Three chapters on day. I don't own anything supernatural. But I do own Christina. Please comment and enjoy.
Christina's POV
I sat up staring out the window as we were driven out of town. Even my allergic haze I heard everything. What were those people hiding? Why were they so keen on making that couple wait. I felt Dean's eyes on my face as we drove. My tongue felt normal again inside my mouth. I shot it out making sure it wasn't just wishful thinking.
"Allergic to apples?" He asked me as I began to bite my tongue. I shook my head.
"They had put hazelnut powder in the cider. And I'm allergic to hazelnut." I brought down the vanity mirror and stuck my tongue out. It was normal. I love my allergy pills. I thought as I pushed the vanity mirror back to the roof. "That's why I spat out the drink."
"So it's a good thing we left then," I saw Dean smile. I rolled my eyes. "It just proves that they are hiding something and it's not a coincidence those people's car broke down in that town on this date."
"You think they were made to come through there?" I asked I saw Dean shrug. I looked down at the worn leather journal of a man I didn't know. I reached for it before Dean picked it up and handed it to me.
"Be careful." He said I nodded.
Scribbles covered the lined papers as I tried to decipher what the man ,I was supposed to call dad, was writing about. I read the scribbles trying to learn as much as I possibly can about the man before I saw a page that made me blink twice at it. "Hey Dean listen to this." I cleared my throat as Dean pulled over to the side of the road. "This doesn't have to do with the case unfortunately but it's pretty interesting none of the less."
"Tell me," He said.
"Okay here it goes." I took a quick swig of water. "November 2nd 1984. There was a knock on my door. It scared Dean and Sammy. I was nervous. The hotel room was barely fit to keep out the cold, let alone demons. But I had to answer the door. I had placed Sammy in Dean's hands and told him to hide somewhere to keep him quiet as I went to see who was at the door. I looked outside. There was a man standing out in the rain. He looked unaware that it was storming. 'Who is it?' I called he didn't answer, but knocked again. Dean was scared and started to cry for Mary. He was missing her terribly. Sammy was crying too. I couldn't let the man in. Knowing full well he might attack me. Might attack my kids. 'Go away.' I yelled.
"'John Winchester I have something that belongs to you.' I froze when he said my name. I didn't know who he was. I checked the peep hole the man was holding something, something that wiggled underneath blankets. I saw a small hand reaching out. It was a baby. The man was holding a baby and he claimed it was mine. I looked over at Dean who had Sammy asleep now. I quickly walked over and closed the closet door. I then took a step outside in the rain. The man was tall and well built. He looked at me with dark cold eyes. 'John Winchester?' He said my name again. 'I want you to you to meet your daughter.'"
"I barely remember that night." Dean said his voice steady. My eyes were clouding with tears. Dad knew who I was? "Let me read." Dean said taking the book from my hands. "'She can't be mine.'" Dean read. His voice was built for reading stories. "'Take her somewhere else. I can't take care of another mouth, let alone another baby.' I slammed the door shut. I heard Dean squeak with fear and I heard Sammy start to cry. I looked outside and the man and baby were gone."
"Guess it's a good thing I didn't go with Sam." I said I felt my heart break in my chest. "He'd take one look at me and turn tail and run." I felt tears stinging in my eyes and I felt Dean's strong arms wrap around me. "Why didn't he want me?" I said crying slightly. It felt like a safe place to cry. "Why didn't he want me in his life? Who's to say he wants me now?"
"Don't say that." Dean said with a smile. "Dad will love to see you. Love to see how big you are." I let out a chuckle. "You know I'm new at this whole 'I've got a little sister now bit,' but how about we grab a few drinks before we head back huh?" I nodded. He spoke my language. "At least we'll get to know each other better. Maybe you can even spill a few funny secrets of Sammy and college."
"Maybe, if you're willing to buy me a couple of shots of Tequila or whiskey...Whiskey."
"Spoken like a true Winchester," he said handing me the journal. "Hang on tight." The car roared as we sprinted down the road. At least he treats me like family and not a burden. I smiled as we drove. I was happy to have brothers who cared for me. I am a Winchester. Hopefully dad will see that too.
~Scarecrow~
It was dark when Dean raced back into town. I kept an eye out for the sheriff as we drove past the sleepy town and was heading towards the orchard. I hope we're not to late. I thought as I held the EMF detector in my hands. When it started to buzz, and when we saw the Honda Accord parked off on the side of the road, Dean pulled off and we ran out. He pointed towards the orchard while he ran back to grab his shotgun. I saw something moving towards the road. I squinted and saw the couple Dean and I had seen earlier.
"Help us!" The woman screamed clutching at her husband tightly around the hand. I felt my feet flying as I ran towards them. Something else moved behind them, slowly but it was coming closer. It was the scarecrow. My eyes went wide as I dragged the couple away. I saw Dean running towards us his shotgun held tightly in his hands.
"This way!" I screamed pulling the couple to the left. We fell onto the soft dirt before scrambling to our feet. The scarecrow looked in our direction but was heading straight at Dean, who fired his rifle. The shot rang out but the scarecrow didn't slow. He shot at him again and once again the scarecrow seemed uninfected by the shots. "Hurry get to your car!" I screamed as I rushed back towards my brother forgetting there was a homicidal scarecrow ready to kill anyone that came into his orchard at night. "Dean!" I screamed when I couldn't see him but I saw the scarecrow taking a few steps in my direction.
I began to shake as my legs refused to move. He raised a hand sickle in his hand and brought it down only to be stopped by Dean's shotgun. With some built up protective strength he pushed the scarecrow back making it stumble into he shadows. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the Impala. I felt my breath grow tight in my chest as we looked into the darkened trees for the scarecrow but it never came back.
The couple we saved braved a look out of their car and walked toward us as Dean was placing the shot gun he had grabbed. "What was that?" The woman asked Dean. She looked down at the gun he had in his hands. "What the hell are you two? Killers?"
"Killers of the supernatural." I said pulling out a small tool kit from under my seat. I walked over to the couples car and lifted up the hood. "Don't worry you'll be safe now that my brother and I are here."
"How do we know that you're not going to kill us?" The woman asked again, her eyes piercing the back of my head. "I mean you lied about him being your fiance."
"I guess you don't, but now let's get your car fixed. Dean. A hand." I opened the tool box and I heard rhythmic clapping behind me. "Not now." I growled rolling my eyes.
"Why don't you stay in my car." Dean said to the couple throwing off his jacket and setting it on the front bumper. "It's going to be a few minutes to figure out exactly what they did."
"Alright thanks." The man said and I watched them walk to the back seat and slid in closing the door behind them.
~Scarecrow~
The couple sped away about a hour after we rescued them. I cleared my throat and headed towards the car stopping and glancing back over inside the darkened orchard. "Are you getting weird vibe from this place?" I asked as I had slid back into the car. The orchard was giving me the willies and I needed to get away.
"Yeah," Dean said narrowing his green eyes. "But right now I think we need to find a place to sleep. I'll...I'll call Sammy and see what he thinks is going on." I nodded and kept looking out into the orchard. A wave a terror crept over me as I saw the scarecrow standing it's hay-bag head slowly watching us. And before we completely left the orchard behind I could've swore I saw that thing climbing up on the post and fell deathly still.
End of Christina's POV