"Chrissie, come out from under the car," begged Sam, as he peered underneath the 1986 Hyundai Excel ."Please, come out from under there. You could get hurt if you stay under there, like if the man in the next room needs to use his car."
The stubborn little girl refused to move from her position, curled into a tight ball under the front bonnet of the Hyundai. She had been in a bad mood ever since they left South Dakota. Sam, whilst on volunteered baby-sitting duty, was trying desperately to make light of the situation, and to possibly bring a smile to Chrissie's face. He was trying to teach her how to play basketball, for the motel had a small dusty basketball court, near the bug littered swimming pool. However, when his back was turned, the five year old had vanished. On searching the entire motel complex, Sam eventually found her, hiding underneath the Hyundai, belonging to the alcoholic in the room next to them.
Sam sighed heavily, as he slumped onto the ground, with his back up against the front tyres, on the passenger side of the car. The sandy gravel was scorching to the touch, but Chrissie didn't care as she rubbed it between her tiny pale fingers.
"Look, I know you're upset, Chrissie," said Sam, his thick floppy hair becoming sticky with sweat. "I didn't want to leave Uncle Bobby's either, but we had no choice. Dad says he calls the shots around here. There would be no point arguing, since our opinions clearly don't matter."
The little girl sniffed, an adorable frown was an obvious statement to what mood she was in.
"I don't like it here, Sammy. Daddy was mean to me. He stopped the car and shouted at me, because I was crying," she said, with a pout. "I couldn't help it."
Sam rubbed his hand across his dripping forehead, before running his fingers through his hair. He could still hear his little sister's squeals and cries from their unpleasant car journey, and even more so, his father's furious yells.
The thirteen year old hated the road trip as much as his sister, only he would get his ass kicked if he threw a tantrum. Nevertheless, his father's attitude appalled him. Dean also tried to comfort the distraught little girl, yet as the journey progressed further, his patience began to wear thin, to the point when he raised his voice too, which only made matters worse. And ever since their arrival in Texas, Chrissie refused to speak to her father and eldest brother.
It hurt Dean to see Chrissie this way, but there was nothing more than he could do. He wanted to please his father this time around, and to not be on the receiving end of his wrath again. The seventeen year old didn't want his younger siblings to witness that again, and decided to appease his father's wishes in order to protect them. Besides, John had promised his eldest much more involvement in hunting, now that they were back on the road again. John would always state it was for the greater good.
"Daddy loves you, remember that," said Sam. "He might have a funny way of showing it, but he loves you very much, Chrissie. He wants to protect you, since you're the baby."
The little girl was offended at that statement.
"I'm not a baby," she said, indignantly. "I'm five, when I used be four."
Sam chuckled slightly, as he rolled his eyes. He then began to play with the laces of his battered sneakers.
"I hate it here too," he stated. "I don't wanna start a new school again, when summer vacation is over. Dean won't care, since he hates school and barely attends. Hey, you'll be starting kindergarten very soon. We need to get you ready for it. You'll like kindergarten."
Chrissie huffed, stating the opposite of Sam's words.
"Nuhuh," said the five year old. "I just wanna go back to Uncle Bobby's. I miss my bedroom, and so does Goober."
The little girl began to wail once again, to which she finally crawled out from under the Hyundai. Sam scooped her up, and cuddled her tightly. Suddenly, a beer can landed at Sam's foot, narrowly missing Chrissie's head. It was their neighbour.
"Hey! Get the hell away from my car, you little shits!" roared the alcoholic, lobbing another beer can at the siblings. "I'll wring both your scrawny necks if you go near my car again!"
Agitated, Sam hurried up towards their room, only for the man to stand in their doorway. The drunk glared at the crying child.
"Shut the fuck up!" he screamed in Chrissie's face, which frightened her. "I'm sick of hearing you cry all the damn time! You think you've got problems, well wait till you get to my age, kid!"
Sam shoved the drunk away, trying to protect his little sister. He then quickly rushed inside, and drew the curtains and locked the door. The motel manageress was then heard outside, having seen the situation unfold from her office. Before long, the drunk had been forced to leave under police escort, after it came to light that he was peddling drugs from his room, alongside the drunk and disorderly behaviour.
Sam hated places like this. He didn't feel safe, not just from the creatures that were lurking in the shadows, but from regular people. If he wasn't safe, then neither was Chrissie. As he cuddled his crying little sister he knew one thing. He hated this life. He needed to get out.
Hmmm, I sense trouble brewing. Perhaps it might lead to a major event in Sam's life, that he regards as a happy memory. Shame, its the opposite for Dean.
Guess what's coming up very soon...
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