Authors Note:
Hey guys, I know this chapter is shorter than the usual and I haven't been updating that often, but please just hang with me. I'm back in school so I'm super busy and I've been having major writers block. Anyways, sorry I'm making so many excuses but please be patient with me. Also, leave reviews! It helps me get inspired to write more! Thanks!
Human
(Day four)
The next day we take off early rushing through the city as fast as humanly possible, anxious to leave. After about an hour on the freeway we stop for breakfast. All I order is a coffee which surprises the brothers because I haven't eaten that much for the last few days. The three of us sit at a table in silence eating and drinking. Eventually I can't take the silence anymore so I speak up.
"So...I know we have to get to your friends house and everything...but can we do something... different today?"
"Different how?" Asks Dean, far more involved with his burger than with what I'm saying.
I roll my eyes. Yet another Ten O'Clock burger for Dean. "I don't know... I haven't had fun in a while."
"Tough break little missy, hunters don't get to have fun," he says with a mouthful of meat.
I look over at Sam who's eating his salad like it's the best thing ever.
"Geez Sam, think you're enjoying that salad enough?" He snaps out of his salad trance to look up at me confused. That causes me to laugh a little and slightly lift my gloomy mood.
"Maybe we can go see a movie?" I suggest.
Sam and Dean both immediately look up at me eyes wide with shock.
"NO!" They shout in unison.
I jump back shocked from there reaction. Dean sets his burger down for the first time and looks me straight in the eye with a spark of frustration.
"I am NOT watching some chick flick romance! We are not going to the movies," he says.
"Okay okay fine!" I scoot out of the booth mumbling, "I'm going for a walk."
"Not without us you're not," Dean grumbles.
"Oh come on you guys! Can't I just be on my own of a second?!"
Dean answers by scooting out of the booth.
"Come on Sam we're going for a walk," he asserts.
Sam groans lifting a fork-full of salad to his mouth. "You guys go ahead, I'll catch up to you in a while," he mumbles.
I head out of the diner at a fast pace, eager to get away from Dean before I start fighting with him again and break our "truce". I jog across the street to a small pond with a few ducks and start walking. I hear footsteps behind me rapidly approaching.
"It's gonna be harder than that to loose me little missy," Dean teases. I shove my hands in my pockets and keep walking ahead without looking back or saying a word.
"Hey, would you slow down?!"
I keep walking faster and I try my best to ignore him.
"Cristina, slow down!"
Before I can start jogging again he grabs on my arm ripping it from the pocket.
"I told you to slow down!"
I yank my arm free from his grasp and continue walking forward.
"You really should listen to me Li-"
I whip around and approach him dangerously. "Dean, if you call me little missy one more time, so help me god I will-"
"You will what?" He asks testing me.
I feel anger rising in me. If it's a fight he want's, then that's what he'll get. I throw a punch at his jaw but he's to quick and catches it.
"Your technique's sloppy Christina."
I let out a small laugh. "It's all part of the plan Dean."
His brow furrows in confusion. "Wait what plan?" He questions.
I quickly shove my right leg behind his and push on his chest causing him to trip and fall backwards into the pond. As soon as he's in the water my anger sheds and I start laughing hysterically. He surfaces to see my laughing and grimaces but can tell he's holding back a small chuckle of his own.
"Okay now I'm pissed!" He yells at me teasingly getting himself out of the water. I start sprinting away from him as fast as I can before I reach a street fair.
"He won't be able to find me in here," I think. I make my way through the crowd of people quickly before seeing a sign that reads -Hot Pretzels-. Maybe I was hungrier than I had thought. I pull out my wallet and buy a pretzel. I sit on the nearest bench congratulating myself on how I outsmarted Dean when I hear a voice.
"You sure as hell better share that for getting me all wet!"
I look up to see Dean standing there dripping wet from his earlier 'swim'. I suppress a laugh and move over on the bench so he can sit down. He puts his hand out as if to ask for a piece.
"Dean...you can't be serious."
"Hell yes I'm serious! Give me the damn pretzel!"
"Go get your own!"
He snatches the pretzel from me before I can even take a bite. He takes a huge bite and sits back, obviously pleased with himself. I cross my arms over my chest and sulk, angry that Dean got my five dollar pretzel.
"You need to lighten up Cris," he says while chewing.
"Oh shut up, I'm perfectly damn fine." Just then my cell phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Cristina is that you?!" Asks a familiar voice.
"Mark?"
Dean stops chewing and looks over at me suddenly tense.
"Where are you?!'
"I'm on my way to south Dakota, why?"
"Dinas grave, it was dug up!"
I wince, not knowing how to break the news to him. So to make things easier on me, I pretend to not know what he's talking about.
"What...really?"
"Yes! Who would of done this?"
"I umm I don't know... hey listen Mark I gotta go! I'll talk to you later! Bye!"
I quickly shut my phone before letting Mark say another word.
"What was that all about?" Asks Dean.
"Oh, it was nothing," I reply. "Hey we should get back, Sam probably has no idea where we are."
Dean nods before getting up, still wet, and leading the way back to the dinner.
Sam is paying the bill when we get back. His eyes widen when he sees Dean who's still wet.
"Whoa, what happened to you?" he asks.
I smirk at the ground as Dean shakes his head avoiding the question. We get in the car and continue driving. After driving for another three hours eye of the tiger comes on the radio and Dean blasts the volume. He catches me mouthing the words in the outside mirrors of the car and chuckles slightly.
"Hey do you know how to play this song?" He asks me.
"I used to. But I don't know if I still can."
"Yea, but you know the words right?" He wonders a small smirk forming on the corner of his mouth.
"Well yea of course."
"Oh here we go," mumbles Sam quietly. Before I can ask what Dean starts belting out lyrics to the song while hitting his hand on the steering wheel with the beat.
A small smile forms on my lips as he sings. "Rising up to the challenge of our rival-Come on Cris!" He yells.
I had never been shy about singing, whether in the shower, or when preforming, hell even when I was driving with Dina. I start singing with Dean and all to soon the song is over. Silence fills the car as the Impala speeds over the highway. Sam falls asleep and I grow drowsy but decide to stay up to keep Dean company.
"So, how much longer do you think we have?" I question.
"Well," he says dragging his hand over his face. "My guess is about two-ish days."
"So we're staying somewhere overnight?"
"Yup."
"Well, what about tomorrow?"
"How is it any different?" He asks.
"Okay look Dean, as much as I like driving for countless boring hours with two guys, I'd really like to...you know, stop being a demon."
He peels his eyes away from the road to glare at me over his shoulder.
"Well what do you want me to do about it ? Trust me, if I could, I would speed this up."
I stay quiet in the back seat not knowing what to say. Sam snores lightly with his head against the window fogging up the glass.
"Alright fair enough," I add reluctantly. Sam wakes up about the time we pull into a motel. We check out a room and get settled in. Just as I grab a beer I hear a rushing sound and whip around. In front of me stands a tall man with messy black hair and deep blue eyes wearing a business suit under a trench coat.
"Hello," he says circling me.
Before I can even ask who or what he is Dean takes a step between me and this new man.
"Whoa Cas. Personal space remember?" He says to the man.
"You two know each other?" I ask.
"Yea..uh Cris, this is Cas. He's the angel that pulled me from the pit."
'Hello..." I return cautiously.
In return he tilts his head slightly at me and then turns to Dean. "She puts you in danger and yet you still help her. Why do you care for her so much?"
I let out a small laugh. "Is that jealously I hear?"
He turns back to me very confused. "I was not jealous, I kept my vocal cords at a steady-"
"Cas!" yells Dean. "Why are you here?!"
Just then Sam exits the bathroom and notices the scene.
"I come bearing news," says Cas.
"Great," Sam chimes in. "Lets hear it."
Cas looks from one of us to another and finally says "You may want to sit down, it's quite a bit."
Sam and Dean exchange worried glances and sit down on the beds. I take a spot on the ground and prepare myself.
Cas gets started as soon as we'r all sitting down.
"The girl is a cambion as you know. But the question is, what pulled her out of hell just as she turned half demon?" he states.
"Yea so, you said you have information Cas, spill it!" Bursts Dean.
"You were all asking the wrong question. Its not what pulled her out, it's Who pulled her out." He pauses again and we all stare blankly at him waiting anxiously.
"Lilith," He says finally.
My breath gets caught in my throat and I forget how to breathe. My whole word comes crashing down on me and I feel my insides crumple up like a piece of paper.
"Lilith?" Asks Sam. "Why would Lilith...?"
"She is a seal." Answers Cas.
"As in one of the sixty six seals that breaks and starts the apocalypse?" Asks Sam again.
"That is correct Sam. The seal says that the first cambion to be raised from hell and walk the earth for 9 days will break the 60th seal. She is much more powerful than either of you know. You remember the boy Jessie? She is exactly like him, except with an adult mind and... experience."
"What do you mean experience?" Questions Sam.
"Experienced in everything. She's a hunter so she is experienced in killing, and she's a demon, so she's also experienced in torture." Answers Cas once again. The rooms falls absolutely silent. Cas slowly walks over to me and wispers, "You know what you must do." I stare at the ground and blink away my hot angry tears. Dean hears the wisper and speaks up for the first time.
"She doesn't have to do a damn thing Cas!"
"Then I must." he responds pulling out a long silver blade with a sharp point. I recognize the weapon immediately, an angel blade. My instincts kick in and without realizing it my eyes flicker black.
Demon
I jump back and whip my dagger out of my jacket.
"Stay away from her," spits Dean struggling to hold Cas back.
"Dean, she will kill thousands of innocent people in the apocalypse," Cas says the volume of his voice slowly rising. He pushes Dean to the side with one strong strike. "I am sorry but I must do this."
Just before Cas lunges forward bright light comes from no where and the angel has vanished. I look up to see Sam standing over a wall with a strange sign written on the wall in blood.
"We have got to remember that one," I think.
Sam helps Dean up and I shove my knife back in my jacket pocket and sit down taking a swig from my beer. Sam has blood dripping from his hand and Dean is dazed from being slammed against the wall. I whip up some hex bags to keep the pesky angel away and then pull out a deck of cards. As I start shuffling the cards I can't help but feel...great. It's so good being back in control, Jesus had I missed this. If I let the human back out I know what she'll do, and we just can't have that now can we?
"Anyone up for a game of blackjack?"
Sam and Dean look up at me dazed. I throw the hex bags at them hitting both right in the chest.
"He's not coming back anytime soon kiddos, you can relax."
"Damn it Cris," mutters Dean.
"Awww what's wrong honey? You miss the pathetic human already?" I reply smugly.
"Go to hell bitch," he groans standing up.
"Sorry sweetheart, just came from there. Why don't you try having some empathy like Sammy over there?" I say sarcastically nodding my head towards Sam who's in the bathroom washing the blood from his hands.
"I'm with him on this one!" Sam yells from the bathroom.
I make my best disappointing face and continue shuffling the cards.
"You're gonna want me here, trust me. If Christina comes back she's gonna kill herself," I cackle.
"No, she wouldn't. She's not that selfish," Spits Dean.
I let out a small humorless laugh and slam the cards down on the table.
"You don't get it do you? You idiotic primate! She isn't selfish. She's going to exorcise herself and kill herself. And then we're going back to hell and she'll turn completely."
"No... we'll find another way. Bring her back, we'll find another way," says Dean with a tinge of desperation in his tone.
"Hmm...Whats that I hear Dean? Do you... ohh you do. You care for this human don't you? I ask smugly standing up.
"Well, I save people. Of course I care," he defends.
I let out a small chuckle. "Oh no no no, you care about her more," I sneer circling him.
All of a sudden I feel a searing pain and collapse.
Human
When I awake I'm tied to a chair. I look down to see I'm in a devils trap. Immediately I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder. I look and see it's wrapped with a plaid shirt. I attempt to touch it and groan. "Ughh what the hell guys?"
I hear Deans low voice cut through the room. "Which one of you..are you?"
"I'm Christina for gods sake!"
He moves closer knife in his hand. "I'm not playing around."
"Whoa whoa! Human! Human Cristina Dean!"
Sam approaches me and unties my hands. "Guys we gotta find a better way to help each other than stabbing each other," he says humorlessly.
"Yea, tell my about it," I groan shifting my elbow.
"Sorry," murmurs Dean.
"Nah, it's no problem. If I was in your situation I probably would of done a hell of a lot worse to me."
"Come on Cris, you need rest," says Dean lifting me from the chair my good arm draped over his neck. He sets me down on his bed and leaves to go shower. I curl up under the covers and before I know it, I'm fast asleep.