Hey, Half-Pint

I'm So Sorry

Cassandra's eyes slowly started to flutter open as she started to wake. Her view was blurry and she blinked a few times trying to sharpen her sight to no avail. Her head was heavy and her body felt even heavier, the aches and pains from her beating now taking a toll on her.

She tried to reach her hand to wipe her eyes, but found they were shackled up to the ceiling. She tried with what might she could muster to pull her hands free from the restraints, sadly they only dug into her skin causing a slight sting. She licked her dry lips and looked around, spotting the Demon sauntering into the room.

"Well, look who's up," she said with a wide smile, "I thought you'd be out all day."

"It's gonna take a lot more than that to get me down," Cassandra said with a pained smirk.

The Demon laughed and sat down in front of Cassandra, "now, why don't we take this chance to get to know each other better?" she said, crossing one leg over the other.

"I have nothing to say to you."

"Well, then I will do all the talking for us," the Demon said with a smile, "like this. My name is Tilda. I know, not a very fitting name for a Demon right?" she said with a wink, "this body was a preschool teacher named Frieda. She had two kids and a husband."

"Stop talking," Cassandra said softly.

"Mmm, no I don't think I will," Tilda said with a giggle, "The body I had before this belonged to a woman who attended Berkley and had just came home to visit family. When I left, her body was so wrecked that she died instantly."

"Stop," Cassandra said with more force.

"Again, no. I want you to know about all of the women you could not save," Tilda hissed, "I want you to know their lives, their loved ones... Everything."

Cassandra swallowed harshly and hung her head down, letting out a dark breath.

Tilda cocked her head and let a smirk play at her lips, "or maybe we should talk about you... Why do you want to save these lives? Do you feel some sort of... Obligation to save them or something?"

Cassandra stayed silent, her wrists twisting between the cuffs.

"No..." Tilda said softly, looking into Cassandra's eyes, "you feel obligated to save them because you don't want them to feel the loneliness that you felt... What exactly happened then, huh? Your father touch you when you were little? Hit you to keep you quiet? Or was it your mother? A drinking problem? Swat you when she had too much?"

Cassandra's eyes shot up to meet Tilda's, "my parents were saints," she spat.

"Then what is it, huh? You just grew up a lonely child? Nobody liked you? No friends?"

Cassandra sucked on her teeth, and let her tongue slip out across her bottom lip.

Tilda sat back in her chair and nodded with slightly wide eyes, "oh... or a boyfriend... No, no. A girlfriend."

"Stop talking, now," she said slightly louder.

Tilda let out a laugh, "that's the ticket! Your last relationship was Hell. She isolated you from everyone. Your family, your friends, your life. She hid you from everything while she beat you day after day, and you swore when you got out you were gonna make sure you could save as many people as you could from ever feeling pain like you did! You never wanted anybody to live with the loneliness you endured, and are still enduring and the funniest part is that you think the Winchesters are your one chance for friendship and love, but the reality is," she started, getting louder over Cassandra's chanted 'no's, "they're gonna leave you just like everybody else has!"

"Shut up you black eyed bitch!" Cassandra screamed, tears falling onto her cheeks as her wrists tugged harshly at the shackles above her head.

Tilda laughed as she watched Cassandra try to slowly reel her emotions back in and lifted her face towards her own, "they don't care about you. They don't even know you."

Cassandra swung her face away from Tilda's touch and gave a sie-eyed glare to the Demon, her lip twitching slightly from anger, "they know enough."

"Now, I'm going to go check on a few things. I hope you're all calmed down by the time I get back. Wouldn't want my new body being too tired to walk after I take over," she said with a smile and clasped her hand around Cassandra's throat, bringing her face only inches away from Cassandra's, "things are about to get much more fun." Ending with a slight giggle, Tilda took her hand from Cassandra's throat and lightly slapped Cassandra's cheek a few times.

Cassandra watched Tilda saunter out of the room and let out a soft cry. Sniffling slightly, she tried to blink away the tears and focus on different things. Maybe there was a way she could still get out of here. The pain in her back and her stomach was too much to deal with, and now the ripping feeling in her wrists, Cassandra could barely hold it together. 'I'm sorry, Dean. I'm so, so sorry.'