There will be some spoilers in here. This does take place in Episode, I believe it to be, five of season 1 which is titled "Bloody Mary". I don't own anything with Supernatural. The only thing I own is Christina Winchester. That is all. (Yes I'm calling her Winchester now. ^_^) Please comment and Enjoy.

Dean's POV

The sky was gray when I maneuvered my Baby, a black '67 Chevy Impala, into an empty space in front of the Columbus medical center. I glanced down at the time and rubbed the sleep that began to creep in them. Being only 26 I was used to driving and staying up for long hours without sleep. I guess that's why I was still around, still kicking, still being well me.

I turned off my car and glanced over to my right were my 22 year old brother Sam bolted upright his breath fast as if he had a dream about running a marathon. "Easy tiger," I said placing a hand on his shoulder. His tan jacket fell slightly off his shoulders but he quickly fixed that. "What to talk about it?" I asked knowing about the nightmares my brother was now having.

"No," Sam said sternly twisting his body around and stared at the building that sat behind us. "Where are we?"

"Columbus." I said opening my door and stepping out into the brisk morning air. I never did like big city smells but being cooped up in a car, even my car, for a long time I tend to miss the difference. I took a step towards the building and noticed movement in the back seat. A mess of blonde hair and red fabric caught my attention. I had forgotten about my third driving companion. A girl. A little sister I still had doubts about. Her large Hazel eyes stared at me through the window before she sluggishly got out making me take a step into an abandon Jeep Cherokee.

"So you weren't going to wake me up?" She asked throwing off her large red hoodie and tossed it in the back seat of my car. Her navy blue tank-top barely starting to slide off her shoulder. She absently fixed the strap and went to my trunk. "What?" She asked as she opened it up and reached inside. For several minutes I stared at her, wondering how much she looked like my and Sammy's mom. The blonde hair the eyes, the fighting spirit. But I quickly shook that off when she came back throwing a black button up shirt over her shoulders and closed my trunk gently enough to stop me from flinching and stood there a large yawn escaping her lips.

"Alright," I said snapping out of my haze of remembrance, "Let's get to work."

~Winchester~

I was amazed at how well, Christina had handled herself as she flirted her way into letting us see the body of a middle aged deceased man with missing eyes. What surprised me was how she never looked or acted queasy when we studied the man alone, as she had flirted with the boy before he had left us.

"Geeze you men are so easy." She said when the door closed behind him. "So what did they say the cause of death was for him?" She asked looking more like a curious kid then a woman in her early twenties.

"Brain hemorrhage." Sam said grabbing the clipboard. I took out my homemade EMF detector which was as dead as the stiff that lay in front of us. "But there's no sign of anything that could cause one."

Sam and Christina looked at me as I shook my head putting the EMF dectector into my pocket. "Dead as the guy on the slab." I said I saw Christina roll her eyes and tilted her head to one side staring into the empty eye sockets of the man.

"I don't think it was a hemorrhage." She said but mostly to herself. She grabbed a latex glove from the box next to Sam and pulled it on. She carefully lifted the lid and stuck two of her small fingers inside. The squishy sounds made my stomach twist. I never like to admit it but sometime I do loose my appetite around dead people. Even though I was a hunter and death was a common thing to find on hunts.

"Expected nothing less." Christina said pulling out her fingers. Something other then blood stuck to her gloved finger. "Eye residue." She let out a small gag and quickly tossed the used glove into the waste basket besides me.

"What does that mean?" I asked trying really hard not to look down at the used glove.

"It means the eyes liquified. Most of the residue was sucked up by the body while a faint trace stayed behind." She forced a smile I could see she was trying to stop herself from gagging. "I still wonder how I could managed to keep myself from falling apart when I was alone." She said again mostly to herself.

"Well," I said kicking the basket away from me. "Let's go talk to the kids. Maybe they can tell us more about their dad." We all nodded in agreement and Sam threw the sheet back over the victim before we left the room.

"Did you find anything useful?" The man asked his eyes drifting over towards Christina who was retying her hair into a ponytail. I felt my blood boil as I saw the smile creeping on the sleaze's face. I took a protective step in his line of vision. Am I doing this because she is my sister? Nah, it can't be. It doesn't make any sense.

"We expect to get a good grade on this." I said my eyes burning a hole through the boys head even though I had a smug smile on my lips. "Thanks for your time."

"My pleasure." He said unaware of my glare. He stood up and handed Christina a small piece of paper. "Call me, later." He said and we left.

"What did he give you?" I asked her as we stepped outside. She had stopped momentarily before crumpling the paper and tossed it in the garbage can a few feet away from the steps. It disappeared inside the pile that was already there.

"His number and email address. Too bad he won't get anything." She bounced down the stairs her long ponytail swinging from side to side. "Nasty creep." she muttered and we climbed into the car and I smiled as it roared into life.