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CROSSROADS	By : Mystic75 Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Supernatural or any of the characters from the show. I own the OFC only I am not making money from this work. WARING! CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF RAPE AND VIOLENCE!

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"Cassie?", Sam whispered. "CASSIE!" Sam shook her, trying to rouse her. He placed 2 fingers on her neck, trying to feel a pulse. There was none. Sam's face contorted in grief and he hugged Cassie tightly to his chest, burying his face in her hair. He wailed out his despair, rocking back and forth.
"SAM?", Dean shouted as he ran back into the room. He stopped short when he saw Sam sitting on the floor with Cassie lying, unmoving, in his arms. Sam was sobbing, cradling her limp body close to his chest. Dean just stood there in shock with his mouth hanging open. She couldn't be dead! Not after everything they had gone through to save her! Not after everything she went through with that Son-of-a-Bitch, Crowley! Dean's gaze shifted and he saw Crowley laying in a heap, staring up at the ceiling.
He walked over to where Sam was sitting and knelt down, laying his hand on his brother's shoulder. He didn't say a word. He just let his brother grieve. He couldn't help but wonder what had happened. He looked down at Cassie and saw the very bottom of the spear sticking out of her chest. How had that happened? He was too afraid to ask. As if Sam had read Dean's mind, he began to speak.
"She sacrificed herself for me, Dean!", Sam blurted out. "Crowley said if I killed myself, he would let her go. I was gonna do it, Dean! I was desperate to save her! But She drove the spear through her own chest and into his to save me!" Sam was screaming now. "SHE DIED FOR ME, DEAN! FOR ME!" Sam buried his face in her chest. "Please...not for me", Sam whispered.
"DEAN!", a voice shouted from the doorway. Dean stood up quickly and turned toward the voice. Cas stood just outside the door, panting. He was disheveled and his face was pale. "Bring her to me". Sam's head shot up and he looked with shock at the angel. His despair melted into hope in an instant. Dean knelt down and tried to take Cassie from Sam's arms, but Sam wouldn't let her go. Sam struggled to get up with Cassie's body cradled in his arms. He stood up on wobbling legs and carried her out of the room. When they were all standing in the hallway, surrounded by dead demons, Sam spoke.
"Take us home, Cas", Sam whispered. Cas laid a hand on each of the Winchester's shoulders and disappeared. They re-appeared in Cassie's room and Sam laid her down on her bed gently, covering her with the comforter. "Can you save her Cas? PLEASE SAVE HER!", Sam begged.
"I will try Sam", Cas said quietly. "We need to get that spear out of her chest first". Cas laid a hand on her chest, just below where it met her neck. And grabbed the metal that was sticking out of her skin. It slide out with a sickening scraping sound, like the spear had been lodged between her ribs and was scraping against them on it's way back out. Cas dropped the spear on the floor and laid his hand on her head while keeping the other on her chest. His hands began to glow white and he narrowed his eyes like he was concentrating hard. When the light faded, Cas crumpled to the floor and Dean grabbed his shoulders and sat him up.
"CAS!", Dean yelled. "Are you alright?" Cas breathed hard and shook the dizziness from his head and then nodded up at Dean. The fight with the demon's had weakened him and now he was spent. He would need time to gain his strength back. Dean helped him to his feet and sat him at the foot of Cassie's bed. They all looked back over to the unmoving woman. Sam reached down with trembling fingers and checked for a pulse. He started to pant as he spoke.
"I FEEL A PULSE!", Sam blurted. "IT'S WEAK, BUT IT'S THERE!" Sam sat down on the bed next to her. "Cassie? Can you her me Baby?" Her chest slowly rose and fell but there was no response. "Cassie!" Still nothing. "CAS! WHY WON'T SHE WAKE UP?!" Cas looked at Sam with tired eyes, sweat running down his face. He panted heavily as he spoke.
"She was dead too long", Cas said. "Her brain will take longer to recover from this. Give her time". Sam grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. He leaned down and kissed her forehead lightly. Sam watched over her, silently keeping vigil. He thought he would go mad waiting for something, anything to happen. Dean took Cas to a spare bedroom so he could rest. He brought Sam a sandwich and a beer. It sat on the bedside table untouched. Dean was worried for his brother. He refused to sleep, afraid he wouldn't be there when she woke up. Worst of all, he feared that if he left, her condition would get worse and she would die, even though Cas said that her brain just need time to recover. Dean kept bringing him food that always ended up in the trash can several hours later. After 2 days of no rest and no food, Dean finally put his foot down.
"Sam if you don't eat something and get some sleep, We'll be burying you!", Dean barked at the younger Winchester. Sam just blinked at him with blurry eyes. "Do want me to have to tell her when she wakes up that you died because you were an idiot?" Dean grabbed the plate off the night stand and slammed it down in Sam's lap. Potato chips flew everywhere. "EAT!", Dean bellowed. "OR I WILL FEED YOU!" Sam grabbed one of the few chips left on his plate and forced himself to eat it. Eating was the last thing he felt like doing. But it looked like Dean wasn't going to back down. He looked up at his brother and Dean glared back at him with his arms folded across his chest. Sam picked up the burger that Dean had made and took a bite. He had to admit that it was really good. He took another bite and then another. Before he even realized it, the burger and all the chips(even the ones that flew all over the bed) were gone.
"Thanks Dean", Sam said with his head lowered. "I'm sorry I've been such an idiot lately". Dean sat down next to him on the bed and looked over at Cassie. He felt for his brother. He needed her and she needed him. Sam needed love. And not the brotherly kind. He knew that Sam wasn't like him. Sam couldn't have meaningless sex like he did. When Sam was with a woman, he gave everything to her. Not just one night. When Sam fell, he fell hard!
"Look, Sam", Dean said. "I know how much she means to you. I do! But you gotta think about you too". Sam looked over at Cassie and his face contorted again into that familiar look of grief. Dean had seen it a lot in the past few days. "Because if you don't take care of you, how can you possibly take care of her?" Sam looked at his older brother and nodded. He had to keep a clear head for Cassie and he couldn't do that if he was a zombie due to lack of sleep. "Go to bed Sam. I'll watch over her. I promise I'll wake you if there's any change, OK? Sam wobbled as he stood up. He walked to the door and paused with his hand on the doorknob. He looked back at the unconscious woman lying there and then over at Dean.
"Thanks Dean", Sam whispered. "For everything". Dean smiled at his brother and nodded. Sam turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. When he got to his room, he flopped down on the bed and passed out without even taking off his boots. Exhaustion took him down into unconsciousness almost instantly. He slept for nearly 18 hours before Dean came running into the room yelling his name. He shook Sam violently to wake him up. "WHA...? WHAT IS IT?!"
"IT'S CASSIE!"
I felt like I was being yanked backwards and falling. Endlessly falling but there was no air whizzing by me. It was just that feeling, ya know? I felt like I was falling forever. And then suddenly I stopped. There was no crash at the end. I could feel again! But it wasn't a good feeling. My whole body hurt like I had just ran a triathlon. I moaned and I could actually hear myself. I could hear another voice far away but it was very soft and muffled like my ears were full of cotton.
"CASSIE?!", a voice breathed. "OPEN YOUR EYES CASSIE!" I could feel something soft under me and something squeezing my hand. I tried to squeeze back, but it was so hard to move. But, slowly my muscles started to work again and I started to writhe around. I opened my eyes gingerly and everything was blurry, like I was under water. "Hi Baby!", that voice was louder now and it sounded familiar. Where did I know that voice? My mind was all foggy and I was having trouble thinking. I felt something warm and soft touch my cheek and I let out a shuddering breath. And then it all came back to me in a flood of memories. SAM! CROWLEY! DROWNING IN MY OWN BLOOD!
"Sam?", I croaked. "Sam, what happened? I was dying!" My hand flew up to my chest but the spear and the wound were gone. I sighed knowing that Cas must have had something to do with it. I looked down at the angel sitting at my feet and smiled at him. "Thank you Cas", I whispered. He just nodded at me with a slight smile. But then I thought about the twisted piece of scum that had put me in this position in the first place. I sat up quickly panting. "WHERE'S CROWLEY?!", I screamed. "HE"LL COME BACK FOR ME!" Sam grabbed me by the shoulders and gently pushed me back down on the bed.
"Crowley's dead, Cassie", Sam said. "You killed him". My eyes narrowed as I tried to remember what all had happened. When I drove the spear through myself, it must have stabbed Crowley as well. He was gone! It was finally over! I sobbed into my hands with relief. "Cassie? Are you alright?" I looked up at Sam's concerned face and nodded. I flung my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. I had never been so happy. Laughter didn't seem to be the right response. Happy tears just seemed right.
I WAS FREE!
THE END
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