So, here's the final in my Cassandra Teal Trilogy. As ever, as you all know, I don't own any of Supernatural, but I do own my OC's.

I hope this does justice to the characters, and the story that people have enjoyed so far. It may be best to read both Cassandra Teal and Those Nephilim Days before reading this as I'll be referencing them throughout. I hope as well that you enjoy this one! Forgive me if it takes a while for any regular characters to appear.

The hall was dark, the only source of light came through the cracks in the walls and ceiling where the street lamps shone through. Two figures clung to the wall as they stepped cautiously through the building, their shoes barely making a sound. They held their breath as the one in front stepped forward, easing open a door.

'Are you sure about this?' The other one whispered. The one in front turned back, pressing a finger to their lips and then giving a thumbs up, before stepping forward, into the next room. The one left behind looked over their shoulder nervously, before following the leader inside the room.

They stopped short when they saw three people standing in the room, their poses impossibly stiff, their eyes tracking both of the new visitors.

'Is it me or are hunters getting younger?' One of the room occupants drawled.

'Guess you're not going to find out,' the leader smirked, pulling a machete from behind their back and practically flying around the room, slicing their heads off, as her cohort cowered in the corner. As the last head dropped, and she cleaned her blade on the victim's shirt, she looked over at her friend and rolled her eyes, hopeful that he couldn't see in the dark. 'Man up, Dax.'

'I'm sorry, Faith, it's not every day you seek out a vampire coven and slaughter them like it was nothing. Vampires, Faith! We could have been bitten, we could have been like, Cullened!'

'You complain too much, Dax. Come on, let's get out of here. I think they were the only ones left in the nest.'

She sheathed the machete then grabbed his hand, and tugged him out of the room, back down the passageway and through a fire escape, sliding down the metal railings and jumping at the end of the ladder, landing lightly on her feet. She looked up, and saw Dax clinging onto the end of the ladder, peeking down over his shoulder and squinting through his thick-framed square glasses.

'Faith?' He whined. She rolled her eyes, and flicked back her hair, then took a running jump and caught him, easily ten feet in the air, bringing him down gently in the alleyway the fire escape let out on. She looked around the entrance to the alleyway, and then pulled Dax out with her as a particularly large crowd of tourists passed by.

'Can we leave New York now?' Dax asked under his breath, crossing his arms across his skinny chest. 'I hate being here.'

'Fine. I have a couple of other things I want to check out.'

'Faith,' Dax groaned. 'Turn it off for a second, please. I just want to rest.'

Faith pretended not to hear him as they walked through a few more busy blocks, until they reached an old, yet cared for, green-and-cream coloured Volkswagen Camper. Dax unlocked it, climbing into the driver's seat and pushing his shaggy fringe back as Faith climbed into the camper part, drawing the curtains before storing her machete and a small pistol she had tucked into her bra. He pulled out into the crazy New York traffic as Faith climbed forward into the passenger seat, shoving her long brown hair back and checking her cell phone.

'So, do we get to sleep before you find something else paranormal to kill?' Dax asked before slamming his hand on the horn, the beep only drowned out by the other cars who were also sounding their horns.

'I'm sorry, are you giving me shit because I eradicated an entire nest of vampires who were terrorising New York? You're the one who watched Ghostfacers. You're the one who fanboys over Carver Edlund's books. I'm the one with the balls to go out there and do the real thing.'

'Are we fighting?' Dax sighed, taking an opportunity through the traffic. 'Faith, it's two in the morning-'

'Tell that to the New Yorkians,' Faith muttered. Dax smiled, despite himself.

'Right? I'm just tired.'

'So we'll find a motel out in Hoboken or somewhere. I want to get to Philly tomorrow morning. Heard there's a shape shifter just outside the city, we should totally check it out.'

'Faith, I love you, but there's something wrong with you, I swear.' Dax muttered.

'I heard that,' she rested her boots on the dashboard, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. 'Don't be so butthurt.'

She reached over to the dashboard, and changed the CD from the whining indie music Dax had chosen, slipping in Led Zeppelin instead.

'Really, Faith?' Dax groaned, as the heavy baseline started.

'It's comforting.' She shrugged, leaning her head back against the headrest. 'So, Hoboken?'

'Hoboken,' Dax nodded, squinting at the roadsigns ahead for the exits out of the city. 'No joking.'

Faith snorted with laughter, tapping her hands on her knees along with the rhythm of the music, humming softly along.