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All children have nightmares but for Chrissie, her nightmares are anything but normal.
"I'm not sweepy Dean" moaned the droopy eyed four year old, who was trying to escape from her fifteen year old brother.
Little Chrissie crawled on all fours under the kitchenette table and sat there with an adorable dozy look on her small freckled face. She rubbed her eyes with two balled up fists and yawned. The child was stubborn and was trying in vain to stay awake but it was pasted her bedtime and it was showing. Her head flopped forward which was a clear signal for Dean to take her. He pulled her out from under the table and took her into the bathroom to clean her teeth and to change into her pyjamas.
Chrissie was so tired she could hardly aim the toothbrush correctly and was constantly stabbing her face, making splodge marks on her cheeks. It was colder that night and Dean thought his baby sister would be warmer in her sleeping suit, that was really meant for a little boy but it was all John could grab at short notice. Chrissie didn't care though. Once the last button was fastened on the pyjama suit, Chrissie succumbed to her fatigue and fell into her brother's waiting arms, drifting ever so slightly into a slumber.
"I'm sweepy Dean" mumbled Chrissie wrapping her arms around her brother's neck as he carried her back through.
Dean smirked and let out a chuckle "Thought you said you weren't."
"I am" admitted the little girl, burying her head into Dean's chest.
He smiled and tucked her into bed, wrapping the covers around her tiny and fragile frame. Her wild shaggy mane of hair spread out on the pillow, her fringe hanging over her eyes. For a single moment she reminded Dean of Sam.
"Night Night," murmured Chrissie, her eyes finally closing, "Wove you."
"Good night sweetheart," he whispered, planting a kiss on her head, "Sweet dreams. Angel's are watching over you."
That was something his late mother used to tell him and Sam before she tucked them in at night. He gazed at his little sister with sadness in his eyes. The poor thing would never know the love and affection of a mother. He sighed and rubbed gentle, soothing circles on Chrissie's back in order to lull her to sleep.
The door opened and Sam entered with the cold air evident on his face. He had spent the evening with some friends from school and went to the movies, he was surprised he was even allowed but he was grateful as it was rare.
"How was the movie?" Dean asked getting up and moving to sit on the bed next to Chrissie, "What was it again?"
Sam shivered "Jumanji. It about some weird enchanted board game. Robin Williams was in it."
"Sounds shit if ya ask me. Then again that's the kind of movie you and your little nerd buddies would go see anyway" joked Dean.
"Shut up!" retaliated Sam throwing away his jacket "It was a good movie."
"Come on Sammy, it's like telling Chrissie there that next time we play Boggle some magic crap will happen."
Sam rolled his eyes and slouched onto the couch in front of the TV "Jerk."
Dean smirked and threw the pillow from the bed at Sam "Bitch."
As the boys sniggered they looked at their sleeping sister. She was out like a light. It then came to their attention that something was wrong.
A woman stood before the little girl. She had a kind and loving face with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was clothed in a white nightdress. Chrissie thought she recognised her from somewhere. A photograph possibly.
"Mommy?," asked the child, her hand grazing the material of the gown " Are you my mommy?."
The lady nodded and smiled and pulled the child into a warm embrace.
"Mommy. I have my Mommy" said Chrissie, delicate tears dripping from her bright green eyes.
Suddenly her mother's lovely hair erupted into a wave of flames. Her nightdress began to singe and her soft skin began to bubble and blister with heat. The infant recoiled in fright as her mother was burning before her.
"It's your fault!" shrieked her mother as she continued to burn.
"I'm sworry" said Chrissie who was getting more and more traumatised by the minute, her eyes were swimming with tear and were wide with fear.
Every thing went dark and Chrissie continued to whimper when a figure zoomed in front of her. A shadowy figure with gleaming yellow eyes. The figure laughed as the child let out a piercing howl of distress. She wanted to wake up now. She had to wake up now.
Chrissie began to wriggle and thrash about under the bed covers. She was sobbing hysterically as she tried to escape from her nightmare. The boys were at her side immediately.
Dean grabbed a hold of her and shook her "Chrissie wake up! Your dreaming"
Her face was scarred with tears and her eyes snapped open and she dived into Dean's arms and clung onto him like a baby Koala Bear. She was trembling and she burst into a fresh flood of tears.
"Was it a nightmare?" questioned Sam looking into her tiny, distraught face.
"Uh huh" gulped Chrissie nodding whilst whipping her nose with the sleeve of her pyjama suit, "It was frightened.
Dean cradled the weeping Chrissie in his arms "Nothin gonna harm you Baby. No while me and Sammy are around. Right Sammy."
Sam nodded and wiped his sister's falling tears "We promise."
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