Hey ya'll I'm skipping more episodes again, until I can confidently write them without diminishing the episode. Please note that I'm trying to stay true to the episode and yes there's a lot of things that I added or took away. It's after all a work of fiction.

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights of Supernatural. Please don't hate me for butchering the characters if I do. The only character I own the rights to is Christina Winchester.

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Sam's POV

I woke up with the sound of papers flipping over in the bed beside me. I rolled over onto my side and saw my younger sister sitting up at the table reading Dad's journal her eyebrows knitted close together her eyes with the mix of pain and anger in her eyes. A small glass of some dark amber liquid sat next to her, as she scanned the pages. Her phone buzzed beside her and she rubbed her face.

"Hello?" She whispered she picked up the drink and took a swig, wincing from the strength of liquid. "Yeah, it's good to hear from you too." She sounded happy but her face was dark with sorrow. "Yeah, I'm fine, just tired. Got done with a nasty case back in Minnesota, and right now I'm just reading-" She let out a small chuckle and shook her head. "No it's nothing like that. Just reading about what my dad had gone through." She was biting her lip as she finished her drink. "So you got us a case or just calling for small talk?" She rubbed her face as she grabbed my laptop and turned it on. "Chicago, right. Another victim?" She let out a loud yawn before closing the lid of my laptop. "Yeah, I'll head out once everyone gets up." She glanced in my direction and I closed my eyes quickly. "I'm traveling with other hunters and they're asleep right now. I'm not a complete loner." She was shaking her head and was now closing dad's journal.

"Christy what are you doing up this time?" Her eyes glanced over at me and placed a finger up against her lips.

"Yeah, I got one of them awake." She smiled and looked into her empty glass. "Yeah, go and tell him good luck for me." There was a hint of spite running through her voice. "Night." She ended the call and stood up her black spaghetti strap shirt hugged her body and I could tell she was really drunk. "Got us a case, in Chicago." She slowly blinked and took a few unstable steps towards the bed and plopped beside me, she turned her head and smiled at me her hazel eyes sparkling in the light she had obviously forgot to turn off.

"How much did you drink?" I asked standing up and striding over to the table. A almost empty bottle of Kentucky Dry Whiskey was hidden by the chair that she had once occupied. I turned to look at her and she was already fast asleep. Her long wavy hair fell down her shoulders as she turned over grabbing my pillow and held it securely in her hands. I sighed and flipped the light off and carefully headed towards the other bed, where Dean slept luckily in a position that will not bring on an embarrassing early morning wake up call.

~Dark Shadows~

"So what's in Chicago that is so important that you had to drink yourself to sleep?" Dean asked as we drove.

"I wasn't drinking to sleep, Dean." Christina said her eyes awake and alert. "I was drinking because of what I was reading last night."

"Why were you reading Dad's journal?" I asked shooting a glance at her.

"Just wanted to see what he was like." She forced a smile and pulled open her backpack and dug in it a few seconds before slapping Dean on the shoulder. "Can we stop for a second. I need to change, myself."

"What'd you spill?" He asked seeing a rest stop a few miles away. "Can it wait until we get to Chicago?"

"Unless you want blood all over your seat, you'll pull off at that rest area." Dean and I exchanged a questionable look. "Carrie." She said her eyes narrowing. We finally placed two and two together and Dean stepped on the gas, arriving at the rest area in record time.

"I thought you'd have more experience with, this stuff." Dean muttered as we watched Christina vanish inside her backpack over one shoulder.

"Well, it's been a while, Dean." I admitted. "Besides, I could never guess when Jess was...on. She was way to perky. She never acted like this." I shrugged and grabbed my laptop from my backpack. "I wonder what she was doing." I said to myself and opened up the lid, quickly typing my password I saw the internet still up and running. "Two murders within two months." I said licking my lips. "The last one happened six days ago."

"So do you think it's our kind of gig?" Dean asked trying to look cool for a few girls that seemed to smile and point directly at Dean. He gave them a short wave and was returned with waves from them.

"I don't know." I said snapping my lip shut. "But if Christy got this as a case we might as well, look into it."

"Okay, if she ever comes back. I'm almost tempted to keep her here with all her womanly...Hey there sis." I looked up as I saw Christina forcing a smile down at Dean.

"Better get used of me being here, Dean." She said keeping the forced smile on her face. "I'm in it for the long haul." She smacked the side of his face and climbed into the back. "We can go now. I'm good for another twelve hours."

"T.M.I." Dean said roaring out of the parking lot and back onto the interstate.

~Dark Shadows~

We arrived around eight that night in Chicago and Dean found the first cheapest hotel there was. After getting into our room we sat around the small kitchen table and came up with a battle plan for this case.

"Should we go in as FBI agents?" Dean asked pulling grabbing hold of the tattered phone book and opening up to restaurants that delivered. I shook my head. "Then what? Pizza?" I watched the excited nods from our sister who was staring at the journal as if she expected it to burst into flames.

"Well, according to the newspaper, she was attacked at home. Her alarm system didn't go off. And there wasn't any sign of forced entry."

"Then what electricians?" Dean asked his phone pressed against his ear.

"How about alarm repairmen." Christina said with a shrug. "I'm pretty sure I can make you up some convincing outfits if I could borrow the car for a hour tops." I saw the color drain from Dean's face. "I'm not going to like go crazy in the car, just to the store and right back. I'm pretty sure there's places that are still open." Dean held up one finger and walked away talking excitedly to the pizza place on the phone.

"Are you crazy?" I asked as Dean had left the room. "Dean's not going to just hand over his car keys."

"Then what do you expect we do, Sammy?" Her hazel eyes met mine. "Hope that his is nothing more then a freak psychopath that can sneak into an apartment when it's locked, not trip the alarm then disappear with no physical evidence?" I looked over at her and licked my lips again. "You hate it when I'm right don't you?" I nodded. She was the exact same way back in college, and now that she was my younger sister it aggravated me.

"Pizza's coming with a six pack." Dean said tossing down the keys to his car in front of Christina. "Don't scratch her. Or I'll make your life a living hell."

"My life is already, Hell Dean." She said with smile as she picked up the keys. "I'm the host of Shark week. So yeah, I'm already there." She turned and left leaving Dean and me to wait for the pizza.

End of Sam's POV