"You sure this chick knows where Sammy'll be?" Dean asked Cas.
"Yes, Dean I am sure." Cas said for the hundredth time. They walked down a street lined with neat house and meticulously manicured lawns. They stopped at an old house that reminded Dean of an old dog that was too old and too lazy to get up and move. He and Cas walked up the path that lead to the front door, Dean tripping on weeds and cursing. Cas banged his fist on the mouldy old door. There the sound of a gun being loaded and the door creaked open. "Ho Cas." came a gravelly voice with a Kansas accent from inside. "Wait, gimme a sec." a the head of a girl who looked about Sam's age popped out out. Suddenly, two small projectiles flew at them. "Silver spoons. Just checking." she smiled, flashing white teeth. "Come in." she muttered. Once he and Cas were inside the derelict house, Dean got a better look at the girl. She had purple eyes, messy brown hair that looked a bit like Cas's and strong-looking arms and was wearing a Red Sox t-shirt that looked about seven sizes too big and a pair of green shorts with pandas on them. She wandered through the house with Dean and Cas in tow, occasionally bumping into various objects and muttering swear words or "How did that get there?" under her breath. "Cassy, you haven't told me two things. The first is who your boyfriend is and the second is what the actual hell do you want, because in case you haven't noticed, I am not a morning angel." she smirked, sitting down on the floor and patting the spot next to her. "C'mere you guys and we can sort out whatever it is you chuckleheads want." she snapped her fingers and three glasses and a bottle of whiskey appeared on the floor in front of her. "Dean Winchester is not my boyfriend." Cas muttered.
"Hush now. Dean, you're obviously the driver at the wheel, tell what you want, cause if it ain't important I am perfectly happy going back to bed and sleeping the rest of the day." her smirk dropped and her eyes stared daggers at Dean.
"I, we, need you to find Sammy." Dean said.
"Hmmf. He usually does a runner like this?" she asked, resting her chin in her hands.
"Uh no, that's usually me or Dean who 'does a runner' as you so poetically put it." Cas snarled. "Now, do you know where Sam is or not?" There was a pop and Gaberiel appeared.
"How many times Gabe, really mate." she sighed and got up. "What does everybody want, because if I don't get some answers I will smite your asses!" she yelled, thawing her hands in the air.
"We all want you to find Sam." Gaberiel said. And that's when the girl passed out.
"Who is this girl?" Dean asked Castiel. The girl had passed out was lying on the motel room sofa. Cas and Dean were in the kitchen.
"She is Cassandra, the female version of me. You know like uh, Odin and Freya. She is rarely sober, but when she is, she's one of the best fighters I know. Back up in Heaven she was famous for her 'I give no shits' as you would call it attitude." Castiel explained.
"But seriously, what's with the purple eyes?" Dean asked, laughing to himself a little.
"Who mentioned my eyes?" Cassandra walked in. She snapped her fingers and a mug of coffee appeared in her hand. She took a sip and sighed. "That's better." she muttered, her voice velvety smooth "You bring some of my stuff boys? Cause I ain't gonna go back in there, the archangels have it in for me. And by stuff I mean my guns and the other crap, eg grenades, salt that sorta stuff." she said and hoisted herself up onto the bench.
"Uh yeah, you've got an impressive weapon collection." Dean said, sipping his coffee. Cassandra smirked. She snapped her fingers and a set of fresh cleans clothes replaced the Red Sox t-shirt and the panda shorts. She wore a pair of navy jeans, a loose plain white t-shirt, red converse and a brown leather jacket with tassels and shells on the back. "Let's roll. I know where Sam is." she said and skipped, actually skipped out to the Impala. "Shoootguun!" she sang and swung herself into the front seat. "This girl's insane. I like it." Dean thought, smiling to himself. He got in next to her and switched on the radio. Oprea blasted from the speakers, making Dean cringe. Cassandra shoved a CD into the stereo and turned down the volume. "I said tell me your name, is it sweet she said ma boy it's Dagger, oh yeah Whooh!" Cassandra sang along. Castiel groaned.
"What's the matter Cas?" Dean asked, looking genuinely concerned.
"She used to play this sort of music when we were back in Heaven. There's only so much rock and roll you can listen to." Cas replied.