Happy New Year Everyone! May i start this new year with a supernatural story based on the episode "Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things"! Please comment and enjoy this. Thank you so much for following and I hope I don't disappoint.
Christina's POV
It was very awkward laying on the backseat skimming through my pictures of my long-distance boyfriend and my almost four year old son.
"Please I'm begging you, Sam." Dean said as he shook his head. "This is stupid."
"Why?" Sam looked both shocked and hurt at the same time.
"Visiting Mom's grave. I mean it's just an empty grave. No body."
"There's a headstone at least."
"Yeah, bought and paid for by a great uncle we don't even know." I was rolling my eyes. They had been fighting for three hours about this.
"That's not the point Dean." Sam grumbled.
"Then tell me what the point is, Sam. Enlighten me." Dean snapped. Did they forget I'm back here?
"It's not about a body, or a casket. It's about her memory."
"Yeah." Dean was lacking the enthusiasm.
"Look nobody asked you to come. You can drop me and then we'll meet up at the Roadhouse."
"It's not gonna happen, Sam. I mean, me being stuck with people I barely know making awkward chitchat."
"Then let's go see mom." I finally had enough. I had sat up making Dean pull far to the left, which we all were all happy there wasn't anyone in the other lane.
"How long have you been listening?"
"For three hours." I said my eyes narrowing. "I was going to sleep but I thought 'Hey whatever Sam and Dean are fighting is way more important then sleep'."
"No one asked you." Dean snapped.
"Well, it does involve our family so technically you did."
"So do you want to see mom?" Sam asked and I saw Dean glare over at me.
"I would love to see mom." I said making Dean groan and tapped on his breaks making me sit back in the seat before stepping hard on the gas.
~*DSCWin*~
It was strange watching Sam kneel down in front of a headstone with In Loving Memory Mary Winchester 1954-1983. I know I had only met her briefly last year, while my brothers and I took on a case in the old house Sam and Dean had grown up in. I looked up from how Sam was kneeling down digging in the dirt to where Dean was walking and staring down at a headstone a little ways away. I gently touched Sam's shoulder who looked up then nodded as I heard solemnly towards where Dean was standing and looked down at the head stone that said, Loving Father on a plain gray headstone.
"Dean." I said running my hand up and down his arm. He looked like he was about to cry. "You know I miss him too. So does Sam."
"Why though?" He asked in a way that made me wonder if he was talking to me or the headstone. "Why miss someone you barely know."
"I miss mom. I know I hardly knew here. I saw her once. The only memory I have of her is of her saving us from that evil entity back in Lawrence." Dean looked at me his eyes slowly clouding over with tears, but he refused to let them fall.
"Do you think when we were fully healed and awake before dad died seem out of place?" I thought back to that day. The day Dean and I were being chased by a reaper in the hospital. The fact our bodies were dying and seconds later we were fully healed and then we lost dad.
"I'm sure there's a reason we survived. Dean, you're scaring me. I'm pretty sure you're scaring Sam."
"What if he finds out about what I have to do? What dad had asked me to do if we can't save him."
"Then I'll be standing next to you to help you out. That's what families are for." He smiled at me wrapping an arm around my shoulders before glancing up next to a tree with a lone headstone out of nowhere.
End of Christina's POV
Dean's POV
I let my arm drop and started to walk towards the tree that was surrounded by a large circle of dead grass around a tree that looked as though it hadn't been watered in months.
"Is it dead completely?" Christina asked as I walked and knocked hard. Hollow it was dead. I looked around a the circle then bent down to brush some dead leaves off the headstone.
"I wonder," I began and looked around until I saw the gardener walking pushing his wheelbarrow towards another plot a few yards away. I motioned for Christina to follow me which she did without question. "Excuse me." I said to the gardener and we shook hands. "I was wondering if you could tell me who Angela Mason was?"
"Sorry. English very bad." His Mexican accent was really thick and it was hard for me to understand him. We nodded our thanks and walked off to try and find someone who could help.
"How 'bout that guy over there?" Christina pointed to a man wearing a crisp suit shaking hands with recent mourners.
"Worth a shot." I said and we walked over.
"Hello," The guy in the suit smiled and we shook hands with him. "You two looking to a plot of land?"
"No we're not actually." Christina said with her sweet smile that was only used when helping to get information from the locals with questionable events that happen.
"Then what can I help you with?"
"What can you tell me about Angela Mason?" I injected.
"Well," The man started thinking back. "I myself was in charge of the funeral that was three days ago. Poor Angela was a delightful girl. Promising future had just gotten into college. Then there was her car accident." Both Christina and I bowed our heads respectfully before the funeral director nodded. "Her father is a professor over at the college. Here's his business card. I was going to get rid of it, as I usually do after I call on the families to see how they're holding up."
"Thank you for this." I said gently taking the card and placing it in my jacket pocket. "Have a good day."
"You two as well." We waved goodbye and met up with Sam who was now standing next to where Angela Mason's headstone was and we walked to the car. "Angela Mason, she was a college student; her funeral. Three days ago."
"And?" Sam looked confused as the three of us walked quietly yet quickly out of the cemetery towards the parked Impala.
"You saw her grave sight. Everything dead around it. Not only that it's in a perfect circle. Nothing's buzzing your hunter senses?"
"Maybe the grounds keeper went a little heavy on the pesticides." He shrugged.
"There wasn't any pesticides, chemicals or anything that could explain that." Christina said then went silent as she usually did when she felt bad for interjecting my thoughts.
"Okay then," Sam said shaking his head. "What do you think it is, Dean?"
"I dunno. Unholy ground, maybe?"
"Un-What?" Sam was shaking his head.
"Unholy ground." I repeated. "Remember back in Cedar Rapids? The farmhouse. The grounds, animals, pretty much everything in a twelve foot circle was dead."
"I remember but-"
"Could be a sign of a demonic presence. Or it's Angela's spirit, that's very powerful." Christina and I watch as Sam nodded his head a few times before climbing into the car. "Well, don't get to excited." I grumbled as I climbed into the drivers seat and Christina took the back. "You might pull something."
"It's just..." we sat for a moment coming up with a battle plan of what to do next. "Stumbling onto a possible hunt? Here of all places?"
"What else would it be about?" I dared and Sam sighed.
"Just forget about it." Sam finally said sitting back into the passenger seat his arm resting on the top of the seat.
"You know what Sam, you believe what ever you want. Me and Christy feels something's going on. Since you dragged my happy ass over here, we could take a couple of hours maybe even a day out of our hectic schedule to check this out." Christina's head shook as I ranted and raved.
"Alright. Fine." Sam said after a minute of looking into my eyes and my face lit up with a smile. Finally a hunt...hopefully.
"Alright, first stop the college. The girl's dad was a professor. Let's see what he knows."
End of Dean's POV
