After the discussion of the night, The Doctor, Sherlock and John trying to pry whatever Libby was hiding from them, the gang turned in. Libby had a bomb shelter in her basement with at least 8 mattresses inside, running water, a pretty decent food supply, and electrical wiring. Dean and Sam subsided on the ground, Cas following their lead and plopped a mattress right next to Dean in the far corner by the sink.
The Doctor refused to be on the ground and took one of the two bunks available. Sherlock following suit, shuffled on the top bunk, to the left of the surprisingly spacious room. John didn't mind such pickiness and squirmed on his mattress on the floor in the middle-left of the bunker.
Cassie and Libby resumed upstairs and Cassie almost fainted, running up the stairs.
There was a loud thud as her butt came in contact with the fifth to last step. Libby swerved around to hold her, and see if she was OK.
"Cas? Cassie?" She worried, picking her up. Cassie stood wearily and walked alongside Libby.
A little more calmly now, Libby asked, "What the hell?"
Cassie waved her off haphazardly and wobbled to their bedroom, a little lightheaded. She found herself digging through her school bag looking for her pills. She popped one in and swallowed the half glass of water that was on the desk.
Cassie sat on the bed, undoing her boots and getting ready for bed. Libby was at her dresser, picking out her pajamas. When the two were ready for bed they crept down the stairs, Cassie watching her step, and they checked the doors. They locked them, checked the salted tubes embedded in the flooring, made sure the holy water and salt were where they're supposed to be and if they're full. Then they skipped up to bed and brushed their teeth and such.
While Libby was running her brush's teeth through her auburn hair, she stopped dead, running out of her thoughts she voiced them to Cassie, who was on the bed petting Sherlock the cat.
"Cas..." She whispered, "When you faint, or when you have one of those attacks... you have a trigger." Cassie stared at her speechless, "What triggered you?"
Cassie scratched the back of her neck, nervously. She looked at her friend slightly, then trailed them down to her bag.
"It's dumb..." Was what was mumbled. All she received was a bitchface saying I'm-not-buying-that-bullshit.
"Well, this has been a very... eventful day, right?" Libby nodded at the question, "And we've been so wrapped up in this hunt and the five men downstairs that we've neglected the fact..." She trailed off a bit, looking out the balcony window.
"Cassie." Libby watched her quizzically. She snapped her fingers to regain her friends attention.
Cassie looked back with death in her eyes. They were hiding behind blue irises. Anyone would normally dismiss that look as sad. Libby? She saw it, the emotion. The dead statue that was portrayed in front of her. Libby saw the sluggish state of her shoulders, her weak and careless posture, the limpness in her legs. Libby has seen this state of her best friend before. Normally after a hunt or just a regular day of the week. Cassie normally is in this position leaning against a door way, sitting on that bed in that exact spot, in the back of Garth's car where Libby looks in the rear view mirror to see such a disheveled being. She knows this state so well, like the back of her hand, like the trap doors in her house, like the demon proofing that literally is the house.Libby knows this look.
"No..." She whispered at the realization.
"We have school tomorrow." Cassie monotoned.