CHAPTER TWO

Heat-Seeking Missle (Season 2)

"What's he like – that Dean guy?" The blonde asked Chris, her blue eyes locked onto Dean as if he were a target, and she was a heat-seeking missile. Chris choked on her drink a little, making her cough and set her bottle down onto the bar table. She chuckled, "Well, if you like Metallica, cars, guns, and boobs: then he's your guy."

The woman looked over at Chris, her expression already lost and confused.

Chris smiled faintly back, her emotions battling between are-you-a-fucking-idiot and sympathy. But she couldn't decide which to feel, so she just decided to be polite and let the girl hear what she wanted to hear instead.

"I know he'll like you a whole lot." Chris gave her a quick pat on the shoulder.

"Oh, okay!" The blonde gave a blinding, mega-watt smile and practically skipped over towards Dean and Sam at their table.

It was all so predictable: the way she batted her long, glossy eyelashes, the way she giggled in a high-pitched tone, the way she jostled her blonde locks about. Using her God-given (or artificial) assets to gain the attention she so desperately craves, in return for a one night stand and a swift goodbye. Chris thought it was almost disgusting, the way she fawned over Dean while he, well, does whatever he does to get laid.

By no means was she jealous. Disgusted is the right word to define this feeling.

Sam smiled awkwardly at the two, taking his leave to join Chris at the bar. They clanked bottles, a silent but effective hello for the both.

"So, what brings you here this fine evening?" Chris asked; an eyebrow rose in false curiosity. Sam laughed as a beaming smile graced his handsome features. It was a rare sight to see his smile, and that made Chris even prouder to elicit this from him.

"Oh, you know. I felt bad seeing you here all by your lonesome." Sam leaned back on the counter, taking a swig of his drink.

"Well aren't you sweet. That's why the cheap sluts don't flock to you. You're too good of a person. Your brother on the other hand…" Chris glanced over her shoulder at Dean, who was now apparently, a chair for the blonde who was sitting on his lap.

"Yeah, thanks. Dean will be Dean, though."

"He's good at it." Chris smirked, peering up at Sam from under her long eyelashes.

When it came to Sam, Chris could read him like an open book. It wasn't because he was predictable or anything, it was because he was an honest and genuine person from the heart. And she knew by just one look, she knew what he was thinking, even when he wasn't paying any attention.

Chris swiveled around in her bar stool, facing Sam head on.

"Sam."

With her sudden serious look, Sam jumped back a little with surprise. "W-What is it?"

"You are a good person, Sam. I see it as plain as day, and your brother sees it too. You may not believe it yourself, but there are people that do believe in you. There will be times when you're probably unsure, lost even, but Dean and I will beat you back to your senses. You're Sam Winchester, and that's who you'll always be. Not the Sam Winchester that Lucifer wants you to be. Remember that will you?"

Sam looked at Chris with wide eyes, blinking a few times to fully register what she had said. A broad smile slowly pulled at the corners of his lips, "Thanks Chris."

"What're friends for?" Chris touched her glass bottle to the one in Sam's hand with a light clink. A small grin appearing across her lips before she took a drink.

"Guess what, guys?" Dean came up suddenly in front of them, his eyes wild and full of excitement. "That blonde girl, Jessica, says she's a yoga instructor. Can you believe my luck? Papa's getting it in tonight baby!"

Sam and Chris looked at each other, less than mildly amused at Dean's predicament. Chris peered over Dean's shoulder at the blonde, surveying her with a neutral expression. Her lips turned up into a sly sneer after one look at Dean, "I wouldn't go with her if I were you."

Dean and Sam looked at Chris, their expressions ranging from curiosity to bewilderment. They both looked back at the girl waiting for Dean a couple of feet away, her appearance normal – slutty, but normal. Than looked back at Chris who regarded them with a cool, half-lidded gaze.

"What's wrong with her? She's perfect!" Dean said in an exasperated tone.

"Alright then, have fun!" Chris teased innocently, turning back around to face the bar table. Dean looked at his brother, but Sam shrugged his shoulders in confusion. Dean then headed towards the girl to drape his arm over her curvy figure. Happily, they walked to the exit and into the parking lot.

"Why'd you say that?" Sam chuckled.

"She's a demon." Chris took a final sip of her beer, placing it on the counter with a calm disposition. "Thanks Tom, I'll catch you later." Chris put a few bucks on the tabletop, slapping Sam's shoulder to get him to respond.

"Wait what?" Sam finally came to.

"Keep the change." Chris said over her shoulder, dragging Sam along with her towards the exit.

The bartender gave a stiff nod, picking up the money and stuffing it into his pocket.

"Are you sure? I mean, you just glanced at her! And if you knew, why would you let Dean walk out with her?" Sam rushed out the door, looking around for Dean and the girl.

"That young woman went missing from St. Mary's County three months ago, that's how I know. And look, Sam, you can't just shoot or tackle people in public places. You have to be patient – calm. Getting that sort of attention isn't something you two need right now, if you catch my drift. Plus, I wanted to see Dean look like an idiot, so there's that too." Chris leisurely pulled out a small, black coated lollipop.

Sam made a face, "You keep eating those, what are they?"

"Blackberry lollipops. I'm trying to quit smoking, so this is kind of my—"

"Okay, we should be looking for Dean!"

"You're the one who asked!"

"I know, but right now we—"

"Over there." Chris got out her signature Taurus 822 long slide handgun, the silver of the metal gleaming in the moonlight. It was her favorite weapon: the sheen on the surface made her shiver in excitement.

"Have my back, will you?" She saw Jessica and Dean heading towards his car.

"Don't move." Chris aimed her gun at the back of her head. Dean whirled around to face Chris, but Jessica remained shocked into place. The girl let out a small scream, holding her hands up in the air in defense.

"Chris!? What the hell?"

"Back off Dean." Chris said without even looking at Dean. She kept her glare steady on the back of Jessica's head.

"She's not as dumb as she looks folks," the woman scoffed, "and here I thought I would finally be killing a prized Winchester. And then Scary Carry shows up to ruin the fun! Well, isn't this my lucky day?"

"Your day's about to get luckier, bitch."

Chris maneuvered the gun to point it at Jessica's shoulder. She pulled the trigger, and a bullet spiraling into the demon's flesh. The demon smiled, but after a few seconds, her face contorted into pure agony. The bullet wound where she shot steamed out of her body. The demon wailed, her hands covering the spots that seemed to be on fire.

From her back pocket, she withdrew a small piece of paper with a strange symbol drawn on it and smacked it roughly onto the woman's forehead. The demon looked as if she were paralyzed; her eyes glazed over and grew wide with fear. With a quick chant, the demon poured from Jessica's mouth, the ashen black smoke evaporating into the air and bursting into a huge explosion of fire.

Chris caught the woman in mid-air and set her down onto the asphalt. Sam and Dean stared at Chris with blank expressions.

"What?"