"I change shapes just to hide in this place but I'm still, I'm still, an animal." -Animal Miike Snow.
Sam, Dean and Castiel agreed to meet Charlie and Cassandra at the bunker, Cassandra needed to 'Go home.'
"I thought you lived in the dump you were in when we first met you." Dean said, to which Cassandra grinned.
"Nah, angels were following me. My real house is in Florida." Cassandra turned to Charlie and held out her hand. "Charlie, may I have this dance?" Charlie took her hand and smiled.
"You may." she replied, and she Cassandra teleported.
"Well. We've got a fourteen hour drive ahead of us, so buckle up." Dean got back into the Impala and Castiel teleported into the front seat, leaving Sam grumbling about never getting to ride shotgun.
Cassandra and Charlie landed on the soft sand, the sun beating down on their backs. Cassandra leapt up and sprinted up the beach, kicking sand behind her with Charlie hot on her heels. They got to the road and Cassandra walked over to a black Cadillac. She reached inside the tailpipe and pulled out a set of keys, dangling them in front of Charlie with a triumphant 'Look what I found' smirk on her face. Charlie raised her eyebrows and Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Yes, its mine." she verified, and slid into the driver's seat. "Now get in, I've gotta get home and get some of my stuff if we're going to go to the bunker." Charlie got in, switched on the radio and got nothing but white noise. "Here." Cassandra kicked the glove box and it opened with a hiss, revealing a treasure trove of CDs. Charlie busied herself with choosing while Cassandra shoved the keys into the ignition. The engine roared to life and purred underneath them. "Huh. Starts first time." Cassandra muttered to herself. Charlie held up a handful of CDs.
"What do you think? Lou Reed, Green Day, Paul Kelly, Madness, The Fratellis, Bareneaked Ladies or Of Monsters and Men?" she asked.
"The Fratellis." Cassandra decided, sliding the CD into the player. Charlie shoved the rest of the CDs back into the glovebox and tried in vain to shut it. "You have to kick it real hard." Cassandra explained. Charlie kicked and it slammed shut with a satisfying thunk. Cassandra pulled out onto the highway and and sighed. The music started up and Cassandra starting singing along. Badly. "There's a snakeskin bedroom right in the middle of a funny little place called hell oh well. Everybody there's got trouble by the dozen its a lonely little place to dwell." Charlie covered her ears and cringed and Cassandra mock-pouted. After about twenty minutes of driving thy slowed in front of a ornate gate. Cassandra arched up off the seat and fished a remote out of her back pocket. She clicked it at the gate and it opened. They passed through and it shut after them. They drove slowly along a gravel path until they came to a huge house made almost entirely out of glass. Cassandra stopped the car and jumped out, not bothering to open the car door. "C'mon, we've gotta get some stuff." Cassandra marched in. "Come with me, we're about the same size and I've got some clothes I've never worn so pick some you like." Charlie followed her into a bedroom and began looking through the wardrobe. Cassandra pulled a suitcase out from under the bed and stated filling it with clothes. "Oh, I've been looking for that!" Cassandra exclaimed and pulled at something under the bed. "Huh. Looks like its stuck." Cassandra ducked under the bed then laughed. She crawled back out with a small furry thing in her arms. Chewing a sock with red and white butterflies on it was a little puppy. "Uh Cassy. I don't know what that is but it definitely isn't an innocent puppy." Charlie back off.
"Yup. I know. I present to you one of Cerberus' puppies, or one of the reasons why the Angels hate me." The puppy looked the same as a longhaired black and white Border Collie, but it's eyes and teeth were an unnatural golden colour. "But you can just all him Fred." Fred scrambled out of Cassandra's arms and walked over to Charlie on wobbly legs. It sniffed her jeans, nodded approvingly and went back to chewing the butterfly sock. "Ready?" Charlie nodded. In Charlie's side of the suitcase were three pairs of jeans, three plaid shirts, three t-shirts, a pair of shorts, some swimmers and a pair of smiley face pyjamas. Cassandra waved her hand a Red Sox t-shirt and panda shorts, a Grumpy Cat t-shirt, two t-shirts, some swimmers, two silk button up shirts, one black, one white, two pairs of black jeans and a brown leather bomber jacket joined Charlie's clothes. "Go go Power Rangers." Cassandra said, and waltzed out, humming a medley of different Green Day songs.
"Crowley my friend, all I want is to work with you." Lucifer leaned against the doorframe. Crowley was inside, tied to a chair. He mumbled something through the duct-tape. "What was that?" Lucifer asked, strolling closer. He ripped of the tape and Crowley blinked. "I said, fine." he hissed. Lucifer flicked his wrist and Crowley stood up.
"The first thing I want you to do is to kill the Winchesters, Castiel, Cassandra and Charlie." Lucifer said, and teleported away.
Cliffhanger!
