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I’ve never been a big fan of God. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve given God more chances than a love-stricken girl gives her shitty on again/off again boyfriend, but I’m just not able to be convinced in his so-called mercy or love for humans. Most people in The Lifestyle know to find faith or get out, but I found out that monsters are real and don’t just exist under the bed so I vowed to not sit by and do nothing. After my first encounter with a vampire in my late teens that killed my parents and taking it down on my own on chance, I took to the hills with my car, an arsenal of gathered essentials from the months of research I did, and what little money I had saved. Abandoning my plans for college and going town by town, I took on whatever monsters and big bads I could. Occasionally assisting other hunters on their cases in exchange for supplies and a place to stay.
It’s become easy to take on anything I come across, building more strength and skill with every ghost, werewolf, vampire and everything in between I encounter. Except demons. After almost getting killed from a failed exorcism, I learned the truth. Only the faithful can exorcize. So I avoid demons for the fact that they are the only monster I can’t take on alone. When I suspect demonic bastards are the terrors on a case, I usually call the hunters from the next town or two over to help me or give them a lead before moving on.
So on my next case, when I ran into a house vacated by its previous owners, I suspected it was infested with a run-of-the-mill creature that I prepared to investigate. However, I wasn’t prepared to find a demon there, holding the Winchesters against the wall with its invisible power. I hid next to the doorway using a small mirror in my pocket to watch the scene. It took everything in me to not turn and run, but I knew these boys. Every hunter across the country knew who they were and if I didn’t help them, especially when I’ve been wanting them on my side, the guilt would wreck me and I wouldn’t get what I needed. Using the iron knife I had hidden in my boot, I prepared to run in with a fight behind my step, not knowing exactly how I would take down the bitch. Before I even take a step from behind the corner, the demon stops me in my tracks, turning around and asking who is there, sensing my presence. Fuck.
“Now, now, stop lurking behind walls and eavesdropping, it’s rude.” It said in the voice of the woman it was possessing. I take a step out, now leaning against the wall concealing the weapon I’m holding.
“Oh c’mon now, you know I couldn’t pass up on this fun. Seeing you was at the top of my to-do list today, babe.” I snarl out with as much hate I can muster behind my wavering voice. It smiles evilly when it sees my face, speaking my name, unexpectedly knowingly.
“You’re a hard woman to track down, you know. We’ve been looking everywhere for the so-called faithless hunter. What a paradox!” It cackles on the last sentence. “Do you know how easy it will be to kill you now? You and the Winchesters in one day! I’d imagine the boss downstairs will even start praising God when He hears of this.”
“You know, that would be really easy for you. But before that, do me a favor…” I say smirking and shooting a quick look at the brothers, before revealing the sharpened iron in my hand. “Hold this for me.” I throw it and it sinks deep into her arm. As she screams and tries to pull it out, the Winchesters drop from the wall and I see Dean pick up his demon-killing knife from the floor, the one I’ve coveted ever since I was made aware of its existence, and come up quickly and slit her throat. Her body drops and I walk towards the body, leaning down to grip my own knife from her arm, pulling it out swiftly. I wiped the blood on it on the side of my pants and stuck it in my pocket. I look up at them, seeing them looking at me wildly. Repeating my name in unison, like the demon before, but with more bewilderment.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Dean asks in an ever-present pointed tone. I look at him, slightly offended at his tone.
“Oh, sorry for imposing on your case, I guess...” My voice trails off, not knowing how else to respond. I knew they work on their own with the occasional help from Bobby Singer, the gruff hunter with a hidden heart of gold that I’ve run into a few times, but I didn’t expect Dean to be so rude, considering I just helped them.
“I think what Dean meant to say,” Sam emphasizes with a small glare at Dean, “was we’re just shocked to see you. You’re kind of well-known for your, um, unique hunting style and that was a risky move coming in on a demon case without backup.” Sam says in a serious yet soft voice.
“What? A girl can’t make a mistake?” I ask with a small chuckle, “I didn’t know it would be a demon. I thought it was something else, the signs weren’t as clear as I thought. I’m just glad I got here when I did.” I smile at Dean hoping to clear the air.
Dean clears his throat before beginning “Well, I guess we can finally agree with a demon, we’ve been looking for you too.” I raise my eyebrows at him, silently asking him to continue “You’re a hell of a hunter, I think you’ve taken more monsters down than we have considering you don’t deal with these sons of bitches.” He pauses and looks down at the demon and kicks it lightly with the last part of his sentence.
“Thanks but why exactly have you been looking for me?” I ask. Before he answers, I suddenly see a man appear behind the boys, they turn around and look at him unalarmed before looking back at me. I grab my knife out of my pocket preparing to throw it at him like previously, expecting him to be another demon, he doesn’t even flinch before Dean takes a step forward towards me and grabs my wrist.
“Woah, woah. Hey, it’s okay. That’s just Cass, he doesn’t bite. He’s our friend.” I look at Dean again, registering his words, and he gives a small squeeze to my wrist, I lower my arm before looking at the angel. He tilts his head and squints, I realize I’ve unconsciously been making the same face at him.
“Oh, yes. Cass, like Castiel… As in, the angel? The friend from up on high?” I ask
“Yes. I’m an angel of the Lord. And their friend, I suppose.” Castiel says monotonically.
“Thanks Sherlock, but she obviously knows who you are.” Dean says looking at him, before turning his eyes on me again, “Wait, how do you know who he is?”
“I’m not the only person in this room who has heard of one another. I know who you both are, who all of you are.” I say still looking at the angel. “And I’ve been looking for you guys too.”