Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Dean unfortunately, but Chrissy, Charlie, Tristan, and everyone else is mine.
(Quick Author's Note) I realize that Sam and Dean get a cameo part so far, but they do show up a lot more later. Before I start writing, however, I'd like to dedicate this story to my best friend EVER, Chrissy. We've known each other for almost thirteen years, and she has been the basis of a lot of my characters (Andy in "Fear" [Chrissy is pretty much anti-social, the waitress in "Payback [Chrissy is also a waitress after school, and Allana in "CinderHacker" [Chrissy is just like her. All of Allana, except for the looks, is based off Chrissy), and now I'm basing the looks and origin of Chrissy in this story off my friend. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1: Unwelcomed Visitors
"Hey, Chrissy," said an old woman with a heavy jacket and sparkling blue eyes.
"Hello, Mrs. Willard," Chrissy said, rubbing her glove clad hands together and pulling her parka tighter around her small form.
Chrissy Matthews was a young twenty-four year old ghost hunter in a small town in Michigan called Frozen Springs. The town really lived up to its name. The weather never reached above twenty degrees, but the water never actually froze. Chrissy Matthews was originally from London, so she was used to colder weather, but not this cold. She had a heavy accent, thick black hair, dark blue eyes, and a figure to kill.
"Cold day today, isn't it?" Mrs. Willard asked, "And yet the lake still isn't frozen."
"That's not that surprising," Chrissy said with a smile, "How's Maggie?"
"She's good. She won't eat the dog food we bought her, though. I'm not sure why."
"I'll have to buy her some other food, then, won't I?"
"You're too sweet, Chrissy."
"Thank you, Helen. Have a nice day."
"You too, sweetheart."
Chrissy went back to the book she had been reading on a small bench on the pier. People bustled around her with cups of coffee and hot dogs. No one else seemed to mind the weather.
Suddenly, she heard a woman calling for help.
"Help, that man stole my purse! Help!"
She looked up and saw a tall man with blond hair running down the wooden pier with a small black bag in his hand.
She jumped up, leaving her book there, and charged after the man. Her well trained legs pushed forward, despite the weight brought on by her heavy black boots. She jumped over a stroller with skills enhanced by years of training.
She was gaining fast. The man ahead of her looked back and gasped. Another man sprinted up next to Chrissy and she looked over. He had dark brown hair and deep green eyes. His obvious muscles rippled with every step. She sprinted harder and faster. They were closing on the edge of the pier when the thief stopped. Chrissy tackled him and grabbed the small black purse as all three people fell into the icy water below. She punched the blond man as he broke the surface.
"Who the bloody hell do you think you are?" she asked the darker haired man.
He held out his hand, "I'm Dean Win-"
"I know who you are, dumbass! You're a Winchester. I mean, what the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm trying to investigate an angry sp-"
"Shut up, ass hole! I know what hunters do! This is my territory. Michigan is my bloody territory!"
"Dean?!" called a young man with longer brown hair, "Dean, are you okay?"
Dean looked up, "I'm fine, Sam!" He looked at Chrissy, "How about we talk about this over a couple beers?"
"I've got a boyfriend, stupid!"
"Why are you so crabby?"
"This is my town! My state! You're not supposed to be here!"
"Fine, let's get out of here. You're gonna freeze."
Suddenly, Chrissy realized that she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt under her parka, and she was freezing. Her teeth started to chatter. She grabbed the thief by the back of his jacket and pulled him to shore with the purse safely over her shoulder.
"Thank you," said the woman that owned the purse, "Thank you, Chrissy."
Chrissy smiled, "Anytime."
She grinned as a tall man with black hair and brown eyes walked up next to her and kissed her cheek, wrapping a warm blanket around her shoulders.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine, Tristan."
"You're shaking."
Chrissy groaned as she heard sloshing behind her. She looked back to see a very wet Dean crawl onto the pier, shaking. The other man, Sam, rushed over to his brother.
"You've got a lot of nerve to show up here after all these years, Winchesters. You're father wasn't welcome here, what makes you think you two are?"
"Our father?" Sam asked.
"Don't be stupid. You surely know what your father and his stupid friend did, don't you?"
The two shook their heads cluelessly.
"You really are bloody idiots!"
Tristan wrapped his arms around her tightly, "Come on, Chrissy, let's get you home and warmed up."
She nodded, "Just one second."
"Sure."
She walked up to the two men in front of her, "There aren't any more possessions here, so get lost."
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked, confused.
"You're idiot father beat my mother up when she was possessed until when he exorcised her, she was pretty much dead. I lost her that day, and I refuse to lose anyone else, so bugger off before you get hurt."
Leaving the two brothers confused and a little disappointed in their father, Chrissy turned and walked back to her boyfriend.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yes."
"What was that about?"
"Just some old unfinished business I had to take care of. Don't worry about it."
"Did they have something to do with your mother?"
"Let's just say that they knew the guy."
"Okay."
Chrissy climbed into the passenger's seat of her Ford Explorer while Tristan slid behind the wheel.
"You sure you're okay, Chrissy?" he asked, eyeing her carefully.
"I'm fine, baby, don't worry."
"Well, I have to. It's kind of what I'm here for."
She laughed, "Okay, well, I'm still fine."
"I'm glad. That water must have been icy."
"Well considering the fact that I'm shaking, and cold, I'd say, yes, it was."
"Smartass."
"But you love me."
"True. Do you have to work tonight?"
Chrissy cringed. Yes, she had to work, but not at what he had thought. She had told him that she was a waitress at an old restaurant out of town. Her real job was saving people from everyone's worst nightmares. Tonight, she was going to be hunting an angry spirit the next town over. It really hit close to home. Her father was mysteriously killed by the same type of spirit. No way was she about to let this one go, but she did feel bad about lying to the man she loved.
"Yes, I do. Sorry," she said, a grimace spread across her beautiful face.
"Oh," was all she got in reply.
"I'm sorry, Tristan, I really am. But you know how my boss is, and Michelle quit last week. Jason's really short on help."
"I know, but it's been a while since we last had a night to ourselves. I just miss that, you know?"
She nodded and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Hey, you're wet!" he joked.
She laughed and punched his arm, "Shut up."
"You're too nice for your own good, Chrissy."
"Hey, someone has to be. Otherwise this town would be doomed to Hades."
"Why do you keep making these references to mythology."
"Because it's fascinating. And you're learning something by it."
"Like what? That it's annoying?"
"You know what? Shut up."
Tristan laughed as they pulled up to a big black gate. Tristan pushed a button on a small black box and was greeted by an older man's voice.
"Hello?"
"Charlie, it's me, Tristan," Tristan said into the speaker.
"And Chrissy!" Chrissy added.
Tristan laughed, "Yeah, and Chrissy."
"Hello, good to have you back."
The gates opened and the two pulled up a long driveway. The house at the end was huge. Three stories with thick white columns in front. There were flower beds on either side of the porch and tall hedges at all corners of the house. The property was surrounded by tall trees for privacy.
Tristan's father and uncle had built the home from the ground up. When his father had been diagnosed with cancer and his uncle had died of a heart attack, Tristan had decided to finish it himself. He was twenty when he finally finished it. And that's when he met Chrissy.
(A/N) So that's the first chapter. Next chapter (a flashback) coming soon. Please read and review.