The first month after Dean's death was probably the worst. Sam had ignored all of her texts and calls so she had no idea where he was or what he had been doing. After the funeral which he so graciously invited them to, he disappeared of the face of the freakin' planet. She had tried and failed at finding him multiple times. Every possible lead she had ended up being a dead end. In the end she gave up looking for Sam. You can't find someone who doesn't want to be found. You turn one corner and they turn the next. Ellie wasn't doing okay, either. She was so distant… She blamed herself and no one could convince her otherwise.

The second month wasn't any better. Ellie disappeared as well and no one could find her, so now all Winchesters were out of her life, and it felt like they had taken a piece of her with them. After a while, Cass gave up and started going on solo hunts. Nothing big. A few ghosts, some werewolves. Nothing she couldn't handle. She found it funny actually. All the things she had killed she ended up getting stabbed by some teenager who wanted her wallet. Knife still in her lower back, she took down that girl and then phoned herself an ambulance. Paramedics were pretty dang impressed to say the least that she was still conscious when they arrived since the knife had punctured her kidney. She wouldn't even be alive right now if the blade hadn't missed her renal artery by pure chance.

Third month she wasn't allowed out of the house which she also found funny since she was almost twenty-six years old and her dad had grounded her. She complied though. The two of them minded the phones and re-read their whole library near enough three times. Bobby had said he would shoot himself in the head if he had to read one more book on Mythological creatures and Cassie had commented if he shouldn't, but it would probably come in handy to know how to defeat them because it's not like they have a freakin' panic room they could hold up in if a damn dragon appears. They both had looked at each other, knowing exactly what the other was thinking. So that's how they ended up spending their weekend building an everything-proof panic room in the basement.

Month four consisted of Cass deciding she wanted to learn guitar because killing wasn't a good enough skill. It didn't exactly take her long to figure it out considering she was a fast learner. She learned all her favourite songs and constantly played when she wasn't answering phones or taking care of the house since Bobby was pre-occupied a lot nowadays with his own hunts. He wanted to get back out on the field, get rid of his rust. Cassie was totally open to the idea and happily let him go hunts. She also didn't have Ellie to worry about anymore. She had received a phone call from the youngest Winchester who let her know she was doing just fine and was currently hunting for Sam. She wouldn't accept him just disappearing without her, and wanted to help him find a way to bring Dean back. She then said she was sorry for leaving in the middle of the night, and promised to call in now and again to let Cassie know she was still breathing… Cassie always liked Ellie.

She flicked her hand over the strings, creating a low strumming sound. She sighed, bored out of her mind. The phones had been quiet all day which was unusual and there was nothing on T.V (never was) to watch. She began absent-mindedly playing 'Brother' by Matt Corby. Her favourite song. She liked the other's music. She did, really. She just… wouldn't listen to it willingly. If it came on the radio or whatever, sure she'll sing along. But really she would rather some Mumford and Sons. Actually… she wasn't really interested in the bands at all. It was more about the songs they made. There's only ever one or two songs she likes from a certain artist. M&S was an exception.

"Sleep now / under my skin / make sure you'll try to / conjure the wind and ease my - mind," She began, leaning back on the couch and bringing both her legs up. "Ooh, ooh, ooh…" she titled her head up and closed her eyes. "Somebody call out to your brother / he's calling out your name. / Ooh, ooh, ooh. / Hiding under the covers, with no one else to blame. / Ooh, ooh, ooh. / you couldn't help out your own neighbour / you couldn't tell it to his face / and you were fucked up by the blame.

"You cower in the corner / confide in your father / let it out and say / let it pass away. / Sleep now, / under my skin, / make sure you try to / conjure the wi—" She was cut off when one of the phones started ringing in the kitchen. "Finally…" she muttered, putting the instrument to the side and hopping over to get to the phone before whoever was calling gave up.

"Hello?" She asked in a sing-song voice, dragging out the 'O' longer than necessary.

"Cass? It's me!" a deep voice replied.

"'Me' who?" she asked, leaning against the wall with one arm crossed over her chest.

"Dean!" she slammed the receiver down and stared at it. Unbelievable, she thought. The first call all day and it's an unfunny prank call. She was already heading back to the couch when it started ringing again. She picked it up and hardened her voice.

"Listen asshole, I don't know who the fuck you are but you better stop calling or I'll go Liam Neeson on your ass, got it?" she then slammed it back on the wall and stormed back into the living room, picked the guitar back up and screamed internally. It's been four months since Dean died and she had only recently gotten over it and she really wouldn't like to be reminded of him. She had now lost her will to play so she pushed it on the floor and lay down. A little sleep never hurt anyone, right? So she closed her eyes, hugged a pillow tight to her chest and fell asleep faster than she expected. She must have been really tired.

…

She knew she was dreaming… she had to be. Either that or she had just travelled back in time near enough twenty years. She looked around her baby blue bedroom that was decorated with Dinosaurs and various cartoon merchandise. Normally, a little girl's bedroom was covered in pink and sparkles but Bobby and Katheryn Singer seemed to think otherwise. They got to know their child before doing anything too extreme. The first time she ever saw a dinosaur was when her dad bought her 'The Land before Time' on video and she loved it instantly. After a month she could name all the names of the Dinosaurs and before she knew it, her room was filled with all sorts of Dino stuff. Books she couldn't read yet, toys, bed covers, posters. You name it, she had it. Of course, she also watched other cartoons so amongst the raptors and triceratopses you would find a he-man action figure and maybe even a couple of transformers scattered around.

"KATHY!" Her fathers' voice yelled out, followed by various banging sounds. Cassie slipped out of bed, cradling her toy Brachiosaurus. She quietly tip-toed downstairs to see why her parents were yelling again. (They were fighting three days ago as well but she didn't know why). She willed her younger self not to do it but she couldn't stop herself. The little five-year-old walked into the living room, not knowing the horror she was about to witness. The horror that would forever be etched into her mind and would always be reminded of when she looked at her dad.

Her father stabbing her mother repeatedly with one of the kitchen knives.

Even at that age, she knew her mother should be dead but she wasn't. She was still standing and… laughing. Her mother turned to her and grinned, blood staining her white gown.

"Well if it isn't little Cassie," her mother had said, tilting her head.

"You stay the hell away from her!" Her dad yelled at her mom. "Cassie got back upstairs!" Seeing her mom like that had scared her greatly so she didn't even question it. But before she could turn and run, she was flying through the air and slamming into the back wall.

…

Before her nightmare could go any further, Cassie woke up panting and sweating and ultimately scared out her wits. It was at this point she heard the banging on the door. She took in a large breath, wiped some of the tears that had formed away and then stood up and made her way to the door. But before she even reached it, she was already stopping under the archway and staring at the wall by the stairs and more specifically the dent on the wood while absent-mindedly rubbing a scar on the back of her head.

She quickly refocused, shook away the bad taste in her mouth the dream left and her jogged over to the door. "I'm coming. Jesus…" she mumbled when the bangs on the door only got louder.

She swung over the door and before she could rudely say: 'what?!' a man she hadn't seen in over four months smiled down at her and said: "Surprise."

"Dean?" she breathed out, shocked.