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Chris = 4

Sam = 12

Dean =16

A mysterious man appears to Chrissie, to her, he is simply her new best friend.

Chrissie was bored. Daddy and Dean were out somewhere and Sammy was busy with studying. Sesame Street and Barney had just finished and she had nothing to do. She wasn't in the mood for colouring, partly because she had just broken her last crayon and she had nothing to colour with. Her small green eyes narrowed and a smirk spread across her little face, she knew how to get Sammy's attention.

"Wook Sammy! Wook at me!" declared Chrissie proudly as she plummeted herself up and down on the bed, the springs shrieking under the pressure, skinny limbs flailing madly.

Her twelve year old brother looked up from his Maths textbook and shook his head fondly, his shaggy dark hair almost covering his eyes.

"Nice try Chrissie," he chuckled, "I'm busying just now. We'll play later."

Chrissie stopped bouncing and plonked down onto her rear. She huffed and gave her famous pout. She was never allowed to do anything fun. She scowled as she watched her brother pop outside to the soda machine. It suddenly became chilly, she was confused, Texas wasn't cold in her four year old logic, she scanned about the motel room cautiously as she heard a flutter of what sounded like wings. Her eyes widened as before her stood a man in a tan trench coat. His dark hair was messy and he had the brightest blue eyes, with seemed ancient and holy, filled with knowledge and wisdom.

"Whose you?" said the little girl in awe at the stranger who had just appeared out of nowhere.

"My name is Castiel," announced the man in a horse sounding voice, "I am an angel of the Lord."

The child titled her head in confusion "Angel?"

The angel nodded and with a small and almost silent clap of thunder, his shadowy, raven wings spread from behind, the child gasped and cowered away in fear.

"Do not be afraid little one," the angel assured, "I am not here to cause you harm."

"Youse not" said Chrissie crawling across the bed towards the angel who sat down beside her on the dough like bed.

"No" replied Castiel simply, his eyes focusing on the youngster.

Chrissie's face suddenly broke out into a grin and she leapt from the bed and began tugging at the sleeve of the angel's coat. Castiel was confused and unsure about what he should do next.

"Youse play with me," smiled the little girl, "Youse come to play."

Castiel's eyebrows raised as he was guided to the middle of the small kitchenette.

"Sit" commanded the child to which Castiel obeyed just as Sam returned to find his baby sister with two coffee mugs in her tiny hands.

"Chrissie?," asked Sam curiously as he watched her sit down on the kitchenette floor and slid one of the mugs to the empty space in front of her, "Who are you talking to?"

"Cassie" replied Chrissie.

"Whose Cassie?" questioned her brother crouching down on his haunches beside her, the was clearly no one there, she was talking to herself. Again.

"Der," pointed Chrissie at Castiel who was sitting opposite her, "He der."

Sam shrugged and sighed. Chrissie had a wild imagination and she would talk to anybody. Or anything at that matter. She once claimed that a stray cat said "Hello" to her. He watched her carefully as he continued with his homework. A playful grin on his face as it was amusing to witness.

"Der" said the child pouring an imaginary drink into the mug and sliding it back to the bewildered angel.

"It is empty?" wondered Castiel inspecting it.

"Youse pretend" sighed Chrissie dramatically.

"Oh?" said the angel, "What is it I am supposed to be drinking."

The child took a pretend gulp "Beer."

Castiel put down the mug "I do not drink."

The child paused and scuttled away "Okays. We do somefing else den. Come on."

"Wing a wing a woses, a pocket full of poses" sang the child as she danced around Castiel in the middle of the dusty parking lot. Castiel just stood there. He was observing her closely, his face deadpan.

"A tischoo. A tischoo. We alls fall down" said Chrissie throwing herself down onto the ground on the last word.

Unknown to her, her Dad and older brother had just pulled up in the car. They watched her. John chuckled and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand whilst the other still on the steering wheel.

"I'm guessing she's found a new friend" he remarked gazing at his daughter who had continued her crazy dance, adoration in his dark eyes. What would Mary say about Chrissie's strange and odd antics he thought to himself sadly.

"I guess so," replied the sixteen year old Dean with a smile, "The kid is nuts."

Father and son climbed out the car, John carrying a bucket of fried chicken under his arm. Chrissie heard the slamming of the car door and her face lit up as she saw her Daddy and brother coming towards her.

She flung herself into John's arms and buried her head into his chest, he smelt slightly funny but she didn't care, she had missed him even though he had only been away for two hours and it was dusk now. Her brother got an equally warm welcome back hug from her and she then turned to Castiel whose eyes had fell on the adults. They could not see him though.

"Dis is Cassie," introduced the four year old, "He's a angel."

"Baby," said John softly levelling himself to his daughter, "There's no one there."

"But he right der," insisted Chrissie pointing over at Castiel, she gave him a small wave and giggled, she sniffed and noticed the fried chicken, "Dat chicken in der Papa?," asked Chrissie peeking inside the bucket, "Oooh it is!"

Her head whipped round to Castiel again "You want chicken Cassie? I share with you."

Castiel cleared his throat and shook his head "I'm afraid I refrain from eating. A job protocol you see."

Chrissie wrinkled her nose and blinked "Kay."

She then skipped over and took him by the hand, to which he flinched slightly, put he let the little girl led him back into the stuffy motel room.

Sam had completed his homework and had cleared the small kitchenette table of his books. The bucket of chicken was dumped onto the table and the boys began to devour the content.

"Weave some for me!" said Chrissie fishing out a crispy and herb scented chicken fillet and gnawing at it like a mini carnivorous dinosaur.

Her skinny legs swinging and dangling as she sat on the chair, her head barely peeking over the table. Sam sat down beside her only to recoil in shock as Chrissie let out a small cry.

"No Sammy!" she yelped "Your big butt smooshed Cassie."

It was true, unknown to Sam, but he did literally sit on Castiel's lap. To be frank, Castiel got more of a fright than Sam. Sam was speechless as he saw nothing but air, he was annoyed at the fact that Dean was laughing at him. Chrissie went to apologise to Castiel when it came to her attention that he had just disappeared. Her face fell and her drooped. The brothers knew that look. It was the expression she used whenever her imaginary friends vanished. Chrissie was ready for bed an hour or two later, she had spent the remaining part of the night, moping around, searching for her angel companion. All the excitement of the day had her worn out by seven thirty.

She wandered up to Sam with puppy dog eyes "Sammy. I sweepy."

Sam put down the TV remote and switched the set off. John had went out with Dean again an hour previous, and Sam was left to baby sit his sister. He lifted her up and perched her on his knee. She gave him a sleepy smile.

"Jammy Jams yes" mumbled the youngster as her brother carried her into the bathroom to changed into her pyjamas.

"Yup Jammy Jams then bed" was the response she got from Sam.

He tugged her into her purple Barney the Dinosaur pyjamas and undid her bumblebee hair pins from her soft wavy hair. The kid needed new clothes he thought as he carried his baby sister back through. He tucked her under the covers and planted a kiss on her forehead. He might as well turn in for the night himself he stated to himself before returning to the bathroom.

Chrissie mumbled and turned over, the covers wrapped around her tightly, a faint smile on her gentle face. She didn't see Castiel watching over her. Little did she know that her blue eyed angel would appear to her again. She would not know the purpose of the visits or her destiny until she was older. Then again, life would be a lot different for the youngest Winchester. A lot different. It was now a matter of waiting.

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