Sam stared out of Bobby's kitchen window, his brow fixed into a frown. Chrissie was outside with Bobby, helping him fix an old pick-up truck. Bobby had even given the little girl some overalls to wear, even though they were far too big for the five year old, the aging hunter found it a very amusing sight. Sam watched as Bobby placed his baseball cap on Chrissie's head, which made the pair laugh.
Sitting at the kitchen table, and reading newspaper whilst sipping some strong black coffee, was John. He gazed up briefly at his younger son, just as Dean entered the kitchen. The atmosphere in the room could be cut with a knife. The older teenager sighed heavily as he shifted his eyes between the two. John and Sam had been up all right arguing.
"When are we leaving?" asked Dean, as he sat down next to his father.
Sam's shoulders became tense. He didn't want to leave Bobby's, as he had grown used to the familiar environment, and it would once again disrupt his school work. Also, he didn't want to be the one to break it to Chrissie that they were leaving her cherished Uncle Bobby's house, after several months.
"This afternoon," grunted John, his eyes tracing the newspaper obituaries. "Make sure you guys are all packed up and ready to go by one o'clock. We're needed in Texas, and I'm not hangin' around here anymore. I know when I'm not welcome. Sam, go get your sister, and get her ready. No arguments, I had enough of that crap last night."
At that moment, Sam slammed his hands on the table, almost knocking over John's coffee mug. The thirteen year old was furious.
"You go, Dad!" he hissed, his clenched hands trembling. "I don't want to be responsible for making a five year old little girl cry! Honestly, you always do this to us! Uprooting our family again, just to chase around monsters!"
John threw down his paper, and quickly shot up onto his feet. The hunter towered over his younger son. At the same time, Dean became animated, and forced himself between the pair.
"We save lives!" shouted John. "We're leaving today! I'm not going through this again with you! End of story! People need us, Sam, and I'm still surprised that you don't really grasp that idea! Now, do as I say, and get your sister, this instant!"
Sam surged forward, as if to add more to further the argument, only for Dean to gently push him back.
"Dude, just get Chrissie," said Dean. "I don't want her to see you guys fighting again, you know how it affects her."
Sam was appalled. Dean was the reason why they were living at Bobby's in the first place, after Chrissie's first paranormal encounter and juvenile ghost sickness. The thirteen year old assumed that Dean would be fighting to stay, but it appeared that Dean had once again fallen into line, all thanks to John.
Upset, Sam shoved Dean, before storming outside. Chrissie raced over towards her brother, with a large smile on her face, nearly tripping over her oversized overalls.
"Sammy, look at me! Don't I look silly," grinned the little girl. "Bobby gave me his hat, saying that it's good luck. It smells funny."
Her smile soon vanished in a flash, as Sam scooped her up in his arms. Bobby followed as the two siblings ventured back indoors.
"Sammy?" asked the little girl, as Sam stomped upstairs with her. "Why are you angry? Have I been naughty? What's wrong?"
She could hear raised voices drifting from the kitchen, which made her pout.
"Oh no," she whimpered. "Everybody is mad. I don't like it when everybody is mad. I have done something wrong."
At that moment, the little girl began to cry. Sam gently consoled her, as he finally made it to his sister's bedroom. He continued to comfort her, as he helped her out of the overalls. Chrissie hiccupped and sniffled, as she then slipped into an old pair of shorts and Elmo t-shirt.
"Nobody is mad at you, Chrissie," uttered Sam, as he then brushed her fluffy hair. "Dad is just in one of his moods again. You know how he is."
Chrissie became even more confused, when Sam began to pack up her things. She cuddled Goober tightly for comfort, as Sam placed all her clothes into a bag.
"Where are we going?" asked the five year old, innocently. "Somewhere nice? Are we going to Disneyland?"
Sam paused, and shook his head. He gazed at his baby sister sadly, before perching her onto his knee, like a little bird.
"Chrissie, I know you like it here at Uncle Bobby's…" he began slowly.
"I love it here at Uncle Bobby's," interrupted the child. "I have my own room and everything."
Sam couldn't look at his sister, as the expression on her face was killing him inside.
"Chrissie, we have to leave Uncle Bobby's," said Sam. "Daddy has to go back to work, and he doesn't want to leave us, so we have to go with him, just like before. Remember, there was a motel with a swing set once. You liked that."
There was no point in Sam trying to put a smile on the child's face, as she was once again in tears. He could only cuddle her.
"I like it here," wailed the five year old. "I don't wanna leave."
Even when the Impala was all ready to go, Chrissie remained stubborn. She fought against her father, as she was wrestled out of Bobby's arms.
"Just go with your Daddy, darlin'," said Bobby. "You can call me anytime if you want. I'll always be here, and you can always come and visit."
For Chrissie, that still wasn't good enough/
"Uncle Bobby!" howled the little girl, her heart breaking. "No! No! I don't wanna go! I don't wanna go!"
In true fashion, she continued to kick up a storm as she was fastened into her car seat. Tears poured down her cheeks, as her whole face flushed tomato red. Soon, the Impala left Bobby's house. Chrissie could only shriek in despair, whilst holding onto her teddy bear.
A:N/ So, it's back on the road for the Winchesters once again. More coming up soon :)
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