Cassandra | d. winchester [1]

TEN

The trio arrived back at the bunker. Dean hauled all her bags in and set them on her bed for her as she kicked off her shoes. Sam went to shower and go to bed. Cassandra began sorting through the bags as he sat down on her bed, watching her. She furrowed her brows.

"What?"

He shrugged. "Nothin.' Why do you get so defensive when someone's watching you?"

"'Cause it means you want something and you're not getting it." She says as she folds her clothes from the American Eagle bag. He sighed. He thought he was cynical.

"No, it doesn't. It just means I'm tryin' to figure you out. You forget that for some reason, you and I are bound upstairs and I can feel what you're feeling just like you know what I'm feelin.' At the mall today, when we were teasin' you, I felt like my chest was gonna explode because you wanted to cry. Why did that make you wanna cry? We were just messin' with you."

Her throat closed up. She ignored him and continued folding the clothes and going through them. Dean gritted his teeth and stood up, taking the bag from her hands and setting it down. She glared and went to grab it again, but he stopped her and suddenly had her pinned to the wall. Heat electrified between them and he used his leg to part her's and pinned her dainty hands beside her head.

"You're not gettin' outta this, sweetheart. We were just messin' with you. What is wrong?" He demanded.

"Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to have to tell you that I am a twenty-one year old who has no experience and you've been around the block how many times?! You're ten years older and are walking sex on legs and it's annoying! I am a grown ass woman and this stupid connection is driving me nuts! Do you have any idea how scared I am that if I give in, you're gonna ignore me afterwards??? I have enough issues with men, I don't need anymore!!" She exploded.

"I hate this! I hate you for making me feel this way! I hate God or whoever else decided that this was a good idea! I want my life back! I want my family back!!!" She started crying again and squrimed against him.

"I never let men near me for a reason now GET OFF!" She shoved his chest with all her might and continued crying. Dean was speechless for once. She slumped on the wall and cried some more.

"I want them back." She sobbed and fell to the ground. Dean didn't know what to do. He felt her pain and it was driving him crazy. She was driving him crazy.

"I've always wanted my first to be with someone who actually wants to be with me - not with someone who just wants to use me or because he doesn't have a choice because God said so." She cried and Dean closed his eyes and sat back down on her bed and buried his face in his hands.

"Without this stupid entanglment, would we have even met?" She suddenly asks. Dean looks at her and she bluntly says, "'Cause I doubt it."

"I wanted to do it on my terms only and I don't get to."

Dean swallowed his emotion down as he watched her curl up against the wall, still crying. He felt his barriers break. He couldn't take it anymore and got up and knelt in front of her.

"Listen to me. I don't know if we would of met even if we weren't connected. Maybe we still would of because the supernatural has a way of screwin' with things no matter what. I am sorry I can't give you your old life back. I would if I could, trust me. But I can't. You don't hate me, you hate yourself because you hate the way you feel and the way the connection is makin' you feel. Wanna know how I know? 'Cause it's the same with me and maybe it's high time we stop fightin' against it. As for the experience thing, that does not matter to me. It's actually refreshing. Gives me a chance to show you what you've been missin' out on," He send her a smirk.