Cassandra | d. winchester [1]

FIVE

Cassandra and the brothers have spent this week hauling her crap to the bunker from her home back in New York just like they promised her. It was done now and her distant aunt and uncle were taking care of the house and everything else. They were done now and the brothers went out on a hunt and she is going through her stuff and throwing out what she does not want. Her body is tired and sore from all the lifting of the boxes and totes and training with Dean.

Dean was acting distant. She thought after she had spilled her guts to him, they could start forming a friendship, but nothing was there, and she regretted telling him anything. All her brain ever did was overthink every little interaction and the young woman was tired. She hummed along to the song Cassandra as she threw out the last of her old stuff. Her old life was done now.

The old her was dead.

Now, it was time to grieve and fight. Her training was going okay. She was nowhere near ready to hunt though and she was okay with that. She was having trouble memorizing the way to kill the creatures they hunted so Sam promised to help her memorize the ways. It was late now; everyone was tired, and Cassandra was in desperate need of a shower. She walked into her room and closed the door, pausing her music and taking out her airpods and putting them on charge. She took out a pair of pink pajamas from Victoria's Secret. They were their winter ones because her room was very cold - just the way she liked it. They were oversized and cozy. She grabbed her phone and headed into the connected bathroom and closed the door to shower.

She put the music on, the song continuing as she turned the hot water on. She stripped out of her jeans and flannel, took her greasy hair down from it's messy bun and climbed in. She hummed and scrubbed her shampoo into her hair real good. She had gotten her hair trimmed a month ago - before her life fell apart again and it still looked perfect. She closed her eyes, letting the water run over her skin and then she turned around and tilted her head back, letting the soap run out of her hair and down the drain.

So they killed Cassandra first 'cause she feared the worst and tried to tell the town . . .

She sang quietly as she scrubbed more shampoo in - she had a lot of hair and it was very long. She took pride in it.

So they filles my cell with snakes, I regret to say do you believe me now?

She sang as she conditioned her hair real good and grabbed her pink razor and sat down to shave her legs real good. She didn't care if it was getting cold out, the girl hated having hair on her body. She didn't care what anyone thought. It was for her. It made her feel cleaner.

Blood's thick, but nothing like a payroll. Bet they never spared a prayer for my soul . . .

She continued singing and eventually stopped when she didn't feel like it. She continued to clean herself real good, scrubbing her coconut body wash all over herself and when she was done, she stepped out, the steam filling up the bathroom and fogging over the mirror. The Winchesters had never been so happy to have their own bathrooms. She took a million damn years to get ready. She wiped the mirror and observes herself as her music played from her phone. That was another thing: they had upgraded her to a new phone because her mother was dead and she was on her mother's plan. They put her phone on their plan and her car on their insurance even though she hardly got to drive it anymore. She was actually considering selling it to get extra money.

She just had to talk to them about it since it was on their insurance now.

They had put all their numbers in her new phone (yeah, plural) in the order of which she should call if something were to happen. Her phone was wiped of her old life. The only thing left from her old life were pictures on it. She did put in her mother and grandma's numbers just so she could call them to hear their voice when it went to voicemail. That was it. She made sure to go in and deactivate all social media with the exception of Wattpad and Twitter. She needed to know what Taylor Swift was up to.