This Supernatural story is fiction. It never happened. The characters besides Christina are not mine. They belong to the writers. Please enjoy and comment.
"How could this be happening to me?" The man on the television screamed grabbing his head and falling to his knees. "Why is this happening to me?" I rolled my eyes as I griped the remote from Dean Winchester's limp hands as his head fell to one side followed by a short quick snore. I watched as the man on the screen let out a painful yelp that I was afraid will wake up Dean. But he slept as though nothing was going on. I watched for a few more seconds, watching as a woman gripped her mouth and muffled a scream as the man sprouted fur, glowing eyes and large sharp teeth. I pressed the power button with my thumb and tossed the remote on the nightstand in between the two queen beds, Sam and his brother Dean occupied. I didn't mind sleeping on a chair or floor. I was used to it when I was growing up, but lately I noticed Dean and Sam kept placing me in one of their beds so when I woke up I was protected by these boys I've been traveling and hunting with for the past month or so.
"Hollywood," I breathed shaking my long blonde hair as I went back to Sam's laptop, and began to do some research for the two. Sam had left, Dean and I alone just to grab something to eat and Dean had jumped on the bed, grabbed the remote and was watching television when he passed out about a hour later. "Boys," I added and pulled my hair into a sloppy bun and typed once again searching for a new case.
I had just found a news article about a home whose family was being tossed around like rag dolls, when I heard the hotel's door opening. I flinched slightly but relaxed when I saw Sam carrying a large brown bag with a big Golden "M" on it. "Ba ba ba ba baaa I'm love it." I jingled seeing him crack a smile. I smiled back for it was nice seeing Sam smiling, ever since the night we both lost a good friend, Jessica, in a fire. Sam or Dean hadn't told me what happened and I didn't want to press the matter further.
"The perks of hunting," Sam said smiling, handing me the bag and I reached in looking for something to eat. "Fast food, for fast predators." I chuckled and he noticed his brother fast asleep on the bed. "How long has he been out?"
"For about, uh, I say a hour maybe a hour and a half." I said taking out three hamburgers out and set them in front of me. "I want to try something." I said before I dug into my not so healthy life style. I reached back into the bag and pulled out a large french fry and quietly walked over towards Dean. Sam sat and watched as I moved the french fries under his nose waving my hand so I could direct the smell of the salty goodness that was fast food fries, up Dean's nose. My test was a success.
Dean's eyes flew open and gripped the fries tightly in his hands as if were a trophy. "French fries." He said and rushed over towards the table to search the bag for more food. "What no pies?" Dean asked his hands out in disappointment. I rolled my eyes and sat down in front of my food.
"It was going to take twelve minutes. Plus they didn't have any Apple pies." Sam said looking over my research and began to scan the context of the news article I had found. "Plus you don't need the sugar."
"No that's me who doesn't need the sugar, Sam." I said taking a bite from a hamburger. The cheap meat played with my tongue as I chewed and swallowed. Guilty pleasures of the world I could do without. But this just makes me believe everything is a lie.
"Christy," Sam said bringing me out of my food pleasure. "Why haven't you been having headaches? You on some new medicine or what?"
"What do you mean?" I asked swallowing my food down my throat. "You're noticing I'm not having headaches or migraines and your freaking out about that?"
"Just was curious that's all." Sam shrugged and picked at a hamburger.
"Sorry," I said sighing looking at Dean who was extremely busy throwing a pinch of fries into his mouth. "Just haven't been too worried about not having any headaches. I really enjoy it. I mean, when was the only time besides now that I haven't suffered through one of these?"
Sam looked thoughtful and shook his head. I had to admit it was strange not suffering through the constant pain trying to rip my head apart. Dean's sudden cough brought me back as he walked over towards the garbage can and spat a bunch of fries into the cheap plastic bags.
"What did you expect if you shoved your mouth with food?" I heard Sam say his head shaking his head in embarrassment. I looked over at Dean who was wiping his mouth off with a hand towel. His glare at Sam made me chuckle and went back to my food.
"Do we have a case?" Dean asked dropping into the chair next to me and swiping one of my hamburgers. I opened my mouth is mock anger but shrugged and took another bite.
"Yeah," Sam said and flipped his laptop so we all were staring at the screen. "Family in Grand Rapids is experiencing a Poltergeist." I instantly recognized the news article I had found before Sam came back to our hotel room.
"So are you gonna go?" I asked crumpling the thin paper that surrounded my hamburger and tossed it behind me. Dean watched as it bounced off the edge and into the garbage can. He patted my shoulder with congratulations.
"Not until tomorrow at least. The dinner rush at the fast food joint was crazy!" Sam said and walked over towards the garbage to throw away what was left of his food.
"Alright, then we'll leave first thing tomorrow. Don't forget to pack your things." Dean said standing up and taking the last hamburger.
"I don't have anything so I'm packed already." I said with a smile. I marched into the bathroom and closed the door to jump in the shower. I let the warm water drizzle over me letting my eyes close with pleasure. When I opened my eyes I saw a figure standing outside the shower curtain. I let out a forced chuckle thinking it was Dean and I slide the curtain slightly as I still wanted to be modest. But when I peered over the edge I saw nothing. No form. No nothing. I shrugged and grabbed a towel from the over head shelf and wrapped myself in it before I stepped out just in case Sam or Dean opened the door. Which only happened once. It was embarrassing for everyone.
"Blood never lies." I heard someone whisper in my ear. I flipped around and stared at dark smoke with dandelion yellow eyes. Before I could scream, to alert there was trouble the smoke covered my lips. "How much longer are you going to be playing around like this?" The figure whispered harshly into my ear. "I told you these are your brothers. Now finish our agreement or next time I won't be so easy on you." The smoke vanished as a knock rapped on the door.
"You done in there?" It was Sam. I let out a slow sigh and grabbed my clothes I had been wearing that morning and threw them over my still damp body.
"You're clear." I said and opened the door. My wet hair fell in rings over my eyes as I pushed my way out and back into the room. "There's still some hot water. But I'm not sure it's a lot." I wrapped my hair in the towel and sat down at the table staring at the wood.
I woke up early the next morning laying next to Dean. His strong arm was wrapped protectively over my waist. I carefully lifted his arm off of me and walked over towards the table stopping for a second at Sam who snored lightly. I smiled and sat down at his laptop and quietly opened the lid. I had to move the screen so the light wouldn't wake up my two sleeping companions. I opened the web browser and typed in Grand Rapids Hospital into the search engine and the first five results were of the website dedicated to it. I heard a moan coming from Sam's bed and I quickly cleared the search history and closed the laptop lid. Sam's body fell limp again. I didn't chance another search and decided I was going to stay awake until they both woke up.
