This is going to be a rushed chapter. I'm trying to stay as true to the episode as possible. So I'm sorry for the jumpiness of it. Please continue to enjoy and follow me on my other stories. I do not own Supernatural. Just Christina.

Chapter Seven

Christina's POV

I was shaking. Scared. Not as scared as the girl that sat in the chair in the room her face covered in blood. She was crying when the man looked at me his eyes dangerous. I swallowed my fear and was taking shaky steps back my gun still raised. With a quick swipe my gun scattered across the floor. I was scared. Oh S***! I thought my eyes wide. I blinked and the guy was on top of me his large hands wrapping around my throat. I felt my hands flaying as I tried to punch my way out of this situation. "Dree..." I tried to call out for my brother who was back in the room with the young girl. "Hhh.." I slapped the guy's face several times trying to make him stop but he just released my neck with one hand before punching me across the face.

I welcomed the brief amount of air before I felt the man getting pulled off of me. "Get off my sister!" Dean's scream made me take in a gasping breath as I slowly climbed to my feet. A loud crash filled the small house that we were in. I squeezed the tears from my eyes at what Dean had been thrown into. Broken ceramic china scattered over the floor and I rushed into the room with the little girl in it and slammed the door closed. "Not on your life!" Dean screamed as I searched for something I could block the door. The only chance was to use the chair the little girl was using and she was still tied to the chair.

I moved quickly my fingers flying to untie her and use her chair but I could hear Dean struggling with the man out there. "Come with me." I said grabbing her hand and pushing the door open. Dean moved his hand so that we could run. The girl's hand tightened in mine as we ran out the front door.

"What's going to happen to that man?" The young girl asked as we traveled to the Impala which was still parked down the street a ways.

"Don't worry about him." I said trying to open the door. After another quick tug the door swung open and the girl climbed in. I felt this invisible pull towards the house and looked back at her. "Stay here." I closed the door before running back up to the house. Dean and the man were still struggling over dominance. I saw my forgotten gun below a small end table. The sweet smell of apple pie filled the room and I saw her. Standing just a few feet from the struggling men and she was smiling. "Leave them alone!" I screamed she looked up at me then back down at the men. I quickly slid and drew my gun towards her knowing she wasn't going to be harmed with the silver bullets I had inside. But as I aimed it at her. She wasn't looking at the men anymore. She was looking out the window. I blinked and she was gone.

End of Christina's POV

~O.U.A.H~

Sam's POV

I knew Dr. Garrison was struggling with the idea of letting his daughter go. Callie's child form looked at her then at her father. "Is it true?" Dr. Garrison stammered. "Did your step mom poison you?" The little girl nodded her eyes staring straight at her father. "I...I can't..."

"Dr. Garrison, more innocent people are going to get hurt maybe killed if you don't do this." I said I gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "You can do this Dr. Garrison." Dr. Garrison nodded as he walked over towards the machine that was keeping his daughter alive. With one last look at his daughter as she stood next to me, he began to turn off the machine.

~O.U.A.H~

Dr. Garrison was sitting beside the nurses station trying to calm himself down when Dean and Christina walked in. They quickly made their way towards me and I reassured that I was just fine. "It was Dr. Garrison's daughter, Callie. She was the one that was mimicking the Brother's Grimm stories on the folks around here."

"How did you stop it?" Christina asked.

"Dr. Garrison had to let Callie go." I said watching as Dr. Garrison looked up at us. "He had a hard time letting it happen. But I'm glad he did."

"I don't blame him." Christina said softly.

"Thanks for letting your help," Dr. Garrison said taking my hand and gently shaking it. "It was hard to let Callie's mother go and it was just as hard to let her go."

"I understand Dr. Garrison." I said but saw Dean shooting me a look. "I hope things work out for you."

"For you as well." Dr. Garrison took a moment to shake both Christina's and Dean's hands before leaving us behind.

"That's what I need you two to do for me." Dean said as we walked out to the Impala.

"What let you go?" I asked seeing Christina nodding sadly. Even though I could see in her eyes she wasn't ready to do that. "Dean I'm not going to do that. How could you ask me to?"

"Sam, it just needs to happen." Dean snapped.

I looked down at Christina who gave me a look of not knowing who to follow, who to back up. "Dean, we got to try."

"My life isn't worth it, Sammy." He rubbed his face and then looked over at the Impala. "Come on. Let's get some sleep before we leave."

End of Sam's POV

~O.U.A.H~

Christina's POV

Later That Night

I woke up to Dean's loud snores. Usually it never bothered me but for some reason it woke me up, and I'm glad it did. Sam's bed was empty as if he had decided to leave us and just go hunting by himself like he had done a few times last year. But now I had the fear he might be in trouble. I quietly walked up to his bed and placed my hand on where his body should have been. It was barely warm. I looked over at our bags and noticed Dean's had been rummaged through. Dean had the colt in there. Oh god no. I wanted to run after Sam but I had no idea where he might be. I grabbed my cellphone to call his but saw it on the nightstand behind the alarm clock.

I was in the middle of something hard. Do I wake up Dean and tell him what Sam was doing or wait and confront Sam myself and keep it a secret from Dean. Dean shifted once again in his bed but didn't wake up. I was scared of what to do, that I grabbed my shoes and slipped them over my bare feet. My pajama bottoms blew around my legs as I walked out into the night sky the wind blowing a chilled wind that made my bare arms start to prickle. But I didn't care. I needed to confront Sam when he got back. Searching through my pajama pockets I found a couple of dollar bills and walked over towards the drink vending machine down the way from our room.

I wanted to go back inside because I felt cold and that soda I drank didn't make me feel any better. But as I was about to give up on my brother the Impala silently drove and parked in the parking spot. Sam looked at me surprised to see me slowly standing to my feet. "What are you doing?" I asked before he could question why I was sitting there.

"Nothing." Sam said his voice low and dark. "Just don't worry about it."

"Sam," I grabbed his arm and saw the colt still in his hand. I looked up at him my eyes wide with worry. "Did you...?"

"No, but I did kill one." He said wanting to move past me to get inside the hotel room. But I stayed in front of him. "Christy let me go back to bed."

"No. Sam we need to talk about this. You're scaring me."

"I'm scaring you? What about Dean's time running low? That's not?"

"Sam, I'm scared for Dean's deadline too. But we got to do solve this problem with a leveled head and not by some word of some Demon."

"You don't trust Ruby either?" Sam asked his eyes growing dark. The dark aura around him began to swirl making me take a step back. I didn't think black could grow darker. "I thought you wanted us to succeed in trying to save Dean. I thought you were excited when Ruby came back and helped us get the colt to work."

"Sam, I want to succeed I really do. But..." I licked my lips and looked back at the dark room of our hotel. "Sam let's make a better plan then to kill every crossroad demon we come across."

"How do you know I went to a crossroad demon?"

"You're wanting to save Dean. A regular run-of-the-mill demon would work. Or Ruby would have helped us long ago." Sam shook his head and I could see tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes. "Sam don't worry." I said wrapping my arms around him and holding him tight. "We'll save Dean. One way we will." I could almost feel the cold grow colder as the dark aura began to encase me. I wanted to break free but I couldn't leave my brother by himself. "We are Winchesters. We will find a way."

End of Christina's POV