AN: I do not own the boys or anybody that is familiar in this story. The belong to Eric. R&R.

Chapter 3

It was almost three the next time they woke up. Dean was the first up and this time he actually made it off the bed, but not for long, the pain that shot through his knee was still too much even for the mask that he wore that covered his real emotions. He refused to give up as he grabbed onto the nightstand, then the dresser, then the wall until he made it to her bedroom's bathroom. Once inside trying to take a shower was a different story. He tried his damndest, but after five minutes he knew he couldn't bend his knee to get inside the shower. That was the moment that it hit him that he was truly what the demon had told him he was in more or less words, a loser that nobody wanted to be around.

Cassie got up to find Dean gone. She did notice the bathroom lights were on. "Dean," she said going inside to find him standing and watching the shower like he could magically get himself inside if he stared hard enough at it, "I got a walk in shower in the hall that doesn't require bending your knee so drastically," she said, "It's a lot bigger than this one and I'm sure you'd love it. What you say we both go use that one?" she offered as she stood behind him, "I know I want to be near you."

"Why," he asked.

Cassie turned him slowly to look at her. His eyes were sad, nothing playful revealed itself for once. She wasn't sure how to express what she felt for him when he was in such a state.

"Dean what's wrong, please baby just tell me, why are you so sad and lost?" she asked him. Is it because of your dad's death? It's okay to be sad, Dean, I'm still sad that my dad's dead.

Dean looked at her before leaving the bathroom, "It's not because of him," he said almost in a whisper that she barley caught.

"Then tell me what the problem is?" Cassie asked him.

"It's that everybody keeps asking me if I'm okay," Dean said, but his eyes betrayed him and before he could think of what to do Cassie was beside him giving him a hug.

"Don't care what you tell your brother, or what you tell Bobby, I know you're in pain Dean, and it's not just physical, it's emotionally and it's mental too," she said.

Dean wanted so badly to resist it, but it felt so good to be held, it had been a long time that he'd felt this kind of love. The women in the bars or motel rooms 

didn't count; they were just sex, plain and simple. Sam had told him when he was fifteen a way it was his way to find a mom or some shit that he'd resented and given his brother a black eye for saying. However this was more and he knew that just by holding her that he was safe and nothing would hurt him as long as she held him.

But he still protested one last time, "I said I'm okay so leave me the fuck alone," he said, which in return got him a slap to the face.

"You come to my house and pass out on the front porch and ask me to help you now you tell me to leave you the fuck alone, which I will not do, and then you're seriously needing some help Dean. Go lay your ass on that bed and do not move a muscle till I come back. If you do and I'll handcuff you for sure. The cuffs won't be so we can have a good time, you got me?" Cassie told him as he rubbed his jaw. She hadn't meant to hurt him but she needed to get his attention, proper.

Dean eyed her as she stood in front of him.

"You got every right to slap me," Dean told her sitting on the bed, "Cassie I've betrayed you so many times, I've betrayed the love we have, I wish I could do things different," he said, "I want to try and have a family with you, but I keep pushing you away," he said.

"Then tell me what is wrong and stop acting like nothing is the matter," she said sitting down beside him.

She touched his face where her handprint was and wished she hadn't hurt him. His whole body was one big sore spot already. She looked in his eyes and knew he understood she had been hurt by his works.

"Hold that thought let me get you some ice," she said before she ran to the kitchen for the ice pack. She was gone for only about a minute then she returned to give it to him. Dean smiled to himself; she was so considerate he couldn't figure how he ended up with her in his life at times.

"Carry on," she said on her return.

"I'm having nightmares," he confessed looking at her with unshed tears in his eyes, "In one of them, Dad couldn't stop it so I died," he continued before he put the ice pack on his face with one hand and groaned, "I watch myself slid to the floor dead and then he kills Sammy. In the latest one, dad was already dead and they were using his body and the demon didn't care about Sam anymore and he killed me in front him just to see what would happen, that's when I wake up," Dean said looking at the wall before turning to face Cassie.

"I'm sorry baby," she told him, "What can I do to help you?" she asked.



"I don't know, I haven't slept more than two hours a night or day," Dean said as he got up and paced the room limping as he did so.

Cassie watched him as she inwardly worried that he would leave her place to do something stupid. Maybe she should have let Sam come to get him, she thought.

"I'll go make us some food and then we can talk more."

"NO, I don't want food, I'm not hungry Cassie, all I want to do is go kill that thing and let this be over," he yelled before he put his fist through the wall. The wall gave way and his hand a large hole in the wall. Cassie stood up and went to him hugging him from behind, but she was pushed away, "Stop hugging me, just stop, I don't want to be touched."

She knew better but she had allowed herself to get a bit too motherly, Dean hated that, she had to get away from him till he calmed down.

Cassie left the room going into her bathroom with a slam of the door once inside fell down crying. She couldn't take this, but she was the only one that could put Dean back together, she knew that the anger would get the best of him, but she just prayed he wouldn't take it out on her, even though she didn't believe he would ever do that. She had hoped her love would be enough. She tried to calm herself she didn't want Dean to hear her crying. He would be concerned and she didn't want him to leave with the thought that he wasn't good for her.

Dean slid down the door on the opposite side and spoke to her, "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean that, I love you hugging me, I never meant to take it out on you, please come back out," he pleaded.

"NO," Cassie said and Dean knew she was crying or had been crying, "I need a shower anyways and you need to eat," she said

"I'm sorry I made you cry, I'm screwed up Cas, and I am sorry about your wall," he said, "I need help, I'm worthless," he said leaning against the door.

Cassie reached up and opened the door watching Dean fall into the bathroom before she slid next to him, "You're not worthless, Dean so stop saying that," she said yet again, "I know it's hard, but I'm going to help you, you just have to stop lashing out at me."

"I can't do anything Cassie, I'm so banged up that I can't hunt for a while, so how am I supposed to do this?" he asked

"I'll tell you how," Cassie said, "First we should get some clothes on, then you come with me down stairs and we eat, then second, you take those pills, and third you stop believing what that fucking demon told you because Dean, you are not worthless and I know that for certain." she said before claiming his mouth.

Dean couldn't resist and pulled her to him pushing his tongue into her now 

open mouth and battling her tongue with his. The kiss went on for few minutes before Cassie pulled away for air, "now come on," Dean said getting up, "Can you make me my favorite?"

"And what is that?" she asked.

"Spaghetti," Dean said before Cassie grabbed his jeans then helped him to put them on.

AN: Dean's not out of the clear yet, remember, he did smash his baby up at the end of Everybody Loves A Clown in season 2. R&R