Dean was going to die today.

It felt so wrong to even think about. Her teenage best friend was going to die today if they couldn't figure anything out what they have been hunting down for the past year. It was still… so hard to believe. Just yesterday it felt as if Dean and her were chasing little Ellie around her dad's salvage yard with Sam filming and laughing. She inwardly sniggered, remembering times from when they were all so young. Everything was so much simpler then. Didn't have to worry about monsters getting you because you had your dad to protect you from them. Now? Not so much. Of course, Bobby would still do anything to keep his little girl safe but it wasn't as easy as it used to be.

Cassie hadn't even realised her knuckles had gone white from how hard she was gripping the steering wheel of her car. Everything was fucked! She should be with Sam and Dean right now, not in the salvage yard. Ellie was probably feeling the same way. She was what? 16 now? Jesus. Dad said they could do more help here surrounded with books that probably had the answer. Probably. Can you believe that? This whole thing just sounded like an excuse to keep her away from a butt load of demons. Sometimes Bobby could be so freakin' overprotective of her. She could understand them keeping Ellie here but herself?! She was a grown up. She could handle herself. This wasn't fair!

She had stayed in the house awhile, reading up on all sorts of stuff that might save Dean. She found nothing. Zilch. Zero. It angered her. She might have thrown a couple of things then stormed out back and sat in her car that she had yet to fix up. She might have.

She sucked in a breath, ran a hand through her short hair then clenched her eyes shut. "1…2…3…" she started, exhaling in and inhaling with each number passing. By ten she still wasn't as calm as her doctor told her she should be. I guess this was more for a 'you-have-made-me-angry' situation than a 'my-best-friend-is-going-to-get-ripped-to-shreds-and-I-can't-do-anything-about-it' situations.

Sometimes she wished she had run off with Sam when he asked. The only difference is that she would have made sure they didn't come back. They could have gotten married, had some kids, maybe even a pet dog like Sam was always talking about… used to talk about. She could have a proper education; she could know things she would never need to use in life like Pythagoras. She just… wanted to be normal. Dean had always said that she was as crazy as Sam for wanting that kind of life. If being crazy means wanting to know there's a chance you won't die tomorrow then sign her into the loony bin because she's bat shit.

She looked down at her thigh when she heard a soft buzzing sound. Cassie lifted herself up so she could reach into her back pocket to see who the hell would be texting her. New message from Life Giver 3 flashed on her screen. She bit her lip, reading over the text. Why would he be texting her from inside the house? Why not come outside and get her? Her eyes narrowed again at the time displayed on her phone and her breath caught in her throat. 01:12. Dean's time had run out over an hour ago! How did she not even realise?

Gt yur ass insd, please. Its urgnt –Dad x

She couldn't even find it in her to laugh at her dad's inability to text like a regular human being. She could already hear him in her head complaining about how the keys are too small for his thumbs. Taking another deep breath, she exited the car, shoved her phone back in her pocket and made for the backdoor.

Every step she took she filled with more worry. She knew as soon as she walked into the living room, one of two things could happen. (1) She hugs Dean like there's no tomorrow because he somehow survives and (2) she didn't even want to think about number two. Her eyes glazing over, she opened the backdoor and slowly walked into her home. She could hear two distinct voices coming from the living… only two. Maybe the third was still getting things out of the car? God, I hope so…

They didn't notice her straight away when she stepped under the archway that led straight from the kitchen to the living room. Sam and Bobby were staring out the window, talking. Ellie was nowhere to be seen but Cass was pretty sure she could hear smashing upstairs. She cleared her throat and the two men turned around to look at her. Sam had tears rolling down his face and he wasn't doing anything to cover them up. Bobby didn't look far off breaking down either.

"Dean?" Her voice croaked out, scared of the answer she would get.

All it took was a shake of her dad's head she was doubling over onto her hands and knees on the carpet. She could already feel both men kneeling down beside her and instead of pushing them away like she wanted to do, she welcomed their arms that had wrapped around her, pulling her into their warm embrace. She really did want to push them away. She wanted to cut all emotional ties. She didn't want to be feel a damn thing when they died… she didn't want to feel like this. Like her heart had just been ripped from her body.

She dug her nails into Sam's shoulders and buried her face into his chest, letting violent sobs rip through her. Why did it have to been Dean? Why did he have to be the damn hero in all these stories? Then again, there could never have been a happy ending to this one. It was either Sam or Dean and that was a choice she never wanted to make.

"Where is he?" She shakily asked, pulling away from Sam

"In the car." He replied quietly, wiping his nose with his sleeve

"Can I…?" She looked between the two

"I don't want you seeing him… not like this." Bobby told her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She hated to admit it but she agreed. She didn't think she could handle seeing Dean with his freakin' organs ripped out.

"We should uhm…" she started, standing herself up and wiping at her eyes with the back of her hands. "We should get the wood ready. I'll get a sheet." she turned around to walk upstairs but a firm hand grabbed a hold of her shoulder.

"No," Sam interjected

"What do you mean, 'No'? We have to give him a hunter's funeral. It's what he'd want, Sam."

"She's right, son," Her dad agreed, looking at the now oldest Winchester.

"What he'd want is to still be alive. And when he is, he's going to need a body."

"What are you going on about, Sam?" Cassie asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I'm gonna find a way to bring him back," He stated clearly.

"You can't be serious?" Bobby questioned.

"Have you learned nothing, Sam?" Cassie practically yelled. "This is exactly what Dean did! Ellie died and he sold his soul to bring her back and now Dean's dead! And now you're gonna sell yours for him? What about Ellie? What about your sister? You're just going to keep her in the middle of this never ending death cycle?!" She was so pissed off at him, she just let it go; didn't hold back.

"Look—"

"No you look, Sam" she hissed, stepping closer to him. "I will not stick around and watch you all get killed…"

Sam thought for a moment before finally replying. "No one's asking you too," he said harshly before storming out of the house.

"Sam!" She yelled. Bobby, who had been watching on the side-lines, letting them talk, ran after the Winchester with Cassie in tow.

Sam climbed into the Impala, slamming the driver side door. Before Cass or Bobby could reach the car, Sam drove off with Dean's body. Bobby swore under his breath. Something about Sam being a damn idiot. Cassie held her hands over her face and dropped herself on the ground with her knees bent upwards at awkward angles that weren't even remotely comfy.

Everything was so fucked.