Hey, Half-Pint

I Better Get Going

At Dean's car, things had slowly started to get back to normal. Cassandra was settling down, Dean was patching her up while Sam was explaining things to the police.

Cassandra watched Dean's hands worked at the bandages, keeping themselves out of sight, "so. Where do we go from here?" she asked, stretching out her fingers and examining the wraps on her wrists.

Dean stopped and licked his lips, "well... We go out and do what we need to. And if we cross paths again, then that's completely fine by me," he said with a soft smile.

She smiled back to him and rested her hands on her knees, "thank you for saving me, Dean. I don't know what I would've done without you."

He waved his hand, "you don't have to thank me."

"I do," she said even softer this time, "I don't know if we'll ever see each other again so I may never get a chance. I owe you big..." She looked out in front of her and kept her eyes locked on the building, "I made so many rookie mistakes, and without you..."

"Cassandra," he said softly.

"I thought you liked calling me Cass," she said with a small blushing smile.

He smiled back, "oh, so you like Cass now, huh? Maybe I could call you Cassie."

"Cassie?" she asked, crinkling her nose the smile still on her face, "I don't know Pint-Size, that makes me sound like I'm 2 years old," she laughed, negating her own use of the nickname earlier.

He laughed back and placed a hand on her shoulder, "I'll tell you what. When you lay off my nicknames, I'll come up with one for you."

"But I like your nicknames, Peanut!" she said, ruffling up his hair.

"Would you knock it off?" he said with a laugh as he gently pulled her hand away from his head.

She returned with her own laugh and ended with a soft sigh. Her wide smile turned into a soft grin as she stared on at Dean, "well... I better get going."

His smile slightly faded and he looked down at his knees, "yeah, us too," he said softly, looking back up to Cassandra, "so many cases, not enough time."

"My sentiments exactly," Cassandra said softly, placing her hand on top of Dean's, "you still have my number though," she said with a sly smile.

The smile returned to Dean's face and he laughed, "that I do."

Standing up, she leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Dean's cheek before she walked to her own car.

Reaching inside she grabbed her aviators off the sun visor and slipped them onto her face before she opened the driver's side door and slid into her seat, sighing in content as she settled into the familiar leather of the seats, "hey sexy," she muttered to the car before turning the keys in the ignition and taking off down the highway.