I never knew I could cry so much. It was like I had literally sprung a leak. Big fat tears spurted down face reddening face, dripping off my chin and soaking my brother's flannel t-shirt. Something upstairs in my noggin had snapped, the mini minions residing inside panicking as their home went into meltdown. I resembled a distraught toddler, weeping in the arms of an overgrown Sasquatch. This action was completely out of character. Since I was a little girl I had began to master the stiff upper lip and stone jaw technique of holding back certain emotions. Strangely enough it felt a relief to let out all out, even though it embarrassed me terribly. The bathroom door creaked open, I didn't even need to turn my head from Sam's collar bone to investigate who had just walked in. It was the one person I had always avoided crying in front of. My stupid breakdown had woken the Goose. How wonderful.

A calloused hand rested on the back of my neck, forcing me to confront my eldest brother. He exchanged a puzzled yet concerned expression with Sam. His attention then returned to me.

"Chrissie?," said Dean, gazing at me with a hint of sadness. "Why are you crying?"

Dammit! The Great Wall of Me had been demolished completely by this moment. Ashamed of my vulnerability, I smothered my face into Sam's shoulder again, my koala bear grip tightening. Why can't I be strong? My shoulders trembled as I pushed myself to look at my brothers. Words failed to pass my lips.

"If you need help, all you have to do is ask" stated Sam.

My glazed eyes confirmed my pleading request for help. The Goose nodded in agreement.

"It's settled then," remarked Dean, catching my tears with his thumb. "We won't let you down."

I smiled brokenly, squeezing his hand in gratitude. Several hiccups jerked out my throat. I was then carefully prized away from the Sasquatch and scooped up in the Goose's wings. The bed loomed into view as I was carried back through, eyes drooping with exhaustion. This was gonna be a long restless night, regardless of being sandwiched between the Goose and the Hen. I had come to the conclusion, I was giving up my nightly ticket for the slumber train. From now on, I, Christina Mary Winchester was never going to sleep again. Which in all honest is by far the World's dumbest solution to dealing with nightmares. Failure was definitely an option.

Alrighty folks this chapter might suck in quality. Then again your all entitled to your own opinions.

Be honest and tell me if there is need for improvement as constructive criticism is healthy for writing.

I know my recent chapters have been far too short. My next chapter is based on the episode titled "Shadow" in which Chris confronts a demon from her past and is reunited with her father.

Just give me time to write it, but be patient as I start my local college tomorrow and it might take a while.

Also a quick request: What method should Chris use to avoid sleep? Should it be healthy or dangerously unhealthy? Does it go horribly wrong for her resulting in a locked horn argument or accident?

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