Heat of the Moment

A Supernatural Fan Fiction

Written by ForeverEverlost.

Summary: Over sixteen years ago since Lucifer had risen the Demons have finally decided to make a move to destroy the world. But before they do, Castiel sends a close relative of the Winchesters, Cassie into the past with her cousins to stop Sam and Dean from setting Lucifer free. Before it's too late.

Chapter 1

The Mourning of Dean Winchester

Year 2026, Nebraska

It was chilly this afternoon in Nebraska, a little chillier than what it usually was, but since the world had generally become a lot cooler and darker it only made sense since the apocalypse was in the process. Every single hunter had thought that when the apocalypse hit it would hit like a tidal wave and crash everything down, but little did they know, it takes time, weeks, months, years to bring the end of the world. There were more demons, stronger demons, even more supernatural creatures that were roaming the earth and there weren't really enough hunters to take care of all of them.

But the hunters were starting to grow on their end, since more and more families were dying because of demons, they tried to find the answer to what killed their family, thus becoming a hunter. A rebellion was starting with the hunters and they would soon fight against the demons to stop the apocalypse before it had even happened. But there was one problem.

They didn't have the Righteous Man to end it all.

Dean Winchester.

He had died along with his brother Sam Winchester when Lucifer had risen. Or that was the story, since no one could find them, there was nothing left but blood splatters on the floor and walls, and a few remaining items that belonged to the boys, also including Ruby's knife. But of course not one Hunter knew that the Righteous Man that had broken the first seal had to end it all.

The head quarters of the hunters was a Roadhouse in Nebraska called the Harvelle Roadhouse. The original building had been burnt down years ago, but they rebuilt it right over the old one and this time it was made more Supernatural proof, so not one demon, not one ghost or creature could enter the doors of that place. The owner of the fine establishment was none other than the lovely Jo Harvelle. Her mother, Ellen, had originally ran the Harvelle Roadhouse, the old one and the new one, but was killed tragically by a demon while she was helping a rookie with a hunt years ago.

Jo was cleaning glasses while she was inside behind the counter of the Roadhouse, there would be hunters coming in not but in three or so hours. It was still the afternoon and it was rare for hardly any hunters to stop by then. The highway that the Roadhouse was situated on had been quiet all day, hardly any vehicles had past, which was a bit irregular for a Saturday but Jo didn't mind it, that meant it was going to be nice and quiet.

But something entered her ears as she was heading for the back room. The familiar rumble of a car pulling in front of the building. The sound of a guitar solo playing in the stereos, the old classic rock that no one hardly ever listened to anymore, it was rare to find it. But that led Jo to once conclusion to who was pulling into her place.

The door swung open and Jo's eyes widened. There stood a girl to be about seventeen years old, she had straight layered dirty blond hair that ended at her shoulders and she had gorgeous green eyes. The girl wore a black, light sleeveless hoodie, jeans with a hole in the knee, black converse high tops, a leather jacket that definitely seemed a bit too big for her and a neckless with a strange golden item hanging from it.

The girl approached the bar and Jo crossed her arms across her chest, rage flowing through her veins at that very moment.

"Where have you been?" asked Jo. The girl looked up at her and shrugged.

"Around."

Jo rolled her eyes as the girl slid onto a bar stool across from her, Jo turned around and grabbed a beer, one for the girl and one for herself and handed it to her. The girl nodded to her in thanks and took a sip letting the sharp liquid ease her nerves.

"I'm serious Cassie, where on Earth have you been?"

The girl-Cassie, stared up at Jo and sighed. "I was in Kansas Mom..."

Jo bit her tongue, she felt a bit guilty now snapping at her daughter, she knew where she would have been if she was in Kansas. Cassie let out a little soft uneasy laugh and she raked back her beautiful hair with her hand and looked up at her Mom.

"I was working a hunt..." she told her, trying to break the awkward silence. Jo's eyebrows raised, trying to make a slight show of interest. She didn't like her daughter hunting, but she knew there was no point of holding her back since the war, and Jo remembered what it was like when she was younger, wanting to hunt but her mother never let her.

"Really? What were you hunting?"

Cassie snorted and took another sip, "a Demon...what else?"

Jo laughed softly and nodded leaning against the counter, "yeah...no kidding..."

Cassie was avoiding the subject with her mom, and she was pretty damn sure that Jo knew that too. Her fingers traced the beer bottle she held, staring down at it, examining the label. Biting her lip, she was deciding whether or not she should tell her mother the main reason why she was in Kansas. While her mom took another sip, Cassie decided to tell.

"I went to his grave Mom."

Jo put her beer down, a little harder than she should have. It always hurt her to hear about the man that she loved dearly, and the last thing that she ever did was glare at him and show hatred towards him telling him to leave. She walked away from him even though he had just saved her life just hours before. She let herself walk away with a child that belonged to him, growing inside of her unknowingly. Jo always hated herself for that, and would never forgive herself.

"It's been almost what? Sixteen years or more?" Cassie muttered to herself softy, taking another drink. Jo could feel her heart crumbling inside. She was never truly over his death even though it was years ago, she thought that the hole over her heart had scabbed over, when she'd least expect it the wound would start bleeding again. She would never forget him.

Never forget Dean Winchester.

"You takin' good care of that car?" asked Jo, rubbing under her nose quickly. Cassie smiled a crooked smile, and it always reminded Jo of Dean. Cassie was so much like her father, the way she talked, the way she acted, her smile and her eyes, they all belonged to Dean.

"Of course, don't think I stared at it for years dreaming of driving it without taking care of it..." laughed Cassie, she then paused and stared down at her drink again, "besides...it's his car."

Jo sighed, Cassie never really referred the Impala to be hers. She could recall the first time Cassie saw the Impala sitting in Bobby Singers' Salvage yard when she was just eight-years-old, how she stared at it with amazement, approaching the vehicle as if she had gotten a pony for her birthday. Bobby had come up to her and told her that it had been her Dad's car and he loved it very much. Cassie then told Bobby that she loved the car and that some day she was going to drive it. And since then, she's always called it Daddy's Car.

"Are you sticking around?" questioned Jo, looking to her daughter who was once again staring down at her bottle. Cassie nodded, "yeah...I think so."

Cassie was staying the night at the Roadhouse with her Mom. She hadn't been here in over a month since she had been hunting nearly non-stop lately, and it was getting close to the date that her father died...and that day always made both Cassie and Jo awkward to be around together. So, Cassie usually took off and found a hunt to settle her nerves and focus on something else. Even though Cassie had never actually met her father, she still had a few pictures and all the stories her Uncle Bobby and other fellow hunters that knew him. She basically felt like she knew the man. Besides, Bobby, Jo and other hunters all commented on how similar Cassie was to Dean.

After talking with hunters at the Roadhouse that night, she went to bed after she helped her mom close up. Cassie took off her jacket, that had originally belonged to her father and set it on a chair. Her hand reached up and fiddled around with the neckless that was around her neck. There were only three things that Bobby could find that belonged to Dean, and that was his jacket which was left in the Impala, his neckless and of course...the Impala itself. She treasured those three things, since it was the only thing she had to remember her father by.

She sat down on her bed and sighed. Just a few days ago she had been at her father's grave. Every time Cassie felt uncomfortable, scared or just needed to fume out somewhere she went to Kansas, to her father's grave and sat down and talked. Maybe he could hear her, maybe he couldn't, but that never stopped Cassie, since she always felt assured once she 'talked' to her Dad. It was the only time she really showed soft emotion. Cassie was known as the hard-headed hunter that never backed down from anything, and could hunt nearly anything. She was famous for her age. A fine young hunter most said.

But a few days ago was one of those days where Cassie talked to her father and she was just so tired.

Two Days Ago.

Lawrence, Kansas

Cassie had finished another hunt, the third one this week. More blood was spilled, a few more people she couldn't save. One of them, being a man who had two beautiful kids and a wife. Cassie had been able to save the kids but not the father. The mother was extremely grateful that Cassie could save her children, but still mourned over her lost husband. Cassie looked at the kids and could see the sadness in their eyes, she could understand that burning feeling of hatred for the thing that killed their loved one. They had the chance to go after the thing that killed him, but Cassie...she would be as good as dead since Lucifer himself wiped her Father and Encle off the face of the Earth.

Feeling the need to vent out, Cassie was only a few hours from Lawrence, so she could go to the graveyard and see her Dad. Driving there without any music on she pulled the Impala in and got out. Taking a deep breath she walked down a certain row of headstones, she saw four stones that she recognized. John Winchester and Mary Winchester, her Grandma and Grandma and then there was Sam Winchester and Dean Winchester, her Uncle and Father. Stopping at Dean's grave she stared down at it and then sat down on the grass.

"Hey Dad..." sighed Cassie, "it's been a while since I stopped by so...sorry."

There were no sounds in the graveyard, it was only Cassie and the dead. Taking another deep breath, Cassie tried to remember what she always told Dean when she stopped by. She usually told him about how Jo was, and what she was doing. She told him about the hunts that she went on, and of course she told him that she was taking good care of his car. So, she thought she would start off with that.

"Hopefully you're not too worried about your car...she's still in great shape..."

Silence.

"Um...I was just doing a hunt...not too far from here. A few demons were chowin' down on some locals...but I managed to stop it from killing a family before it got to the kids..." Cassie paused, she could feel her throat tightening, making it hard for her to breath, hot tears stung at her eyes but she held them back as she continued with her story,

"I couldn't save their Dad though...and the look on the kids face's...man, I wish I could have died right then..."Cassie choked out, staring at her father's grave. She recognized every engravement on his headstone, every bump and mark. Cassie had been coming here since she was six years old, so she knew it pretty damn well.

"Dad...I couldn't save him..." she muttered, "now those kids have to live without a father...like me. I couldn't help him, I couldn't...save him. Now those kids are going to be stuck down the road I am..."

Cassie wiped a tear that rolled down her cheek, she continued, "but at least they knew their father right? Had some memories with him? I may know you backwards and forwards from stories, pictures and what people tell me but...nothing beats memories right?"

Cassie laughed softly as another tear rolled down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away, "man...I'm acting like a bawl-baby. Anyways Dad...I just want you to know that I would do anything just to see you, to meet you...just to talk with you...even just once. I love you Dad, and Mom loves you too. See ya around."

Present Day

"Cassie" said a soothing voice. She woke from her daydreaming and she looked to where the voice had come from. To her right, sitting beside her on her bed was Castiel. Cassie frowned, she didn't like Castiel all that much. Since he was one of the many reasons why her dad was dead. She growled at him.

"What the hell do you want Cas?"

Castiel stared at her right in the eyes, he could see the hatred that she felt for the thing that killed her father. He could feel the burning desire that she had to meet him. But Castiel didn't have the time to sympathize with her.

"I have a job for you."

Cassie frowned, that was the exact same thing he used to tell her Dad according to Bobby. Using him as a lap dog. "I'm not your bitch Castiel..." she hissed at him.

The angel's eyebrows arched forward, he didn't have the time. "I don't have time to argue with you Cassie, the apocalypse is coming, quickly."

That shut Cassie up right then, it was coming? Finally? After over sixteen years of the other side preparing to take down the Earth, Cassie was just getting the update that the apocalypse, Lucifer, was finally making it's first move.

"You need to stop it."

Cassie's eyes widened, was he nuts? "My Dad and Uncle couldn't even stop it! How am I supposed to stop it myself!?"

"You're not going to do it yourself," Castiel said carefully, trying not to lose his patients with her. Cassie once again looked confused, pursing her lips together in a straight line. How was she supposed to do this?

"Go to New York City and find Jacob and Allie Blake" he ordered her. Cassie didn't recognize those names, in fact, she was pretty sure she didn't know a Jacob and Allie Blake at all.

"Who? And Why?" She asked him. Castiel sighed, he really didn't have time for this.

"To help you stop the apocalypse...and your cousins."

A/N: Heyy! That was my first chapter to Heat Of The Moment! I really hope you liked it! Don't worry, Cassie is only emotional really in this first chapter. She's a real kick-ass character later on. And COUSINS!? OMS! (Oh my supernatural!) Lol. Man, I didn't like writing about how Dean and Sam are dead XD Oh well, they're coming back :D And soon too! Anyways, thanks for reading!

R&R :D

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