This story idea was last minute as I was sitting alone in a free period at school. I know I said I was doing a vampire story but I thought it would be best establish the story better before I get to that stage. This one is after the events of Chris's attack whilst trying to run away and her mourning for Sam. Dean then makes her a promise.

P.S I do not own Supernatural or it's characters apart from Chris, who I do own.

Angel's Are Watching Over You

I couldn't sleep. Not after that creep attacked me. I tried in vain because I wanted to put Dean's mind at rest. I hated it when he got worried because he fussed which would eventually bug the hell outta me. Ever since I was little, if I was scared or upset I would go into clingy mode. I was like a freakin koala bear when I was having one of those moments. It was no surprise that I was like that then after my attack. I still had the stranger lingering in my memories. It then dawned on me. What would have happened if Dad and Dean hadn't shown up in the Impala. Makes me sick just remembering it.

Dad was visiting Bobby the night after my attack. I begged him to stay as I was still anxious and insecure. I didn't want him to leave me regardless to the fright I gave him when I pulled a Houdini.

"I've gotta sweetheart," he said softly putting both hands on my shoulders and looking into my eyes, "Uncle Bobby has information bot a case. I have to go. You understand me."

"Yes sir" I replied sadly, my head drooping.

Dad lifted my chin up and kissing me on the nose "I'll be back soon. Besides Dean will keep an eye out for trouble."

Oh the joy! Yet at the time it was the next best thing I had for protection. Not like I need it now. But I was a squirt then, I never held a weapon before so how the hell would I be able to defend myself. I hated feeling vulnerable all the same though.

I gazed forlornly as Dad went out the door then I glanced at Dean who was scanning through research. He wasn't paying attention, he just didn't want to be sitting there like the dork he was whilst me and Dad had our mushy moment. Or chick flick moment as Dean would put it. He put down the papers he was reading and glanced over to me.

"You cool kiddo?" he asked me with a smile and a thumbs up.

"I guess so," I said in a small voice not returning his gaze as I turned away, "I'm gonna shower now."

I grabbed my Pokemon nightdress from under my pillow and plodded into the bathroom.

I pull my t-shirt over my head and I wriggled out of my jeans. I stood their in my underwear and examined my bruised arms from were the man grabbed me. I was also developing a shiner from were he hit me across the face and a small bump on the back of my head from were I stuck my head on the hood of the perv's car. I kept getting headaches and I thought having a shower would help. The warm water did soothe me but I was still hurting. Not on the outside. That pain was nothing compared to the aching I had inside. I started blaming Sam to my horror. If he hadn't walked out on us, I wouldn't have went after him which might have saved me from being attacked. I stood under the shower downpour for nearly twenty minutes, I was then aware of someone knocking on the door.

"Y'all right in there Chrissie?" I heard Dean's voice.

"Yeah," I answered turning the shower off, "I'm comin out now anyways."

I towelled myself off and yanked the Pikachu nightdress over my head. My hair dripping wet and I dry it with the towel as best I could. It was still damp as I threw the towel down. I opened the door and peeked out to see Dean waiting outside. He crouched down to my level.

"Bad hair day" he chuckled ruffling my hair.

"Shut up" I said trying not to smile.

"I'll dry your hair if you want," he said kindly "Just don't shut me out. Don't be like me."

"Fine" I said pouting with folded arms as Dean plugged in the small hairdryer.

"Hop up then squirt" he said patting the bed with one hand whilst the other held the hairdryer.

"I ain't a squirt" I grumbled as I sat between his legs.

I heard the click of the hairdryer and my hair was suddenly flapping about wildly. I winced as Dean's hand grazed the bump on my head as he fluffed my hair.

"Sorry" he said over the blast of the hairdryer.

"It's cool," I replied, "It ain't hurting anyways."

When my hair was dry, I gave Dean my hairbrush. It was something Sam used to do. Dean would dry my hair and Sam would brush it. Still Sam was gone. It was Dean's job now.

The hairbrush glided through my wavy hair and it tickled my scalp to which I let out a small smile. I heard a chuckle.

"I saw that," smirked Dean, "You smiled."

"How can ya tell when it's the back of my head your staring at?" I asked my grin widening to which Dean laughed again.

"Do ya think Sammy will come back?" I asked then wishing I didn't.

Dean was silent and sighed putting down the hairbrush. I turned around to face him.

"I dunno kiddo," he said, "Your heard Dad."

"Yeah but he didn't mean it when he said to not come back," I said naively, "He was kidding right."

Dean face had softened "I don't think he was. You saw how pissed he was."

My face fell "But why? Why would he say that to our Sammy?"

"I dunno Chrissie," said Dean.

My bottom lip trembled and I crawled away from Dean and burrowed under the covers. I curled in a tight ball and glowered at the wall. I could feel my face crumpling and tears stinging in my eyes.

"I want Sammy" I mumbled my voice almost breaking.

I was then aware of being scooped up in a pair of strong arms. My brother starting cradling me like some infant kid. It's kinda embarrassing when I look back now. I remember bursting into tears at that point.

"W-W-Why would he l-l-eave m-m-me," I sobbed clinging onto Dean for comfort, "Why w-w-would he leave without h-his shadow."

That was Sam's nickname for me when I was younger. I'd follow him everywhere. Hence the name shadow. Dean held me close and kissed the top of my head, his arms wrapped around me tightly. I glanced up at him to see something that startled me slightly. He was crying too. Hell that was rare to see. I'd seen Sam cry before, and I once heard Dad, but never Dean. I got my stubbornness from Dean and I always avoided waterworks but that failed on occasion. This was one of those occasions.

Dean was a hero in my eyes. Nothin bothered him and he never complained about his responsibilities towards our family. He basically raised me and Sam and I didn't just regard him as my big brother. He was also a friend and a kinda father figure. He was always fiercely protective over me and Sam and he would even sacrifice himself for us. Now that Sam was gone. I was his lone responsibility. Sam's departure didn't just leave me alone, it left Dean alone.

"I'm here Chrissie," he said hushing me, tears spilling from his green eyes, "I'll never leave you. Never."

"You promise" I said gulping as he wiped away my tears with his thumb.

"I promise" he said.

He then tucked me under the covers and kissed me on the forehead.

"Angle's are watching over you" I heard him whisper as I drifted off to sleep.

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