"You can't tell me what to do anymore!" I remember screaming at my father before I ran away from my dad, not long after I turned 16. my dad had refused to let me hunt with him anymore, although that wasn't the reason I'd left. My dad had been friends with John Winchester for years, I grew up calling John, Uncle. John had two boys named Dean and Sam; Dean had been 20 and Sam had been 16 when I left, and Sam was the reason I'd left. My dad had stated, one day completely out of the blue, that I was never to see Sam and Dean, ever again, which was when I'd left.

That day had been six years ago, and now John was missing, well not really missing he just went into hiding and Dean was scared. It was almost 7:30 in the morning on Monday, and I was getting ready for my 8:30 class at Stanford, University, when the phone rang.

"Hey De, what's up?" I asked as I checked the caller id and answered the phone, while pulling on my t-shirt.

"He still hasn't checked in. Chrissy this is really bugging me." Dean replied quietly, causing me to sigh gently and quickly zip up the zipper on my new jeans.

"Why don't you just leave him be De? Maybe he doesn't want anyone to know where he is and what he's doing." I suggested as I dug in my closet for my runners.

"He always checks in when he's hunting, he never forgets Christina, no matter how busy he is." Dean admitted before I heard him hit his fist against the Impala's steering wheel, which was quickly followed by an apology to the Impala, because it was his baby.

"You have a point. Want me to tell Sam? I have the same lecture with him today?" I asked, even though I haven't talked to Sam since, just after I'd left home at 16.

"Actually I'm on my way there, so we'll hang out while I'm there."

"Dammit De! Let Sam be, he wants a normal life, let him have one, at least let him graduate first!" I interrupted as I found my shoes and stood.

"I'm trying to let him be normal, but I think dad is going after the demon. I just wanted Sammy to know. I miss talking to him." Dean explained, concern for his father and sadness for the practical loss of Sammy evident in his voice.

"Alright, but do me a favour and come here first, please. When do you think you'll be here anyway?"

"Late tonight, that is if I don't get caught." Dean said as I heard the Impala's engine rev, and I could practically see Dean smiling.

"Fine stay safe, and don't get caught. Oh and De, take car of our baby." I joked, meaning the car. Dean laughed before repeating that statement to someone in the car, who laughed a very familiar tinkling, bell like, laugh.

"Is Allie with you?" I asked with a genuine smile on face, my question cause Dean to laugh as the phone was passed to the passenger in the car.

"Hey Chris, what's up hun?" Allie asked using the nickname she'd given me the first time I'd met her.

"Nothing much babe. Backseat or Front?" I asked her, before she laughed.

"Both. What about you? Only with a different person."

"Okay, I'm never riding in that car again. It depends on the person." I replied.

"Lets say Sam."

"The bonnet, in the middle of nowhere, with music blaring." I answered.

"Whoa, that's hot and kinky. I'll have to try that with Dean." Allie said.

"EWWWWWWWWWWWW, that's gross! TMI Allie! How are things going with Dean?" I asked, knowing something was up.

"We'll tell you and Sam, when we get there." Allie said, causing me to sigh in frustration, as I grabbed my apartment keys and my bag, which included my wallet.

"I hate to cut this short, but I have a lecture to get to. So I'll you two when you get here." I said as I headed towards the door.

"Love you hun! We'll see you soon." Allie said before hanging up and I left, heading for the main building.