By the time they got to their hotel around thirty minutes later, Casey had stopped crying. She was silent, the adrenaline in her system finally starting to wear off. She was tired, exhausted even, but she had no desire to go to sleep.

Dean shook her good shoulder the slightest bit.

"We're here, baby girl," he said sweetly. "Let's get out of the car and get you fixed up, okay?"

She nodded.

Dean scooped her up and carried her out of the car and into the motel room. He set her down on one of the beds and started to gently examine her shoulder.

"Yeah, this bad boy's been popped out of its socket," he said. "We need to pop it back in. Sam?"

Sam came in with the first aid kit and dropped it on the bed before positioning his hands to pop Casey's shoulder back into place. Dean held her other hand, knowing how badly this was going to hurt.

"Alright, on three. One-" Sam pushed and popped her shoulder into place once more.

She shrieked in pain, squeezing Dean's hand, hard. Tears started leaking out of her eyes once more.

Dean hugged her again. "That's the worst bit," he said. "Everything here on out is cupcakes and rainbows, I promise."

She was taking deep breaths to try and calm herself back down again, but it wasn't working very well.

"Try not to move your shoulder," Sam advised. "It's gonna take a few weeks for it to fully heal. Until then, it'll be really easy to pop it out again. I'm gonna see if I can find the sling that Dean used when he dislocated his shoulder."

"Do we have any pain meds?" Dean asked, watching Sam rummage around in the first aid kit.

"Yeah, we've got ibuprofen-"

"I would advise against giving her ibuprofen," Cas spoke up.

Sam looked at him. "Why?"

"She has a minor concussion. Ibuprofen can increase the risk of internal bleeding. I would suggest acetaminophen, if available."

"Aceto-what now?" Dean asked, confused.

"Tylenol," Sam explained, holding up a bottle of the small white pills.

"Anything else we should know, Cas?" Dean questioned.

"Casey should be monitored for the next 24 hours so as to notice any change in her condition. If she decides to sleep, she should be woken periodically to make sure that she can still be awoken. Otherwise, the rest of her injuries consist of bruised ribs, a black eye, and multiple bruises and scrapes."

Dean clenched his fist at the thought of what his tough as nails little sister had gone through that night. He'd seen her cry before, but never like this. She preferred to let out her emotions behind closed doors, not in front of them. For her to break down like this meant she had endured some serious mental and emotional trauma.

"Dean?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"What did you do to them?"

Dean planted a kiss on her forehead. "Let's just say that they won't be doing this to anyone else ever again."

She understood the meaning behind his answer. "Okay."

Sam was sitting on the other side of her on the bed, putting her arm in a sling.

"Do you wanna talk about what happened? It might make you feel better," he offered.

She sniffed and nodded. "I wanna Goblet of Fire this thing so I never have to talk about it again."

Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam, who shook his head and mouthed 'I'll explain later'.

"It was an okay date," she started. "We went bowling and then we got ice cream. I actually had a lot of fun. But then, when we were eating our ice cream, he started insinuating that he wanted to go back to his place. I told him no, but he wouldn't take that for an answer. Then he told me to get up and walk to his car or he would take out his gun and shoot up the ice cream parlor. There were kids in there. I wasn't gonna put them in danger, so I did what he asked."

"Then what happened?" Dean prompted.

"He drove all the way to his house. I was trying to send a message to you guys through Cas the entire ride there."

"I received your message. We followed your instructions and drove to the man's place of residence," Cas cut in.

"When we got there, I bolted out of the car and into the woods. I just kept running and running as fast as I could until I couldn't run anymore, so then I crawled into a bush to hide. That's how I got all these scratches."

She showed them the multiple shallow cuts and scrapes the branches had given her. "He found me and yanked me out of the bushes. Then he roughed me up for running away."

Casey was starting to cry again. "Then he told me the fun part was about to begin. Before he could do anything, you guys showed up."

Dean shushed her gently before looking up at Sam.

Sam just shook his head. "Let's get these cuts cleaned up and then you can change your clothes. How does that sound?"

"Good."

Sam patiently cleaned each and every scrape on her arms and legs, making sure there were no wood splinters in any of them, before bandaging them up. By the time he finished, Casey was half asleep, leaning on Dean for support.

"Okay! All done," Sam announced, packing up the kit. He handed the Tylenol bottle to Dean, who opened it and took out a couple of pills.

"Here Casey, take these. Then you can go to bed, okay?"

She took a deep breath in before nodding and sitting up. She popped the pills into her mouth and swallowed them with the water bottle Sam handed her.

Cas walked over to her.

"Will you permit me to help you fall asleep?" he asked.

She nodded. Cas placed his fingers on her forehead and she slumped into Dean, completely asleep.

"We'll need to wake her every few hours to check her memory from the concussion, but she shouldn't have any dreams while she's asleep," Cas explained to Dean.

Dean nodded, gesturing to Sam to pull the sheets back. "Thanks, Cas."

He maneuvered Casey so she was laying down in bed then tucked the sheets around her, dropping a kiss on her forehead.

"Well that was an adventure," Sam stated drily.

Dean just shook his head. "More like a nightmare. I dunno that I'll be able to sleep after that."

"Then you can be the one that wakes Casey up every few hours," Sam said. "You may not want to sleep, but I'm exhausted."

Dean sat down on Casey's bed, reclining against the headboard. His hand made it's way to her shoulder, brushing his thumb back and forth across it absentmindedly.

"It's not your fault," Castiel said from the opposite bed. "So do not blame yourself."

Dean nodded, not really listening but getting the gist anyway. He still felt terrible that Casey had gone through what she did. He knew logically that none of it was his fault, but that didn't stop him from feeling horrible anyway.

Casey turned in her sleep so she was facing Dean. Her arm found his leg and gripped it tight. He chuckled.

"After all these years, you still prefer sleeping in my bed instead of your own," he said softly, running a hand through her hair. Sometimes, when he looked at her, he could still see that scared six-year-old girl that wore his t-shirts to bed and wouldn't let him out of her sight. Then he'd blink and she'd shift back into the beautiful nineteen-year-old that she was now. She'd grown so much in more ways than one. She'd gone from a little girl afraid of her own shadow to a strong young woman who could face almost anything head on. Dean couldn't be more proud of her.

"She gonna be okay, you think?" Sam asked, bringing Dean out of his thoughts.

Dean nodded. "Yeah. I think she'll be okay."