Cassandra | d. winchester [1]

EIGHT

The brothers drive to the abandoned house and Sam glances at his brother as he drives. Dean ignores Sam's look and turns the radio on quietly.

"You're uncharacteristically quiet." Sam says.

"Am not." Dean denies.

"Yes, you are. You never shut your mouth. What gives?"

"I . . ." Dean lets out a sigh. "It's this whole . . . connection thing I have with Cassandra. It's overwhelming and I don't know how to handle it. It's like the room spins whenever she steps into it and I feel like I'm on a friggin' merry-go-round."

Sam smiled to himself. "Yeah, it's called - "

"Don't. We just met the girl not too long ago."

"You do know there are people who get married after a week of knowing each other, right?"

"Those people aren't havin' their lives screwed with upstairs!"

"Is it really that bad? C'mon Dean! I was hopin' one day this would actually happen. You said you want to experience things differently one day. This is your chance too, just not in the way you wanted." Sam reasons and Dean sighs again, turning onto the deserted road.

" . . . I did say that." Dean mumbles.

"Exactly. You deserve it too. I'm kinda jealous." Sam admits and Dean glances at him.

"I still think about Jessica every single day, Dean. Every. Single. Day. I want you to experience that. Not the pain of losing someone like that, but the feeling you get when you wake up next to the woman you love with all your heart."

Dean swallows as he parks the car. The two are a bit quiet after that and Dean clears his throat awkwardly before they get out and head into the house. Meanwhile, Cassandra is sitting at at the motel room trying to something to watch on TV. She changed into sweatpants and her cat shirt, put her hair in a messy bun and sat on the bed furthest from the locked door. She should of brought her damn book with her if they were going to make her sit on the sidelines. She fiddled with her rings on her hands before groaning to herself.

She quizzed herself on different creatures again, researched about Gods and Goddesses and spirits so much that her head was going to explode. It was getting late, and they still weren't back. Her stomach grumbled just as the door swung open, making her jump a mile in the air. She was rummaging through her snacks stashed in her bag and she swung around, nearly tripping. Sam and Dean both looked exhausted and beat.

"Oh my God, my neck." Sam moaned as he walked past her and into the bathroom. She just stood there, watching as Dean sat at the table and put more take-out food down and kicked his shoes off. She turned back around and started going through her bag again, looking for her snacks and Dean raised his brow at her.

"Sweetheart, I got us food."

She stopped and walked right over to him and plopped down to eat across from him. She dug right in again.

"Y'know you eat like me somedays, kiddo." He smirked and she snorted.

"Not a kid and yes I am a messy eater. Should see me when I eat pasta. It's ridiculous."

Dean rolls his eyes but had a grin on his face. He realized he didn't know much about her likes and dislikes at all. He'd learned more personal things about her first than just surface-level stuff.

"What kinda movies you like to watch, sweetheart?"

She raised a brow at the sudden question, but answered, "Anything with the exception of horror and boring."