Chapter One
You walked through the silent forest with your shotgun ready. A twig snapped behind you. As you spin around you come face to face with what you've been looking for, the old Birchwood Hag! The spirit lunged at you so you let out a terrified scream. "Like anyone's gonna hear me." You said as you began to shoot at the ghost. (Little did you know, you would be running into a familiar face soon enough.) With the speed of the hag dodging the rock salt, you began to run. Out of all the rounds that you shot off…only one hit the spirit; unfortunately it wasn't fatal. You ran as fast as you could while avoiding tree branches, you began to slow down but kept running for you knew that if you stopped it would surely be the last of Chassidy Anne Davis. As your heart continued pounding hard in your chest you turned back swiftly to see if the Hag was close behind- when you slammed into someone.
As you fell to the ground you grabbed the 45 from your pants and pointed it at the stranger. "Come closer and I'll blow you away!" You yelled at the man…but now noticing that he wasn't alone you quickly grabbed your hunting knife from your belt loop. "We don't want any trouble; we heard a scream and wanted to come check what was happening." The man calmly explained but with slight fear in his voice. Why does he sound so familiar?You thought. Then it came to you. "Dean….Dean Winchester is that you?" "What's it to you?" He scowled. "It's me Chase" "Chase? What the hell are you doing here…alone for that matter?" He asked after he embraced you along with his brother Sam. "I'm hunting the old Hag. Unfortunately she disappeared before I could kill it." You stated with definite anger and annoyance in you voice. "Did you use rock salt?" Sam asked. "Of course I did, what do you think I am…a moron? It kept dodging my shots; I think I only hit her once." You said. "And that didn't do anything?" The boys asked in unison. "Yeah, it did something; it pissed the thing off even more!" You snapped. Dean was about to say something else when he was interrupted by the sight of you being thrown into the side of a tree. With that Dean grabbed his own shotgun and shot at the spirit while Sam made sure that you were still alive. "Dean, watch out it's behind you!" Sam yelled, warning his brother just in time for Dean to turn around and shoot the Hag. Sending it back to hell where it belonged. "Sammy, is she alright?" Dean asked with concern. "She's alive but unconscious, we have to get her to the hospital; and for the last time, it's Sam!" He said with a slight smile. So the boys put you into the back seat of Dean's impala and drove to the hospital.
It was 2 days later when you woke up to see Dean sleeping in a chair beside your bed; he had your left hand clasped in both of his. You smiled to yourself and closed your eyes again. You were about to fall back asleep when you heard someone come into the room. You didn't have to open your eyes to know that it was Sam. "Hey Sammy, how ya been lately?" You asked with a smirk as you reopened your eyes and gently hugged your old friend Sam Winchester. "I've been alright; we're trying to find our dad still. Oh and by the way it's Sam now. He stated matter-of-factly. You just smiled when you felt Dean stirring. "You complaining about your name again Sammy?" He asked with a grunt. Sam just rolled his eyes and slid into the chair that was on the other side of the bed. "Mornin' sleeping beauty!" You said as cheerfully as you could. "Ya know, for someone with 2 fractured ribs and a concussion, you sure are happy." He said with his heart-melting smirk that you grew to love. "They have me on so much morphine I can't feel a thing and it's just a mild concussion." You replied. Dean's smile faded and you knew what he was going to say next, but you just sat there staring into his bright green eyes. "Chase, what the hell were you thinking!? Didn't your dad say that he didn't want you hunting, and what about Tanner? He's supposed to prevent you from this life!" He was angry but you could tell how much he cared for you. "Well Tanner's dead so it'd be a bit hard for him to prevent me from doing anything from where he is now. So the only thing I can do is look for this damn thing to avenge my dad's death." You were now starting to yell. Just as Dean was about to reply, the doctor came in. "Well Ms. Davis, you're doing just fine, but we would like to keep you here another night for observation." "But I can leave?" You asked impatiently. You've always hated hospitals and you wanted to get out as soon as possible. "Technically, but we'd like to make sure that your concussion doesn't worsen." He said with slight concern. "Doc…I can't stay here, I need to get back out there." You pleaded.
Doctor MGinskey was the only person that knew about the hunting, so he understood why you were so anxious. "I know Chase, but we have to make sure that everything's right before we discharge you." He explained with an apologetic smile. "FINE! Can I at least change into my regular clothes?" You retorted. "Just let me go get them." Then he left the room to return a couple minutes later with your clothes from the hunt. You pushed Sam and Dean out of your room, got dressed and ripped the IVs from your body and walked out the door. "Chase! Are you stupid, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Dean questioned as he tried to block your way. "I really think you should listen to the Doctor Chase." Sam tried to convince you, but you just shot him a hard glare, then he shut his mouth. You walked around Dean and up to the front desk. "Where are my release forms?" You asked with a smile. "Ms. Davis, get back to your room now!" The doctor said unconvincingly. "Look, either you give me the bill and my forms, or I just walk out leaving you with a huge mess on your hands." You snapped with a glare. Dr. MGinskey just sighed and obeyed. After filling out the forms and paying for the bill with your credit card, you walked away. But before you got to the elevator, the Doctor called you back and handed you a prescription. "You're going to be in a lot of pain when that morphine wears off so take these accordingly." He said. You gave him a wink and left the hospital with Sam and Dean close behind trying to keep up with your fast pace.