Sorry for not doing this the last couple of chapters. But I have a lot of added material because I want to try and make it flow with my Character. I hope you like it.

Chapter Five

Sam's POV

I was moving with such speed that I could hear my sister's huffing behind me. Dean had no problem matching my speed-walk. "So you just came with this conclusion how long ago?" Dean asked as we stopped when we saw a large toad sitting on the sidewalk looking straight at us.

"As I was coming back from the old lady's house." I said pushing Dean to walk around the toad since it wouldn't hop away when we approached. "I mean it dawned on me that it was similar to the Brother Grimm stories I used to read back in college."

"You read fairy tales in College?" Dean asked looking quite skeptical at me.

"It was an English assignment." Christina's voice breathlessly said. "I flunked that course so no wonder I couldn't remember them."

"You flunked English?" Dean asked and she nodded. "That's hard to believe."

"Shut up, Dean." She hissed softly as I stopped them. A house was ahead of us. On the house a large ripe orange pumpkin on the corner.

"Cinderella." I said and Dean looked at me with large curious eyes.

"What?"

"That house up there is Cinderella. You know the girl who's forced to clean up the house for her mother and step sisters. She uses a pumpkin as a coach and mice as the horses?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Can you be more gay?"

"Come on." I groaned not wanting to take any crap from him.

"How do we know someone's in there is going to be forced the up clean the house?" Dean asked as we walked up the steps.

I peered inside the darkened windows and saw nobody inside. Maybe I had gotten it wrong until I felt Christina move past us and bent down at the door taking out her lock picking tools. "What are you doing?" I hissed looking over my shoulder to make sure nobody could see my sister breaking in.

"Helping you prove your theory." She said sliding the tools into her pocket and stood up. The door squeaked open making three mice run across the floor. "Just don't touch anything, just in case this isn't a house we need to worry about." She said walking in the door. Dean and I followed, me closing the door gently behind me.

The house was an old Victorian with three separate hallways. Dean took the hallway to the left while Christina took the middle careful not to knock anything over as she walked the narrow space. That left the right side for me.

The first room I reached was the dining room. The dishes were hastily knocked to the floor as I walked around the table. The broken pieces crackled underneath my feet. I froze as I lifted my foot to only snap my head up as I heard something go bump in the kitchen behind a closed door. I carefully took out my gun and moved stealthily towards the door. My hand was trembling as I pushed but as the door swung open I saw a girl about my sister's age tied up to the drawer with pieces of fabric a gag was also around her mouth. She looked genuinely scared.

I bent down and she let out a muffled scream but I placed my gun back inside my jeans. "Shhh shh. It's going to be okay. I'm bot here to hurt you." I slowly reached for her gag and gently untied it. "What happened?" I asked seeing her relax a little as I dropped the gag.

"My...my stepmother just went crazy." She whimpered tugging on the fabric that tied her hands to the drawer. "She tied me up and left with my stepsisters."

"How long ago was that?" I asked grabbing a kitchen knife to cut the fabric I couldn't untie.

"An hour, I think." She cried. She began to rub her wrist and I stood up. "You're not hear to rob me?"

"No." I said helping her to her feet. "Please don't call the police, okay?" The girl nodded and walked behind me as we walked out of the kitchen. Christina and Dean walked in and the girl hid behind me. "It's okay. They're with me." The girl was trembling but we all could understand.

"Are you okay?" Christina asked but got slugged in the shoulder by Dean. "What? I was just wondering."

"She was just tied up," I said. "But you're not hurt are you?" She shook her head before squeaking in freight as something landed on the floor in the livingroom Dean had just come from. "Go up the stairs." I said to her as Dean and Christina rushed to the livingroom.

End of Sam's POV

Christina's POV

I ran into Dean's back as he had stopped suddenly just inside the livingroom. I wanted to yell at him but I saw the same girl standing in the middle of the livingroom still wearing the white dress with the red sash. "Help me." I took a step towards her but I felt Dean grab my wrist.

"Dean, let me go." I said not looking at him. He reluctantly let go of my wrist. "I'm not going to hurt you." I said reaching my hand out. The girl reached out a hand and an apple materialized in the middle of her palm.

"Help me." She whispered. I hesitated when I reached for the Apple she nodded and my hand closed around the ruby red fruit. "Help me." The air grew cold as she vanished from sight, but the apple was still in my hand.

"What was that all about?" Dean asked as I turned around staring at the apple in my hand. "What's with the Apple?"

"She wanted me to take it." I said my stomach grumbled as I continued to stare at it. "I wonder if I should..." I raised the apple to my mouth to take a bite. Sam stood looking scared as my teeth sunk into the soft flesh of the fruit. As I chewed colors swirled around me as I swallowed. Soon I could feel my throat tighten as I dropped the apple from my hands. I felt Sam and Dean grab my arms as I felt myself falling to the ground. The colors around me turning black as I fought to breath.

"Breathe!" Dean was screaming as I was still fighting to breath. Was it the Apple I ate? I thought as I felt Dean stand me up and wrapped his arms around my stomach and squeezed lifting me into the air. As soon as my feet touched the ground I felt the the apple fly out of my mouth even though I knew I had chewed it, it looked as though I hadn't chewed it at all. Sam rushed over and grabbed the piece of apple I had just spat up and held it in his palm. The coughing I felt stung my throat.

"Dammit..." I said hoarse as Dean rubbed my back. I let out another spurt of coughs. "...I hope I'm not allergic to apples too." I forced out followed by another round of coughs.

"I don't think it's because you're allergic," Sam said showing me the apple. "It's more like Snow White."

"What?" Dean questioned helping me to sit down on the floor. "I thought Snow White died with a poisoned apple."

"But in the Brother's Grimm story she just choked on it." Sam snapped showing Dean the apple.

"What now the ghost girl is a witch too?"

"I don't think it was intentional that I choked," I said taking in a slow deep breath. "I think it was more of a cry for help."

"How is choking someone who's going to help you out helping you out?"

"Dean. I think we need to head to hospital. Not for me, but for answers."

End of Christina's POV

~O.U.A.H.~

Dean's POV

"I don't understand what answer's we were going to get here." I complained feeling foolish for listening. "We have a ghost that killed three people, almost five."

"That girl wasn't in any danger, Dean." Sam said. "And even if Christy was to choke on that she wouldn't have died. Snow White didn't. She was just sent into a coma."

"But Christy was choking on the Apple." I grumbled.

"Guys I hate when you talk about me like I'm not here." Christina complained. "Yes I was choking but..." she looked up at me holding her hands together. "..my handsome prince brother saved my life."

"Shut up, psycho." I said shoving her gently before bumping into Dr. Garrison who was walking out of a room looking very solemn.

"Can I help you three?" He asked looking at us shocked.

"I was wondering if-"

"Sorry but give me a second." Dr. Garrison pushed past us and rushed to an older woman who looked as though she had a fight with a large animal. "What happened?" Dr. Garrison asked as they wheeled the old lady past us.

"She was assaulted at the supermarket." An EMT said quickly.

"He took my grand daughter." The woman cried as they dragged her into a hospital room.

"Who took your grand daughter?" I asked stepping in forgetting about what I was going to ask Dr. Garrison.

"A tall man with dark hair and blue eyes." The woman stopped for a few seconds as Dr. Garrison checked her vitals quickly. "He had a tattoo on his arm."

"It's the same guy from the construction brothers." I said looking over at Sam and Christina who nodded. "Don't worry Ma'am I'm going to get your granddaughter."

"Please hurry." She cried, and we were pushed out into the hallway.

"Little Red Hood." Sam muttered. "Dean you and Christina look for the girl I'll stay and talk with Dr. Garrison. Try and find out who that little girl was."

"Sounds like a plan." I said and rushed out of the hospital with Christina right behind me.

End of Dean's POV