Hey, Half-Pint

I know what I'm doing

"So, again... Are we going to talk about anything or are we just gonna stand here like three idiots?" she asked, walking towards the door of the building and tried to push and pull the door open.

"Why do you want to know everything so bad, huh?" Dean asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Because there are women dying and I'd like to find out what this is before I waste any of my own time," she said getting down onto one knee and pulling a bobby pin from her pocket.

"'You'd like to find out what this is?'" Dean repeated, "what are you talking about?"

Pulling the two bobby pin ends apart, she started jiggling it inside the lock. With a sly smile on her face she felt herself finally hit all the pegs inside the lock. She placed her hand gently on the wooden door of the building and quietly pushed it open, examining her surroundings before slipping inside.

"Is she serious?" Dean asked Sam before he motioned him in, watching to make sure no one was watching. After Sam walked in, he slipped inside and closed the door, "are you serious?" he whispered slightly louder towards Cassandra as she walked around the building, her eyes narrowed and scanning all the open spaces around her, "and now you're ignoring me."

"Do you think this is actually a serial case?" she asked, crouching down to place her fingertips to the deep bloodstain on the concrete. "Like, do you think this was a man who actually just kidnapped women and bled them? Or do you think there could be something else going on?"

Sam exchanged glances with Dean and they both looked down towards her, "why, what do you think's going on?"

"Well Tree Topper, nothing yet. But it seems like either this man is just so fast that he can abduct these women, bleed them out and beat them all while he's out looking for another woman to take home with him?" she said in a question like tone and peered over her shoulder looking into his hazel eyes.

"Unless he has a friend who's helping him," Sam said with a shrug.

She shook her head, "Can't be too sure. Something inside is telling me that this isn't just another random serial..." she said, cocking her head at a small brushed up pile of dust tinted an ever so dull yellow color. "Fuck me," she mumbled, dragging her finger along it.

"What?" Dean asked, walking up to her and crouching down beside her.

She rubbed her thumb in circles along the pad of her pointer finger and pulled it up to her nose, sniffing it. Letting out a sigh, she held her hand to Dean, "it's sulfur. I knew this wasn't normal."

Finally putting the pieces together, her random appearance, her constant questioning... Dean looked to Sam and then back to Cassandra, "so, what's the plan of attack?"

She sighed once again, pushing herself up and let her hand travel up her tattoo covered arm, "nothing yet. We know that they're still in the area, but why? Why not change the area? Are they looking for a specific woman and just killing anybody that get's in their way?"

"It may not even be that," Sam spoke up, "Demons are known to just go off the wall sometimes. What if this is just a normal demon case? Catch em' and exorcise em'."

Cassandra nodded, "that could be it... Did anybody find any way at all that these women were related, walked in the same social circles, even something as small as like," she blew air past her lips making a soft flapping noise, "like they owned the same shoe brand or?"

"Don't think so," Dean replied, looking in between Sam and Cassandra.

"Then we go with Lurch's idea. It wants to kill, so it's going to kill. And that part about the accomplice now... Doesn't seem too off." She pulled the glasses from the top of her head and started towards the door, opening it slightly. Peering outside, she spotted a small group of 2 or 3 police officers huddled by their cars, pointing out to different buildings. "Shit," she whispered, pulling herself back in, "is there any other way out of this place?" she continued, her voice still low.

"Yeah, there's a back door," Sam said, motioning towards it with his thumb.

"Well boys, we better get headed. Our font's blocked," she said, peering outside again.

Catching a quick glimpse of the police man turning, she ducked her head away and hid against the wall, her hands flat on the peeling plaster, "I think he saw me," she confessed, an apologetic look on her glasses covered face.

"Shit," Dean hissed and started looking around, "Sammy, go check the back and make sure there's no one out there. Cass, you come with me," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her around, looking for a space to hide.

"What are you doing?" she whispered slightly loudly as she kept looking back to see if the cops had followed her, "and don't call me Cass!" she whispered again, leaning into his face.

"Fine, Cassandra," he mocked in a terrible English accent, "we need to hide."

She gritted her teeth and started pulling him along into a side bathroom barely big enough for the two of them. She shut the door and quietly turned the lock before looking back to the green eyes only inches away from her own, "don't say anything."

"I know what I'm doing," he replied back quietly.

"Oh, do you?" she asked, slightly moving her hands up into the air, "well Mr. Genius, what's our next move?"

Looking around, he spotted a window and shimmied his way out from between her body and the vanity sink. He pulled the curtains back as slowly as he could to avoid a scratchy metal noise and stepped into the off white tub. Going to unlock the window, the entire pane suddenly fell out causing a loud crash, causing Cassandra to jump.

"Who's there?!" one cop yelled, footsteps coming closer to the bathroom now.

"They're almost here, Fun Size! We need to leave NOW," she whispered between gritted teeth as she turned back to the door. She heard a soft thump and turned around to see an empty bathroom. "What the fuck?!" she continued in a whisper as she stepped into the tub, looking out the window to see Dean picking up his suit jacket, "what you're just leaving me here?!"

"No," he said, a sincerity in his voice that confused Cassandra, "you're gonna climb out and I'm gonna help you down."

"I can't jump out of a window," she said, the anger fading from her voice and instead turning into fear.

"What? Why not?" he asked, and looked to Sam who was waving him towards a sleek black car parked on the other side of the street.

"I've never jumped out of a window before I'm gonna get hurt," she said before turning back to the door.

Suddenly the door knob started shaking slightly like it was getting ready to be opened.

She stomped her foot a few times and inhaled, pushing herself up and fitting one leg through the window before a loud crash behind her, startled her enough to make her lose her balance and fall through the window right into Dean's arms with a scream that sounded more like a squeak.

"You ready?" he asked quietly, placing her on her feet.

She nodded and started running towards her car. Climbing in, she turned the keys in the ignition and started off down the road, following the back Impala in front of her.