This is one has been one of the most intreging episodes I have seen, since starting this show to write. I hope I have been doing it justice and has given you guys something to enjoy. One more chapter of this episode and I am going to do the next episode titled "Benders" for the next one. I'll try and get that finished within a couple of chapters. Then afterwards would be the episode everyone has been excited to read. "Shadow" will reunite John with his three kids! Please be safe from storms and sicknesses. -DSCWIN

Chapter 28

The next day was grey and deary as Christina watched as Sam and Dean got dressed into their priest's garb while she remained in her pajamas and tank top. She typed on Sam's computer talking to anyone that might have an idea on what was happening to the area she was at.

"You sure you don't want to come with us?" Dean asked tossing on his suit jacket.

"Quite." Christina said not looking up. "If anything happens I'll give you a call." She watched as Dean and Sam nodded as they headed out of the hotel. She then sighed as she refreshed her email to see if she had gotten a reply but found it empty. She let out a sigh as she heard her cellphone ringing beside her. "I'm not going with you." She joked as she had assumed it was one of her brothers begging her to come along.

"Care to repeat that?" The man's voice was deep and all to familiar to her.

Christina froze when she heard John's voice on the other end. "John?" she asked feeling anger boiling into her chest as the paper from the journal was still in her pants pocket.

"Yeah..." John said sounding a little awkward as he gave a soft chuckle on the other end. "Your number and my son's is so close together." He said giving another random chuckle. "I'm sorry that I called. I think I hit your number by mistake."

"Uh...which one were you trying to call?" Christina asked quietly typing in John's number to know where he was for curiosity sake. The program she had seen used on countless hunts buzzed to life slowly and she rolled her eyes at the crappy internet connection.

"Sam..." John said clearing his throat. "I got a voicemail that got me concerned."

"About Dean?" Christina asked quickly forgetting she was trying to sound like she was not affiliated with Sam and Dean, as she wanted him to say that he was her father without any prompts.

"Yeah. How-How is he?" John asked not hearing the prompt in her voice or had pretended not to know.

"He's alive. Sam and I found a way to save him" She said trying to hear any kind of reaction in his voice. "Sam and him are out talking to a family just now. For a hunt here in the town we're in." She said looking over at her pants and the piece of paper that stood just barely out of the back pocket. That same anger began to boil now as she tried to control it before things got really messy between the two.

"You with them?" John asked carefully. It was like was doing the same thing she was doing. Trying to stall just long enough to know where each person was currently at.

"No. I'm doing some research." Christina said not sure if she should have said anything but decided against it. This way she would know where he was at and if he was close by confront him for what he had done.

"I see..." John's voice trailed off and Christina wondered if he had gotten the location by the way he heard him mumble something on the other end. "It was Christina right?"

"Yes." She said harshly, as she prepared for an argument that might end any chance of a relationship between the two.

"Thank you for helping them. They need someone strong like you to be with." He said making Christina look confused and taken completely by surprise. "Well, thank you for letting me know about Dean. Hope to see you all soon." He quickly hung up making Christina look foolish as she kept sitting there, her phone pressed against her ear.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she was excited to see her father. But that excitement also had resentment as of what he had done to her. She felt torn between telling her brothers that she talked to their Father but felt if she did, Sam might push them into going out to search for him. She shook her head as she decided to get dressed as it was nearing ten in the morning and she felt strange still in her pajamas.

~DSCWIN~

Christina worked on a crossword puzzle when a woman in a plain red tee-shirt and dark pants briskly walked up and set a bag on the counter near Christina.

"Alright," the woman said with a happy voice. "I got Two double cheese burgers. One without pickles, avocado, tomatoes and red onions. One with pickles, no avocado, tomatoes on the side and red onions." She watched as Christina nodded. "Then I have the Grilled Chicken Salad with ranch, thousand and vinaigrette on the side."

"Yep that's mine." Christina said with a smile. She pulled out her small wallet and pulled out some money before handing it to the lady. "Keep the change." She said with a smile before folding the crossword puzzle and picking it up along with the bag full of food. She walked out when she saw Dean's Impala parked right outside of their hotel room and Christina carefully jay walked across the street.

"Where the Hell have you been?" Dean shrieked once Christina walked through the door. "We leave for less then an hour and come back to find you were gone."

"Not my fault." Christina said with a shrug and setting down the food on the table. "I went out to grab lunch. I figured you two wanted food to eat."

Dean mumbled a few words as he pulled his jacket over his shoulders. He slumped down at the table to search for his own food to eat.

Christina looked up when she saw Sam walking out of the bathroom before slowly sliding down to sit next to Dean. "Why are you boys back. I thought you were wanting to talk to the family since Frank died."

"We did." Sam said his eyes starting to glaze over as he was deep in thought. "But Max turned us away and we figured we'd dress into street clothes to talk to try and find out more about Max's old home. We both think Jim and Frank were cursed."

Dean nodded silently as he sunk his teeth into his burger.

Christina gave a slight disapproving look at her oldest brother before sliding down into the chair. "Are you wanting me to come with you two?" Christina asked not in a way that suggested she wanted to stay.

"Yeah, if you wouldn't mind." Dean said over his half eaten cheeseburger in his mouth. "I like to make sure all my siblings are not getting hurt."

Christina rolled her eyes as she slowly began to eat. "You doing alright, Sam?" She asked before taking a bite.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just not sure why Max didn't want to talk about his childhood home. Why we needed to leave it alone."

"Well, maybe he found an item that scared him." Christina said with a shrug even though she knew it wasn't the case. "Maybe he doesn't want us to get cursed. Not like it matters."

"Our lives aren't cursed." Dean said not seeing a piece of lettuce on his chin.

"Well, it hasn't been quite rainbows and unicorns either." Sam said before he looked over at Christina. "Your life cursed too?" he asked seeing her head slowly nod in agreement.

"It's been hard. But I'm still deciding if finding you two was a blessing or a curse." She said the corners of her mouth curling into a smile. "Guess we'll just have to find out." She glanced at both of her brothers who couldn't help but smile as they couldn't help but think of the same thing.

~DSCWIN~

The neighborhood Dean turned down was quiet and slowly moved with day to day life. Dean slowly lifted his hand and pointed to a modest home just off to the side and stopped a couple of houses away. "That's it right there." Dean said looking at it.

"I highly doubt the family living there would let you go walking into the house." Christina said as she climbed out of the back once Dean and Sam stepped out.

"Who said anything about going inside." Dean asked seeing a couple of neighbors standing and talking to one another. "We're going to do some talking first."

The three Winchesters slowly moved to the two men and smiled warmly at them. The two men nodded their hello and thought maybe they were brand new to the neighborhood.

"Good afternoon," Dean said shaking hands with the two men. "Name's Dean. This is my brother Sam and sister Christina. We're friends of a family that I hope you can point me in their direction."

"Sure who are your friends?" One of the two men asked.

"The Millers?" Dean asked not trying to become obvious as to who they were looking for.

"Jim and Angela?" the other man asked. After getting nods from the three the man continued. "Yeah they don't live here anymore. Moved about five years ago."

"Oh guess we should have called more often." Dean joked.

The first man frowned before he took in a shaky breath. "How's Max doing?"

"He's surviving, after he has to deal with the loss of both his uncle and father." Dean said looking at Sam who was starting to show signs of pain.

"Well I hope he's doing better now. Don't get me wrong but it's a good thing both of them are dead."

"Why's that?" Sam pushed out trying to ignore the head spitting pain he was feeling.

"Well, because of the abuse." The second man said solemnly. He watched as Dean and Sam moved closer to listen to the second man while Christina stayed back her face twisting into a frown. "There wasn't a day that went by when Max was abused. Frank, the uncle, lived next door and he'd be there hitting that poor boy all the time. Called the cops but they never stopped it. I wish I could have stopped it when I kept hearing him scream."

"What about Angela?" Dean asked looking back at Sam before looking at the two men.

"She would pretend not to notice." The First man said shaking his head. "If she had been Max's real mom, I don't think anyone would have been able to touch him."

"Angela's not Max's mother?" Sam asked before a blinding hot pain shot through his head instantly getting both his brother and sister to his side.

"Is he alright." The second man asked as they both tensed up wanting to run to Sam and help him but Christina, though a good foot small then her brother, was already on her way back to the car with Sam.

"He's just really tired. He had hoped the articles we read weren't real." Dean said quickly looking over his shoulder as Christina managed to help him into the front seat. "Uh...thanks you two." Dean said waving quickly and rushing back to the driver's seat. "Sam what is it?"

"Another vision." Sam grumbled his eyes squeezed shut and sweat was beading down the side of his face.

~DSCWIN~

The light flashed and Max stood staring at Angela as she stood to cut up vegetables. They had been talking most likely about what they both were now going to do.

"I'm thinking on finding a job so bills would be hard to pay." Angela said as she continued to cut up the vegetables.

Max loomed over to her and was fighting back anger and raw emotions. "Not that you'd have the ability to stop things from happening." He said his voice breaking as Angela turned around to look at him her face twisted in confusion. "You didn't stop the hitting! You just stood there and didn't lift a finger!"

Angela opened her mouth to speak as her body was forcefully slammed into a small wall making her let out a cry of pain. But the look in her step son's eyes knew she would not get any sympathy from him. "Max...Max I'm sorry..."

"It's too late!" Max said still standing in the doorway of the kitchen. "Dad and Uncle Frank died knowing what they did to me was wrong and they paid the price! Now it's your turn, Angela."

Angela's eyes went wide as the knife she had placed beside the bowl on the counter slowly rose in the air and moved so that it was only a few inches away from her eye. Tears were starting to roll down her cheek as Max stayed ten feet away and was angrily crying as he stood there. "Max...Max please I wanted to help. I'm sorry that I didn't." Angela cried not able to move away from her current situation but could feel her hand rising up and being forced to grab hold of the knife's handle.

"It's too late, Angela." Max said as tears of anger slipped out of his eyes. "It's far too late."

Angela let out a scream as her hand with the knife flew towards her entering her into the face. Her body became limp as her body slowly slid down the wall a thin blood trail dying the wall beside her as the knife stayed at eye level into the drywall.

~DSCWIN~

Sam let out a gasp as he felt the vision end. He looked over at Dean who didn't need to be told what to do as he quickly pulled out into traffic heading to the Miller's place.

Dean glanced over and could see that Sam wasn't feeling his best. He saw how pale his brother was every time he would glance over. He could see how tense everything was as they drove and he cleared hist throat to say something. "Hey, if you're going to hurl, let me know." He said as they sped down the roads. "You know because of the upholstery I'll pull over."

"Shut up..." Sam groaned but couldn't help his lips to curl upwards. He knew this was how Dean was when it came to stress, he would try and ease the tension by a joke.

Dean smirked as he glanced over at Sam who was slowly relaxing as they reached the Miller's house.

All three leapt out of the car ,once Dean had pulled inside the driveway, and rushed to the front door. Sam reached out and grabbed hold of the handle ready to body slam the door in case it was locked, but smiled when it wasn't. He was pushed inside by Dean and Christina who quickly ran down the hallway but froze.

Max was standing in the doorway and the knife was indeed hovering at eye level of Angela, but Angela was alive. Max was confused to seeing the three standing there.

"Max," Sam said softly raising his hands to show he was unarmed. "Max put down the knife and let your step mother go."

Max looked shocked once they found out that Angela wasn't his real mom and began to wonder what else they knew. "Why should I?" He asked his voice shaking.

"Max, please." Sam said silently telling his brother and sister to raise their hands as well. "Let her go. We can talk about this."

Max looked over at Angela whose hand was being raised up against her will before it fell back down and the knife clattered to the ground. Angela gradually fell to the floor as Christina rushed to her side while Dean and Sam pulled Max to the side. "You have five minutes." He said as he walked behind Dean and Sam. As he walked he noticed a small strange bulge in the back of Dean's jeans.

For a few minutes the only sound was the soft sobbing of Angela, until the house split with Dean and Sam trying to calm down Max who was now holding Dean's gun. As Christina and Angela came to investigate what was going on, both girls were sent flying back. Angela had caught the corner with her forehead while Christina sat dazed up against the kitchen wall.

"You're wanting to kill me!" Max screamed as he stood there brandishing the gun at both Dean and Sam. "What kind of priests are you?"

"Max, were not priests." Sam said slowly. "But nobody has to die. Put the gun down and we can just talk. Just me and you."

Max slowly nodded before leading Sam into the livingroom. He still held onto the handgun but Sam was happy that Dean, Christina and Anglea were allowed to leave and get somewhere safe. For now.