This is a continuation to my friend, Biensche's story "How can a bottle save a life". I do have her permission and now I'm continuing it with my OC and her OC. So the supernatural characters, (i.e. Sam, Dean and Bobby) belong to the rightful owners. Pete Porter belongs to Biensche and Christina belongs to me. Please enjoy and Comment!
Chapter One: The Call
It all started when I got a call from Bobby at two in the morning. I grumbled in my surprisingly comfortable hotel bed and I grabbed my cellphone tightly, trying to blink away the sleepy tears that were forming in the corners before pressing the answer button and placing my phone to my ear. "Hello," I yawned sitting up thinking Bobby had another case that needed to be taken care of. In hindsight I wasn't far off.
"Christy, ya need to head to Wyoming." His voice was full of worry, which made my insides freeze. "Your brothers have been involved in a car accident. I'm almost to you now." I jumped to my feet and dashed around throwing my personal belongings into my backpack forgetting about sleep. "Ya still there?"
"Yeah," I said trying to calm my nerves that were beginning to reek havoc on my stomach as I tried to swallow a small cup of water. "What are we going to do with my car?"
"Take it, I might not come back after I pick up the Impala."
"Alright. I'll see you when you get here Bobby." I hung up my cellphone and felt my stomach twisting uncomfortable inside. 'Damn you Dean! Damn you Sam!' I felt my brain shudder with anger as I fought back tears of anger and of uselessness.
~SL,PP~
I was fighting back tears for the entire way towards Wyoming. The silence in the cab was interrupted with several phone calls in which Bobby went on with work as usual providing helpful tips and quick solutions for either young hunters starting out, or experienced hunters that were heading further up the totem pole of age.
"Stop blaming yourself." Bobby said after a while of uncomfortable silence. I was so deep inside my brain I didn't realize he was talking to me until I felt him gently place a hand on my shoulder. "You and your brothers had an agreement to take a vacation from each other so that you can do separate cases." I felt my body stiffen as I remembered when they suggested a break from each other since we were so easy to find when we were together. It was also because we would fight and I would be torn between supporting one or the others side.
"But my question is why they called you and not me?" I asked glancing up at him.
"They didn't call me," Bobby said tossing his phone in the middle as he pulled off to the side and into a gas station. "I was called by the police."
"But they called you and not me. It tells you that they call you more then me." I said stepping out of the truck and walked to the gas pump grabbing the hose.
"Maybe they didn't want you to get hurt." Bobby said walking around and checking the chain hook-up on the car before walking up to me and leaned up against the truck like Dean and Sam would if they could sense something was wrong. "Are you sure you want to continue?"
"Of course. Just need to get something to eat." I heard the click from the fuel and I quickly topped it off. "You want something?" Bobby shook his head and I vanished to grab something small and just something to tie me over until we got to Wyoming.
~SL,PP~
I was driving when I pulled up on the empty highway and I saw the crumpled remains of the Impala. "Damn what crazy driver took you out?" I said as I pulled off to the side of the road. Bobby stirred in his sleep as I pulled the truck into park. It was late afternoon and I could feel sweat slide down my face as I walked down the small hill and peered inside the driver's side window and felt my stomach twist at the sight of the blood that was smeared over the dashboard mixed with broken glass. "Oh, you poor, Baby," I said looking inside, seeing the tossed around items that seemed to make the inside look like a crime scene.
"How bad is it?" Bobby called over the sound of the two truck lowering my car to the ground. I walked over towards the truck to collect my brother's things, for when they get out they had their own clothes to change into. Also I need to make sure the weapons in the hidden compartment were alright.
As I opened the false bottom in the trunk, after tossing my brothers' bags carefully down to the ground, and took a quick inventory on the weapons. "Well, despite a broken bottle of holy water, everything's fine." I said taking out the broken bottle accidentally cutting my finger on one of the sharp edges. I flinched slightly but ignored the pain knowing it wasn't the worse thing ever.
"Well, your car's ready," Bobby said and I closed the trunk. "I'll take care of this just go check on your two idjits you have for brothers." I chuckled and he walked up wrapping his arms around me pulling me in close. "They do care about you," he said patting my back. "They're just idjits for not noticing how important you are."
"You starting a business in cheese?" I chuckled pulling away and walking to my car throwing Sam and Dean's bags into the backseat. "Talk to you later Bobby."
"Later." He answered and walked over to his truck so that he could back up to the sad shape of the Impala.
My car rumbled into life as I pulled away from the scene of the accident and I flipped my car around and headed into town.
