It was supposed to be longer but computer messed up, deleted it, and I couldn't figure out how to get it back. So here's a shorter chapter since I have no patience to write a whole another long chapter after all ready writing it once.
So yeah, I put an author's note on the last chapter. If anyone's noticed that, they'd know I'm considering putting an OC in the next episode chapter to participate as Chris' love interest. I already know he's going to be a normal man, no idea about the supernatural. But any ideas for names or personality traits, quirks, maybe a dark secret he's trying to hide in his past would be a big help. And don't worry, they won't fall in love right off the back. It's a long show so it'll suck if everything happened in the first season. Spoiler Alert: First season would mainly consist of Chris and OC starting to bond, realizing they like each other and all that jazz.
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Dean tried to forget they're argument and walked on into the building. "Just forget it, alright. Sorry I brought it up."
But Sam was never one to forgive and forget. "I respected him!" He said following. Chris trailed behind shaking her head. "But no matter what I did, it was never good enough."
Chris scoffed, crossing her arms as she was drawn into the argument. "At least you got the chance to try, I was just forgotten and thrown away." It was one thing to grow up the way she did, it was another to know she wasn't as loved much as her brothers to at least keep.
"You were never thrown away!" Dean protested although he sounded more like he was trying to convince himself or make excuses for dad. "This family was not a disappointment for dad."
"Was it?" Sam scoffed, not believing a word. "I've always have been."
Chris was getting sick of this fighting, it just served to make her irritable and soon enough she'd be dying to hit something. "Boys, can we save the fights for the between hunts?" She demanded, face pinched. They had enough stress trying to save people, all these bottled up emotions were going to be the end of they're little trio.
"Why?" Sam scowled, to pumped up to just let it die. "Growing up away from this family, you had the chance to be normal, but you still became a hunter anyway."
Chris was growing frustrated by the minute, head thrown back and face flushing in anger., "Trust me, I would have given anything to have a real family. Not just people I can't make a home with because all they're interested in are child support checks."
Sam breathed deeply, trying to calm himself. This certainly wasn't the worst argument they would have in the future. "In our whacked out little family, I was the freak just because I wanted to go to school and live my life instead of bow hunting or hustling pool." He was speaking with his hands now.
Chris turned her head to look away from him,"And so what, now I'm the freak because growing up without being in the Winchester pack, I still made my way into the hunter community." She still had Winchester blood running through her veins, she was cursed to be followed by the supernatural the day she was born even though none of them really knew they're family history, how both sides were so involved that there was no way it wouldn't drag them into it as well.
Dean grinned trying to joke, "You two seriously are reminding me of that blonde chick from the Munsters." Chris remembered that show, she used to watch it all the time when she was little, her favorite show. It was about a family of monsters, the blonde chick being the only one that looked the most human. In human standards, she would have been considered very beautiful among her peers. But because she was born in a family of monsters, she was considered an outcast among her relatives.
Sam shook his head, "Most dad are proud when they're kids get a full ride. Most dads don't toss they're kids out of the house." The dumbest reason possible to be disowned.
"Parents die everyday." Chris picked awkwardly at her nails. "Not every parent gives a child away only to keep the others." She wasn't upset she'd ben given away. She was more upset about him keeping her brothers and leaving her for dead.
Dean looked at Sam first, "I remember that fight. In fact, I seem to recall a few choice phrases coming out of your mouth." Then he turned to Chris. "And there has to be a reason dad gave you up, something more than something stupid like you looking to much like mom."
Sam looked away. "The truth is, when we finally do find dad," it was when, not if. "I don't know if he's even gonna wanna see me."
Chris looked sullen, feeling a heavy weight settle in her chest. "I still bet he'd be more excited to see you than me." Who would you rather see, the son you disowned at adulthood four years ago or the daughter you abandoned as an infant twenty two years ago?
"This family is not a disappointment." Dean protested. "He was scared." Sam and Chris shared identical 'what the hell' looks. Dean signed and explained to Sam, "He was afraid of what could've happened to you if he wasn't around." So clearly he wasn't as worried about Chris. "But even when you two weren't talking...he used to swing by Stanford whenever he could. Keep an eye on you. Make sure you were safe." He turned to Chris, "And don't think for one minute I don't know you keep that picture you found of you in dad's motel room back in Jericho." Chris looked away, practically feeling the spot she kept the photo burning. Dean shook his head, "Let's just go, we'll be late for our appointment." He left them behind as he hurried away.
After reaching the college classroom, Chris glanced around, brain already thinking about possible exits and anything to use as a weapon she could find from first sight in the classroom. It was just a thing she did every time she entered a new room for the first time. The professor looked up from the bones they found that he was examining. "So you three are students?" He sounded confused which made sense since they'd never entered this room before a day in they're lives.
"Yeah, uh, we're in your class-Anthro 101." Sam stuttered they're lie.
Chris plastered on a grin, "My favorite class, personally." She had never actually sat in an anthropology class before.
Dean brought his attention back to the matter at hand. "So what about the bones, professor?"
The professor turned back to they're find. "This is quite an interesting find you made." He picked up the skull with a curious expression. "I'd say they're one hundred seventy years old, give or take." Chris let out a low whistle, damn. "The timeframe and the geography heavily suggest Native American." Chris mentally started thinking about everything she could remember on native Americans from her history class, it wasn't much since she had a habit of zoning out.
"Were there any tribes or reservations on that land?" Sam was the one to ask.
"Anything that might pinpoint a tribe these bones could belong to during that time period." Chris suggested. She glanced around the room again, just an ordinary everyday modern classroom. Nothing wrong or out of the ordinary to be seen, she relaxed just a little. After a lifetime of hunting, she never fully relaxed.
"Not according to the historical record." The professor was saying. Chris forced herself to pay attention, any information could be crucial. "But the uh, relocation of native people were quite common at that time." So the Winchester's and native Americans had something in common: never staying in one place for to long.
"Well are there any local legends?" Sam asked, trying something else. Chris glanced up at Sam and back to the professor. "Oral histories about the area?" After all, not everything had been written down in history.
"Well," the professor thought for a minute. "You know, there's a Euchee tribe in Sapulpa." Chris committed that to memory, it looked like it would be they're next stop. "It's about sixty miles from here." Certainly not the longest they've driven in one sitting. "Someone out there might know the truth." Let's hope so, it was they're next lead.
With nothing left to keep them there, the Winchester's left with a new destination in mind. After getting directions, Chris found herself standing between her brothers in front of an old Native American man playing solitary at a local diner. "Are you Mr. Joe White Tree?" Chris asked politely. The man silently nodded, looking bored with the three white strangers on his Native American land.
Sam took up the conversation. "We'd like to ask you a few questions if that's alright." The man said nothing, Chris noted.
So Dean started the conversation with a, "We're students from the university." It seemed like a very convincing lie to Chris.
Joe's permanent scowl seemed to deepen. "No, you're not. You're lying." He accused. Chris shared a startled look between her brothers. The last time someone had called them out was during the Wendigo case in Blackwater.
Dean tried to back track, "Well truth is," Chris raised both eyebrows when Dean never got to finish his sentence.
The aged old man interrupted, "You know who starts sentence with 'truth is?' Liars." Chris shared another 'what the hell' look with her brothers. Chris felt frustration well up inside her, they didn't have time to sit here and argue about liars when someone else could be dying right this moment.
Sam beat her to it though, "Have you heard of Oasis Plains? It's a housing development near the Atoka Valley."
Joe didn't answer, instead looked at Dean. "I like him. He's not a liar." Dean's pissed off face would have been funny to Chris if there wasn't other pressing matters to deal with. Chris started impatiently tapping her fingers against her thigh. The motion caught Joe's eyes. "And I like her more to." Joe announced like it was a perfectly natural thing to say. 'What the hell is he talking about?' Chris thought, she hadn't felt this confused since she flipped through her friends' collage biology textbook.
Dean shook his head. "Oh, come on! She's barely said a word! How do you like her more?" He shouted with shaking his arms. It was a good question on everybody's mind.
"She's prettier to look at then you." Dean gaped and even Sam smirked amused. For a moment, Chris forgot they were on a case. For a moment, Chris forgot that someone may be dying via bug attack. For a moment, all Chris did was laugh at Dean's disgruntled look, grinning as even Sam had to give a chuckle. Dean's disgruntled look turned into a frown instead. Joe didn't seem to find anything amusing. "I know the area?" He finally answered Sam's question.
Chris still let out a girlish highly unlike her giggle at Dean's still expression. before straightening up. "What can you tell us about the history there?" Sam asked. Chris turned serious as she remembered the problem at hand.
Joe asked with the same expression he's worn since they walked up. "Why do you wanna know."
Chris decided to get a word in. "Something...something is hurting people and it's all happening in Oasis Plains. We think we can stop it, but to do that, we need to know about these bones. These Native American bones."
Joe looked at the three children compared to himself. He was an old man, wise beyond his years. He had seen a lot of things in his long life. Despite one of them being a poor liar, he knew these three strangers on his land were good, better than most. So he told them the story no one outside they're land and the natives knew. "I'll tell you what my grandfather told me, what his grandfather told him." Chris tugged a piece of hair hanging in her eyes behind her ears so there were no distractions from hearing the story. "Two hundreds years ago, a band of my ancestors lived in that valley." Good, Chris thought, he was a direct descendent so probably the most accurate story they'd be able to find about that valley. "One day, the American cavalry came to relocate them." Chris tilted her head to the side confused, why would they force someone from they're home. "They were resistant, the cavalry impatient." So grade A douce bags over abusing they're power pretty much. "As my grandfather put it, on the night the moon and the sun share the sky as equals, the Calvary first raided our village." The sun shared with the moon, what the hell did that mean. "They murdered, raped." Chris felt her jaw tense, the one thing she hated the most was when a man harmed a woman who didn't attack him first. "The next day, the Calvary came again, and the next, and the next." Chris would never understand how some people could get off on others pain. "And on the sixth night, the cavalry came one last time." How much damage did they inflict during those six nights of torture. "And by the time the sun rose, every man, woman, and child still in the village was dead." Chris turned sullen, it was a sad day when somebody watched as a child was murdered. "They say on the sixth day, as the chief of the village lay dying, he whispered that no white man would ever tarnish this land again." The land of Oasis Plains were crawling with white men nowadays. "Nature would rise up and protect the valley." Chris couldn't think of anything more nature than bugs. "And it would bring as many days of misery and death to the white man as the cavalry had brought upon his people." Six days, Chris started doing a mental count, the bugs had been attacking for, one, two, three...
Dean muttered to Sam and Chris, "Insects, sounds like nature to me." Chris kept counting; four, five...
Joe finished his story, "And on the night of the sixth day, none would survive."
Chris paled ever so slightly as she finished her counting. "Boys, today is the sixth day."
After thanking the man, they hurried to the car talking about their discovery. "Tonight's not just the sixth, it's also the spring equinox." Sam said. The spring equinox, Chris repeated in her mind, happening once every year.
"The sun and the moon share the sky as equals." Dean recited Joe's words from the story.
Chris stopped as they reached the car. "So are we really thinking that any white people in that valley this time of year are in danger of death by bugs." She put a hand to the door handle, pulling it open.
"Larry built this neighborhood on cursed land." Sam sighed, now they at least knew what was going on. Now the next stop would involve actually stopping it from ever happening again.
"Good going Larry." Chris muttered, putting one leg in the car and arms crossed over the open door as they kept on they're conversation. Would it really kill these guys to do extensive research before starting something that may actually kill them first. And now she and her brothers had to get them out of they're own mess.
Sam made the connection first. "If we don't do something, Larry's family will be dead by sunrise." Chris cursed under her breath, it was going to get dark soon, time was running out. "So how do we break the curse?" Sam asked. Chris thought to everything she knew about curses but her knowledge on it was limited so it wasn't much more than the curse objection is killing people. She'd only came across a cursed, of all things, a pencil once during her high school senior year. Three students and two teachers died before she managed to destroy it.
"You don't break a curse." Dean was saying. "You get out of its way." Chris thought a simple curse would be easy when she first learned about it but trust her, it was harder than most hunts she's done. "We've gotta get those people out now." He sounded hurried as if the Pike family could die at any moment. And Chris realized they could while they lived in a cursed landscape. Chris fell into the car and slammed the door behind her. Her lead was followed quickly by Sam and Dean. Sam had barely closed the door before Dean was speeding down the highway heading as fast as they could and probably breaking several street laws to get there.
An hour passed and Matt was now in his backyard with a flashlight. Night had long since fallen and he was once again being worried over the bugs activity that no one but those three siblings had listened to him about. Hearing something, Matt slowly looked down to the ground and crouched to his knees so he could see better. There was nothing but grass so he picked up the large hand sized rock in the grass. The green well cared for grass was suddenly drowning in cockroaches as they came crawling out of the dirt. Matt dropped the rock in surprise and ran as fast as he could to the house, barely concealing his screams.
Not far away, "Yes, Mr. Pike, there's a mainline gas leak in your neighborhood." Dean was saying into his phone. Chris or her brothers knew bugs could attack at any moment and they weren't there to help, so they were trying plan B in case they didn't make it in time. Dean continued, "Well it's fairly extensive. I don't want to alarm you but we need your family out of the vicinity for at least twelve hours or so, just to be safe." Chris was sitting in the back seat, going through her pockets, preparing herself if they needed to fight. "Travis Weaver. I work for Oklahoma Gas and power." But Chris didn't exactly have much weaponry when it came to facing bugs. Seriously, Chris muttered under her breath. What she needed wasn't a knife against an army of bugs, she needed a blowtorch. I, Chris, looked up when Dean suddenly closed his phone panicked, throwing it in the seat between him and Sam.
"It didn't work." I guessed, putting what would probably be a useless knife back into my inside pocket.