Summary: A fiction based on season six's "Like a Virgin." The boys' last case with Kassandra before she goes to Portland.

Nope. She didn't want anything to do with Death or his deals. But when she heard Sam's screams of pain coming from the panic room, she left her computer screen mid-word and raced down the aging staircase .

Dean caught her by the arm before she could go in. "Don't..." he pleaded.

Kassandra wasn't struggling anymore but she kept her eye on what was happening.
It never occurred to her to ask how or why an IV line was in Bobby's house, but it was hooked up by the time Castiel showed up.

She sat next to Sam, stroking his hair while Castiel examined him, and remained by his side when Castiel exited the panic room to talk to Dean. He was still rolling down his sleeves,

"Well?" Dean stopped pacing when he saw his friend.

"His soul is in place."

"Is he ever gonna wake up?"

"I'm not a human doctor, Dean."

Kassandra looked down at Sam's still form. "Hear that, Sam? You need to wake up."

"Could you take a guess?"

"Okay. Probably not."

'Sheez..don't sugar-coat it or anything."

"Oh...well, don't sugar-coat it," Dean said almost simultaneously.

" I'm sorry, Dean, but I warned you not to put that thing back inside him."

Kassandra wiped away a stray tear that had managed to trickle down her cheek.

"What was I supposed to do? Let T-1009 walk around and hope he doesn't open fire?"

"Let me tell you what his soul felt like when I touched it. Like it had been skinned alive.
Dean, if you wanted to kill your brother, you should have done it outright."

Kassandra waited until Castiel left but fore she emerged from the panic room, finding Bobby and Dean with a half full bottle of whiskey between them.

"Sam still asleep?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah."

To the two men's surprise, she asked for a glass .

"Yeah, well...today we're making an exception."

The three sat in amiable silence for a minute as Bobby poured and then the three took a drink from their glasses.

"He'll wake up"

"Yeah," Kassandra smiled around her glass.

"Yeah."

"He's been through how much? Somehow, he always manages to bounce back."

"He's never been through this."

Before Kassandra could add anything more, Dean spotted the newspaper Bobby was looking at.

"Job?"

"Might be."

Bobby pushed the newspaper closer to Dean and Kassandra. It was from the Portland Chronicle. The headline read "Small Plane Crash Kills Two"

"Can I help? Send me to the library? Anything?"

She couldn't blame Dean for wanting a distraction. She was feeling like she could use a distraction.

"Couple goes up in a light plane. Wreckage was just found in the woods."

" Couple of Buddy Hollys? Doesn't really seem like News of the Weird."

" I'm with Dean. Doesn't sound that strange."

"Pilot was found seventeen mikes away, flambéed. Girl's just gone. No body, nothing."
Bobby had a look of 'Well, what do you think of that?'

"Okay. I'm not changing the channel."

" Dean."

'Oh my God. Sam..'

Dean almost dropped his glass. Kassandra was mid-sip and fumbled to avoid dropping hers. Both turned in their chairs.

"Sam?"

Sam hugged Dean and then Bobby. "Good to see you." Bobby glanced at Dean

"Wait..I saw you - I felt Lucifer snap you neck."

"Well, Cas kind of..."

This was news to Sam. His eyes widened, Kassandra noticed.

" Cas is alive?"

"Yeah, Sam...Cas is fine. Are you OK?"

"Kassandra?"

"Hey, Sam." She gave him a warm hug, hearing his growling stomach. A laugh.

"Sounds like a growling bear in there."

"Guess I need food."

"I'll be back." Kassandra kissed Sam's cheek and headed for the kitchen.