I know it's been a while since I posted something. I have been very busy these last few days. But here is Scarecrow. From the first season of a show I don't own. The only thing I own is Christina Winchester.
Sam's POV
We slept all through the night. All three of our bodies were achy and sore. We all had bruise and cuts that were going to be tender to touch for a few weeks. It was nice to be able to sleep through the night and not have nightmares. Someone's phone was ringing besides my head. I opened up an eye and stared at Dean's cellphone. "Dean, get your phone." He grumbled in his sleep before falling back to sleep. The phone continued to ring and I couldn't take it anymore. I reached over and stared at the number. There wasn't a name just a number. "Hello?" I asked not hiding my sleepy voice.
"Sam?" The voice was low and I instantly sat up my eyes wide.
"Dad." I felt my voice tighten with the word. It was really dad calling. He wasn't texting. I was hearing his voice and not from a machine. "Dad where are you?" I had smacked Dean in the arm and he grumbled but sat up alert when I mouthed Dad. He was reaching his hand out wanting to talk to him. But I couldn't give up the phone.
"Sam, I don't have long." Fear struck me. Was he sick? Was he about to be executed? "Let me talk to Dean." He said his voice trying to sound forceful.
"No, dad, what's going on?" Dean was now on my bed hitting me in the shoulder like he did back when we were kids when dad would call the hotel we'd be staying at. "Are you getting close to the thing that killed mom?" There was a sigh. It was the only indication he did. "Let us help you." My eyes were bugging out of my head as I stood up.
"No, Sam." Dad's voice was low. "Sam. I know what killed your mom and girlfriend. It's a demon." I felt my stomach twist. "Now, you need to need to go to Indiana and write down these names."
"Dad we can help. All three of us can help. Four of us will be able to kill the demon that killed mom. Let us help please." I felt tears stinging in my eyes.
"Sam, this is an order." My tears vanished from my eyes. "Take down these names or give the phone to your brother." I felt my hand shake as I handed the phone.
"Dad, where-" Dean's face fell into his serious hunting face. "Yes, sir." He grabbed a pad and pen starting to write down the names dad had been talking about. "Don't worry sir, I will. Dad I-" Dad must have hung up, Dean looked sad. Was he trying to say he love him? Or missed him? It didn't matter. Dad was sending us back on another case. But I at least knew where he called from. I now recognized the area code. Dad was in San Francisco, California.
"Who was that?" Came a soft squeak from a foldaway bed. Long blonde hair and hazel eyes lifted from the tattered pillow our sister had to use to sleep on.
"That was dad." Dean said and I saw something flash in our sister's eyes. She hadn't met our father. She only knew his name was John. "He's sending us to Indiana."
"For what? A meet and greet?" She asked, sitting up and quickly pulling her long blonde hair into a ponytail.
"A job." I said seeing the look in Dean's eyes. "But I know where dad is. He's in California."
"How did you know that?" Dean asked. "You get bored one summer and study area codes?"
I let out a weak chuckle. "No, I lived in Palo Alto for two years, Dean. I went to school there. I recognized the area code because of that."
"Well, then lets go." We watched as our sister jumped out of bed, and began to throw her clothes in her backpack. She was still wearing the clothes she wore inside the Asylum the night before. But she didn't mind that. She was excited to see Dad I could see that in her eyes as she ran back and forth making sure she had everything.
"Nobody is going to California." Dean said his voice stern. Christina stopped packing and stared at him. "We need to get to Indiana. Something is targeting couples."
"But I want to see dad." She said her face was like mine, dark and cold.
"I want to see him too, sis, but we have a job to do." Dean had raised his voice and I felt a memory of when dad used that voice when I wouldn't listen to him. "We have to do this job." I looked over at my baby sister who was shaking where she stood. I could tell she was scared of Dean's raised voice, I could tell she was about to cry by the way her eyes softened and her eyebrows raised.
"Dean," I said looking over at him. "She's right. We should help dad with the demon that killed mom."
"No." Dean said his voice darkening. "We're going to Indiana and that's final."
It was as if someone had swapped bodies with my dad and Dean. I already pictured Dad's face and body sitting on the bed next to me instead of my older brother. "Okay...dad." I said and I stood up to pack.
~Scarecrow~
Christina was sniffling in the back as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. I could see she wanted to meet the man that gave her life by the way she refused to look up at Dean who drove with his foot firmly on the pedal. His face was narrow and angry. "What can you tell me about this case, Sammy?" Dean asked after three hours of the only sound being the loud roar from the car.
"Every year on the second week of April a man and woman would disappear. Never to be heard again." I said upset. "And every couple went through through the small town and the exact same road."
"The second week is coming up isn't it?" Dean asked looking over at me. My eyes were locked on the front of the car and the speeding treeline. "Look I hate that we have to do this too. But Dad is counting on us-"
"Dad counting on us?" I screamed. "When has dad every counted on us to do anything? If anything dad should be counting on us to be there with him when he takes down that demon that killed mom and Jess." I saw movement from the backseat. Christina's eyes were full of curiosity. I lowered my shoulders. I haven't told her what happened to Jess.
"Something killed Jess?" She asked her eyes trying to find the answers in my eyes. "I thought you told me it was bad wiring that killed her. Not a freaking demon." I could sense the anger flowing through her. "When were you going to tell me? Never? Have you forgotten she was my friend too?"
"I haven't forgotten," I said seeing tears coming out of her eyes. "I just had a lot on my mind. I didn't want to worry you about it."
"Well, it does." She said looking back outside to the passing trees. I saw a sign saying bus stop twenty miles.
"Stop here," I said and Dean pulled off. "I'm going to find dad." I said stepping out in the cold night air and walking to the trunk. I heard a car door slamming shut and Dean pulled me away from the opened trunk.
"You're not leaving." He said through gritted teeth. "You're going to get back into the car and we're going to fight this thing out like dad wanted."
"Well, too bad." I snapped pushing him away. I grabbed my backpack and laptop and slammed the trunk shut. Christina's eyes looked at me through the back window but quickly looked away. "I'm going to find dad."
"Fine!" Dean yelled. I walked a few feet before I heard the slamming of a car door, the revving of an engine and the unmistakable sound of a car driving away.
End of Sam's POV
~Scarecrow~
Christina's POV
I felt myself being pushed against the back seat as Dean stomped on the gas the car screaming against the strain of being pushed so hard. I wanted to say something. I wanted to wrap my arms around him just to let him know he wasn't alone. But when I looked up in to the mirror I saw anger in his eyes. He wasn't looking at me but he was angry at the road. After what seemed like a hour he slowed down and pulled over. He turned off his car and got out, slamming the door behind him. I stayed put for a second before opening my door and stepping out into the barely lightened sky.
He was leaning on the hood of his car his head and face down so I couldn't see if he was crying or still fuming. I took a few quiet steps towards him and placed a hand gently on his shoulder. "Dean?" I said and he flinched knocking my hand back and making me back up. His green eyes were sad. Even though his mouth twisted in a snarl.
"What are you still doing here?" He asked harshly. But I could tell he was happy to see me still standing there. "I thought you wanted to see Dad."
"Dean, why are you pushing me away?" I asked my hazel eyes were also filling up with tears. "I stayed because I could tell you need me to be here for you. Yeah I want to meet dad, but you need me more." I saw the look of anger vanish from his face as he ran up and threw his arms around me. I let him hold me for a moment before he let go. "Dean, Sam will know to come back."
"He was like this before he left for Stanford." Dean said looking down the road we still have to travel. "I bet you he won't be coming back. Not until he sees dad."
"I'll take that bet." I said slugging him in the shoulder before walking to the front passenger seat door. "Loser buys the drinks for a week?" I added and I saw him nod.
End of Christina's POV
