The first little part concludes from the last story and the rest kicks off from the end of the "Asylum" episode and onto my version of "Scarecrow." Movie references will be made also. I own only Chris. Enjoy!

Then

The motel we found was surprisingly decent. For once anyway. I was silent the car journey there, and the guys were keeping a constant watch over me before I snapped at them to quit gawking at me, as if I was some animal in a zoo. I threw my bag down onto the bed and I immediately occupied the bathroom. I crawled into a corner next to the shower and hugged my knees to my chest. Tears began to spill down my cheeks and sobs began to rack my body. My fingers curled the denim of my jeans and I buried my head into my arms, shoulders convulsing.

"I'm sorry" I wept "I'm sorry."

Idiot that I am I forgot to lock the door this time and I hadn't noticed Sam and Dean at the doorway.

Now

I didn't get much sleep that night and I was grouchy the following morning, big time. I scraped my hair into a messy ponytail and threw on my jeans. I huffed and scowled as I laced my boots and I was then aware of Sam staring at me from the kitchenette table.

"What! Have I morphed into a mirror or something!" I snapped glaring at him.

"Chris," Sam stared, "About last night."

I paused and let out an heavy sigh "Just drop it Sam. There's nothin more to say."

Sam kept persisting none the less "Don't lie Chris. I know you too well to realise when something is on your mind."

I rolled my eyes and buried my head in my hands for several minutes before I spoke again.

" Dean sent you to give me the third degree huh?"

"He's worried about you. We both are. You're our baby sister and if something is botherin you, we want to know."

"Jesus! How many damn times! There is nothin wrong!"

"Chris."

"Alright! You wanna know the truth do you? Well here it is!," I stated getting up and throwing my arms out wildly like some demented puppet "Mom is dead because of me! You happy with your answer there Sammy boy!"

I then marched across the room and flung the door open only for Dean to stumble forward. He had been eavesdropping and by my best guess, heard everything. I barged past him and I parked my ass on the dusty ground and rested my back against the Impala door. I had just let off a lot of steam and this was my way of time out.

Two weeks Later

We came back from our latest gig that found me venturing inside an old and abandoned asylum. Once again I had saved Dean's ass and we managed to torch the thing we were hunting. It wasn't until we were all sleeping when I heard the faint sound of a cell phone ringing.

"Chris" I heard Sam murmur as the cell phone continued ringing.

"You can go to hell if you think I'm moving" was the grunt I answered him back with, rolling onto my back and peeking through my drooping eyes at Dean. I hated having to share a bed with him. He stole half of the covers and he either kicked or snored most of the time.

"Get him to answer it then, he's closer " I grumbled.

Sam gave up quickly and answered the phone himself.

"Hello."

He sat upright, fully awake when he heard the voice at the other end.

"Dad?"

That got my attention too and I rose and carefully crawled across the bed, trying not to wake Dean.

Sam began firing Dad questions, he was frantic.

"Are you hurt? We've been looking for you everywhere. We didn't know where you where. If you were okay."

I gazed dumbly at Sam and I felt movement beside me. Dean was awake.

Sam continued "We're fine. Dad where are you?"

Dean sat up and glanced at me and I simply shrugged. We could only hear one half of the conversation. I was desperate for a moment on the phone with Dad. I knew that wasn't going to be an opinion though.

Sam looked confused "What why not?"

"Is that Dad?" asked Dean, a glimpse of hope and relief in his eyes.

Sam only replied to Dad "Your after it aren't you? The thing that killed Mom."

I bit my lip when Sam added "A demon! You know for sure?"

"A demon? What's he sayin?" Dean asked as I tossed him his t-shirt.

A wave of sadness and hidden distress washed over Sam's face "Do you know where it is? Let us help."

I knew that Dad dismissed that statement by Sam's next reply "Why not?"

Dean was now impatient "Give me the phone."

Sam ignored him again "Names? What names? Dad talk to me, tell me what's going on."

Dean then reached over and snatched the cell phone out of Sam's hands "Dad. It's me. Where are you? Yes sir. Yeah I've got a pen. What are the names?"

I sat there like some little kid being left out of all the action. What was going on? Baby of the family or not, I had a right to know. If there was something big going down and we were smack bang in the middle of it, I wanted to be at least aware of an up and coming threat to myself and my family. Then my childish side became in evidence as my eyes went wide and begging and I was soon reaching out like an infant whose teddy was out of reach. As always my acting skills rewarded me and finally I had the cell phone in my hands.

"Dad!" I said with glee riddled in my voice.

"Hey sweetheart," replied Dad, hearing his gruff voice again made me smile, "It's good to hear your voice again."

"You too Dad"

"Listen no matter what happens, you stick by your brothers okay. Use your instincts and keep your nose clean."

I swallowed. I had heard this speech many times in the past and each time it still made me nervous. I was quickly keyed into the situation and that made me feel uneasy yet I still had to stay strong. Physically and mentally. No matter what. We said our quick goodbyes and then the line went dead. I was worried. This demon must be one scary son of a bitch if Dad was ordering us to stay away. It wasn't that though that had me geeking out. What if the demon that killed Mom and Sam's girlfriend found us first before Dad found it. Within an hour we were on the road again.

I glanced at the time on my cell phone and groaned. It was four thirty in the morning. I swear I'm slowly turning nocturnal because my sleep pattern is so out of whack. I was lying full stretched on the back seat with my arms crossed behind my head for support and I let out a lion like yawn. The was no chance of me getting a proper sleep. Again.

Sam was driving "Alright so the names Dad gave us, there all couples?"

Dean replied "Three different couples. All went missing."

Sam answered "And their all from different towns, different states?"

Dean said "That's right. Washington. New York. Colorado. Each couple took a trip cross country. None of them arrived in their destination. None of them ever heard from again."

I sighed rubbing my eyes and sitting up "Well it's a big country Dean, they could have disappeared anywhere."

"Yeah could've, but each ones route took them through the same part of Indiana. Always on the second week of April, one year after another after another."

"This is the second week of April" I said, it's hard keeping track of dates when your on the road a lot but I was shocked to discover that it was April. In a month and two days, I would be fourteen years old. I say I'm already fourteen because it seems easier, and it also sounds better than dopey old thirteen.

Dean nodded "Yup."

Sam sounded a little annoyed "So Dad is sending us to Indiana to go hunting for something before another couple vanishes."

Dean replied "Yahtzee. Can you imagine putting together a pattern like this. All the different obits Dad had to go through? The man's a master."

I frowned as Sam pulled over "What are you doin? Why have we stopped?"

"We're not going to Indiana" Sam said, yanking the handbrake up.

"We're not?" I asked, the tension was rising in the car, trouble was brewing.

"No. We're going to California," he replied, "Dad called from a payphone. Sacramento area code."

"Sam" cautioned Dean. Yup. There was gonna to be an argument.

Sam turned to face us both "Guys, if this demon killed Mom and Jess and Dad's closing in, we gotta be there. We gotta help."

True but Dad had given us an order. We were to stop following him, it was for our own protection. If Dad gave you an order or command, you would not want to go against it. Otherwise you would land yourself in deep shit. Believe me, I speak of experience. The early stages of a fight was stirring.

"Dad doesn't want our help" stated Dean.

Sam stood his ground "Well I don't care."

I smirked to myself. Folks always comment on how I look like my brothers, it's the hair, eyes and facial structure I guess but also in attitude. I have always thought I'm more like Dean but at this moment I could see were I get my rebellious streak from.

Dean was starting to get pissed "He's given us an order."

Sam repeated "I don't care. We don't always have to do what he says."

Okay despite my rebellious side I have been drilled from infancy to obey orders. That's what I have been programmed to do. Even since my near death encounter with vampires when I was eleven, I never want to go against orders again. Like I said. If you don't, it can led to danger.

"Sam, Dad is asking us to work jobs, to save lives, it's important" answered Dean irritably.

"Alright I understand. Believe me I understand but I'm talking one week here man. To get answers. To get revenge."

"That's what Hamlet said. Look what happened to him" I added sarcastically but my witty remark had fell on deaf ears, much to my annoyance as it was my best one yet. I then sighed and leaned further forward.

"Alright look, I know how you feel" I said.

"Do you?," snapped Sam, "How old were you when Mom died? Six months? Jess died six months ago. How the hell would you know how I feel."

That remark was hurtful and I gave him my infamous daggers expression to show him that I was offended. Was there a need to be such a dick. I hoped to hell he would regret saying that to me.

Dean gave me a reassuring glance and returned his gaze at Sam.

"Dad said it wasn't safe. For any of us. I mean he obviously knows something we don't. So if he says we have to stay away. We stay away."

Sam shook his head "I don't understand the blind faith you two have in the man. I mean its like you don't even question him."

Dean retorted "Yeah its called being a good son."

Sam suddenly became animated and climbed out the car.

I rolled my eyes "Where the hell are you going?"

We followed him out the car. He was grabbing his stuff from the truck. I saw this coming. It was only a matter of time before happy families became dungeons and dragons again.

"You're a selfish bastard you know that," said Dean, "You just do whatever you want. You don't care about what anybody thinks."

"That's what you really think" remarked Sam which his rucksack on his back.

"Yes it is"

"Well this selfish bastard is going to California."

He turned his back and started making his way down the dark and empty highway. I had a flashback at that point. It wasn't a happy one if my memory serves me right. It was of the night Sam left for Stanford. I was ten years old.

Dean was pissed.

"When did you apply for Stanford?" he hissed angrily.

Sam gulped but was ready to stand his ground. Then Dad entered the room. He looked at us and the letter in Dean's hand.

"What's this?" he asked taking it from Dean, after he read the first few lines his face had hardened and he glowered at Sam.

"Your not going" he stated firmly, his dark eyes light with a burning anger.

"I am Dad" replied Sam calmly "I'm going to Stanford."

Then it kicked off. Dad started yelling at Sam while Dean just stood there with his arms folded. I swear I saw a hint of jealously in his eyes at that one brief moment. Then Sam gained his courage and started answering back in an equally pissed off tone. Dad looked like he was ready to sock him in the face. I was scared of Dad when he got mad and at the heat of

the argument I scurried over to Sam.

"Chrissie stay back" growled Dad to which Dean came and held me back in case it got violent.

Sam gave me a small sad smile and turned on his heels grabbing his bags as he headed for the door.

"You walk out that door," Dad warned him "Don't you ever come back!"

Sam looked at me and Dean and then slammed the door behind him. I wretched myself away from Dean and avoided Dad as I dived outside and raced towards Sam as he was passing by the parking lot.

"Sammy!" I cried out "Sammy don't go!"

Sam turned, tears falling down his face "Go back Chrissie."

"No!" I replied defiantly going after him again but then I was caught in Dean's arms. Sam turned back and continued walking along the street.

I blinked myself out of my memory and back into reality.

I followed my stare to Sam "Come on your not being serious?"

Sam replied in a cold tone "I am serious."

"It's the middle of the night!," Dean called after him, "Hey I'm takin off, I will leave your ass, you hear me!"

Sam turned around "That's what I want you to do."

He looked at me and gave me the same sad smile from three years ago. I shook my head and turned my head away, biting my lip furiously to stop me bursting into the waterworks like some kid.

"Goodbye Sam," said Dean slamming down the trunk, "Chrissie get your ass in the car."

Without hesitation I obeyed and plonked myself in the front passenger seat and the Impala came to life once again and we drove off into the night, leaving Sam alone on the roadside.

Man was I pissed. I needed something to take my mind of the current situation. Then I came up with an ice breaker which I hoped would lighten the very dark mood that was resting within the car.

"I watched this movie the other night," I began, hoping my moody brother was listening, "It was about some dude who started playing this thing called The Pathway and it turned out he was the sprog of the Devil or something. It was a weird movie. Not like House of Wax though."

I paused for a second. I smirked. I had caught his attention, much to my surprise.

I continued "I felt sorry for the first guy to get killed though."

I shuddered "Made into a waxwork, that is a pretty shit way to die wouldn't ya say. Hey wasn't Paris Hilton in that movie too?."

"Yeah she was. She got impaled through the head by the killer" responded Dean.

"Oh yeah," I giggled, "That was funny. Not like your face when we watched The Ring though. Talk about priceless."

"I dunno what your talking about?"

"Oh dude come on," I laughed facing him, "You so laid an egg when she crawled out that TV."

"Shut up" chuckled Dean, "I tell you a movie that sucked ass was that movie Cabin Fever. You know the one with the flesh eating virus thing in the woods."

"Yeah that did suck," I replied truthfully, "It was gross. I mean that part when the chick is shaving her legs and her skin starts peeling off. Then she runs outside and gets chomped on by a badass Alsatian."

He smiled "She was hot though."

I rolled my eyes and slapped his arm playfully "I liked that movie with Justin Long when it was him and his sister going cross country then they come across this creature thing. I think it turns up every twenty five years and it eats folk. Shame he got killed by it at the end."

"Didn't that thing eat a cop's tongue by making out with his head?" he asked with a grimace.

"I think so," I then paused and frowned, "What was the name of that movie? Damn that's gonna bug me now."

Dean shrugged and the Impala continued down the highway. Indiana here we come.

It was raining when we arrived in our location. I actually managed to grab myself at least two hours sleep on the journey there. I woke to find Dean staring at his cell phone.

"You gonna call him?" I questioned flicking my fringe out of my eyes.

I was then told to stay like some troublesome puppy but when I noticed the rain I was glad I stayed in the car. Dean came back several minutes later and we were off again to search for more clues. The silence was broken by the whirring of the EMF meter.

"What the hell" remarked Dean.

"I got it," I said reaching over and grabbing it as the car pulled over onto the roadside, "Whoa this thing is going gaga. We should check out that orchard. That's were its pointing at."

We climbed out the car and walked into the orchard that we had parked

next to, the smell of apples was strong and sweet, the temptation was too

much and I grabbed two from the leaf strewn ground. I bit into it as I

followed my brother further into the orchard. I love apples with a passion

but they are even better in pie if I'm honest. We scanned about the area

carefully in case we spotted anything. That's when I spotted the

scarecrow.

"Check it out," I said nudging Dean with my elbow, a playful grin on my

face, "Hey, think we should take him to the Emerald City with us."

Dean rolled his eyes and we moved towards the scarecrow. It was a

creepy looking thing with a stitched face, a hat and it was clutching a

hand held sickle in on of its hands. We halted and gazed up at the

scarecrow.

"Dude you fugly" commented Dean.

I racked my brains in thought, it was chilly and I was feeling the

pinch of the cold hitting me in the back of the neck.

"Kinda reminds me of the creature from that movie," I contemplated, still

crunching on my apple, "What was the name of that movie?"

I was ignored and I noticed Dean was up a step ladder examining the

scarecrow up close. It was then clear to me on what happened to the

missing couples. They had fell victim to the scarecrow. The gig had just

got weird.

I waited for Dean in the diner whilst he went to get gas for the car. I

dunno what it was but I was sensing something wasn't right. The whole

town was kinda creepy if I had to be honest. Everything was perfect and

sugary, and for some reason I didn't like it. I musta looked shifty as my

eyes darted about everywhere, scanning every little detail, the owner kept

a hawk's eye on me the whole time, as if I was ready to do a sprint with

the salt shaker. There was a couple at the table next to me, their car had

broke down and the townsfolk were in their element in pampering them

whilst their car was in the garage.

"We're famous for our apples," said the owner proudly, placing two plates of apple pie in front of the couple, "So, you gotta try this pie."

Dammit! I could kill for a piece of that pie I thought to myself as my mouth watered.

The woman shook her head politely and tried to refuse. The owner insisted nonetheless.

"No. It's on the house."

He turned his head in the direction of the entrance, I followed his gaze. It was Dean. Finally. I was starving, my stomach musta thought my throat was slit or somethin'.

"Hiya Scotty," he said, "Can I get a coffee. Black."

He smirked and sat down at our table. We both watched the couple devour the apple pie blissfully. I licked my lips hungrily. Dean's expression mirrored my own.

We turned our heads and said in a freaky unison "Oh and some of that pie too while your at it."

I blinked suddenly. Oh good God. I was beginning to sound more and more like Dean. That wasn't a good thing. I just hoped that I would have the chance to eat something before Dean started annoying the townspeople.

He faced the couple "How you doin', just passin' through?"

The woman replied with an awkward smile "Road trip."

Dean nodded "Same here."

I pinched the bridge of my nose and I looked up to notice Scotty with his beady eyes on us. Scotty then ventured across to the couple with a pitcher of apple juice. He poured the content into their waiting glasses. His glare once again fix on Dean, it made me feel very uncomfortable that's for sure. I fidgeted in my seat, trying to keep cool, but I could feel my foot twitching which was a clear sign that I was nervous.

Scotty sounded irritated "I'm sure these people wanna eat in peace."

I retorted with a mumble "Just a little friendly conversation."

Dean quickly reminded Scotty about his coffee. To hell with coffee I thought, I wanted some of that pie!

He returned his glance to the woman again "So what brings you to town?"

"We're just out for gas," answered the woman, "and guy at the gas station saved our lives."

I raised a quizzical eyebrow "Is that right."

The dude spoke up then "Yeah, one of our brake lines was leaking, we had no idea, he's fixing it for us."

I pulled a strained smile "Nice people."

Yeah right. This town had a creepy Stephen King vibe about it. I could tell that Dean had the same feeling as me and we shared a quick glance.

"So how long till your up and runnin'?" Dean asked the dude.

"Sundown." was the answer.

"Really?," said Dean with a curious expression on his face, he leaned forward, "To fix a brake line?"

The dude nodded and looked slightly puzzled. I don't know that much about cars apart from the old thing or two, Dean was the resident car mechanic in the family.

Dean then added "I mean, I know a thing or two about cars, I could probably have you up and runnin' about an hour, I wouldn't charge you anything."

The couple smiled politely but the offer was rejected. Dean shot me a glare to which I shrugged a reply.

Dean was starting to probe further "You know, it's just that these roads. There not that safe at night."

The couple exchanged a bemused expression. Oh boy! This is gonna be awkward I told myself mentally.

"I'm sorry?" asked the baffled woman.

"I know it sounds strange but you might be in danger."

Talk about major face palm moment. What a perfect and delicate way to break it somebody that their life was in pearl. Wait. Hang on. I'd probably say it the exact same way.

The dude turned to Dean "We're tryin' to eat. Okay."

Dean nodded. I gave him a shift, sharp kick on the shin from under the table.

"Ow," he hissed, "What was that for?"

"For being a moron," I growled back, "That's why."

Dean still was letting the matter drop. He returned his attention back to the couple, who were clearly spooked.

He smirked "You know our brother could give you his puppy dog look and you'd buy right into it."

I smiled to myself. I use the same method, a pout and large eyes, in order to get my own way. Then again the effect was wearin' thin as I was getting older. You couldn't say no to my puppy eyes when I was five. It would be like kicking Elmo.

Scotty returned from the kitchen. To my disappointment and hidden wrath, there was still no sign of the pie.

"Thanks for coming sheriff" said Scotty wandering towards him.

They began whispering. Crap. This was a signal that we had out stayed our welcome in town and surprise, surprise, Sheriff "Woody" approached our table.

"Like a word please." he said.

"Aw come on, I'm having a bad day already" moaned Dean.

I snorted and shot him a dagger. He was havin' a bad day. First of all I get dragged outta bed in the middle of the night after Dad's mysterious phone call. Then Sam marches away in a strop after an argument with Dean. Now were stuck in Stephen King land. I haven't had anything to eat in hours. I'm sleep deprived and I have a movie playing in my head that I can't even remember it's God damn name! If anybody was havin' a bad day, then it was me.

Sheriff "Woody" leaned against the chequered table cloth "You don't wanna make it worse."

Once again we were run outta town, which is typical Winchester style.

I slouched in the passenger seat, my stomach was still gnawing away like some hungry creature. It rumbled angrily which echoed throughout the car.

"Is that your stomach or mine?" asked Dean.

"Mine," I muttered rubbing my tired eyes, "What's the plan now Edison?"

"We're goin' back tonight" was my reply.

I nodded and rested my head against the window. I watched nature fly past me before I drifted into a brief slumber.

Later that Night

We drove back into Burkitsville several hours later. Night had fallen and the moonlight pooled onto the highway in an attempt to lift the fog that was being cast over. A freight train ploughed above us as we passed a bridge. After all those hours, I still couldn't figure out that Justin Long movie. It was makin' me grouchy as I usually have a photographic and sharp memory.

The fog had clouded over the orchard that me and Dean visited hours earlier. I stuck close to my brother as I wasn't that keen or getting lost in some freaky apple orchard with a murderous scarecrow. I was relieved when I was allowed to have a shotgun. Normally it was either a small handheld pistol or my silver knife that I was allowed to handle. Dad and Dean were never really that confident yet in giving me anything bigger as I was still technically training. I had proved myself on my first werewolf case when I was twelve when I ganked the sucker with a shotgun, that I grabbed in a panic. I didn't kill it but I did give Dad enough time to get up and kill it himself with a silver bullet.

We cautiously picked our way around the orchard, armed each with our own shotgun. I suddenly heard shrieking coming from our left.

"Come on let's go!" I said charging of in the direction of the screams.

"Wait! Chris! Dammit girl, wait for me!" came Dean's annoyed grunt as I ran out of his sight.

I paused for a second to make sure Dean caught up with me. I have to admit, out of everybody in my family, I come top trumps when it comes to running. I'm kinda like Road Runner, Speedy Gonzalez and the Gingerbread Man rolled into one when it comes to stamina and speed. We rushed off again when the screams continued. They grew closer until we skidded right in front of the owners of the cries. It was the couple from the diner. They looked relieved yet shockingly surprised to see us. The woman gawped at me in shock when she saw me with a shotgun in my arms. I shrugged at her and stood like a poised cat, ready to spring at any sudden movement, with my gun at the ready.

"Get back to your car." Dean told them firmly, as the scarecrow came into view.

"Go! Go!" I yelled at them as me and Dean aimed our guns at the scarecrow.

Dean was the first to fire, then me, but the son of a bitch kept coming at us. Dean shoved me ahead of him as we ran from the scarecrow, he whipped round the odd time to shoot at the ugly bitch, but damn was it persistent. The couple's car appeared and we dashed towards it. I scanned about the area with my gun cocked and ready to fire, Dean doing the same. Nevertheless, the scarecrow had vanished.

"What the hell was that!" gasped the dude.

"Don't ask!" replied me and Dean.

The Next Day

I cracked my neck from side to side as I woke in the car. It's better sleeping in the backseat, that way I have the opportunity to sprawl out. I also hadn't noticed that Dean had been talking away to Sam on his cell phone the whole time, filling him in with the details of the case. Me and Dean had come to the conclusion, after a long debate, about what we were dealing with. It was a Pagan God of some sort. The whole thing involving couples within a cycle, all pointed towards that answer. Also the fact that the townspeople liked to fatten up the couples before their slaughter at the hands of the blood thirsty scarecrow. To think this was all done so that the town's crops wouldn't die. I never really understood human sacrifice anyway. The Impala was headed for a local community college in which Dean had an appointment with a professor. We still needed to figure out which Pagan God we were dealing with. That way, we could find a way to kill it. I blinked myself outta my post slumber daze just in time to catch a chick flick moment.

"Sam you were right. You gotta do your own thing. You gotta live your own life."

I tilted my head and raised my eyebrows. Uh oh I smirked to myself, Big Brother Monologue Moment. I continued to do so as Dean added more onto his Noble Peace Prize speech.

"You've always known what you want. And you go after it. Stand up to Dad and you always have. Well I wish I.."

He noticed me beaming at him. He cleared his throat and straightened up.

"Anyway I admire that about you. I'm proud of you Sammy."

My grin widened and I was mentally making vomit sounds in my head. Still I was happy as Larry that those two mutton heads had patched things up. Dean was still on the cell to Sam.

"Say you'll take care of yourself. Call me when you find Dad."

The conversation ended then.

"Oh Dean," I said dramatically wiping away imaginary tears, "That was beautiful. I'm I gonna get the same speech when I fly the nest?"

Dean rolled his eyes at me and rapped me playfully on the arm. He smirked.

"You ain't flyin' the nest. Your stuck with me till your forty."

I chuckled and slapped him back "Bitch."

I sat on the stairs of the college as Dean questioned the college professor. I tapped my high top sneakers together and I puffed out raspberries with my pursed lips. I flicked up the collar of my bomber jacket as the chilly air was attacking the back of my neck. Then I noticed a police car pull up at the entrance. I used my quick instincts and found a hiding spot within the bushes. Little did I know that Sherriff "Woody" was an expert at hide and seek and found me without even looking.

I tried to scuttle away but I was grabbed by the scruff of the neck.

"Where do you think your going missy?" I was questioned with a leer.

"By my guessing," I pointed to the open car door, "In there."

The Artful Dodger had been foiled and I was bundled into the back of the police car. Shit. Other copper was heading inside the college. Damn I hope Dean would be smart enough to kick his ass. How wrong I was. Several minutes later my brother was dragged out, the copper musta smacked him on the head with his rifle or something as he was out cold. He was thrown into the back beside me. I had to slap him numerous times before he came to again. I rolled my eyes at him as he stared at me groggily.

"Your losing your touch, old man" I sniggered.

We were taken back to the orchard in which we soon realised the townspeople's plans. Since we screwed with their last ritual, we were on the menu now as punishment.

"Listen you don't have to do this!" I pleaded urgently to an middle aged woman and her husband, but they still shoved me into an underground shelter beside Dean.

I looked up at them, widening my eyes, puppy dog style. Normally Pagan sacrifices are a man and a woman. I was still a kid though. Would it still work. Somehow the middle aged woman looked guilty as hell when she returned my gaze. She'd be murdering a thirteen year old girl for the sake of the survival of the town's crops. Yeah. That would go down like a spoonful of honey with the police outside of town.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked her.

"For the common good" she replied before closing the doors of the shelter.

My God! What a bitch! If I ever got outta this alive, she'd better watch out. I kicked the air in outrage, I felt so tempted to let out a Godzilla roar.

"I can't believe this!" I said.

Dean cut me off "Well you better start believing because I'm gonna need your help."

"Yup." I murmured a reply, my hands deep within my bomber jacket pockets. Dean continued.

"We can kill this God but we need to find a tree first."

I frowned "A tree? What like a sacred tree?"

Dean nodded "Yeah. The immigrants brought it over with them to this town and the effigy of the God…"

I finished for him "Is the scarecrow. That explains it. So we have to find this tree and I guess the only way to kill the God is to torch the tree."

Dean nodded once more "Bingo."

Just then the doors reopened and the townspeople stood before us. Scotty and several other males poised with shotguns. I sighed. This was gonna be a real barrel of laughs.

The middle aged woman uttered "It's time."

I dunno how many times I've been tied up. Either by a creature of some sort or just plain humans. But I gotta say this was the first time I had been tied up in the great outdoors. My arms were yanked above my head and were bided together by rope. I was parked on my ass the whole time which was kind of them. The rope bit into my wrists, making them itch like crazy, I hoped I wouldn't get rope burn.

"I'm so sorry," said the middle aged woman's husband, "This has to be done."

I grunted whilst hanging my head "Whatever."

As everybody departed from the orchard, Dean called out to them in a pissed of manner:

"I hope your apple pie is freakin' worth it."

He craned his neck round so he could see me "Y'all right there Chrissie?"

I lifted my head and gave a weak smile "We're gonna be fed to Dorothy's best buddy. I'm super."

I sighed and hung my head again, my bangs hanging over my eyes. I brought my knees to my chest.

"So what's the plan?" I asked.

"I'm workin' on it" was the answer I received.

God! That wasn't a good thing. Dammit I thought to myself, why didn't I run away with Sam. Hell I've done it before. He was the geek. He would figure a way outta this mess. I was wishing that he had a change of heart and was on his way here. We hadn't called in a while and if I know Sam, his spidey senses would be tingling, he has a knack of knowing when troubles brewing.

"This is your fault" I stated irritably to Dean, balling my tied hands into fists.

"My fault!"

"Yeah!"

"Why?"

"You pissed off the locals. You always do!"

I rammed my head against the bark and let out an annoyed groan. Time was ticking.

Later

Darkness had fallen upon the orchard and the crickets began playing their night time orchestra. It was chilly and for several hours it was an awkward silence between me and my brother. It was damn certain that he didn't have a plan. I had something else on my mind the whole time though. What was the name of that Justin Long movie? Then a light bulb flashed in my head.

"Jeepers Creepers!" I cried out in triumph.

"Jesus Chris!" I heard Dean gasp, "You gave me a freakin' heart attack. What the hell are you talkin' about anyway."

"That Justin Long movie," I replied, "It was called Jeepers Creepers."

Dean sighed. My mood suddenly changed, I could see a serious expression wash over my brother's features. I held my breathe. A monologue was coming.

"Chris, when we went back to Lawrence…"

"Don't"

"You said it was your fault that Mom died. Don't deny it. Me and Sam heard you. We heard you crying."

"What! I dunno what you mean."

"Oh I think you do."

Ah shit. I could always seem to sneak past moments like this with Sam but I could never do so with Dean. Which on my behalf is really annoying. Especially if it's on a matter I don't wanna talk about.

"How could it have been your fault. You were just a baby. What makes you think it was your fault?"

I bit my lip "Because it happened in my nursery."

The fuzzy moment ended there. Several minutes pasted before Dean spoke up again.

"Can you see?" he asked me.

"What?"

"Is he movin' yet?"

I tried to look but the trunk of the tree blocked half of my view.

"I can't see."

Suddenly a sound of footsteps rustling amongst the leaves was heard. This was it. I was gonna die. Death by scarecrow. What a joke!

"Shit!" I hissed which alerted Dean, "Shit! Shit!"

"Guys?" came a familiar voice, then a giant figure appeared. It was Sam.

Thank God! I was so relieved to see the site of him. I let out a fake whimper of pain so he could untie my first. Whilst I cracked my wrists and fingers to regain circulation, Sam dashed over to help Dean.

"I take back everything I said" said Dean, sighing a huge breathe of relief as Sam untied him, "I'm so happy to see you."

"How'd you get here?" I quizzed wandering over to them, rubbing my hands against the cold air.

Sam answered with an uncomfortable look on his face "I eh…stole a car."

Dean laughed "That's my boy!"

He then faced me "Keep an eye on that scarecrow. It can come alive at any minute."

Sam turned his head "What scarecrow?"

Shit! Then we noticed it. The scarecrow was gone. We started running through the orchard, eyes sharp in case we came across it. That was the last thing we needed, to be ambushed by Stitch-Face without any weapons.

"Alright," panted Sam as we rushed through the trees, "Now this sacred tree you were talkin' about."

"It's the source of it's power" I said jogging alongside him.

"So let's find it and burn it."

Dean then said "In the morning. We should shag ass before Leather Face shows up."

We skidded to a sudden halt as it came to our attention that we had be caught. Not by Mr Scarecrow. But by the locals, armed with guns and flash lights. My brothers switched to protective mode and guarded me as if I was the Crown Jewels of Great Britain. I was pulled by the arm by Dean as the townspeople encircled us. A monstrous growl echoed throughout the orchard. I gulped. It was here.

"Please," I implored to the middle aged married couple, "Let us go."

The man said with his gun aimed directly at me "It'll be over quick I promise"

From nowhere, a rusty sickle pierced through his chest, making him gurgle in sudden pain. I let out a girly yelp of surprise. What a wuss! His wife screamed as the scarecrow advanced onto her. It grabbed her and started dragging her away along with the husband. The townspeople lost their courage all of a sudden and began to flee for their lives. Me and the boys followed suit and eventually found the exit to the orchard. When it was morning, we would search for the tree.

The Following Morning

We had scanned about the area several times. The tree we were lookin' for was said to be centuries old, it's origins from Scandinavia like the immigrants themselves. I then noticed a tree with strange carvings on it's crumbling bark. This had to be the tree. I pointed it out to the guys and we took a closer inspection on it. Yup. It was. Sam then carefully started soaking it in petrol before I was allowed to set it alight. I was surprised. Dean doesn't even let me touch a box of matches, that's how Mother Goose he is. I say Sam is more Mother Hen. The tree fizzed and scorched, smoke began to fill my nostrils as it burned.

"Let's hope that's done the job" I said, as we arrived back at the car.

Dean turned to Sam.

"So," he started, "Do I drop you off somewhere."

Don't say yes. Don't say yes. I repeated this phrase in my head before Sam answered.

"Nah."

Yes! I was pleased. I don't think I could bare being separated from him again. Once was enough. Sam slung a long arm around my shoulders.

He added with a smile "I think you guys are stuck with me."

I gazed up at him "What made you change your mind?"

He responded with "I didn't. I still wanna find Dad."

Aiming his next remark at Dean he said "And your still a pain in the ass."

I shot Sam a goofy beam "What 'bot me."

Dean jumped in this time, nudging me with his elbow "The annoying runt of the litter."

I attempted to hit him back but missed which he laughed. I couldn't help it if I drew the short straw when it comes to height. It doesn't help that their like giants compared to my Hobbit size. Sam shook his head at us. He continued his monologue. Like I haven't heard enough.

"Jess and Mom. Their both gone. Dad is God knows where. Us three, we're all that's left. So, uh, if were gonna see this through, we're gonna do it together."

Dean had a placid look on his face, he had been nodding the whole time. I knew he was coming up with some smart ass comical line to wind Sam up.

"Hold me Sam, that was beautiful" he said pretending he was on the verge of tears, he placed a hand on Sam's shoulder.

Me and Sam both sighed and rolled our eyes in unison. Sam slapped Dean's hand away. He glanced at us both.

"You guys should be kissin' my ass," he stated with a grin "You were both dead meat."

"Yeah right," retorted Dean opening the car door, "I had a plan, I would have gotten us out."

I scoffed as I climbed into the back "Like hell you did."

My brothers laughed. Things seemed to be back to normal. I couldn't hold onto that fact for too long though. Something was definitely gonna come along to screw our lives up again. Like I've said before. Nothing is normal in my family.

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