Cassandra | d. winchester [1]

THREE

If there was one thing Cassandra hates more than heat, it was working out. The only kind of work outs she did was when she walked her ass across campus to get to her yoga class which she didn't even break a sweat in. She also didn't eat a lot, so it was hard enough for her. She was a constant stressed-out college kid with a minimum wage job to keep her above water. She also just had horrible eating habits. She was working on it - very slowly but now she was forced to eat.

True to Dean's word, they started training her on simple self-defense. She had never thrown a punch in her life and it was obvious. The girl was also scrawny as hell so it did not help. Dressed in gym attire - lululemon leggings and a top, her hair in a pony and sneakers, she looked the part but when Dean asked her to throw a punch at his hand, she missed and fell into him.

"Are you kiddin' me, sweetheart?"

She groaned. "This is ridiculous!"

"I'd say! Have you never taken a self-defense course ever?" Dean exclaimed.

"No, why would I? I mean, I carried mace on campus but that was it. Dude, the security on my campus was heavy so it didn't scare me."

"What about goin' out to parties? What then?"

Cassandra blushed. "I didn't go out to parties at all."

Dean gave the girl an incredulous look. "You've got the morals of a church girl for cripe's sake! Seriously, never? Not even with friends or a boyfriend - if you tell me you've never had one, I'm gonna lose my mind."

She just stood there. She felt shame and guilt. Why did it always bother other people that some people just didn't do that stuff? Dean let out a scoff.

"You've gotta - you're like a damn angel I swear." He muttered. She turned red and avoided his gaze.

"Y'know what? I'm outta here." She says and goes to retreat but Dean steps in front of her. She avoids his gaze and just snaps at him.

"Move!"

"Nope, ain't happenin' sweetheart."

"I swear to - "

"I didn't mean to judge, okay? I just - "

"You like being judged for bein' a whore or an alcoholic?"

He winced.

"No? The next time keep your fuckin' mouth shut. You barely know me and you don't know what I've been through before this." She glared at him and he gritted his teeth but knew she had a point. He just nodded.

"Fine." He agreed.

"Great, now can we go eat? I'm starvin.'" She mumbled.

"I bet. Considering you only had cereal." Cassandra marched passed him. She really, really did not like men. She took two wrong turns and was ready to scream before she felt rough, calloused hands on her shoulders and they guided her gently towards the kitchen.

"This way, sweetheart." Dean's rough voice said and she shoved his hands off.

"Okay, okay. Hands off." She mumbled and she walked faster and into the kitchen where Sam sat dressed in jeans and a flannel. Cassandra loved men in flannels and these two were no exception. She grinned at Sam.

"Hey, Sammy!" She beamed and opened the fridge as Dean went and grabbed a beer from the fridge, grumbling. Sam raised a brow towards his brother. Dean ignored him and watched as the blonde made herself a sandwhich and a bowl of pasta. Sam had made the pasta last night. Dean could admit she was cute. She had the whole 'girl next door' thing going on and he could appreciate that, but man was the woman stubborn and fiesty when she wanted to be. He wasn't used to that unless it came from other hunters like him.