Sorry if you've been reading my stroies lately I'm going back to Season 1 so that I can finish it. Please don't hate me when this story as well as my other stories are slow to come out. I'm now packing for my move into a house! Sorry to be off topic. I don't own Supernatural only Christina. Please comment and Enjoy.

Christina's POV

I was taking another sip of coffee looking through my novel I had brought in after Sam and Dean both were busy looking over newspapers and surfing the web. I let out a small cough and Dean's head snapped up instantly alert. I blinked at him a few times careful to set my mug of coffee on the table. "What?" I asked picking up my fork and stabbed at my now cold syrup covered eggs. Dean instantly looked down and continued to look over the newspaper.

"Well," He said after another few minutes of awkward silence the muttered voices and clanking of silverware on plates didn't ease the obvious tension that was forming in our small cramped booth. "Not a single decent lead in Nebraska. What have you got Sammy?"

Sam's eyes narrowed at the nickname that he kept asking us to stop using. "Well, I scanned Wyoming, Colorado, South Dakota..." He stopped his eyes lighting up a small smirk on his lips. "A woman in Iowa falls 10,000 feet from an airplane and survives."

"That's more incredible then Twilight Zone," Dean said taking a bite of his breakfast burrito. I nodded in agreement. I looked up and fist bumped Dean who was happy I was finally on his side of things. "Besides, why don't we just take a break. Go back up to New York, visit Sarah once again." I glanced over at Sam who slowly began to blush.

"No, I'm okay for now." He said shaking his head. "Besides I think I found something up our alley in in Colorado." That caught both of our attention as I craned my neck away from my book and down at the laptop screen. The type of action that bugged Sam immensely. He pushed me away with his shoulder making me fake a hurt face before I went back to my book. Low attention span of a blonde and I loved it ever second. "Local man found mauled in his cabin."

"Whats the guy's name?" I asked shoving a folded up napkin into my book and closed it. "Or are we just going to play twenty questions?"

"Daniel Elkins." Sam said annoyed shooting me a look.

"Elkins?" Dean asked again, and Sam glared at him. But I smacked his shoulder as Dean had a questionable look on his face. "I know that name."

"It doesn't ring a bell to me," Sam said I shook my head. I never heard of the guy. We quickly paid our tab while Dean was fighting his memory, which looked exhausting, as we walked towards the car. As we sat inside Sam still had his internet browser continuing with trying to sell the possibility of a case.

"Elkins, Elkins, Elkins." Dean mumbled picking up Dad's journal and began to flip through the pages.

"Sounds like the police don't know what to think," Sam said but I could tell Dean wasn't listening. "At first they thought it was an animal attack but then they saw signs of robbery."

"Mm-mmm." Dean said clearly not paying attention to what Sam was saying. He was still flipping through the pages when he smacked an open pages. "There, check this out." Dean held the book out and Sam took it and I peered over his shoulder once again, driving him crazy. In a small portion of paper under the words "Contacts" Dean's finger pointed just above a few obviously dad's scribbles of a name. D. Elkins 970-555-0158.

"Do you think it's the same guy?" Sam asked as we all concluded it was an abbreviation of Daniel's name.

"It's a Colorado number." Dean said with a smile. Sam and I looked at each other and shrugged. Dean smiled at convincing us to go by turning the key and turning on Gun's and Roses Highway to Hell.

End of Christina's POV

~V.S.~

Dean's POV

I glided through the snow capped mountains of Colorado like a pro, grinning at the paranoid look on my sister's face as we took each curve just fast enough to make her pale. Sam wasn't worried. He was fast asleep in the passenger seat.

"Slow down you jerk." Christina hissed her eyes locking onto mine through the rear-view mirror only to yell at me, "Don't take your eyes off the road."

"Relax," I said trying to hide a laugh that began to grow in my throat. "We're perfectly alright. I'll never crash my car." I smiled. Christina's face relaxed slightly before she was right back up squinting at a dark shape that began to grow. "Here we are." I said smacking Sam who grumbled slightly before sitting up and looked at the darkened cabin that now loomed over above us.

We all let out a sigh before we grabbed our weapons and walked over towards the cabin. I stayed behind just for moment as I had sensed something was lurking in the woods that was just behind us. I walked over towards the door as Christina held a flashlight above Sam's hands as he picked the lock on the cabin. Seconds later the door swung open and I walked in my gun gripped in my hands as I carefully walked inside followed by Christina with Sam taking up the rear.

"Looks like the maid didn't come in today." I said

"ACHOO!" I flipped my head around as I saw Christina's face darken as she wiped her nose with the back of her jacket's sleeves. Her eyes starting to water up.

"Bless you," I said looking at her with curious looks.

"Sorry, someone spilled Witch Hazel in here and I'm...ACHOO!" She sneezed again nearly toppling on her back as she nearly tripped over Sam's skis for feet. "Allergic to the stuff."

"Do you think you can sneeze any more loudly?" Sam hissed his gun drawn higher. "What ever caused this could still be here or worse waiting for us outside."

"Shut up." Came her reply her nose already stuffy. "Can't control my allergies. As much as I would love to be able to." Her eyes watered as she let out another sneeze just a bit quieter but it was still there.

I let out a chuckle as we all continued to search. "Got some salt here by the door." Sam said followed by another loud sneeze.

"Like protection or 'oops I spilled the popcorn' salt?"

"Protection by the looks of it."

"AAAACCCHHHOOO!" We all turned as we saw Christina doubled over, her hands over her nose and mouth and her ponytail bent falling in front of her face. "I'm gonna wait in the car." She said her nose still stuffed. "Gonna take an allergy pill and pass out." She let out a strangled sneeze before she left us both holding our laughter.

"So do you think he's one of us?" Sam asked me as we now searched the house not hearing the loud obnoxious and constant sneezing. I walked into a small office room and noticed a safe door opened showing it to be empty and my mind began to wonder what might have been inside.

"I believe so," I said pulling a similar journal out from a pile of papers. "Looks like dad's only a bit more. Dates back to the 60's. And here's another thing." I pointed to numbers and letters. "Recognize this?" Sam nodded. "Let's see where this would lead us."