Winchester Siblings: Capture (Book 1) (A Supernatural Series)

Chapter 8 - Cassie

Plymouth, Pennsylvania

The young African American woman sat in the crowded bar, watching people come and go into the early morning. She delicately sipped on her beer she'd had for the past half hour and watched as two young men and a young girl entered the place. She smirked; distasting the way the young girl looked about the place in disgust.

"I wonder what her problem is." the woman said as she turned to her companion and best friend of five years. "And I wonder who the two hot men are."

"I haven't a clue Sarana. All I know is that they're not from around here."

"That I agree on, if they were from here, we'd have bedded them by now." She laughed.

"Yeah the tall one is hot isn't he?" she said.

Cassie had been friends with Sarana since the day Dean had left her. When she'd seen Dean walk in her heart pounded deeply and hurtfully. After he'd left her she'd moved on. But her heart still ached for his touch, his caresses and she shook her head, watching as her dark hair curled about her shoulders. They were never meant to be, Sarana had even agreed. A color girl wasn't meant to love a white guy but she knew that that was wrong. Sarana was born into ignorance she had not, her mother loved Dean and wanted her daughter happy and if it was with Dean, then so be it.

"Sam is adorable." She said and smiled as Sarana turned to her. "You KNOW them?"

"Yeah, the shorter one is Dean, MY Dean."

"Dang girl, if I knew he was yummy I would have told ya to go for him a long time ago!"

Cassie shook her head, "I thought inter-racial relationships were not in your league?"

"Girl I was wrong, then again my daddy would send me away if I..." she was cut off as Cassie shook her head.

"Your daddy is a pig and as long as I live, I will always, I mean ALWAYS love Dean you hear me Sarana. This isn't Africa or the south, it's Plymouth and anyone can love anyone in this day and age."

Sarana was flabbergasted. Never in five years had Cassie talked back to her. "Well then."

Cassie abruptly stood from her seat, "I'm going to say hello then Sarana. Dean and I are friends."

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Alana looked about the bar in disgust. Her brothers visited slums like these? How in the world did they ever survive such gruesome places?

"We have to stay?" she asked as they led her to the table and sat.

Dean smirked, "Not your type of place?"

"Come on Dean I've been 21 less than a month, I don't drink nor smoke and I'm a loner. Now does that answer your question?"

Dean laughed, "Well we're here about the local murders and what better place to find out information." He stopped and his eyes widened, "Cassie?"

Cassie stepped up and smiled, "Hello Dean, Sam. It's nice to see you again."

Dean embraced her, even after he left her; she was still in his heart. "How are you?"

"I'm good. Now am I interrupting?" she gestured to Alana.

"No Cass, we're family here. I would like you to meet our little sister Alana."

Cassie looked at her in astonishment. "Sister? Now when did this come about?"

"A few days ago actually. We need to talk to you. In private."

Cassie nodded, "My house is a few blocks down the road. How about we meet there?"

Alana nodded, "What about your friend?"

"Sarana? She can find her own way to her house. She's on my nerves right now."

Alana laughed, "Sorry I asked." And hid behind Sam who ruffled her hair.

"It's ok Alana, she said some harsh things, and I'm just stressed. With the murders and..." she stopped, "That's what you're here for isn't it Dean?"

He nodded, "Sorry Cass, I didn't even know you moved here."

"Hey Dean, it's cool. Let's go before Sarana bugs me anymore."

She grabbed her jacket from the chair and they left the bar, a grateful sigh escaping from Alana as she led the way out the door and into the chilly morning.

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Sarana sat back in her chair and smiled gleefully. If Cassie had any idea that her beloved friend had been dead for months she'd been ignorant to the fact. And now that the Winchesters were here, it would be easy to kill them off and bring forth their father. She shook her head, they had the father, and they needed his kids to complete the circle.

"Now they will see what they truly are up against." She whispered and smiled at the young man next to her. "Hey hot stuff, care to play?" she seductively said and squeezed his leg, before taking her next victim in her sick little game.