Cassandra | d. winchester [1]

TWO

They began the trek across the country to Kansas. She drove behind them and nibbled on her lip. It was a long-ass trip, and she still didn't fully trust them at all, but she was starting to trust Sam. Dean was just a douchebag. She was staying in questionable motels and after the first three, she used her own credit card and got a nice hotel for a change. Dean was pissed but she was done with the stains and the smells. She argued with him for ten minutes before he gave in. Sam laughed to himself. He'd never seen Dean act like this.

Ever.

It had to be the eyes. But when it came to hunts which Cassandra was still confused about, she stayed behind. Sam was doing everything he could to tell her about their world and the different creatures they faced. Cassandra didn't know what to think. She couldn't even throw a punch so she had no idea how she would handle this new life. She sat in her own hotel room, laying on the white sheets in a pair of cotton shorts and an old college t-shirt with her hair down, fiddling with one of the rings she wore on her finger. It was a silver infinity symbol on her left middle finger. She never took it off and it was a ring she bought herself as a promise.

The brothers were on one of their 'hunts' and she was ordered (by Dean of course) to not leave this room. She wasn't planning on it because she was tired and did not want to part take in another arguement with him. The man was stubborn as a mule and it was clear: his way or the highway. She also did not feel like gettting torn to shreds by whatever they were hunting. Her mind drifted back to her house and what she saw in the kitchen.

The red on the floor and walls haunted the poor girl's dreams every night. She had started sleeping with her earbuds in to see if the music would help distract her mind. She was surviving on nothing but fast food and sometimes four hours of sleep. She kicked Dean's ass after the second night. She burst into tears because he would not let them sleep longer than that so he gave in on the third, tired of her spoiled additude. She didn't care though. She needed sleep. This was their last hotel before they would arrive back home at the 'bunker' they called it. She rolled over onto her side and just laid there, staring out the window.

How the hell did her life come to this? Did someone have it out for her above? She was only twenty-one years old and has seen abuse in ways that no kid should have to see. Her mother went to the mental hospital when she was nineteen because of her dad mentally abusing her so bad. Cassandra moved out of her house at eighteen years old and in with her grandma after her mom's affair was revealed. She was treated so horribly and wanted nothing more than to scream and beat the hell out of her father for the way she was treated and for the way he treated her mother.

She hasn't spoken or seen her father since she was nineteen.

At one point, she wanted nothing to do with her mother as well.

But she came around.

Cassandra was finally getting to a point where she was okay and things had settled down after the grueling divorce was settled three months ago. She's had enough, but apparently the universe laughed at her. Monsters were real.

Monsters were real.

And these two morons hunted them!

"Okay, I'm gonna drive myself insane if I don't do something." She mumbled and she reached for her phone and sat up to stand when there was a loud knock on the door.

"Cassandra, it's us!" Dean's voice cut through the door. She groaned and made her way towards it and opened it revealing the brothers who looked sweaty and cut up. Dean had a bloody cut on his head and Sam had a huge gash on his hand. Her eyes widened as Dean shoved his way in.

"Wh - well hello to you too!" She snapped and shut the door. He turned to her, a harsh glare on his face before he sat on her bed and Sam started working on his own hand. She walked towards her huge suitcase and started getting ready to leave again. Dean watched her zip her suitcase and she stood it up, stumbling a little because of how heavy it was. Dean let out a snort.