Kassandra's POV

I woke up, the blindingly bright light seared my eyes. It was as if the sun was beating down on me and only me. My head throbbed and it hurt to move. But because I am naive I decided to sit up, going inch by inch so I could be in a sitting position. I knew I was probably breaking a million rules but who cares? I don't!

And once I got into a sitting position in the surprisingly dimly lit room, wait? Where am I? Last I remember I was stuck to the floor of the bunker by some sort of mysterious liquid. Who cares, Sam and Dean probably already figured out what was going on anyways.

I carefully maneuvered my way off of the bed and onto the floor. My shaky legs tried to fall out from underneath me but I wouldn't allow them to do just that. I carefully held the wall as I walked towards the open bathroom door. It swung open the rest of the way and I reached towards the light switch. Cringing as the light flickered on, I closed my eyes to adjust to the light a little bit.

When I opened them I screamed. What I saw was not the normal me. What I saw was not who I saw in the mirror this morning. My normally extremely messy red hair laid in layers, nice one's at that and fell past my shoulders. I was not who I normally was… No I was an anime girl. How does something like this happen to someone? Was this an alternate universe or something?

I felt the crippling fear rip through me. Am I ever going to get back? What will happen to Sam and Dean? Why did my head hurt so much? I looked back into the mirror. And looked down at myself. I was covered in yellow, blue and purple bruises and cuts that swirled all around my body. I was a bandage mess. There was wrap bandages on one of my wrists and the rest of me was covered with other bandages to keep my cuts from possibly getting infected.

I looked at my face in the mirror again. I broke down then, nothing will ever be the same and it never will be. The sobs wracked my wrecked and frail body as I slid down the tiled bathroom wall to the floor. I reached into one of my pockets and pulled out a picture. I had laminated it to keep it from getting ruined. It was of my cousins and me, before everything got weird, and before everyone died. The other picture was of all of us by our grandma outside after doing some yard work for here, we were all messy and sweaty but it was that last time I saw them before a demon killed them and then that's when sam and dean showed up in my life for better or for worse.

They helped me on my worst day and I helped them through theirs. It was mutual, John hated me and ever since they got the bunker I kind of spent all of my days there doing research and other stuff. Basically I hadn't been on a hunt with the boys for a while. I sneaked out once or twice but every freaking time John would show up unexpectedly. It was like he knew exactly what I was doing.

I decided that crying was for the weak so I looked in my other pocket that held my mascara. I washed my face and put some of my mascara on my lashes. Then pulling my hair into a high ponytail and making the standard military bun to keep hair out of my face. I sneaked out of the bathroom and then the room and into the hallway. I heard laughter and since that's probably a good sign I walked down the hallway.

Quickly and quietly I walked down the stairs. I prayed to Cas that this would not be a bad thing, a deadly thing. Someone put their hand on my shoulder and I jumped, taking a sharp intake of breath I turned around. Cas was there, and well lets say that his wings were hilarious. They were fluffy but still held their black color, they looked like a children's angel wings that people put on their poor kids for a sunday school reenactment or something. He had a yellow halo that held above his face. I couldn't barely keep a straight face.

"Kassandra, are you okay? I heard your prayers." His confusion shone through as I burst out laughing.

Okay lets give you the normality of when you see his wings. Okay he is being badass and he's pissed beyond belief. His eyes flash a even more pure blue, and the lights go out as he shows his wings. Well I've never seen his physical wings, just a shadow cast on the wall. They are black unlike the archangels which are normally white or a rendition of it. Basically it just depends on the angel. Anyways I couldn't get it out of my mind and I began to draw a scene. To make it worse Sam and Dean were laughing and when they laugh, basically I laugh harder. And Cas's face, oh… my… god… It's literally the best thing I've ever seen.

"Kassandra what's wrong? Something's going on and I can't figure out what it is. And why are you laughing at me?" His deep voice rumbled through the room, and his adorable puppy dog eyes plus the matching head tilt stared at my face to try to figure out what I was thinking. He could, but because of the last time he read my thoughts it didn't end well…

"Cas, y-you're wings. Oh my god they're adorable! And fluffy and amazing and I want to touch them!" I reached out for his wings and I felt the black feathers in between my fingers. His confusion turned into annoyance.

"Wait… Is he cosplaying or something?" honey asked.

"Well technically yes, I am an angel of the lord. A real angel, not a fake one if you must know." Cas said, finally relieved that someone wasn't making fun of him.

"Well you're a dopey angel. You're not even cool or anything." hikaru said.

Cas's audible sigh was noticed by everyone in the room. Then cas murmured

"Good to know what you people think of me, well I must be going then. I need to restore peace in heaven and hopefully get better wings than these useless things." He disappeared from sight and freaked out everyone in the room. I was used to this after months upon months of jumping whenever he appeared or disappeared from somewhere.

Speaking of which, we, as in me, sam, dean, a tall dude with short black hair and almost black eyes, another dude but not as tall with black hair with greyish eyes, a young blond that looked like he was in kindergarten who had honey brown eyes, and a tallish blond with blue almost purple eyes, were all crowding in the empty waiting room at a hospital. It looked like both sam and dean were bandaged and cleaned up.

Whereas I was kind of still a mess. I was wearing the same clothes from the day before, or what I think was the day before. My hair was haphazardly pulled up into a ponytail and I was beat up quite a lot. Even though I was bandaged and everything I still felt unclean for some reason.

Sam had been inching his way towards me slowly so as to not have anyone notice anything. He had a brown paper bag in his hands and some things were peaking out of the top. He handed it to me with the flick of his wrist and after he said his goodbyes he and I were walking somewhere so I could get cleaned up.

"You really scared me yesterday Kitten. I don't think I ever want to see you knocked out for that long ever again." His hand was splayed across the top of my head and was rubbing it lightly. I dodged the action and poked him in the stomach. He made a sound mixed between a yell and a laugh.

"And I never said you had the permission to call me Kitten." I tried my best to sound serious but his face looked of his sad doofy puppy dog face that he could only pull off. And it was the only face that made me melt immediately.

"Stop looking at me like that you big doof." I laughed a little, a light hearted laugh that barely ever would have dared to come out of my mouth.

"I'm going to stand outside and make sure Dean or someone doesn't go in." My smile grew a little bit.

"He wouldn't dare!" I yelled, but it was more of a joke.

"Oh, yes he would. You really don't see the pitfalls of Dean's character." His dimple filled smile finally touched his face.

"I like to see the best in others." And that was the last thing I said as I walked into the room, the door being held open by Sam which was shut right behind me.