Hiya folks! It's been a while since I've updated this story, and I'm sorry about that.

I know I said I'd been doing my version of Hellhouse, yes I am, but it comes later as some events happen before it.

Anyways, I'd like to give a shout of to brittpage21 for helping me write this chapter and several others after this.

Warning this chapter contains swearing and sibling bickering

My brain was working overtime. Thankfully, volumes of caffeine were being pulsed throughout my mind, granting me the ability to create various explanations on why I was having a conversation with a boy. From my cramped position under the table, I merely offered my eldest brother a nervous smile. Yet his attention wasn't focused on me, his angry glower had landed on a bemused Jared.

"Don't make eye contact with him," I cautioned. Rising quickly, I forgot I was under the table and cracked my head causing me to wince in sudden pain. I grunted, clutching at my rattled skull. "Owww! Sonofabitch!"

"You okay?," asked Jared, peering under the table, studying my grimace. "That sounded painful."

"Ah, I'll live," I replied, sitting upright and glancing timidly at the window, my two giant guard dogs were still there. I sighed. "It's the least of my concerns just now."

My shoulders sagged as I observed the facial expressions of my older brothers'. Sam just stared at Jared, his posture seemed relatively calm. Then there was Dean. The old man looked as if he was gonna bust through the window and beat Jared to a bloody pulp.

"Jared, let me have a minute or two alone with my brothers, okay" I said, attention now focused on him, to which I was given an understanding nod.

I slipped out the booth and exited the diner, shuffling awkwardly towards my brothers'.

"Chrissie, who is that?," demanded Dean, his arms now folded. "I don't want you messing around with guys. I know you'll just get your heart broken. I mean look at that guy!"

He glowered at the brunette boy waiting for me in the diner.

"I just met him!," I snapped, sizing up my eldest brother. "Am I not allowed to take part in conversation with the opposite sex? Huh?"

One of the main reasons growing up being female in an all male environment and being the youngest in the sibling ranking: taking to boys is a difficult challenge. It's a pain in the ass if you ask me.

"Yes," he replied. "I would prefer if you talk to that of the opposite sex, if they are around your age. Then I would prefer Sam or I or us both to be with you."

I rolled my eyes with exasperation, running my hands through my brown wavy hair. The old man liked to twist things in order to get his own way.

"You wanna be my chaperon?" I said sarcastically. "Sorry, but no thanks."

Sighing, I glanced back at Jared, still waiting in the diner.

"Can I at least go say goodbye before we go back to the motel?" I asked, my tone was laced with irritation.

He gave a me a small nod, Sam did the same. Before I could do so, I pivoted on my heels with my hands on my hips.

"What do you mean by messing around with guys?," I glared. "What are you trying to say?"

Dean then glared at me, clearly irritated. Sam then jumped in with a "before you get in trouble" look.

"Just go say your goodbyes," said Sam. "We'll talk about this more when we get back to the motel."

I growled with annoyance, shooting them both a dirty looks.

"Go say goodbye or it's gonna be nothing," added Dean. "I will just drag you back to the motel and you'll wish you would have listened by the time I get through with you."

The old man was overreacting. Again.

"I'd go if I were you, Chris" said Sam, giving me a sympathetic smile.

"Whatever" I grumbled as I turned my back on them, then walking back inside the diner.

Jared was curious by my sudden change in mood once I returned to the booth.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I guess they just don't like me around guys my age right now," I explained. With a cheeky waggle of my eyebrows I added. "That won't stop us now will it. I hope we can still be friends."

The smile he gave me made the butterflies in my stomach flutter with excitement. I tried so hard not to blush. He nodded.

"Well, I've gotta go. It was nice meeting you," I beamed, sliding out the booth again, my new acquaintance followed. "I guess I'll see you around sometime then."

"Damn straight," he smirked, his eyes shining. He added "I'll call you later."

"You bet" I grinned back, giving him a sly wink as we shook hands. Excitement tingled within me as we did so. My smile turned sour once I exited the diner and was confronted by my brothers'.

"What was that all about?," demanded Dean. "I swear girl, if you weren't my sister, I'd knock you upside the head."

Huh, I think the same way, though most the time I don't need to. Sizing up against his 6"1ft frame, I folded my arms over my developing chest.

"Do I bitch when you hook up with random whores?," I said, shooting him an angry glare. "No! I wouldn't screw somebody on the first date! Unlike you!"

"You're fourteen years old, for Christ sake!," declared my eldest brother, now royally pissed with me. "You really think you are old enough to start dating yet?"

Pfft! He could talk. For as long as I can remember he's been a major promiscuous flirt. Hell, I even caught him mid humping a girl in the backseat of the Impala when I was four years old. That image still haunts me to this day.

"You think I wanna screw him," I said, narrowing my eyes. "Don't you?"

My statement caught my brother off guard, probably because I gave him the mental image of intercourse.

"No, he said, annoyed at my attitude towards him, since he regards himself as a high authority figure. "I just think you're too young right now to start dating."

I rolled my eyes at him and scoffed. I was approaching my boundary line. The devil minions in my mind were encouraging me to step over it, whilst the good minions were trying to stop me from doing anything stupid.

My twenty seven year old brother loomed over me like a shadow, his temples pulsing with rage.

"Now get in the car, before you really piss me off !" he barked, his face turning a shade of purple.

I spun around on my heels and began marching in the direction of the car, my high tops smacking on the ground with each furious step.

"Asshole" I growled through gritted teeth.

Suddenly a large hand planted itself onto my shoulder and with such force, yanked me backwards and spun me around.

"What did you just say to me, young lady?" questioned my eldest brother, his tone dangerously strict.

Sure, I know my boundaries but now and again I had to leapt across. It was the only way I could express myself and to make my voice heard.

"You heard" I retorted with an unwise smirk.

There was always a certain level of thrilling stimulation whenever I sharpened my tongue, though my attitude always landed me in more trouble.

"Yes I did, and I don't ever want that kinda language coming out of your mouth!," my brother scolded, rattling my shoulders in an attempt to bring me back to my rational senses. "You here me! I mean it Christina!"

Scowling up at him, I shoved him away before I started charging down the sidewalk.

"Christina Mary Winchester!," thundered Dean. "You get back here this minute!"

Since early childhood I had always tried to run away whenever I was in trouble, or feeling an emotion I didn't want my brothers' to be aware of. I halted in my tracks, my lungs heaving for air as I stood fuming on the spot, my balled up fists trembling. The heavy footsteps of my brother's boots echoed in my ears. I knew what he was gonna say next, as he had said it many times in the past.

"What has gotten into you?," demanded Dean. "You know better than to run off like that!"

"I guess I'm not allowed friends then," I answered back, glaring up at him. "That's what your saying. Don't twist my words because I know it's the truth."

I then wandered over to the Impala, to which I hopped onto the hood. With folded arms, I sat there sullenly. My brothers' were talking amongst themselves, probably complaining about my poor behaviour and sulky attitude. Sam then climbed into the car, his expression was calm as he sat in the front passenger seat. Dean approached me again, I rolled my eyes at him.

"What now?," I grumped, glowering at him. "You just want to bitch at me more."

"No! I was only going to tell you that, yes you can have friends but Sam and I would like to know where you are all the time," he said. "But now, young lady, you will not be going anywhere anytime soon."

I opened my mouth to protest but was silenced when he held his hand up at me:

"Thanks to that mouth of yours, you are now going to be punished. I'll decide your punishment when we get back to the motel. Now get in the car and I meant it!"

Sliding off the hood, I climbed into the backseat of the car, still fuming. I slouched lazily, eyes focusing on my shaking white knuckled hands.

The car journey to the motel was in the typical silent fashion, and I shot my famous scowl whenever my eldest brother glanced at me in the rear view mirror. If he could give me the silent treatment, then I could do the very same to him.

I was the first one out the car when we arrived at the motel, I marched over to the door, only to find it locked.

"Don't have a key, huh?," came the old man's voice from behind me. I turned around. "Well, move and I'll unlock the door."

Once the door clicked open, I barged passed him, nearly knocking him over. I instantly made my way to the bathroom for refuge, locking the door behind me. A few seconds later, there was a loud rap on the door, the wood trembled.

"Chris, come on! I know your in there!," shouted Dean from the other side of the door. "Don't make me kick this door down! You know you're in trouble! Know, get your ass out here and we can discuss your punishment!"

I didn't move, I just sat on the cold floor with my back against the door with my knees up against my chest. My brother banged on the door again, this time with more force.

"I mean it!," he threatened. "Do you want a bigger punishment than your already gonna get?"

"Dean, calm down," Sam interrupted. "Your only going to make her not want to come out."

"Sam, she's in trouble and she knows it! She only went into the bathroom to avoid being punished," replied Dean. He thumped on the door again. "But that's not going to work, young lady! Your still gonna be punished, no matter what!"

A painful surge washed across my mind, not once but multiple times. Shit! Not again! Not now! Pinching the bridge of my nose, I begged for the pain to go away. I got up slowly and unlocked the door, yet as soon as I made an attempt to walk forward, my knees buckled causing me to crash to the floor.

The seizures were getting worse now, to the point they were happening almost daily. My spine arched as my limbs thrashed out, the haunting noises and images of my visions flashed and screamed inside my head. I've now learned not to make a sound whenever I was enduring these seizures, as I mainly suffered them in private now, to avoid worrying my brothers'. Even though my eyes had clouded over, I could still hear the outside world, yet it was half muted and slurred. Strong arms scooped me up and began carrying me to one of the beds, hands then pressed against my forehead.

Suddenly the vision was over. As my eyes returned to normal, I gasped out. Blinking I glanced up to see my brothers' looming over me.

"You alright?" asked Dean.

I nodded, moving to sit up, only to get pushed back down again, and ordered to lay still for a few minutes.

"What did you see?" he added.

Laying back, I held my head in my hands. If only I knew what I was seeing and hearing, then it would make sense.

"I don't know," I said, my eyes closed as I gripped my hair. "I really don't know."

"Chris, don't try to put off not telling us your vision just because you know your in trouble," said Dean, now sitting beside me. "You're still getting punished. Now, tell us what you saw."

My eyes snapped open. Looks like I had to spell it out for them.

"I don't know!," I hissed, expressing my frustration. "What part of that don't you understand! Jesus!"

I could tell Dean was trying to say calm even though I was pressing all the wrongs buttons.

"Chrissie, please," begged Dean. "Just try to remember what you saw, even if it's jumbled in pieces."

Closing my eyes again, I massaged my temples. Breathing slowly, I recalled my vision.

"There's two white lights coming towards me," I answered. "Then all I hear next is this beeping." I chuckled. "I'm officially a freak."

I grunted as I sat up.

"No, sweetheart, no your not," Dean sighed, observing my behaviour with concern. "Even if you were you mine and Sammy's little freak, but we still love you."

I scoffed at his statement. This wasn't gonna get dropped that was certain, neither was my impending punishment.

"Just because we are busy right now doesn't mean your off the hook," the old man added. "I'll get back to you on your punishment after we figure this out. For now I want your cell phone. Hand it over."

My eyes widened, and using my gift of speed, I darted over to my bag in an attempt to shield my cell phone.

"Hell no!" I snarled.

"I'm serious! Now!," Dean growled. "I'll let you have it back when we go on hunts. For emergencies only. Now hand it over!"

Fuming, I stormed over to him and slapped my cell phone into his open palm, giving him a death glare in the process.

"Alright, young lady, you're really pushing it!" he snapped, grabbing a hold of my wrist.

This was almost like a flashback, when I was a kid getting scolded for fighting a school.

"Now, Sam, you start looking up stuff you think could relate to white lights and beeping. I don't want Chrissie in danger" instructed Dean, briefly turning his attention to the Sasquatch.

The grip on my wrist tightened as I was pushed onto the bed by my brother.

"And you," Dean added, pointing a finger at me. "You sit on this bed and start cleaning the weapons. That's another part of your punishment. You're on weapon cleaning duty for the next month, but I'm still not finished with you."

I glanced up at him, noticing he was shoving my cell phone into his pocket.

"I'll be back later," he grunted irritably, making his way over towards the door. "I need a drink, otherwise my head is gonna explode!"

He then left the room, slamming the door to vent his manliness. Screaming into a cushion is always a good way to express anger.

"You heard him. You better get started on cleaning the weapons," said Sam, peering over his laptop at me. "He'll want them clean by the time he gets back. He'll probably go over all of them and check to see if they are clean."

The only response I gave him was an annoyance sigh of frustration.

"Chris, I'm serious," he said, with raised eyebrows. "He's gonna be even more pissed if you don't get those weapons clean."

Great. Now Sam was annoyed with me. God dammit, I can win in this family.

"Alright!" I snapped, beginning to clean the barrel of a sawn-off shotgun, my brow creased into a frown.

"Don't you use that tone with me, young lady or you'll be getting punishment from both me and Dean," said Sam. "Now sit and clean while I see what I can find on what you told us about your vision."

Scrubbing the barrel, I sulked. My brother returned to his internet browsing.

"You won't find anything" I said.

"Why is that?" Sam asked, peeking over the laptop once again.

I paused for a moment, hanging my head before returning my glance at my brother.

"Cos I've already looked" I replied, wielding one of the cleaning instruments in my hand.

"Is there something your not telling us?" my brother questioned.

Just ignore the question and it'll go away. Then again, I said that about my visions. I didn't respond.

"Chris, look at me," he persisted. "I know there is something you're keeping from me and Dean. Now what is it? Are your nightmares getting worse?"

"Nah, having constant seizures and headaches, it's just fine," I quipped sarcastically, before adding with a tired sigh. "Just ignore it."

Sam then got up and traveled over and sat on the bed beside me. He then moved my head to make me look at him.

"This is no time to be funny," he said. "Now tell me how bad have your nightmares been getting."

I looked at him, I sighed wearily as I stopped cleaning.

"I don't know what do anymore. The nightmares I can deal with but these visions," I confessed, before covering my mouth with the back of my trembling hand. "Why is this happening to me?"

Taking the sawn-off out of my hands, Sam confronted me face to face, observing my expression.

"I know exactly how your feeling," he said. "I started having them right around the time I was your age as well."

"I remember" I replied with a small nod.

"Good, then you know that I can relate to what your going through," he added. "Also Dean and I want to help you in any way we can through this."

I simply shrug.

"Chris, I'm serious," Sam continued. "We just want to help. We are just doing this out of love because we don't want you to get hurt. Just think on it, okay?"

I shrug again, eager to move away from the subject.

"I better get back to work," I stated with a murmur. "Else I'm gonna piss the old man off even more."

Sam rolled his eyes and ventured back to his laptop. It took me four hours to clean all the guns and an extra hour in sharpening all the knives. Once I finished, I flopped backwards onto the bed.

"Now what do I do?," I declared loudly. "I've finished the weapon cleaning."

"Good job. Now just watch some TV or just rest," came Sam's voice. "You may wanna take advantage of the TV while you got it. Dean may also take that away from you."

I sniffed and got up from the bed, I cracked my knuckles.

"Nah, I think I'll go and get some air" I stated, making my way swiftly towards the door, only for Sam to block my passage.

"Nice try, but your not leaving this room," he said. "Your basically grounded."

Huh. Like I haven't heard that phrase before.

"Outside counts" I remarked, a smirk curving on my lips.

"No, it doesn't," replied Sam. "I know Dean didn't say anything about you being grounded to the room, but I'm sure he meant to say it. He was just too mad."

Suddenly there is a bang on the door, making us both jump. Sam grabs a gun from under one of the pillows, instructing me to hide in the bathroom. Yeah, very heroic on my behalf. There was a lot of mumbling before I was allowed to come out. On opening the door, I saw a sight that made me roll my eyes. It was Dean, and if his posture told me anything, it told me one thing only. He was drunk.

"Hey kiddo!," he greeted, his voice slurred. His gaze landed on the cleaned arsenal laying out on the bed, and gave me a thumbs up. "Nice job."

He then slopped sideways but caught himself on the bathroom door frame. Using my initiative I stored the weapons away whilst Sam guided our brother to one of the beds. Sam then gave himself an excuse to leave the room, some crap about getting sodas from the vending machine outside. Scowling at my drunk role model, whilst perched on the arm of the couch with folded arms.

"Chris, c'mere for a minute" said Dean, groggily.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"You can go screw yourself sideways if you think I'm going anywhere near you in that state" I spat scornfully.

"You know your still in trouble," he replied, choosing to ignore my last statement. "Going out tonight helped me think of your punishment."

Ooh, he was going for the scare tactic. Hell, I've lost count how many times I've heard that very statement.

"Cleaning up you're barf ?" I remarked sarcastically, my expression deadpan.

"Funny, but no," he replied, now sitting up. "Besides cell phone revocation and weapon cleaning duty for a month, the next time we stop and rest for a few days, you will clean the Impala inside and out. Then give her a good washing then a good waxing. You also will study up on demonology and then Sam will quiz you. If you fail you are to do me a favor. I will ask Sam if you've passed or failed. You will also pay for gas until I say so, and you are to stay with us at all times."

What! Oh no! He ain't pullin' that crap on me!

"That is complete bullshit!," I protested in outrage, leaping from the arm of the couch with my arms thrown out. Poised with my hands on my hips, I cocked my head and narrowed my eyes at my brother. "And what are you guys gonna do? Watch Oprah with your thumbs up your asses?"

Boy, was I pissed.

"No!" retorted Dean. "We're gonna do our jobs and that is to watch out for you and hunt monsters and saving the world."

I rolled my eyes, trying vainly to maintain my irritation.

"I will remember this in the morning," my eldest brother continued. "You may think just because I'm a little woozy right now I will forget, but oh I soo will remember this."

Sadly, I knew this was true. Dean then turned to lay on his side when he realized he was still in his jacket. He then took it off and held it out to me.

"Here, hang this up" he said, tossing me his jacket, to which I caught in my arms.

As I slung it over the side of one of the kitchenette chairs I could feel the lump in one of the pockets where my cell phone was hidden.

"And don't even think about getting your phone out of the pocket, because I will look in the morning" he added, his voice groggy.

Hmm, that's a pretty dumb thing to say to a teenager whose cell phone has been confiscated. Of course I was gonna take my phone, I'd be an idiot if I didn't. Waiting patiently, I hovered beside the jacket. Within a few minutes, my brother had passed out. Alcohol works wonders.

Smirking mischievously, I fished my cell phone out and stuffed it into the pocket of my leather bomber-jacket. A voice sounded from behind me, causing me to whip my head around. It was Sam. He had returned with the sodas.

"Alright what's going on?" questioned Sam, his eyes narrowed at me accusingly.

"What do you mean?" I asked innocently.

"You got that mischievous look on your face" he replied, storing the sodas in the refrigerator.

"This is my normal expression" I shrugged.

He shook his head at me and traveled over to the bed that wasn't occupied by a 6"1ft drunk, on sitting down he indicated the space next to him.

"C'mere and sit down" he said.

I was hesitant at first before I wandered over to the bed. I was getting so sick of this. Sitting on the bed, I balanced my elbows on my knees and nested my chin within my hands. I sighed.

"Is this round two in reprimanding Chris Winchester, huh?" I grumbled moodily.

"What do you mean? All I was gonna ask, was what did Dean say to you while I was gone?" Sam commented. "Now I'm even more curious, because now I know he must have said something."

God, why won't he just drop it!

"Just a big ass lecture," I grunted. "Again."

My whole life has consisted of strict rules and guideline, military like routines, followed by criticism from my Dad and brothers. I needed excitement, it would relieve all this authority.

"So, tell me what he said then" said Sam.

Oh, the usual. I never get anything right. Everything I do is wrong. My attitude sucks. Seriously, it is one huge migraine.

"He gave me every single chore under the God damn sun" I said, frowning.

Sam glanced at me.

"Oh, so he finally gave you your punishment sentence. Well don't worry he may lighten up a little bit," he said. "He was drunk, don't forget, while telling you all this."

My hands fell onto my knees as I looked back at him. I wish it was that easy.

"Dude, I was stuck with him for three years whilst you were Mr. Nerd at Stanford," I scoffed. "He never forgets, he's like a freakin' elephant."

Sam chuckled. Next, I drawled out my punishment sentence, my tone laced with annoyance. Another lecture was delivered after I told Sam that I called Dean an asshole. Well, it's true. He is.

Sam then confessed that he was ready for bed and instructed that I should go to bed after I changed into my pajamas. I gathered my things as I waited for him outside the bathroom. One thing was clear. I had to get outta here.

Once I was granted access to the bathroom I quickly pulled my clothes off only to replace my jeans with an old pair of denim shorts, which were covered up by my baggy grey sweatpants I wore for sleeping. My oversized t-shirt disguised my black t-shirt underneath. Everything else I own, clothing wise, was scruffy and boyish. For once I looked feminine, as the shorts clearly exposed my bare legs and the t-shirt clung to my skin, maybe just a little too much. I scrapped my hair back into a messy ponytail. Afterwards I hid my converses in the small space beside the toilet.

I had to wait a full fifteen minutes for the Sasquatch to finally pass out. Cautiously I climbed out of bed and crept over to grab my bomber-jacket. Holding back a snigger I stuffed a note in Dean's jacket pocket. It read:

Lock the bathroom window next time, douche bag!

Quietly, I sneaked into the bathroom. I yanked my jacket on and slipped my feet into my high tops. Judging the size and width of the bathroom window, that was placed above the toilet, it wasn't that much of an obstacle. In fact, it looked quiet easy. I hopped onto the toilet and eased the window open. Thankfully I'm small enough to squeeze through.

I dropped to the ground, landing perfectly on my feet.

Smirking in triumph, I let out a small laugh. As I maneuvered myself away from the motel, I felt my cell phone vibrate, signaling a text message. A name came up when I went to investigate. Jared.

A mischievous grin curled on the corners of my lips as my thumb stabbed the call button.

What do you think's gonna happen next? Either way, Chris is digging herself into a deeper hole.

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