"Christa?" Shyanne asked sleepily the next morning.
"Shut up," Danielle said, pulling the blankets off of her, "Come on. We're going to eat."
Christa was already ready to go to breakfast. She was in the other room with Sam, Dean, and John.
"Well I guess we could just home school you guys," Sam suggested.
They had been talking for a while about what they would do about moving around all the time. They had figured out the same system that John and Teresa had both used. They would leave the girls in a motel and give Christa a gun just in case. Schooling would be a problem though.
"That'll work," Christa said, "We can do the work while were in the car. We used to do that."
Dean nodded. "Sounds good. Okay, Im starving. How long does it take them to get ready?"
Christa smiled. "As long as it takes them to stop fighting."
The six of them were in a diner an hour later. They talked about hunting and the girls' mom. Eventually they got back to the topic of their uncle.
"We just want to know what he did," Sam said. He'd been trying along with Dean and John for a while.
"Just let it go!" Danielle said before storming out of the diner.
Shyanne looked worried. "Great. Now she's gonna be in a bad mood," she mumbled.
Christa got up and followed Danielle out.
"Hey," she sat down on the curb next to her, "You didn't have to leave like that. He was just trying to help."
"I don't need his help."
"Well neither do I but he was trying to be nice. That`s all."
"And we're just supposed to go join this family? We don't even know them. They could be worse than Henry!"
Christa shook her head, "No they couldn't..."
Danielle rested her head on Christa`s shoulder.
"I just wish it was us and mom again. That would be perfect."
"This might not be so bad," Christa said, "You just have to give it a chance and try not to cause too much trouble."
Danielle rolled her eyes. "I don't cause trouble."
"Do too."
"Do not."
Dean walked out awkwardly. Sam had sent him to talk to the girls. They were his daughters, after all. He wasn't going to listen but John told him to go so he did.
"Uh... hi." He sat down next to them.
"Hi," Christa said. She nudged Danielle.
"Hey," she said reluctantly.
"You guys okay?"
"Fine," Danielle said. She got up and walked to the Impala and got in.
Christa sighed. "Sorry she's just... angry."
"At me?"
"No. Just in general I guess. Its been hard this past year. Henry liked Shy but he hated me and Danielle..."
"What`d he do? Did he hurt you?"
"I'm just glad he's gone." And with that she got up and joined Danielle in the car.
John left, without telling anyone where he was going as usual. Sam and Dean sat in the front of the car. They were on their way to Wisconsin.
Danielle punched Shy who burst into tears.
"Would you knock it off?" Christa said impatiently.
"Nope."
Christa shoved her back and Danielle crossed her arms over to chest and turned to look out the window. Dean snickered. The girls had been fighting for hours even with Christa in between them. It was dark now and it wasn't long before Danielle and Shyanne were asleep again. Christa slid over the seat and sat between Sam and Dean, at Sam's request. He hoping to find out more about Henry.
"So-" Sam started.
"You want to know about Henry," she stated.
"Yeah. What did he do to you guys?"
Christa sat silently for a moment.
"Just about everything I guess..."
Sam looked at her, wondering what she meant by that.
She sighed. She knew she would have to tell them eventually.
"He liked Shyanne. I guess that made everything worse. Danielle thought she was betraying us or something by being nice to him."
Dean nodded.
"Maybe she was just scared," Sam said.
"She was terrified, but Danielle didn't understand that I guess."
She pulled up her sleeves to show a ton of scars on the arms. There were burns from a cigarette and cuts that looked like they must`ve been deep.
"Damn it," Dean said angrily under his breath.
"Besides that he used to beat me and Danielle." She sounded like she was going to say more but she stopped.
"What?" Sam said after a long silence.
He waited a few minutes before he got an answer. Christa was crying now.
"He... he used to uh..." she lowered her voice to a nearly inaudible whisper, "rape me..."