Sorry for the slow process but school is a bitch :P. I plan more father/daughter moments and wee sister and big bro moments too. Again I do not own Supernatural or its characters apart for Chris. Ideas are welcomed.

Chris's wayward baseball leads to destruction and to another heart to heart moment with her big bro.

Grounded

I was bored. Dad was out again and Dean was in the motel room. I just sat outside with my back against the dumpster and tossed my baseball between my hands. I sighed and rested my head against the cool metal of the dumpster. It was hot and the heat was making sweat gather on my forehead. I tried singing Pokemon but I wasn't in the mood, I wish I went with Dad, Dean was busy researching. Again. I hadn't heard from Sam in nearly four weeks and I was still waiting for him to come back. I didn't slug around anymore as my moping got on Dad's nerves and I chose to bottle up my misery in order to get on his good side and in a way it helped.

My God I was so bored. I was then getting pissed at everything around me. The sun. The chirping of a distant bird. Even my baseball. I threw it away furiously.

SMASH!

Oh shit! My stomach fell as I stood up and gazed over in the direction I threw the ball, hand over my mouth. The ball had smashed a window. That wasn't the worst part. It wasn't an ordinary window. It was one of the window of the Impala. I scrabbled over in a panic.

"Aw crap" I said snatching the ball from the back seat "I'm so dead."

The motel room door swung open and there standing with a look of wrath was Dean. My eyes widened.

"AHHHHHH!" I screamed as I fled from the car with Dean charging after me at lighting speed.

I skidded round the corner and collided with several trash cans. I looked up to see Dean looming over me. I grinned sheepishly up at him, my baseball cap at a squint angle. Okay this was the part when he murdered me. Instead he grabbed me and carried me under his arm like a football. I hung my head shamefully as I was lead back to the shattered window of the Impala. I was planted back down with a thump.

"What the hell Chris!" demanded Dean angrily pointing at the window.

"It was an accident" I pleaded "I didn't mean to."

"Sure you didn't" he replied.

"What are you saying?" I said defensively folding my arms "That I meant to break your stupid window. Well I didn't."

Dean glared at me "Don't lie to me Chris I know your pissed at Sam for not calling. But hell don't take it out on me and Dad."

"You talk crap Dean" I said standing my ground "Sam ain't here no more so he can do what the hell he wants."

"Watch your mouth young lady!" warned Dean.

"Screw you!" I spat "You're not the boss of me!"

Dean then grabbed me by the wrist and hauled me back inside "When Dad ain't around. I am."

He was right on the money there. I was causing more trouble than normal, rebellion released my inner anger. I was recently suspended school because I kept picking fights with other kids. They kept picking on me and I needed to defend myself one way or another. Punching them in the face was the best way to win, let's just say that having Dean as a role model has it's down sight with the amount of fights he has got himself into over the years.

He came down to my level "You're attitude stinks kid."

I scowled at him "Shut up!"

He then grabbed my arms angrily "That's exactly what I'm talkin about! You're grounded!"

I curled my hands into small fists and I continued to stare daggers at him.

I cried out in outrage and distress "Everybody hates me!"

I then wretched myself away from Dean and marched into the bathroom and slammed to door. Once I locked the door I sat with my back against it. Tears were welling in my eyes but I refused to let them fall. I hated crying, I felt stupid and weak whenever I did. I gritted my teeth and wrapped my arms around my knees. Everybody was treating me different nowadays. It was like I got in the way of everything. I felt so alone.

There was a gentle knock on the door "Chrissie?"

I buried my head in my arms and growled a reply "Get lost!"

Somehow Dean didn't seem as pissed now "I'm sorry I yelled at you kiddo."

I snivelled "No you ain't."

He sighed "I am. I know the past few weeks have been tough on you."

I lifted my head "Ya think."

"Look it ain't my fault Sammy hasn't called.."

I cut him off "He has though."

Dean sounded surprised "What?"

I rolled my eyes "I heard you and Dad arguing. He did call but Dad told him never to call again and he hasn't. You guys thought I was asleep but I heard every single part of it."

"You heard?"

"Yes"

"You shouldn't have."

"Why?"

"Because I know how close you and Sammy are."

"Were. He ain't here no more. You and Dad are all that I have now."

I then got up and unlocked the door and peeked round saw Dean looking down at me. He gave me a sad smile. I scuffed my feet and glanced up at him with puppy dog eyes underneath the shadow of my baseball cap.

"Sorry I busted the car window"

"It's cool kiddo it was an accident" he said hugging me.

He chuckled and pulled my cap over my eyes "You're still grounded though."

I yanked the hat back up and muttered "You suck."

This was going to be my life now. Just me, Dad and Dean. Travelling around the States as custom. Little did I know what life had in store for me. Life was going to get more tough and much more dangerous.