"It's official. This sucks," Cassandra said as she sat on a bed at a nearby motel, "Man, something is up," she said leaning on her side with her head tilted on her arm, looking ridiculously delicious.

"So, I guess, you're taking that bed," Dean asked with a faraway look in his eyes.

"Uh….yeah."

"Well, then I'll take this one," Dean said tossing his duffel bag on the bed next to hers. Sam cleared his throat and gave Cassandra an awkward smile.

"Just wondering Cass, how old are you exactly," Dean askedd smiling mischievously at his brother.

"Nineteen. Why?"

"Just curious," Dean looked around the motel room. Thinking slightly at how strange it was to have another girl with the both of them. He had once thought that role was solely reserved for Bonnie, "I'm gonna' go for a drive. You two need something while I'm out?"

"No thanks. Today's excitement has kind of thrown off my appetite," Cass joked before flopping down on the bed and closing her eyes so that she didn't see the silent argument going on between the brothers.

Dean chuckled before grabbing his leather jacket and closing the door behind him. Sam was still standing, staring down at the young girl lying on the bed, noticing that her shirt had risen up a bit from her jeans exposing smooth sand colored skin stretched over a taut and shapely abdomen. He could see the peek of her navel and noted with surprise that it was pierced. Before he could get a leash on his gaze he saw her reach down and jerk her shirt down before piercing him with a look, "It's rude to stare Sam."

"Um…sorry. Didn't-."

"Relax. I was just messing," she smiled at him before sighing and sitting up. She ran her hand through her hair and winced as she came across a couple of tangles, "Look. About what I told you in the library."

"How'd you know?"

"Angel. Remember."

"So they know?"

"Of course they know. And they've told Dean that if he doesn't stop you from doing what you're doing-they're going to take on that particular job for him."

"What is that supposed to mean," he asked a shred of fear running through his body as his eyebrows rose, stepping closer towards her, leaning slightly. She stood up and took a stance in front of him.

"It means exactly what it sounds like. Don't trust what belongs in the pit Sammy boy."

"But I'm helping people!"

"Helping people? Are you serious? Just because Ruby fed you a fucking sob story about how she wishes she hadn't done what she did you're just going to believe she's all game with betraying all the forces of evil? Yeah the fuck right! She's a demon! And they lie Sam! I'm not even going to begin to try to understand this relationship the two of you have but I know there's nothing good that can come out of it."

He caught her off guard before grabbing her around the waist and ramming her into the wall. Her head banged against the paneling. This has happened way too many times since I met these guys. He was breathing heavy, hard, the rush and the need for a little bit of demon blood probably not helping.

"What the hell do you know Cassandra. I should just trust you because of what exactly? Why? Tell me why," he shouted at her, pinning her wrist above her head.

"Enough of this shit," she suddenly spat out before head butting him. She fought her wrists free and kicked him back, hard, so that he stumbled back-would've fallen if he hadn't caught himself. Then she brought her fist up and landed a right hook square in the jaw. And then he hit her back.

The both of them weren't exactly sure what happened after he landed that first punch and before he ended up on top of her, pinning her down, a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, breathing hard. Cass was breathing just as hard her chest rising and falling rapidly, breast pushing against Sam's firm chest. And before he could stop himself and think about the consequences of his actions he kissed her. Hard. Far from gentle, a bit of blood spattering on her tongue. It was the adrenaline. Has to be. At least that's what they kept telling themselves as they kept kissing, biting, groaning.

Cass tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head and nails latching into his back as they kept kissing. Kissing as hard as both of them possible could. Angry. High off the fight. Not the best time for this were her broken thoughts. But when he pulled her own shirt off, lifted her bra up, and grabbed onto a nipple with his lips she could barely think anymore. All she could think about was getting his belt undone and his pants off and his cock inside of her and his attention to her breasts were making that quite difficult. So he sat up and undid his jeans himself as she did the same, him yanking her pants and underwear off-tossing them in some direction. He moved a bit before pushing himself inside of her and thrusting. It was almost violent, the way they were moving against each other. And his hand was pressed hard against her side, pushing into her skin. He bit into her neck soliciting a cry from her mouth. She grabbed his hand and brought it up to her throat, wrapping his fingers around her and pressing hard. She shook. The hand that had been holding her moved down to her clit and teased, flicking the little nub that held so much sensation. She was so wet now. Almost embarrassingly so. And when she felt her climax coming she moved his hand away from her throat and tossed her head back, eyes rolling, and screamed, "Fuck!"

Her climax drew his own from him. As he came a single thought pressed into his mind-I didn't use a condom.

"Okay so let me get this straight. Not only does some big bad vampire who no one has seen in like 600 years want to kill us," Caroline asked.

"But the apocalypse is coming unless Bonnie's ex-boyfriend-who was pulled out of hell by an angel- stops it so Bonnie can give birth to a pair of mystical twins who can restore the souls of the punished and damned to heaven," Tyler finished.

"Yeah that just about sums it up," Damon joked, tossing back some whiskey.

"So what are we going to do," Caroline asked, looking afraid.

"Go to Vegas," Alaric said, snorting.

Bonnie looked around. Elena. Stefan. Caroline. Tyler. Alaric. Jeremy. Damon. Her friends and everyone who was important in her life. They were all going to come together. To save the world. If she had known this a year ago-never in a billion years would she have believed it. Certainly her life, her reality, was riddled with what she had once called fiction.

"Guys, let's leave the apocalypse to Dean and Sam," Bonnie suggested, sparing Damon a look. He clenched his jaw but he didn't look like he wanted to eat something, "right now, I think we should focus on killing Klaus."

"So what do we know about The Originals," Alaric asked, finger flicking across a ring that had once belonged to Jonathan Gilbert. Who was pestering him to return it.

"Actually, nothing. We pretty much just learned of their existence a couple of months ago," Stefan offered.

"Great," came Tyler's voice.

"You guys are pathetic," came a sultry voice from the doorway. They all turned to see Katherine, dressed in Elena's clothes, looking…healthy.

"What the fuck are you doing here," Damon asked nonchalantly but his face twisting into that expression of disgust, heartbreak, and general annoyance.