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Christina's POV
I hated being a girl sometimes as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror staring at my reflection. Something snapped in my brain making me freak out. I let out a small sigh for a confidence booster and quickly sent my hands under the cold water splashing some over my face. I walked over quickly dried my hands and face and opened the door smacking it against someone. My first thought I was one of my brothers checking up on me but as I closed the door my heart stopped.
"Sorr-" My eyes went wide as I looked up at the face of someone I never expected to see. "Stan." I breathed my hazel eyes were started to quiver, fighting back tears of happiness and of sorrow. "What..."
"Alex is sick." Stan said his voice low and cold. "Glad to see you took the time to visit him." I swallowed hair trying to seek refuge from my brothers who were still interviewing another one of the parents. "But let me guess, you're not here for Alex, but for a case huh?"
"Stan, please don't start this right now." I could feel anger building up in my chest as I looked back up at Stan's light green eyes. His brown hair was pushed around messily on top of his head. Dark rings surrounded his eyes. "You know I care about Alex."
"Then why don't you stay with him?"
"Because of my brothers...they need my help." Stan's face twisted in confusion as he turned to see my two brothers walking towards us.
"Brothers?" Stan asked looking back at me. I let out a sigh to steady my stomach before letting out a small smile. "So now your brother's are more important then your own son?"
"Stan, nobody is more important that Alex," Sam and Dean stopped just at the corner obviously trying to eavesdrop and to talk about our next plan. "What can you tell me happened to Alex?" I asked trying to go back to my CDC counterpart.
"Doctor say is pneumonia. But there's no way. Alex is healthy and I don't know how to explain it."
"Does Alex have any siblings he might have gotten sick from?" I asked knowing full well that Alex didn't have any siblings, that I knew of. Stan shook his head and back at Sam and Dean who were now trying to appear to not have been listening to my conversation. "Excuse me, Mr..." I waited for Stan to give me his last name. Stan shook his head and leaned down close to my ear.
"Alex needs his mom, Chriss. Try and visit him before it's too late." My stomach twisted and I felt a blush form on my face as Stan gently caressed my cheek with is soft lips. My head screamed at me for being an idiot for not following him when Stan turned to leave. I stood there for a moment before I felt Dean grab my arm and pull me towards the stairs.
"What was that all about?" He asked as we made our way down the stairs. "Letting that guy kiss you like that?"
"He was just being nice." I said with a shrug. "Besides it was just a peck on the cheek from an ex. It wasn't like a proposal or anything."
"That was your ex?" Sam asked as we finally reached the bottom of the stairs.
"It's not important." I snapped walking towards the entrance of the hospital. "What did you guys find out from that parent you interviewed?"
"His oldest was first and his youngest got sick last night." Dean said quickly obviously wanting to get back to what was troubling me.
"So where to next?" I asked shooting a glare over at Sam and Dean. They weren't allowed in my personal life at the moment. I still had to calm myself down from everything. I knew that being an emotional hunter was deadly combination. I had practice in pushing my emotions deep down so that I could concentrate on the job at hand.
"We're heading to the last victim's house to see if we can find something supernatural." Sam said not buying my quick change of topic.
"Okay." I said with a bite to my voice. I stomped my way towards the car and slammed the back door holding my head trying to push my emotions further down but they were starting to resurface. I couldn't stand the looks I got from Sam and Dean when they climbed in and started the car. I got to tell them. I know I need to tell them...eventually.
End of Christina's POV
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Dean's POV
I was scanning the room with my EMF as Sam was using the black light while Christina searched through the cupboards throughout the house trying to find anything that could also cause the kids' sudden sickness.
"Nothing," Christina said walking back up into the room placing her hands on her hips. "You guys find anything?"
"Nothing here," I said waving my EMF near the dresser that I had bumped my shin on a few minutes ago on. "Sammy?"
"Nothing." He said lowering the black light. He let out a sigh and walked over towards the window only to stop and opened the latch. "You were right it's not pneumonia." I walked over towards the window and stared at what Sam was pointing at. "The wood's rotten."
It was as if someone had dropped the earth from under my feet as I stared at the black rotten wood in a shape of a long hand. Memories begin to flood through me as I knew what left that.
Dad was packing leaving me to stare at his opened journal. Once again I stood in the living room, kitchen and dining room combination hotel room, Sam sat in a large rocking chair watching his Thursday afternoon cartoons. "So you know what to do?" Dad asked me placing another shotgun into his large green duffel bag.
"Of course dad," I huffed, me being my usual pre-teen self.
"Okay, if the phone rings don't answer it." Dad began again walking back and forth from the bedroom, with the one king size bed and back to his duffel making sure he had everything. "And if it's me, I'll let it ring once, I'll end it then I'll call again."
"I got it dad." I said rolling my eyes. "You'll call once, hang up and then call again." I repeated.
"And if I'm not back by Sunday."
"Call Pastor Jim." I finished.
Dad nodded and stared at the distant form of Sam who was too entranced by the television screen. "And most important."
"Watch over Sam." I smiled and looked over at my younger brother.
"I know what did this." I said after a while of still staring at the blackened window pane. "And Dad has sent us to finish it."
End of Dean's POV
