm in an attempt to calm her down. It didn't work but she still continued.

"I flatlined on the way to the hospital and the moment they wheeled me into the emergency room I just shot up, alive and breathing. My wounds were already healing. They called it an act of God and I didn't have an explanation but I sure as hell didn't believe it was God because why me? Why save me? I'm nothing."

Cassandra hesitated before continuing, calming her voice before speaking.

"I wouldn't let Mom see me and Dad tried to visit but I was already in the psych ward by the time he got the news. They wouldn't let him in. I was still alone."

    Cassandra's silence—save for the uncontrollable sobs and sniffles every few seconds—told Dean that she was finished. Dean figured the rest of her suicide attempts went like that with the exception of the last one. The last one that he caused.

    "Jesus, Princess. I didn't realize...I thought it was pills or something. I never thought—"

    "I'm sorry," Cassandra choked out. Dean shook his head as he lifted it, twisting so he could look her in the eye. She clung to his shirt, burying her face in his chest before Dean could make eye contact.

    "It's not your fault. There's only so much a person can take before they break," Dean replied, his voice cracking at the end. They both knew that Dean was speaking of his time in Hell. It was as clear as day. "You couldn't control the pain. You didn't have someone there for you. It's okay, Cassy."

    "I'm sorry."

    "I'm not mad or upset with you. I just wish we knew about you sooner so we could help," Dean told her, wrapping his arms around the Nephilim and smoothing down her hair. Dean kissed the top of her head and sighed, letting his chin rest there. "You're going to be okay. I know it still affects you but we'll get through it, okay? We'll get through it, you and me. The therapist and the alcoholic." Cassandra managed a laugh, bringing a smile to Dean's face. "See? We'll get through this and then afterwards we can party. All the best liquor in the world. We can get wasted and forget everything that's happened for one night. I promise."

    Cassandra let out a shaky breath, closing her eyes and breathing deeply as she tried to steady her heart rate and emotions. She still sniffled every now and again and she glanced up towards Dean, her head still resting on his chest. She could hear his heartbeat clearly. It seemed to speed up when she looked at him which sent a warm feeling coursing throughout her body despite the cold air that nipped at their skin.

    "Are you sure you're not the therapist here?" Cassandra asked with a small smile playing on her lips. Dean chuckled and shook his head.

    "I'm no good with feelings. You're the one with the doctorate degree here. I'm just the grunt of the operation lucky enough to score you." Cassandra reached up and cupped his cheek, forcing him to return her gaze.

    "You're not a grunt, Dean. You're so much more than that." Dean scoffed and shook his head, his gaze falling to the left. Cassandra frowned and turned to face him completely, leaning back on her calves to keep from falling off of the rusting hunk of scrap metal. "I'm serious, Dean. You've saved my life countless times. If it weren't for you, Heaven or Hell would have me by now and the world could be destroyed. You're not a grunt. In my book, you're a hero," Cassandra told him softly. Dean looked up, his eyes glossy with tears that threatened to fall.

    "I started the Apocalypse."

    "You had no idea. You didn't even know the seals existed let alone that you were the first one."

    "I hurt you."

    "I'm still here, aren't I? I'm alive, I'm talking, I'm able to fight. You were struggling, Dean, and I get that. You won't hurt me again."

    "How can you be so sure of that? I promised I wouldn't hurt you before and I still did. You can't trust me," Dean argued. Cassandra nodded and licked her lips.

    "Because you are the one who wanted to give us another shot. You are the one who made the first move. If you were going to hurt me again then you wouldn't have done that." Cassandra leaned up, gently placing her lips on top of Dean's. His were soft for once. The small cut from his battle with the spirits back in Ohio had healed and it was as if they had never been hurt before. "Now hush. We rarely get time alone and I want to enjoy this before someone comes out," Cassandra muttered against his lips.

    Dean's lips moved in sync with hers and his hands traveled to her waist, Cassandra's snaking up under his shirt and roaming over his torso. She enjoyed the feeling of his firm abs and if there wasn't a risk of someone coming out and the fact that it was almost fifty degrees out then she probably would've taken off his shirt. Dean tugged at her lower lip with his teeth, something that he had never done to Cassandra before. She didn't mind, especially when he started to travel down her neck. She could feel him brush her hair to the side and latch onto the skin on her neck, earning a small gasp from the  blonde.

    "Dean, what are you—" Cassandra was cut off by Dean's hand slipping up her shirt, tracing the outline of her lace bra. Cassandra tensed and pressed her palm flat on the hood of the car for a sense of safety and security before her other hand ran through Dean's hair. This was Dean she was with. No one else. Cassandra relaxed before Dean could notice and her grip on the car loosened, her hand traveling back over to his torso and slipping back under his shirt.

    Cassandra could feel Dean's lips travel lower, stopping just above her collarbone where he nipped her skin, her body jolting in shock and pleasure. Dean smirked and ran his thumb over her torso, ignoring the bumpy feeling of the raised scars on her stomach. They were in the past and they would stay there.

    Dean traveled back up her neck before their lips connected again, one of Cassandra's hands reaching up to tug on his soft hair gently. Dean let out a low moan, the vibrations transferring over to Cassandra and sending warm shivers down her spine. It was something she had never felt before.

A beer bottle clattered to the ground and shattered, the blonde gasped and jumped back as she glanced around with wide eyes. Dean laughed and shook his head.

    "Relax. We just knocked over one of the beers," he told her. Cassandra's gaze drifted over to the shattered bottle before she watched Dean set his beer on the roof of the car. "It won't happen again." Cassandra nodded, letting Dean kiss her again. "We're alone. We're safe. Nothing will hurt you. I promise," Dean muttered against her lips. He pulled her in his lap to where she was straddling him and Cassandra let out a giggle, immediately wrapping her legs around his waist. Dean grinned at the sound of her laugh, staring back at her as she rolled her bottom lip between her teeth. It was a habit that Dean noticed, one he wanted to know about.

    "What?" she asked after another few moments of Dean staring at her. Dean smiled and shook his head, his hands resting on her hips and steadying her so that she didn't fall.

    "Nothing. I just wanted to look at you. Is that a crime?"

    "Maybe," the blonde teased. Dean smirked and arched an eyebrow.

    "Oh, yeah?"

    "Mhm."

    "What's my punishment then?"

    Cassandra leaned forward and kissed the Hunter again, her hands running through his hair before resting on the back of his neck. Dean pulled her closer to him and spun them around, pinning the Nephilim to the dusty—and surprisingly intact—windshield of the car they were sitting on. Dean only stared down at her, his gaze drifting from her lips, to her chest, and to her eyes as he pinned her hands above her head. His own eyes roamed her body in admiration and Cassandra only watched him, her chest heaving with each breath. She wasn't sure what he'd do considering she was new to all of this. Dean Winchester is about as unpredictable as they can get.

    The Hunter let go of her hands abruptly, flashing back to the time she had tried to escape and how badly he had hurt her. Cas had been able to find them because of the pain she was in. Cassandra noticed this action and bit back the frown that threatened to take over. She didn't want to ruin the moment again. So she let Dean kiss her, his arms propped him up on either side of her body while his knee rested between her legs. She leaned up to meet him halfway, her eyes fluttering closed as Dean kissed her in a way that was slow and passionate, more so than he had ever done before.

Cassandra wanted more nights like this. She wanted to sneak out with Dean and drink a few beers and just talk before getting to kiss him with a bit of hand roaming. She wanted this to become a regular thing. She wanted this mainly because it was something normal couples would do. But Dean and Cassandra weren't normal. He was a Hunter and she was a Nephilim, two things that could never have the normal, apple pie life they desired. The Apocalypse loomed over them, a constant reminder of the fact that Cassandra and Dean were on the run.

"I think I'm going to need to bleach my eyes out."

Cassandra gasped and her eyes snapped open as Dean threw his head back and groaned, turning to see Bobby in his wheelchair staring at them with a smug smirk. The blonde's face burned red and she ducked her head down, clearing her throat.

"Bobby, seriously?" Dean asked in disbelief. "You couldn't just wait a few more minutes?"

"You two have been out here for hours. I was startin' to wonder if Michael gotcha," Bobby retorted. Dean rolled his eyes and leaned back, away from Cassandra, and jumped off of the car before helping Cassandra slide off. "I see it was his daughter instead," he taunted.

"Bite me," Dean spat. Bobby chuckled.

"I won't but she might want to." Bobby squinted his eyes, studying the red and purple bruise on Cassandra's neck. "Unless she already did," he added with a snicker. Cassandra's hand instantly shot up to her neck to cover the mark, glancing over at Dean uneasily. Bobby nodded his head towards the house behind him. "Come on. It's getting late and you two should probably get some rest. Sam's been passed out for a few hours now."

"What time is it?" Cassandra questioned, her hand still on her neck as she shifted in her spot uncomfortably. Bobby tried not to laugh at her, knowing that she was about as innocent in the relationship department as it gets. Dean had told him all about her the first time she stayed with them.

"Half past midnight." Dean let out a low whistle at Bobby's words.

"We've been out here for about three hours," Dean replied. Bobby nodded, glancing between the couple in silence. Suddenly he gestured towards the house, the unexpected movement resulting in a jump from the Nephilim. "We probably should get inside." Cassandra nodded and followed her boyfriend in, trailing behind her as her boots crunched the gravel beneath them. Bobby reached out and stopped his wheelchair, gently grabbing her wrist to slow her down.

"Cassandra, can I talk to you for a minute inside?" He glanced up at Dean. "Alone?" Cassandra nodded as they made their way up the porch steps, Bobby up the newer ramp.

"Yeah," she whispered, her voice small and weak as if she were scared. Bobby flashed her a small smile while she held the door open for him, the Hunter muttering a thanks as she entered behind him. "Hey, Dean." Dean stopped in front of the stairs and turned towards Cassandra. "I'll be up in a minute. I have to do something really quick."

Dean didn't question her words and instead nodded, pecking her on the lips and sending her a tired smile. "Alright. Don't be long. I'm exhausted," he told her. She nodded and forced a smile on her lips.

"Yeah, no, I know. Me, too," she agreed. "I'll be up there soon." Dean nodded again and trudged up the stairs, leaving Cassandra and Bobby downstairs to talk alone. Once he was out of earshot the blonde turned towards the older Hunter. "What's up?"

"I don't know how you did it and frankly I really don't want to, but you've managed to make Dean happier," Bobby started. Cassandra furrowed her eyebrows, unsure of where this was going. "I haven't seen that boy this giddy in a long time. Dean's not one for relationships either. You changed him for the better."

"Bobby, I haven't even known you guys that long. Dean and I used to fight constantly," she replied. Bobby shrugged, nodding.

"Yeah, well, you did somethin'. Look, I know the Apocalypse and such is hard for you considering you were thrown into this part of the world without warning, but you're doing a pretty damn good job. I just wanted to make sure you were okay," he explained. Cassandra nodded and forced a smile on her lips.

"Yeah, Bobby, I'm good. Just as I always have been. Why do you ask?" Bobby sighed and shook his head.

"I'd rather you not lie to me, girl. I know about your past." Cassandra's face fell at his words. "You thought I'd let you stay in my house and be in a relationship with one of my boys without doing a little research? I found your medical records and they ain't pretty. I know Sam and Dean found 'em, too. I wanted to make sure you were still doing okay what with Armageddon and such," he said. Cassandra nodded, clearing her throat.

"Yeah, I'm doing good. Thanks."

Bobby eyed the staircase behind the blonde before returning his attention to her, arching an eyebrow. "Say you and Dean do get out after this war and have the chance to live normally," Bobby said slowly. "Are you going to tell him?" Cassandra's face paled and she slowly dropped her arms to her sides in shock. How did Bobby know about that? Not even Sam could dig it out of her medical records.

"I don't—"

"He may not seem like it, Cassandra, but Dean's great with kids. If you guys make it out of this alive and well, you know he's going to want a family with you. What's going to happen when you can't give it to him?" Bobby interrupted. Cassandra took a few steps back, slowly lowering herself into the chair across from Bobby. He wheeled closer to her and leaned forward, lowering his voice. "Things are going to get real bad real soon. I know it. Now's the best time to tell him."

"There's no guarantee we'll both even make it out of this. There's no need to bring it up." Bobby raised his eyebrows at the blonde who shook her head. "Why would you even bring it up?"

"Because I love that boy as a son! I may not be around when this is all over and he's going to need you either way. You keep him sane, Cassandra," he told her. Cassandra rested her arms on her thighs and lowered her head, staring down at the floor. She couldn't bring herself to look Bobby in the eye. Not with what her plan was. Bobby narrowed his gaze at the woman who remained mute. "Cassandra, are you even listening to me?"

"Yes," she whispered. Bobby gestured for her to continue. "And there's no need to tell Dean about it. It'd be pointless."

"Why?"

"Because what's the point of troubling him with news of a woman who won't be there to live that normal life with him?" Cassandra snapped, her voice rising. Bobby recoiled at her words, his eyes widening. But it wasn't Cassandra he was staring at. It was the green-eyed man at the bottom of the stairs behind her that stared back at her in shock.

"Cassy?" She jumped up and spun around, her eyes matching Bobby's at the sight of Dean. "What are you talking about?" Dean questioned. Cassandra glanced over her shoulder at Bobby before looking back to her boyfriend.

"Dean, I—" He held a hand up, stopping her.

"Don't lie to me. Just...tell me the truth. Please." Dean's voice wavered but Cassandra only nodded. Her throat was dry in fear, her voice shaking as she spoke.

"I'm not going to be here after we defeat Lucifer and Michael." Dean's face fell and Cassandra knew that he thought she was leaving him. "I'm not going to be here at all," Cassandra added slowly. Dean nodded and scratched his upper lip, glancing away in thought before looking back to the blonde.

"Did you ever plan on making it out of this alive?"

    "In the beginning of my training."

    "And then?"

    "And then I realized that I'd be meaningless here. I realized that I have no sole purpose in this world." Cassandra sucked in a sharp breath. "I will die fighting Lucifer and you will go on to live a long, happy, normal life. I'm sure there's some girl out there for you that you have feelings for. You've traveled a lot and met many people. Someone's out there for you." Dean shook his head and stepped forward to place a hand on Cassandra's shoulder when she took a step back.

    "You let me start to believe that we could have a future."

    "I'm sorry. I never thought it'd go as far as to where I'd open up to you. I thought I could distance myself and—"

    "No!" Dean's voice was loud and Cassandra jumped, clenching her eyes shut and sucking in a deep breath. Bobby wheeled out of the room, leaving the couple to have their privacy. "No. You knew, Cassandra. You knew that I would get attached. What did you think would happen? What, did you think that I'd just use you for—for pleasure and maybe even sex and then toss you to the side like a piece of garbage? I trust you and I opened up to you and I want to try and have some type of future with you but you never did. This is all just a suicide mission for you," Dean sneered.

    "That's not true," she said softly. She waited for Dean to interrupt her but it never happened. "I almost said yes to Michael. I—I almost accepted his offer because it meant I'd have some type of a purpose in this world."

    "You don't need a purpose! No one has a purpose, Cassy, that's how it is!" Dean roared. He was sure that Sam was probably awake by now but he didn't care. He was too furious to care about anything at the moment. "Offer or no offer, you shouldn't be willingly taking on a suicide mission!" Cassandra slowly opened her eyes to see Dean's water, his voice cracking and wavering with every word.

    "I can't give you what you want."

    "Cassy, I don't even know what I want."

    "But I know what you want. You want a family, Dean. You want a wife, a job, a couple of kids, a white-picket fence—you want it all," she said. Dean cocked his head to the side, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

    "That's what you want, isn't it? That's what Michael offered you?" Cassandra nodded. "So why can't we have that if we make it out?"

    "Because I'm not taking his side and I can't have that without Michael's deal. I can't have a family without some type of miracle."

    Dean's gaze softened as he stared back at Cassandra with pity. Suddenly he understood what she meant. The way she acted around Jesse made sense. The way she cried when he hugged her suddenly made sense. The way she protected him made sense. The hesitance he saw whenever they had to deal with kids made sense. It was all something she couldn't have.

    "Cassy," Dean whispered. She looked away, almost ashamed. "You think that just because you can't have kids it means you can't have the life you want?"

    "I can't give you what you want. Besides, I was never even meant to be born. I'm an abomination. I'm supposed to die, remember? Michael kept me around as weapon and that's all I'll be. I'm just a weapon to everyone. To Heaven, to Hell, to Castiel, to you, Sam, and Bobby. That's all I'll ever be," Cassandra said. Dean walked over to the blonde and pulled her in his arms, holding her tight against him. Guilt gnawed at his gut. He had just yelled at her for something she couldn't help. She never asked to be a weapon and she couldn't control the fact that she couldn't have a family. Cassandra blamed herself for things she couldn't control.

    "I don't care about all of that," Dean muttered. "I just want to make it out of this alive with you and Sam. And if I don't have Sam, then I at least need to have you, family or no family; Grace or no Grace. I want to walk out of this with you by my side alive."

    "I'm sorry."

    "I shouldn't have yelled at you. I didn't know the full story."

    "It's okay. You had every right to. I kept something from you."

    Dean chuckled and shook his head.

    "We all have secrets, Princess. Of course you're going to keep things, but I don't want you to deal with your burdens alone. That's why we're all here." Dean tightened his grip on the blonde in his arms and she nuzzled her head in his neck, sniffling. "I don't care if you can't have kids, Cassy. I just want you, okay?"

    "Okay," she muttered, nodding slightly. Dean sucked in a deep breath and pulled away, watching as Cassandra swiped away a few stray tears.

    "Come on. Let's go to sleep. I have a feeling we'll have something to do tomorrow that needs us at our best," Dean told her her.  Cassandra sighed and nodded in agreement. She let Dean lead her up the stairs to his room in silence, neither of them uttering a word. They figured that Sam had ignored their yelling and just went back to sleep since they never saw or heard from him. Dean and Cassandra climbed in the bed and pulled the blanket over their bodies, Dean's arms wrapped around Cassandra and pulling her against him. Their legs tangled together and Dean nuzzled his head in her neck, passing out the moment he closed his eyes.

So I know some of my beta readers kept requesting a scene between Cassy and Dean where she opened up about one of her suicide attempts so I finally wrote it. What do you guys think? And do you like Cassandra and Dean together?

Dean's also still beating himself up for when he hurt Cassandra in the beginning when they hated each other. Do you think that'll have an effect on their relationship?

And did you guys have any idea about Cassandra's inability to have kids? It had been hinted at in previous chapters such as "Chapter 18: 5.6.2 I Believe the Children are Our Future" and Chapter 19: "How do you handle a drunk woman?" Do you think it'll have any effect on their relationship in the future?

Comment below with your opinions and answers. I'm curious.