Because my friend asked me 'who wouldn't want to be Krissy Chambers?' and this is the result :)
Because who wouldn't want to be Krissy Chambers? Well, I'll tell you: Krissy Chambers. All she's got in her life is her Dad, her knife and her lock-pick set. Because he won't even let her carry a gun. She's fourteen for Christ's sake! She's been shooting rubber pellets for years and she's a damn good shot! And she knows that no other hunter's kid isn't allowed a gun, 'cause that's just so lame! She's given up on wanting a normal life, no, all she wants now is to be allowed to hunt, 'cause that's what she was raised to do. Or that's what she thought. Until she met Dean Winchester. And, sure, he was old and way too concerned about his car-sized brother, but he was funny and cute and she liked him. Until he called her a kid and told her she couldn't come with him – that's when he met the fierce side of Krissy Chambers. And sure, he was still a bit of a douche, but she liked him. She also liked that fact that he didn't seem to know about bobby pins. One thing she loved though was proving him wrong, saving his ass – that felt good – and then she thought she understood why she wanted to hunt so bad: because saving people felt good. Of course, that's when her dad told her they were retiring – typical.
Now, when she looks back on it with her all-grown-up fifteen-year-old mind, she sees that she was just a kid back then, all those months ago. Because now she understands, and she is so grateful to that lame-ass cute old man that made her retire when she was fourteen. Because now she's got school, exams, friends, trashy TV shows, shopping, a kind-of-clingy boyfriend, a Saturday job – all the stuff a normal teenager should have. She's still got her lock-pick set though – you never know when that'll come in handy.
Thoughts?
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