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Retrieving something can sometimes lead to danger
A mass of colorful crayons spilled over a dusty table, paper littered the once nicely polished oak. Goober the teddy bear sat on one of the four chairs surrounding the table, lifeless against the cushions that he was propped up against. Button eyes gazed blindly towards his owner in front of him, a small stitched mouth pulled into a forever lopsided smile.
The awkward looking toy's owner confronted the bear with a grin that stretched from ear to ear, almost making her ears wiggle.
The little girl continued to color her masterpiece, which appeared to be a peculiar version of the beloved family car and a melon headed figure with a black scribbled torso and blue legs. As Chrissie applied the finishing touches, tongue sticking out her tiny pink mouth in concentration, the child was aware of a presence next to her.
She whipped head around, only to be greeted by her big brother, Dean. The seventeen year old had slid into the neighbouring chair and had been watching his baby sister unravel her artistic side. She looked happy and tranquil whenever she was playing. Both siblings stared into each others identical green eyes, the five year old then passed the teenager her drawing.
"I drew this for you, Deanie," stated Chrissie with a beaming smile. "It's you and the Pala." She stabbed a finger at the representation of the 67' Chevrolet Impala. "See."
The elder sibling grinned and chuckled. The child was expressing great skill with a pencil and crayon, especially for someone so young.
"Well, this is going straight on the refrigerator," replied the elder sibling. "That way everybody can see your brilliant drawing."
Chrissie's grin almost sliced her face as she swelled with pride. Her brother ruffled her hair.
"It's a nice day," added Dean, indicating outside. "Why don't you and Goober play outside."
"Okay," returned the five year old, clambering out of the chair, holding the stuffed toy's paw. "C'mon Goober, we play outside now."
Dean watched his fluffy haired baby sister bound out the back door from the kitchen. The rental house the small family was residing in wasn't the most welcoming and warm place. It had been years since someone was last living in the crumbling house. Regardless to the state of the house, the lake that stretched beside it made it picturesque.
Chrissie travelled two metres away from the porch, she then stared up at the blue sky, and subconsciously waved up for some reason, before returning her attention on her odd toy in her hand. Child and bear lay on the grass and gazed up at the clouds in a trance like state, the infant gabbed the occasional sentence or two. Minutes later, the five year old was rolling about the ground and imitating a tiger. Her knobbly knees and short denim overalls by that time were smeared with grass stains. After her animal game, Chrissie attempted to pursue her goal in achieving a full cartwheel. Little did she know she was being watched.
The eldest of the Winchester litter was busy watching his sister perform her mediocre cartwheels, he was then joined by his thirteen year old brother.
"She's getting better," smirked Sam, observing his tumbling younger sibling. He and his brother then laughed heartily as they saw her pressing her toy to copy her actions. "Look at her. She really does believe the bear is real."
The laughter then subsided as the brothers returned to the studying their father had assigned them. Once again, the siblings were alone without their only parent.
Chrissie grunted in annoyance as she failed yet again to perfect the art of cartwheels, with a pout she glowered down at her feet, arms crossed. Suddenly a soccer ball rolled out in front of her. She was surprised as it appeared out of thin air. Soon she was gleefully kicking and dribbling the ball about, inching closer towards the jetty beside the lake. Once the child stopped for breathe, the ball bounced along the wooden jetty and plopped into the water.
"Oh no!" gasped Chrissie, tottering after the escaped ball, her sneaker clad feet clumping on the creaking wood.
The five year old squatted down and scanned the situation. She had to get the ball back, but she had to be very careful. A short arm and tiny fingers reached out for the ball that was drifting further away. Suddenly a violent shove from an invisible assailant resulted in the little girl plunging head first into the water.
"Hey, Sammy," asked Dean. "Call Chrissie in for lunch will ya."
The thirteen year old nodded and went outside and stood on the back porch. What puzzled him was the lone teddy bear laying on the grass. Chrissie wasn't there.
"Chrissie?" called Sam, collecting the bear. "Chrissie, c'mon it's lunch."
His brother appeared beside him and also called out. Both were worried that she had wandered from her boundary point. The brothers trekked around the house, searching for their sister. Still no sign. That was until Sam noticed something bobbing in the lake, next to the jetty. Then the penny dropped.
"I've found her!," stated a panic stricken Sam. "She's in the water!"
His brother followed his gaze and the pair began charging towards the lake, shrieking her name. The duo darted along the aging jetty and was confronted by a horrifying sight. Their precious baby sister was floating in the water, completely motionless. Sam could only watch as his seventeen year old sibling dived in for the youngest, the water swimming up to his waist.
The child was scooped up by a pair of strong arms, and cradled into the soaking wet chest of her big brother as he hurried out the shallow section of the lake.
"Sammy, call 911, hurry!" command the eldest as he placed his sister on the ground.
The middle sibling raced of to make the important emergency call as Dean checked her vitals. She wasn't breathing and her lips were an awful shade of blue. He listened to her chest, a heart beat was found but it was much too slow for his liking.
"Shit!" cursed the teenager, running his fingers through his hair. He then pressed two fingers against her neck, a faint pulse was detected.
This had to be a cruel prank. This wasn't funny he privately screamed to God. His hand traced the delicate facial structure of the unconscious little girl. A lump bloated in his throat and tears stung in the back of his eyes.
"Chrissie?," he whispered into her ear. "Sweetheart, can you hear me."
No response was given to his fraught appeal He couldn't lose his little Chrissie, not after the nightmarish death of his mother five years previous. As he performed mouth to mouth, he begged God to cut him some slack. Nobody was stealing his baby away from him. Not now, not ever.
"C'mon, baby, wake up," pleaded the distressed teen between desperate breathes. "Please wake up."
His wish was granted as an abrupt splutter signalled sign of life within the fragile body of his sister. Water gushed out of her mouth as she coughed and choked, chest heaving under the pressure. Her brother thumped her back to relieve the discomforting pain, hoping it would unclog trapped water.
The water passed, then out came the wail. Frightened sobs ravaged the tiny frame. She immediately clung onto her big brother for comfort, fat tears streamed down her gray tinged face. Fingers curled around the wet material of her brother's t-shirt. It was like a howl of a newborn baby on being delivered into the world. The teenager smoothed her dripping hair and flicked her saturated bangs out of her seeping eyes, planting kisses on her head, that was nestled into his collar.
"D-d-dea-n-n-n-nie" whimpered the distraught little girl, never ending tears oozing from her bright green orbs.
The teenager held the weeping child close to his hammering heart, internally grateful that she had been spared.
"Ssssh, sweetheart," he hushed. "I'm here. Don't be scared. Your gonna be okay."
During the course of seventeen years, Dean had established several fears. Chrissie was still relatively new to the world and had been exposed to fear. She was scared of the dark and the Pink Elephants sequence from Dumbo. This incident was the start of a new phobia, one that she would carry for years to come. No matter how hard she tried, she would never forget that moment of terror. Neither would her brothers. For that was the day they nearly lost her to the reapers.
Now you know where Chris's phobia of water comes from. But do you think the incident was an accident? That is the question.
What do you think John would say when he turns up in the aftermath? Who do you think will get the brunt of his wrath? Nevertheless Chrissie will witness the chaos.
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