I don't own any rights to Supernatural. Just to Christina. If this is similar to any episode it's all mere coincidence. As far as I know this is an original story. Please comment and Enjoy! Also all rights to the makers of Chucky. May you all burn in Hell.
Chapter One: Killer Doll Movie
Christina's POV
"So what is Chucky about?" I asked carrying a beer and a large bowl of freshly made popcorn into the living room at Bobby's.
"Think, Toy Story meets Frankenstein." Dean said holding the movie in his hands. By the picture of the creepy doll on the cover, I was not going to like it one bit.
"Why is he holding a knife and has that demented look on his face?"
"It's a horror movie." Sam said taking the bowl of popcorn out of my hands tossing a few kernels into his mouth and sat down on the left side of the couch.
"Well, I hate horror movies." I said with a shrug. Dean and Sam looked at me as if I had grown a second head. "What?"
"You practically live in a horror movie." Dean said. "So this shouldn't scare you. And if you get scared and have nightmares...I'll call you a sissy for the rest of your life."
"You're a jerk." I grumbled and I sunk into the couch already feeling my stomach twisting uncomfortably.
"You coming Bobby?" Dean asked playing around with Bobby's new television set, after he "accidentally" sent a shot gun round through it after the last time it wouldn't turn on.
"You idjits are crazy." Bobby snarled walking in pulling his arm chair next to the couch. "Horror movie with only beer and popcorn?"
"There would be more snacks but, Jelly-Dean Doughnut there," Dean stiffened and I realized what I had just said. I gave a soft chuckle before turning back to Bobby, "ate all the other snacks. Cause he's full of Jelly!" Sam, Bobby and I started to laugh as Dean's ears started to turn a pink color.
"Laugh it up, Fuzzball!" Dean snarled motioning to my wild case of static filled hair.
"Can't take that." I said with a smug smile. "Han Solo gave that insult. Sorry."
"Just watch the damn movie and we'll discuss it later." Dean growled and sat next to me reaching over and yanking a handful of popcorn and shoved it into his mouth. Even through the first ten minutes of the movie I could tell I wasn't going to sleep well for a while.
~DSCWin~
My eyes were still glued to the television screen as Bobby, Sam and Dean were snoring next to me. As soon as the credits started to roll I jumped when I head one of Bobby's phones start to ring. I had to calm my heart down as I stood up and walked over towards the phone marked Home.
"Bobby Singer's place," I said my voice starting to shake slightly.
"Uh...hi." It was an older gentleman's voice that seemed to push my fear out of me completely. It sounded like dad. But I knew that was impossible. "I was told by someone to call Mr. Robert Singer if I needed some help."
"Well, he's currently unavailable." I said sounding like I was a toddler telling a complete stranger my dad wasn't able to talk. "I would love to take a message for him."
"Well, okay." I heard the man take in a shaky breath. "Would there be any chance Mr. Robert Singer could send someone to my house in the next couple of days?"
"Certainly, my brother's and I could be there as soon as possible. May I get your address please?"
"Oh, yes, I'm so sorry, I'm live in Atlanta Georgia." I wrote down Atlanta Georgia in the book of clients and cleared my throat.
"What's your name? Please?"
"David Birch." He said and I wrote it down next to his place of residence.
"Alright, Mr. Birch. Expect to see us in about sixteen hours. Will that be okay?"
"Yes, just please hurry." I placed the phone back on it's designated slot and turned around nearly jumping out of my skin as Bobby now stood in front of me.
"Fuck," I muttered gripping my chest. "Bobby you really need to start wearing heavier shoes or need to smoke so you wheeze when you walk. Don't ever do that again. God."
"Who was that?" He asked his voice soft.
"Mr. David Birch. Called us for a case at his home in Atlanta Georgia." I said ripping out the piece of notebook paper looking down at my surprisingly neat handwriting even though I shook as I wrote.
"Best get them two idjits up." Bobby said patting my shoulder before walking towards the fridge to taking out a bottled water.
I let out a sigh. I wasn't going to get any sleep anyways. Since the memories of the killing doll still stained my brain. I carefully walked up to Sam and shook him gently on the shoulder. "Sam!" I whispered shaking him roughly. "Sam!" His eyes shot open making me jump once again. Damn you jump scares! I thought walking over towards Dean who was snoring loudly even with his head leaning back on the top of the couch. "Dean!" I snapped not worrying about keeping quiet. He stirred but only let out a snort before falling back to snoring. "DEAN! WAKE UP!" His green eyes shot open his breath hard.
"You bitch," he groaned clearing his throat. "That is not a way to wake someone up, that carries a gun with him always."
"You should listen to yourself." I hissed kicking his feet out of the way. "Get up, we have a case in Atlanta Georgia."
