Chapter 10
*Cassie Blake's POV*
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"Cassie?" Mommy? "Cassandra please wake up. Mommy's here, mommy loves you." Fuck. Can some one please tell me what happened? Am I dead? Like, really dead?
"Amelia," Who the hell is that? "They need you in the trauma center!"
"Can you not see I'm with my daughter!"
"Amelia please..."
"Can't I stay..." Mom? Mom I need you. Don't leave me...
"I'm so very sorry, but we need a nurse in trauma." Mom?!
"Alright. I'll be there." No! "But tell the boys that they should come in. Stay with her. Alright?"
"Yes ma'ma"
This has to be the Hospital.
Not again. You know after Victor left I kinda hoped I wouldn't have to spend some much time in here. They have all my records. They knew what was going on, they knew he was beating the shit out of me and the doctors and nurses held the information because they didn't want him to hurt my mother. Go figure right? God knows how long I've been asleep. I can't will my eyes open for the life of me. But I am awake. I know that. Which means everything is going to be okay. I hope, anyways.
"Right in there. She's sleeping, but Ms. Blake told me to lead you in." Crazy nurse lady again. nice.
"Thank you." Sam? That had to be Sam. He was there when this happened.
What did happen? I was on the ground. I was hit. I was beaten...again. But this time it was Jaye. Why do I do this to myself? How can I be this terrible at picking boyfriends? Am I just that much fun to fuck with? What is wrong with me?
"Cassie? Hey, princess. Can you wake up now? C'mon your mother's a mess." Dean. It had to be Dean. His voice was lower than Sammy's a lot more comforting to say the least. I tried this time. My eyes were heavy. Like hundreds of pounds. I couldn't wake up yet. Even though I wanted to.
"Dean what are we gonna do?" Sam mumbled followed by a sound of plastic scooting across tile. He must have taken a seat in the chair by the bed. There was always chairs by the beds.
"What are you talkin' about, Sam." What was he talking about? "The Doc said she'll be fine. They just wanted her to heal that's why they put her to sleep."
"What about the asshole that did it?" Jaye? What bout him, he's probably headed to jail. "If he's still out there she's as good as dead."
"Sam you're over reacting again." What! Is he still out there...
"No. I'm really not! What about her step dad! You heard was the police guy was saying!"
"That doesn't mean he's going to come after her!"
"Dean. They have a medical file on her so thick even I was surprised. Damn, even Dad would be surprised!" Why? Did he get hit a lot too?
"Sam! I don't want to talk about this in front of her!" Dean shouted in his Sargent voice. You know? The one that makes you pee yourself a bit.
"I don't give a rat's ass what you want! She's asleep! She's in a goddamn comma you dick! Do you wanna know why! Because she can't fight back! Do you know what they told me? They told me if I hadn't gone back for her she wouldn't have lasted three minutes more! You weren't there! You didn't see him! I did and I did what I could to stop him! But like always I was too late!" Sammy...Don't... "I'm sorry. Okay? But she needs training. She needs to fight back. Because like it or not Dean they are going to find her."
There was a pause, a awkward silence so long I wondered if they had left me alone. Then Dean sighed. "Amelia would kill us..." Dean's voice was small. "Dad would have a fuckin' fit."
"I don't give a shit about Dad. Dean, I'm thinking of her."
"Why?" Dean was shouting now too. If I could move I would have flinched at his tone. "Do you really hate her that much? Do you really want to take everything away from her? Want the poor kid to grow up like we did?"
"Do you not hear yourself! Dean she had as bad, maybe worst childhood than us! Yeah, Dad wasn't always there, maybe he wasn't perfect but he wasn't evil. Dean, you saw the record on Cassie. You had to have read some of the forms. Every week, someone called the cops to stop the screaming at her house! Nine years old and getting her arm broken by 'falling down the stairs' four times."
That isn't their business! Who are they to think they can look up my information! I don't even know these guys that well!
"Sam, I'm not doing this. You can't tell her about anything until both Amelia and Dad know. She shouldn't have to go through it." Through what! Tell me! You bastards are hiding something! Tell me!
"Dean? Did you see that?" Sam gasped a bit. I shifted my head to one side and felt a burst of joy that I could finally move. Although, my hand is killing me. "Cas?"
The bed shifted slightly. Someone sat down. "Cassie?" Dean. My body was weak I felt my muscles straining. My head moved back towards him. My eyes cracked open. Light flooded in and I closed them again. "Hey. Are you waking up?"
"No." I croaked out. "I...just wanted a quick...snack..." I heard Sam laugh. Not a funny laugh more of a relief laugh.
"Oh God! Thank the Lord!" Dean spit out his hand graised up my shoulder. I opened my eyes back up and saw him sitting over me. His hair was sticking slightly to his forehead. "Are you feeling okay? The nurses said you might be queasy."
"No...I'm...Good." I licked my dry lips and tried to not focus on the throbbing in my ribs. "So...Wanna tell me where I am?"
"You're at the hospital." Sam answered the bed shifted again and I glanced over at him. His hair fell around his head–like a halo–but under that was a bruise. black and blue around his left eye.
"No shit Sherlock." I mumbled trying my best to smirk back at him.
"Quit the jokes, Cassie. We were worried about you!" Dean scolded and I laughed. As the chuckle came out I shouted out in pain instead. My lungs backfired and I gasped my hands going to my chest. bandages covered it.
"Nurse!" Sam screamed out of the door and someone ran in. Then another. I whimpered in pain using every inch of self control not to burst into tears. "What's wrong! Cas?"
"Hurts." I gasped pointing to my ribs. The first nurse nods.
"Cassie. It's going to hurt like that for a while. You had two broken ribs, we set them but they need to heal." She spoke sweetly down to me and I nodded still in immense pain. "I'm going to give you pain medication right now. You're mother will be in as soon as she is finished in the OR. I nodded again and she left with a soft smile.
"I asked you if you were okay? Why didn't you tell me?" Dean scowled sitting back down the bed.
"I didn't want you to worry." I shrugged it off but he looked utterly insulted.
"Look, I didn't want to hurt you goddamn feelings of anything." I mumbled rolling my eyes as dramatically as I could.
"Dean, Cassie. Come on please. We just started getting alone." Sam sighed giving us the kicked puppy look. Dean fell for it.
"Sorry."
"How long have I been out?" I asked anyone in general. Dean glanced back at the clock.
"About seventy five hours." He said. I nodded my head swimming in meds. It was a very nice feeling acutally. I thought back to waking up. No I thought about what I heard while I was sleeping.
"You wanted to tell me something?" I looking back at Sam. His eyebrow cocked to the side.
"I did?" I nodded and did my best to sit up in bed even with the medication making everything foggy.
"When I was sleeping you told Dean you wanted to tell me something. What was it?" Dean gave Sam the death glare that could kill Voldemort himself if he used it right. "Look, I know that you too are sneaking through my medical records and shit. I know you've seen my police record. You know everything about me. I don't even know what you dad does for a living."
"That's complicated Cassie. It's all complicated." Dean sighed running a hand through his hair.
"You act like I'm some kid who doesn't know what she's doing! Even Sam knows that I'm more than that! He understands me, how come you don't!"
"I do. Alright. I get it! I get you! Probably better than you will ever know! I told Sam, alright! I told him he wasn't allowed to tell you unless your mother says it's okay!" Dean shouted looking completely conflicted. I huffed out my chest and looking down at the IV tube sticking out of my arm. I played with it for a few seconds until it started to hurt more. I felt tears in my eyes. I felt so weak. Here I was crying like a little girl in a bed because my boy friend hit me. Get over it Cas! Get over it!
"Just...Please?" I glanced back up a tear spilling down my cheek on to the hospital gown I was being forced to wear. "I can't do this anymore. I can't be weak. I can't hate myself this much!" My voice shattered and I started crying. Tears lined down my cheeks and my chest bounced painfully with sobs. Every inch of my self esteem dropped and I allowed myself to cry. Both Sam and Dean watched so afraid of hurting me they didn't dare lay a hand on my.
"Don't say that." Sam whispered his fingers finally finding my wrist. "You shouldn't hate–"
"I do! I hate myself! I hate me! I'm weak and pathetic! He was right! H–he was right!"
"Cassie..." Sam climbed onto the sheets of the bed and sat right next me much to Dean's complaints that he would hurt me. He grabbed onto my hand and I allowed him to pick me up and put me on his lap. "Don't say that." He mumbled pushing his face into the back of my neck. His voice was muffled in my hair.
"I just want to fuckin' get out of here. Can I just leave? Can we get out of here? Please?" I sniffled looking back up Dean who shook his head lightly.
"You're mom would kill us if we did that." He smiled and I huffed out a sigh. "You're not weak by the way. I never thought you were week. I mean, I've never met anyone stronger than you. You're practically five foot two and have stood up to men twice your size. I've seen you do it. You're incredibly brave."
I smiled hiding my face with my hair. Sam's hand squeezed my hand and I felt the warmth of his body on mine. My eyes closed and I felt myself slip out of consciousness for a second. I woke up when I saw my mom poke her head into the room. Sam's arms were still wrapped loosely around me so I didn't really have a choice but the stay and chat with her.
"Cassie! Oh thank God." She smiled a tear rolling down her cheek I nodded and sighed.
"Yeah, I woke up a while ago. Sam and Dean were here. Where were you?" I snapped and Sam squished my hand in his until I pulled away and he glared at me.
"I was needed. I had to help in the Trauma center. There was a shooting victim. But I'm here now." She smiled walking over to the bed.
"Sam wants to tell me something." I deadpanned and Sam coughed behind me. The tension in the room was almost unbearable.
"And what is that Sam?" She asks like she knows? Does she know? And I the only one they really left out?
"I want her to become strong. I want her to learn to defend herself." He started by my mom finished.
"You want to tell her? You want to tell her everything?" Her eyes widened slightly and Dean shifted uncomfortably against the wall.
"Well...Yeah. She deserves to know." Sam shrugged and I nodded along with him.
"She's just a girl Sam, she doesn't need that information."
"Please." I scuffled. "I'm not a child, I never was! I can handle anything you throw at me." That wasn't a lie. I'm ready for anything. Mom bit down on her lip. I didn't know what to expect from this.
"So, what? You're her mom you make the calls." Dean shrugged. I didn't know what this secret was. I don't think anything I could think of was true.
"So are you guys Russian spies?" I smirked slightly Sam shifted underneath me and my mom put a hand over her forehead for a second.
"If you want to tell her you are in charge. You train her and I swear to god if you hurt her I will never forgive you." She pointed at Dean who nodded knowingly. "If you tell her she isn't just going to become another back up for you to rely on. No cases. No real things!"
"Alright." Sam said and I turned to look at him. He looked ecstatic for some reason. "Close up the room and I'll tell her."
"This is a terrible idea." Dean shook his head. Sam lifted me off of his lap and sat me down at his side. My mom closed the glass door to the room. I waited until Sam stood up before I went back to laying in my bed.
"Look we're about to tell you everything. Everything that makes us who we are. Please don't...don't freak out alright?" I nodded and Sam continued. "When I was six months old and dean was three, there was a fire in our house that killed our mother."
"Yeah, I know that." I rolled my eyes sitting up farther. "That–"
"Lemme finish." Dean sat down on the other side of the bed. Sam went on. "My mother was killed, murdered by something. Something that you don't believe in. She was murdered by a demon."
Silence. That was all. I let a smile cross my lips. "You're joking..." My smile fell. "You're not joking. Oh fuck, really?"
"Yeah. Really." Dean nodded. "She was murdered by a demon and our dad made a promise that he would fine the demon. He became a hunter. Like any movie we've every seen together. Vampires, werewolves. Everything is real Cassie."
My jaw dropped. I glanced between both of them. They weren't lying. They didn't looking like they were kidding at all. "Monsters exist?"
"Yes." Sam added. "Our dad taught us to hunt them. That's why we could always defend you. That's how we became so strong."
I nodded letting the information pass. It wasn't easy. Monsters? Witches? Werewolves? God knows what's out there. I mean, demons? Have you seen the movies? That's scary as fuck. "You hunt monsters."
"I know it's hard to believe..."
"No." I nod. "No I believe you. I'm just having trouble grasping that this world is even more fucked up then I originally thought."
Sam smiled and let out a sigh of relief. "I told you she could handle it."
"Are you okay, honey?" Mom asked brushing her hand through my hair.
"I'm good." I looked up at her. "How do you know?"
"I've had a few run-ins with a demons and ghosts in my time." Her face relaxed slightly. "So have you. I bet you've just forgotten."
"Really? Is that where John is? Is he hunting a ghost?"
"He's hunting a pack of vampires in Tampa Bay." Dean smiled back at me and I nodded slowly.
"So." I sat up and looked at them all. "When do we start?"