Hello, everyone. Some of you may know a recent sensitive topic was broached by Misha Collins regarding the spelling of Cass or Cas.

I would like to explain the reason I chose the double S spelling is because I came upon the show on Netflix and the captions have always spelled it as "Cass", therefore, it became what I used. It wasn't until I started reading other fanfictions that I realized most of the fandom preferred "Cas" instead. I, personally, am perfectly fine with either and I can get lost into the story with both.

However, I would like to apologize if the deviation has taken away from the purity of the fandom. It was not my intention. I hope any new readers will not feel deterred because of this. =)

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You shift your back slightly upwards, feeling sore from the uncomfortable arrangement of your limbs. Your hands are bound tight with rope, and the frayed edges are digging into your skin. The wooden pole you're tied to offers little comfort in your current predicament. With half-closed eyes, you survey your surroundings once again.

The warehouse you're captured in is dark. The lone bulb overhead tries its best to stretch the feeble light over the entirety of the space. The windows along the walls are boarded up, revealing nightfall through the cracks.

You look across the dirt ground to the three dead bodies that lay bloody and ravaged a few meters away. A trail of their blood leads your eyes back to your captors.

A group of eight men are positioned in various parts of the warehouse. One in particular, is standing at the center holding a large chalice dripping with crimson. Upon closer inspection, you can see their eyes are nothing but black, declaring their demonic origin. Over top, a window through the roof displays a full moon, casting an eerie glow over the lot.

"It's time for the next one." A demon standing in the corner walks up, tapping the watch on his wrist.

The man grasping the chalice nods. "Bring her up."

A whimper breaks out to your left. You watch silently as the young woman, tied just as you are, is yanked to her feet and pushed towards the ornate cup.

"Please, don't do this! I'll give you anything... Please!" She cries as she is dragged away.

The demon breathes out a laugh, exposing the knife at his belt. A dark grin pulls across his face.

You grit your teeth, tightening your muscles.

BOOM!

The front doors to the warehouse are kicked open, crashing to the floor. All attention pinpoints to the two individuals standing idly by the broken entrance. You try to make out their faces, but the light is hardly strong enough. Noticing the sudden movement of your captors, the intruders raise their weapons.

"Demons!" The taller of the two shouts out.

"Yeah, I can see that! About damn time!" The other man takes a cautious step into the room. "Howdy boys, heard there was a party and just had to come."

A feral snarl erupts from the center demon. "KILL THEM!"

All at once, the room is filled with discord. You pull free from the ropes and quickly scamper to the other side of the pole. You see the other girl struggle with her captor, doing her best to pull away from the man's knife. As he raises his hand to strike, another gunshot rings through the air. The hell-spawn howls in pain, dropping the knife and chalice with a clang. Thick streams of red spill from the cup and soak the floor.

"Intitem." You whisper.

The rope around the girl's wrist comes apart, falling to her feet. She stumbles back at her sudden freedom. Finding a wooden post for support, the girl quickly flees behind it. You are torn between the desire to help the girl and to stay hidden. When you notice none of your captors are currently paying attention to either of you, your eyes flicker back to the fray.

As the taller of the two intruders continues to incapacitate the surrounding enemies, the other would deliver the death-blow. With a deep grunt, the man plunges a dagger into his third victim. The demon stutters out a ragged cry as flashes of yellow beam beneath his skin, flickering out as he falls.

"Dean! They're trying to make a run for it!" The taller man punches back another opponent before flinging liquid from a silver canteen. There is a screech of pain when the substance touches flesh.

"Dammit, Sam! I'm moving as fast as I can!" The man named Dean rasps as he grapples with his fourth attacker.

You narrow your eyes at the chalice holding demon as he breaks for the entrance. Catching sight of the rake by the door and the rusting metal beam over top, you mutter another incantation. "Miras."

As the demon approaches the exit, a gust of wind blows inward. The rake knocks back, sending the man toppling. He drops the chalice. The bronze cup clinks and rolls behind him. With a growl, he tries to get up. The rusted beam above him cracks, catching the demon in a shriek just as it dives downward. His cry lasts only a second before the jagged edge pierces through the man's head, stopping inches past the back of his skull. The body crumbles.

The whole room is momentarily stunned by the sudden and abnormal death. Taking advantage of the situation, Dean hacks down another one of your captors. His ally moves just as quickly and splashes another round of fluid on the remaining two. The demons cry out, as if doused with acid. Weakened, Sam overtakes the demons, pinning them down as his comrade promptly finishes them off.

You watch the last kill with bated breath. All of the demon-possessed bodies are dead, leaving you and the terrified girl alone with these men. You inch back further from the light, wondering if it's about time you high-tailed it out of here.

"Did we stop it?" Dean asks between pants.

Sam glances to the frightened girl by the pole then to the bronze chalice lying by the entrance. "I think so."

Your ears catch a fluttering sound when a third person suddenly materializes in the room. You blink in surprise. This man, standing over the chalice, seems to have appeared out of thin air. He bends down to pick up the metal cup before examining it.

"You did well to stop this seal." His voice is unexpectedly gruff.

The two men jump.

"Dammit, Cass. We told you to quit doing that!" Dean shakes off his alarm and moves to wipe the blade over his sleeve. "And what the hell's with you constantly popping up behind us?"

Sam sighs, then looks to the female hostage in the corner. When she realizes she is suddenly the center of attention, she presses herself closer to the pole. Sam takes a step towards the girl.

"Please don't hurt me!"

The taller man quickly puts away his weapons and raises his hands as a gesture of non-violence. He takes another step. "It's okay. We're not here to hurt you. We're here to help."

The girl stares at him warily. A few moments of unease roll past before her shoulders begin to lower in relief. "Oh my God..." She stutters out, "Please, I just want to go home!"

Sam lightly touches the girl's shoulder, offering support. The young woman immediately collapses into him, gripping onto his jacket with feverish intensity. She starts wail.

"It's ok. It's all over now. We'll take you to a hospital. You'll be fine."

You study the way he consoles her, wondering if the man does this often.

"No, she won't."

The girl's sobs are choked mid-cry.

Dean shoots the third man a bewildered look. "Cass, what the hell are you talking about? We killed all the demons."

The man addressed shakes his head. "She's been bitten by a werewolf. If you let her back into society, more people will die." He pauses, something seems to catch his attention. The man starts to look around. When his face turns in your direction, you freeze. You know you're well hidden.

His actions seem to escape the notice of the other two.

Sam peers down at the young woman. "Is that true? Did you get bitten?"

The girl retracts her grip and steps back, clutching a bloody wound on her right forearm. A terrified look draws across her face. "Why? What does that mean? What's going to happen to me...?"

Unable to say anything, Sam's eyes darken.

"Aww, c'mon!" Dean throws out his hands in frustration. "Cass, can't you use your angel powers to reverse it or something?"

The man named Cass turns his attention back to the scene before him. Without warning, he strides towards the girl, raising his hand to her head. "If you are uncomfortable with the task, I can do it for you."

Eyes wide with horror, her voice dies to a whimper.

Ah hell! You curse in your mind. Letting go of your hiding spot, you jump into view. You make enough noise to attract the focus of everyone in the room, sending all three men on their guard. You watch with an irritated expression when the two boys finally lower their weapons.

The man named Dean gives you an odd look. "You're that other girl they caught." He looks to the spot where you were tied up moments ago. The place is now marked by only a bundle of broken ropes. "How'd you get out?"

You give a brief sigh, feeling indignant. Now that you're closer, you get a better view of the three men. The one who spoke is wearing a gray shirt with a navy jacket and jeans. There is a dark smudge on his left sleeve. His short dark hair is messy and smeared with dust. Standing next to him is the one called Sam. He looks even taller now that you're up close. His plaid collar shirt and jeans are ruffled and sprinkled with blood. Upon looking at his face, the man seems much younger than his friend, almost docile. His longer draping hair brings out an appearance of a calculated sensitivity.

"You guys are hunters, I'm guessing."

The two exchange looks.

"You know about hunters?" Dean asks you.

You ignore him and move on to the third man. You notice he's scrutinizing you at the same time. Unlike the other two, this one is dressed like an everyday citizen. White collar shirt and tie, dark suit, and beige trench coat. He cocks his head slightly to the side, and the weak light dances across his face. You catch the color of his pale blue eyes the instant the light refracts, filled with a brooding semblance.

You raise a skeptical eyebrow. "And apparently, one angel."

The second observation provokes a far more severe response.

"You know about angels too?" The man's voice is now darker, lurking with violent promises.

You cross your arms and scan their cautious expressions. "Angelic powers. That's what you said." You pick at your words, feeling out the risks of your position. You slide your gaze to the supposed angel. "I saw you zap outta nowhere."

The hunters exchange muted messages. The shorter of the two then shrugs. "Okay, so who are you?"

You unfold your arms and look past them at the still-terrified girl. "I guess you can say that I'm a hunter too. I originally wasn't going to get involved, but I would prefer if you guys didn't kill perfectly innocent people before exhausting all other options."

Dean makes funny face. "Hey, I don't wanna do this anymore than you do, but if you're a hunter, you should know. There's no cure for werewolves. If we let her go now, she's just gonna turn full Mr. Hyde the moment she falls asleep during the full moon. Then it's nothing but-all-you-can-eat human hearts buffet."

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you push past the three men towards the girl. "Thanks for the imagery, but contrary to popular belief, there is a cure. But only for freshly made werewolves who've yet to change form."

You touch the girl's arm gingerly and examine her face. "I'm going to need you to calm down. If your heart rate reaches a certain point, you may trigger your werewolf transformation." You bend down to your right leg and take out a syringe strapped to your calf. Moving to the inside of your jacket, you extract the needle before attaching the two.

"You're shitting me. There's an actual cure?" Dean seems genuinely surprised.

The taller man is less convinced. "How are you sure she's never turned before?"

You lift the syringe to the light and test its flow. "I saw her get bitten when I was brought in. They killed the werewolf immediately after." You nod towards the three mangled bodies in the corner. You direct your voice back to the girl. "I'm going to inject you with this, and it'll clear the werewolf virus out of your system. Other than a prick, you won't feel a thing." You wait for her permission.

The girl eyes the syringe with unease. After a long period of strained silence, you wonder if you have to provide further incentive. Before you speak, she acquiesces with a nod. Satisfied, you press the needle into her forearm and empty the contents into her veins. Sliding the metal beak out, you promptly step back to give her room.

"How do you feel?"

The girl passes her fingers over the prick on her arm.

The three men behind you watch with rapt attention.

"I feel..."

Crack.

A scream rips out as her body contorts in an unnatural angle. The two hunters lunge back when the woman falls, wailing and writhing on the ground. You feel a hand grab your shoulder, jerking you around to face the one named Dean.

"I thought you said she won't feel a thing!"

You glare at him and shrug off his hand. "I lied! Calm down! She'll be fine in a few hours. The werewolf virus inside her is fighting the cure. She wouldn't have accepted the serum so calmly if she knew how bad it was gonna hurt. The last thing we need is her turning due of hysteria."

The two hunters shift uncomfortably, unable to deliver a comeback.

"So she'll be completely human again?" Sam asks, his eyes glued to the convulsing girl. "No side effects?"

You shake your head. "None that I know of."

"And how many times have you done this?"

"She's the second."

The two men shoot you looks of exasperation.

You return their glares with one of your own. "If you haven't noticed, it's not exactly easy to find newly bit werewolves before they turn. They're usually clueless as to what happened, and they act perfectly human."

"It doesn't matter." The man in the trench coat interrupts. "If you are able to cure her, then this is a fortunate situation." He bends down and places two fingers to her forehead. Before you can stop him, a soft light glows from his fingertips.

Her screams are cut off, and the previous look of pain is now replaced with tranquil slumber.

"I've put her to sleep. This should ease the transition." The blue-eyed man stands back up, studying his handiwork.

You're taken aback. Given how primed he was to kill this girl just moments earlier, you're still feeling suspicious of his actions.

Dean makes an odd face of approval. "That's uh, strangely nice of you, Cass."

When you notice the so called angel is now back to scrutinizing you, you decide it's time to call it a day.

"Well." you say as you take a step toward the exit. "It was nice to meet you. I'm sure the girl will be fine in your capable hands. So, if you don't mind, I'm gonna go now." You turn swiftly, eager to leave.

"Wait, hang on-."

Before Sam can finish, the man in the trench coat suddenly appears in front of you. You skid to a stop, almost walking into him. Startled and unnerved by his unnatural abilities, you jump back. "What are you-?!"

"I can't let you go." There is a hint of urgency in his voice.

Alarms blare in your head. "And why is that?"

"Because you're not human."

It takes a few seconds before you're able to register his words. "Are you mental? I'm as human as any human ever was!" You hear the men behind you approach, and you begin to feel increasingly on edge.

"I do not have any form of mental illness." His right hand moves to grab your wrist.

You instinctively pull away, widening the distance between you.

Sam watches the exchange with caution. "Cass, what's going on? What are you saying she is-?"

"I am one hundred percent human!" You bark out, feeling your anger bubbling. "Not a werewolf, not a vampire, not a shapeshifter, nothing! Just human! Now let me leave!"

The two hunters look towards the angel, waiting for a response.

"I never said you were any of those things," He shifts his head just a bit, studying you from the corner of his eyes. "But you are definitely no human."

Before you can retort, the angel reemerges frighteningly close to you. You move to back away again, but he's ready this time. His hand seizes your arm, effectively trapping you.

"Let-" Just as the words leave your mouth, the man releases his grip. His eyes flicker to his hand then back to you. His behavior mimics that of someone who was just electrocuted.

You stand immobile, finding his actions incomprehensible.

"Cass?" Dean asks.

The angel furrows his brows. "It's nothing." He grabs you again. You try to pull away, but his strength is immense. Roughly, he turns your wrist outward, revealing the small mark sitting an inch below your palm. His eyes slide back to your face. "This proves you're not human."

You follow his gaze, eyeing the mark. The familiar shape of its arches and strokes which resembles that of a Chinese symbol remains unchanged. Your eyes flash back to your captor in aggravation. "Look, Mr. Angel. I don't know what you guys call this up in Heaven or where ever it is you come from. But on Earth, this is a birthmark. Which means, I've had it since I was born."

Sam and Dean approach, curious of the impression on your arm. After examining your wrist, the taller hunter regards their angelic ally.

"What do you think?"

You roll your eyes.

Your captor turns your wrist slightly against the light. "There's no mistake. This is the mark of an immortal."

The two hunters seem immediately convinced.

The angel loosens his hold and you finally manage to retract your arm. "You've got to be kidding me. It's a regular birthmark. There's nothing special about it. I've had it since I was born. I'm 25. I age normally like everyone else."

The bridge of Sam's brow crease. "So you're saying she's some kind of witch? Like she's sold her soul to some demon, and she's using spells to stay immortal?"

You actually can't believe they just completely ignored you.

The man shakes his head. "Not a witch. Just immortal." He hesitates, a strained look on his face. "But, something is odd."

You give up trying to convince them and simply wait for their conversation to continue.

"Bearing this mark means that she would have been alive during biblical times..." You can feel the piercing strain of his eyes. The probing gaze passes over your body, making you feel strangely exposed. "But she's telling the truth. She's only 25 years old."

Dean rolls his shoulder back impatiently. "So which is it? Is she immortal or not?"

You remain silent, awaiting his verdict with a doubtful look.

The seraph tilts his head back, his scrutiny fastened to you. "She is definitely an immortal being. I felt her presence the moment I arrived."

You wipe your face of all emotion. If they weren't going to let you go peacefully, then you're ready to rip these assholes a new one for your freedom.

"So what are you suggesting we do?" The taller hunter looks uneasy. He seems to sense your tension.

"Lilith is currently looking for an immortal. She'll need to be protected." The trench coated man brings out his hand, beckoning you to take it. "I suggest you come with us."

You stare at the gesture before snorting sarcastically.

"Just go along with two hunters and a sociopathic angel I just met. Thanks, but no. I'll protect myself." You turn to leave again. Although you get a few steps in, you're once again interrupted by a figure forming out of thin air. You look up and meet the fearsome expression of a tall black man.

He abruptly grabs you roughly by the shoulders. "You need to do as you're told, immortal filth." His grating voice is heavy with hostility.

You're momentarily petrified, your breath caught in your throat. You can feel the blood pound in your ears. "Lutrus Ectium." You stutter out without thinking.

Before everyone's eyes, you dissipate from view. The man who grabbed you stares at his open hands, now holding nothing. The two hunters look around the room, searching for where you might have disappeared to.

"What was that?" Dean breathes out.

The blue-eyed angel looks to his compatriot. "Uriel. What happened?"

The man named Uriel is visibly seething. "Blasted wretch. She used a spell. I can't sense her anymore."

The seraph slides his eyes across the warehouse. "She must have teleported." He turns to the two hunters. "We have to find her at once, before Lilith and her demons get a hold of her."

The men trade looks before Dean responds. "Even if we were able to find her, wouldn't she just escape by disappearing again?"

"We'll locate the girl." Uriel snarls. "Just follow our instructions on keeping her locked up when we detain her." His angry eyes veer back to the civilian-like angel. "Let us go, Castiel. We have more orders."

The celestial being nods back before Uriel disappears. After leaving the hunters with an almost apologetic glance, Castiel too, vanishes.

Dean gives out a troubled sigh. "God, they're such dicks!"

Sam looks around at the aftermath. "C'mon. We still gotta get rid of these bodies and take the girl to a hospital."

Dean sighs again. "All right, I'll get the girl, you go get the shovels."

When the two hunters finally leave, you let out your held breath. Drinking in the air, your body materializes back into view. The spell you cast is able to hide you from all forms of detection as long as you didn't breathe. You think you just broke a new record.

Knowing the two men will soon be back, you immediately exit the warehouse. You crouch and step quickly, making for the dark forest behind the building.

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