Thanks to deadone1013 for the reviews! It makes my feel all warm, fluffy and really inspired to do a whole load of writing. ;) Thank you! *sends internet cupcakes/pie to nice person* I reeeaaally hope you guys are liking this. I don't own Supernatural, what a sad world we live in. ~Beatrice Holmes

"It's the end of the world as know it, it's the end of the world as we know, and I feel fine!" -It's the end of the world (as we know it) R.E.M

The black Cadillac roared down the highway, music blaring and a large dog sticking it's head out of the window and into the wind. "How the hell is that dog so big already?" Charlie shook her head. "And do you have anything that isn't Indie Rock because it can get a bit much." Charlie ratted through the glove box, finding a crushed copy of 'National Geographic' from 1976 and shoving to the back.

"Bullshit. No such thing as too much of The Fratellis." Cassandra replied, yanking a pair of sunglasses out of her jacket pocket. "Humph. Too hot." Cassandra stretched out her foot and plonked it on the steering wheel while she wormed her way out of her jacket. "Look Charlie, we have to get back to the bunker as fast as this baby can go. Crowley's working with Lucy." Cassandra waved away Charlie's shocked look and how-the-hell-can-you-possibly-know-that expression. "It is not of import. Anyway, when we get back to the boys, we have to Crowls-proof the entire place. He is dangerous and I know that better than anyone." Cassandra slammed her foot on the accelerator and they shot forward.

"Remind me, never take a bloody great dog on a road trip across America at light bloody speed." Cassandra kicked open the door of the Cadillac and ran a hand through her through the trip Fred had tried to jump out of the car, which led to Charlie climbing into the back seat and almost falling out of the window. Cassandra slammed a kick into the bunker door. "Open up boys!" she yelled, kicking the door over and over, making large foot-shaped dents. There was the sound of a bolt sliding across metal and Sam peeked out. "Come in." Cassandra stomped in, followed by Fred and Charlie. She stalked into the living room and flopped onto the couch. Castiel walked in to find Cassandra staring daggers at he ceiling, Fred chewing a shoe and Sam and Charlie discussing Star Trek. "Oh good you're back. Where's Dean?"

"Aloha." Dean stuck his in the doorway. "Anyone for a beer?" Every non-dog/Castiel put their hands in the air like they just didn't care and got a beer thrown at them. Only Charlie missed hers and it shattered on the cold floor. "Whoops." Charlie muttered. "Anyway. You guys got any ideas concerning the uh, Crowley predicament?" Charlie sat on the arm of the couch.

"What predicament? Its all good isn't it?" Castiel asked, his head cocked. Cassandra sighed and whistled at Fred, who jumped on her chest and fell asleep in under three seconds.

"Crowley's working with Lucy." Cassandra arched up off the couch and yanked an angel blade out from under her. "So that's what was poking me. Anyway, I can't get through to Gabe. We're doomed. But then again, when are we not?" Dean snorted. "No, we don't have a plan." Dean took a swig from his bottle. "There is actually no way I know of that will successfully stop Lucifer. For once, we don't even have a sliver of hope because Lucifer will've learned. The last we got him down it was all A ok. Not this time."

Cassandra groaned and put her hands to her head. "Ow. Ow. OW!" she curled up in a ball and almost fell off the couch. Her eyes glowed and she stood up. "History." Cassandra's voice sounded like thousands of different people speaking in unison. "History will repeat itself. The worst will be the best and best will be the worst and Heaven, Hell and Earth will fall." Her body went limp and she collapsed. After three seconds of silence, she blinked and sat up. She noticed Charlie, Sam, Dean and Castiel's confused looks and finally caught on. "Oh. Did I go all 'Prophet of God' again?" she asked, making air quotes.

"Yes. You said 'History will repeat itself. The worst will be the best and the best will be the worst and Heaven, Hell and Earth will fall." Castiel walked over to her. "Are you okay?" he whispered. Cassandra nodded.

"Well personally I think that is absolute bull. History doesn't repeat itself." Dean walked off, followed by Sam and Charlie, leaving Castiel and Cassandra alone.

"No-one ever believes me. I have never hated Apollo more. Curse those bloody Pagan gods." Castiel sat down next to her.

"I do not think all of creation falling is possible." He said.

"Alright that's it." Cassandra got up off the couch and stretched out her wings. "I'm going home. Home. Not Florida." She turned on her heel, snapped her fingers and was gone.

"Phew. Haven't been back for a while." Cassandra smoothed out her t-shirt and over to a suited angel who had her back turned. "Hey, you know where I can find Dad?" she asked. The angel turned around and smiled, her cold blue eyes shining, her neat brown hair and grey suit all too familiar. "Hello Cassandra. My my, it has been a very long time hasn't it. Do you remember running while Castiel stayed? Well, you're here now." The angel shrugged.

Ooh! Not hard to guess who the mystery angel is!