Hey, Half-Pint

Cassandra didn't know how long she's been there. She's been hanging there for what felt like hours, and it probably was. The stinging in her wrist caused her whole body to tingle in pain, sending slight shock like feelings to the tips of her feet. As she twisted her hands in the cuffs, she could feel more blood start to trickle down her arms. The slight breeze from cracked windows blew against her skin, the blood now giving her skin a cooler sensation than before.

'I can't believe I screwed this up,' she thought to herself, feeling the urge to cry come over her once again, 'this is why you can't keep anybody in your life. You're such a fuck up.' "I'm not a fuck up," she whispered to herself, feeling a few more tears slip down over her cheek, "I'm not."

"Cassandra?" Dean called softly, his footsteps coming closer to where she was hanging, "Cass!" rushing up to her with his gun drawn.

"Dean?" she called back with hope in her voice.

He turned past a wall, catching her eyes and rushed towards her, his gun drawn, "hey, half-pint," he said, a small smile on his lips.

She sniffled as she looked on at him, "that's supposed to be my line."

"Let's worry about whose lines are whose after we get you down from there come on," he said softly, wrapping his arms around her thighs and hoisting her up, hearing the rattling from the chains running over the metal pole she hung on.

Moaning in relief, she held her hands close to her chest, and leaning against his body as he stood her up.

"There," he said softly and placed a gentle hand on her cheek, "are you okay?"

She laughed and wiped at her eyes with her thumbs, "yeah I'm fine. Just a little hurt from being used as a human punching bag."

"Listen, we're gonna get you out of here, alright?" he said and looked up around him, scanning the room. "Sam planted a trap in the back, he might be back there with her-"

Before Dean could finish his sentence, a large crash sounded from the back accompanied with grunts and more crashes.

"That's it," Cassandra said heavily and scanned the room. Her eyes landed on a pipe in the back of the room and she raced to get it. Wrapping her fingers around it, she rubbed her thumb against the cool metal. She looked up towards the back and stormed off in rage, "this ends now."

Heading to the back, she spotted Sam wrestling against Tilda, trying to get her off of him. His gun had been knocked to the ground and behind the two was a large devil's trap. Slowly figuring out the plan, she held the pipe in both her shackled hands and ran up behind her, "hey, Tilda!" she screamed.

The Demon turned and was quickly met with a burning sensation on her face causing her to scream out in pain.

Cassandra took the pipe from Tilda's face and reared her arms back. She brought them down with brute force against the Demons face, causing her to scream out even louder. With anger bubbling through her veins, she raised the pipe again and grabbed Tilda's sleeve, dragging her to the middle of the devil's trap and tossed her down onto the ground, "you don't ever get to touch them," Cassandra hissed, "ever."

"You're making a mistake here, Cass," Tilda said, her voice pained as she held her hand to the burn on her cheek, "these boys are trouble. If you were with me we'd have such a good time. I can guarantee you that," she said with a sultry tone, "come on, Cass what do you say?"

Cassandra stepped into the devil's trap with the iron pipe firmly in hand. She crouched down and looked the Demon straight in the eyes, "you are not allowed to call me Cass."

"Do you want to do this?" Sam asked, holding out a leather bound book in front of her.

She smiled softly and pushed the book towards him softly, "I don't need that." She turned, locking eyes with the Demon once again. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus," she began, venom dripping from her tone with every word, her eyes locked straight onto Tilda's.

Tilda growled and shut her eyes tight, shaking her head violently to the side, "you're making a mistake here!"

"Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii," Cassandra continued, now circling the Demon in the trap.

Dean watched her, actually in more of a studying manner. He watched her lips curl as she recited the chant from memory, he watched her shoulders square up as she adopted this persona of calm and stability. He watched her eyes. They were calm, but so dangerous like a hurricane. He listened to her voice, strong and forceful as she took short steps around the Demon like she was the once in charge now. And she was.

As she finished up the chant, she watched the black smoke fly out of the bodies mouth and fly into the ground leaving black charred markings in the cement. She waited for the smoke to completely dissipate before she rushed inside and pressed her first two fingers against the woman's neck. Sighing heavily, she dropped her head and slowly removed her hand, "she's gone."

"Cassandra, we did what we could," Sam said, "there wasn't anything that we could do."

"This woman died on my watch, Sam. I was here and I could of done a hell of a lot more than what I did," she said with sadness in her tone now. She roughly grabbed a bobby pin from her pocket and started picking at the locks on the handcuffs.

"Hey," Dean whispered, taking the pin from her hands and looking back up at her noticing that she was trying to escape his gaze, "what happened today?"

"You know, I really don't want to talk about it," she said before licking a quick line across her bottom lip.

"Okay... Okay... Let's just get you patched up alright?" he said softly, unlatching her shackles. He let the metal clatter to the floor letting his fingers linger across her own and let his eyes fixate on her own.

Finding herself staring at his lips, she looked back up into his bright green eyes reveling in the soft sensation of his fingers on hers. 'No,' she thought as she bit down on her lip, 'this isn't what you think it is. You're both leaving once this is over. Going your own separate ways, and there's nothing you can do about it. You don't like him, you're just happy he saved you. That's. It.'

Sam came up and placed his hand on her back, leading her out to the Impala.