I had to move away from season 2. Sorry for the major loss of information. And I'm skipping a few episodes from season 3 too. Many just doing the ones I can write my character Christina in.
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I'm taking a big leap trying to add my own flare to the episode by still trying to be true to it. So if there's mistakes I'm sorry. I'm trying to only use the transcripts as a helpful tool to create this. Please enjoy and Comment!
Bad Day at Black Rock
Christina's POV
Ever since our first encounter with the demon Ruby I never trusted her. I knew Sam was raving since she did save his butt from Pride, Lust and Sloth from our encounters with the seven deadly sins. But what I didn't want to trust her, and I could tell that I was starting to believe her, was that she said there was a way to save Dean, and since then Sam and Dean were fighting over what Ruby had said. We were just driving to head to South Dakota to regroup. I was wanting to get away from the excessive yelling from them. If I wanted to hear yelling. I'd just stay at home. I thought quietly began to rub at my temples trying to get rid of the headache that was forming.
"It's because she's a demon, Sam!" Dean yelled as I sat in the back seat waiting for my turn to speak about something. "When you see her you spray holy water, not sit and set up a chat date."
"I wasn't going to chat, Dean!" Sam yelled back his face a of a child that had gotten caught with something he wasn't. Alex had the same look when he would get into trouble. "She just said there was a way to save you."
I glanced up at the mirror and saw Dean's eyes looking back at me. I knew what he was going to ask me. "Yes I did know." I said leaning forward to talk to their faces instead of their back. "And i have to be honest I'm not sure I do believe her either. Not to win brownie points with Dean. But I also do want to hear if what she said was true. If we kill the demon who has your contract then you'll be safe."
"Let me guess," Dean grumbled trying to stay calm. "You're not saying this to win brownie points with Sam."
"You know just because you have less then seven months until you're going to be Cujo chow, doesn't mean you have to be a dick about it." I snapped slamming myself in the backseat. "Besides, Dean you are such a freakin' hypocrite. You tell both me and Sam that we can't sell our souls to save people and you do it twice." I thought back to our case with the hell hounds, killing people who's ten years were up, and the pact we all made with each other that we wouldn't put ourselves in the cross airs. But Dean once again wanted to prove to us that he was the oldest and he had to sell his soul to save Sam.
"Well, at least-" A cellphone began to ring in the car making all three of us look down at our phones. "Not me." Dean said looking over at Sam who shook his head then at me. I shook my head and all three of us glanced at the glove compartment. "It's dads then."
"You kept dad's phone?" Sam asked opening the compartment and saw the number. "Hello?" He answered looking over at Dean who looked back and forth from the road to Sam. "Yes this is Edgar Casey." I didn't know any of dad's aliases as I hardly knew him to begin with. Dean and I watched as Sam shook his head before saying, "No, no don't call the police. I'll handle this. Can you just lock it back up for me please?" He paused for a second looking for a piece of paper and a pen as he stammered, "You know I don't have my address book, would you please give me the address?" He quickly jotted down an address and ended the call.
"What was that all about?" I asked trying to read the address and state but the dark car interior made it difficult for me to decipher.
"Dad had a storage container just outside of Buffalo." Sam said sounding like it was common knowledge. "Someone just broke into it."
"Looks like we're going to Buffalo then." Dean said quickly turning off he black country road and headed for the interstate. "To be continued on our discussion." He added.
End of Christina's POV
~B.D.A.B.R~
Dean's POV
We pulled up to the storage units and walked into the front desk. "We're looking for Unit 45." Sam said making the man behind the desk, a man who had one too many doughnuts nodded before grabbing a key and clipboard. "So you're the one who I spoke to on the phone?"
"Yesf." The man said his mouth dropping bits of doughnuts which made me cringe as it fell on top of the clipboard. The man, with the name Kevin, brushed off the crumbs on his shirt before swallowing hard forcing the large bit of doughnut down his throat. "Two guys took to that one specifically."
"Do you know what they took out?" I asked signing my name and handed the clipboard to Christina who quickly signed the sheet as well.
"No clue." Kevin said taking a large swig from his cup. "But I do know they used a pick lock. I have only one key for that place." We thanked Kevin who pointed us to the elevator shaft that was near the far end of the small building.
"Floor two." I said and Sam reached down and pressed the two button until it lit up. The doors slowly closed and the machines in the walls began to whirl as we felt ourselves being lifted up. "So we have a second. What do we do when we see that demon Ruby again?"
"Dean, not now." Sam groaned stumbling slightly as the machines were slowing down. "Back when we find out what was stolen in dad's unit."
"The answer I'm looking for is we gank the bitch." I said when the elevator stopped with a slight jolt. The doors slowly opened and we walked until we saw the 45 in black bold numbers looking as though someone was in the process of scrapping the numbers off. "Wounder why dad didn't tell us about his place." I said as Christina used the key to open the lock which popped open.
"Maybe he didn't want us to mess with his stuff." Christina said as I opened the door. "I mean that's what I would do if I want to keep secrets hidden."
"Dad never kept secrets." I growled flipping on the light switch that was right next to the door. I was amazed at all the boxes, weapons and strange symbols were spread out on large metal shelves.
"Looks like someone's been hurt." Sam said kneeling down and saw bloody footprints and blood spatter on the floor. I looked around and tilted my head to see something sticking out of some shelves. I moved until I saw the barrel of a shotgun sticking out the barrel still smoking slightly. "Booby trap?"
"Yeah, looks like these boxes have trip wires." I said looking at the shelf with several old and odd looking boxes.
"But not all of them." Christina said carefully moving a box that had a ruby red lid. She carefully lifted up the lid to look inside like child at Christmas.
"What could dad be hiding in here?" Sam asked walking over to the other shelves to look at it's contents. "Oh my god." He said pulling at something causing me and Christina to go his side. "My trophy from when I played soccer." I looked at the engraved lettering and let out a soft chuckle. "I didn't think dad was happy that I got this." He said shaking his head in disbelief.
"Hey it was the closest thing to being a real kid." I said walking over towards a shelf with something that made me let out a loud laugh. "My pump action shotgun I made in wood-shop when I was in the sixth grade!" The imperfections played with my fingers as I had chiseled a bit too much, but I was shaking at the memories when I had given it to dad as a father's day present. I fought back the tears that played in the corners of my eyes as I placed the shotgun I had made back on the work bench.
"Looks like dad had a lot of valuable stuff in here." Sam said placing his trophy back in where he had found it.
"I know," I said looking at all the cool weapons dad had from guns to knives. "Looks like dad had landmines as well."
"Looks like a box is missing." Christina stood at a shelf she was standing on the bottom shelf her fingers tracing the dust that surrounded a clean spot. "So whatever was in the box is what was taken."
"What could be in there?" I asked trying to find clues. But only found jars with dead things floating in liquid.
"Well, judging by what I saw in that box," Christina said pointing to the ruby lid box. "It wasn't supposed to be disturbed."
"Well, let's find the sons of bitches that took it and pray that it's nothing that would link us to murder." Sam and Christina both nodded and we left out of the storage unit closing the door tightly and locking it back up.
End of Dean's POV