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Christina's POV

I shivered on the hood of the Impala while I sipped at my coffee. Sam and Dean were leaning up against the side and I just was watching Dad work. But it was short lived when I kept hearing Sam bickering about how much dad was treating us like kids at a store then adults that we were.

"I mean, we can help there," Sam said his eyes glaring at Dad's back. "I mean, he asked us to come help hunt these things and now we're sitting on the sidelines."

"Stop it, Sammy." Dean groaned. I shook my head and finished my coffee. The warm liquid settled in my stomach as I slid off the hood and found a plastic grocery bag in one of the police cars that surrounded the scene.

"Guys will you two grow up," I hissed walking back to them and stepping in between them. "I mean come on." They looked at me my hands on my hips. "I mean it. I kind of understand why dad doesn't want our help. He's just as stubborn as the rest of us, he is our father."

"You can't call him stubborn unless you've seen him from the start." Sam snapped making me look up at him my eyes wide with confusion.

"Sam are you feeling alright?" I asked narrowing my eyes and gently grabbing his arm. "You've been on one since Dad came back. What's going on?"

"It's nothing." Sam said shrugging his arm out of my grip and I felt Dean pull me to his other side for protection. Sam's eyes darkened as he held his tongue when dad showed up his hands in his pockets and his head down.

"What's going on?" Dean asked as dad walked up to us his hands deep in his pockets and his head down.

"It's them."

"How can you be sure?" Sam asked his voice grumbling slightly. Dean and I shot him a look of annoyance and he took it as offense. "What I'm just making sure we're heading in the right direction."

"We are." Dad said evenly. "And back to your question Dean. A 911 call came in about ten last night and when the cops got here the body the couple found and the couple are gone. Missing."

"So it's vampires?" I asked feeling my stomach twist into knots, as memories of my last encounter with them buzzed around my brain.

"Yeah." Dad held out his hand and we saw something white in the middle of his palm. "They left this."

"A vampire fang?" Dean asked scrutinizing the tooth in dad's palm.

"It's actually a tooth," he corrected closing his fingers around the small objects. "Vampires have a second row of teeth that falls when they are about to feed."

"So how exactly do we find them now?" Sam asked still glaring up at dad. I felt like an intruder as I stood and watched. Dean seemed like the referee as he griped Sam's shoulder.

"We do what your sister suggest head west and look for an abandon building." My cheeks turned pink as I saw them look at me. God, I hope I'm right. I thought as I rubbed the back of my head. "Come on you three." He turned and walked towards his truck only to glance at the Impala and then at Dean. "You better take care of this car before it rusts. If I didn't think you could have taken care of this I wouldn't have given it to you."

Sam gave Dean a sideways glance as we both climbed inside the Impala, since Dad shook his head towards me and I ran to the back sliding in. "Don't say anything either of you." Dean said glaring at Sam then back at me.

"Wouldn't dream on it." We both said making Dean look at us unsure.

End of Christina's POV

~V.S.~

Sam's POV

I was driving in the dark while Dean was reading a book about vampires while adding information by Christina who was looking at her own notebook. "So now you're saying they can come out in the sun?" Dean asked adding the recent news to the paper.

"Yep," she answered back rubbing her eyes slightly as she didn't have her glasses on. "They look like everyone else, which makes it really hard to detect. You know if they're one if they hit on you when you're all alone."

"Experience?"

"Sadly yes." She shook her head and closed her notebook to let out a long silent yawn.

A cellphone jingle filled the impala and I could tell by the way Dean and Christina shifted in the car it was dad. "Yes sir," Dean answered making my eyes narrow. I felt something twitch in my stomach. "Alright will do." He hung up his cellphone and placed it in his jacket. "Turn at the right here. Dad has a feeling that's where we're needing to go." Something started to grind down on my anger at his order not at Dean's but at dad's. Instead of following blindly, I stomped on the gas and pulled in front of dad's truck making him slam on his breaks as I pulled the impala until it stopped just inches from his bumper.

"What the hell!" Dad screamed as I jumped out of the Impala and him out of his truck meeting me halfway in between.

"How can you keep using us?" I screamed as Dean and Christina stepped in between me and Dad who looked as though he was ready to punch me. "How do we know we're heading in the right direction?"

"Because I said so," Dad yelled back inching closer even with Christina's efforts to push him back. "Why are you so stubborn! I'm trying to keep you from making mistakes and leaving your family behind like you did when you left for Stanford!"

"As memory serves you're the one who threw me out and said not to come back!"

"Enough both of you!" Dean's voice rang through the fighting causing everyone to close their mouth making the only noise we heard was the soft chirping of crickets. "Look we can't work together if you're constantly fighting! Now please relax!"

I shrugged Dean off of me and started to walk away rubbing my hands over my face hard making my skin start to burn. Once again Dean steps in to try and solve everything. I thought I heard two sets of doors open and close tight behind me as I saw Dean and Dad drive off in the truck while Christina waited patiently for me to come back on the hood her hands clasped together in between her legs. "What are you doing here?!" I yelled still fired up from dad.

"Waiting for you to talk." She said calmly still staring at me and sitting still. "So whenever you're done feeling bad about yourself and want to come back to meet up with Dad and Dean I'll just wait here until you do."

I took in a deep breath filling my lungs with the cool midnight air before I took several steps back to the car and leaned up on the roof. "How can you follow someone you barely even know?"

"Are you talking about Dad or you and Dean?" She answered looking at me with her large hazel eyes. "And the answer is simple. Cause I know what you say is a good thing to do. Sure I may choose my own way of doing it, I mean I can think for myself, but it's nice to know there's other options out there besides dad's ,besides yours and besides Dean's."

"But why do you still follow dad? I mean he didn't once ask you to leave and live a normal life. He got you still hunting you could be off somewhere with a boyfriend."

"I'm still a hunter Sam." She said evenly. "Dad did ask why I got into this way of life. I told him that I found it and I love it. Yeah it's dangerous and I could die from it, but I know that what I do is protecting innocent lives."

"But you weren't forced into this way of life like Dean and me." I said clearing my throat. I could tell I wasn't making any sense. My mind was swimming around me trying so hard to comprehend what exactly happened.

"I may not have been raised like you and Dean, that part is true. But I'm a Winchester and Winchesters are hunters. I was bound for this way of life since the moment I came down into this world. I was meant to find you and Dean. And we were meant to work this case together with dad. So why don't you put the past behind ya and lets get goin'." She slid off the hood and almost skipped to the passenger side door but stood there staring at me. "Sam, dad loves you. He loves Dean and he loves me. But you were the one son he was happy to see try and live a normal life. He may not have shown it when you left for Stanford but he was very proud that you took control of your own life. But he is still dad. That's something none of us can change."

I watched her climb into the Impala and close the door tightly behind her. I guess she's right I thought climbing into the drivers seat and pulled the Impala straight heading down the road.

End of Sam's POV