Yes I'm updating this story really fast. I'm wanting to keep it up since this week is going to get really crazy. Thanks again for the comments. Sorry if I haven't sent you a personal thank you for some reason I'm not getting the reviews on the website. But please continue to read and comment. After this chapter it's going to alternate between Christina and Pete's POV so just a reminder; Bold= Pete's POV and non-bold= Christina's POV.

Chapter Four: Joining Forces

I couldn't concentrate on work knowing my older brother was laying in a room in the hospital I worked at. My mind was racing with a choice, do I clock out early or do I keep working? I sighed as I made the decision to clock out early and my co-workers understood. I sighed as I slowly opened the door my brother lay and stepped inside.

Daniel was awake and looking all over the room, small cuts and scraps littered his face but when his eyes met my face his face relaxed. "Hey there, bro." He said his voice surprisingly strong for a man who had just been in an accident. "Fancy seeing you here."

"I work here," I said standing next to the door afraid to get closer. Somewhere in the deep corners of my mind thought this was a joke.

"Looks like you finally got me to visit you at work." He said closing his eyes and slowly pulling himself into a sitting position. His eyes winced slightly as he threw his pillows behind his back and then looked up at me his face serious. "Do patients ever complain about these beds?" He asked. I shrugged. "'oh I don't know.'" he said his voice in a mockingly deep voice. "Come on, Petey, you work here. Don't they ever complain?"

"I never heard of anyone complaining about the beds." I said not liking where this was headed. "And stop calling me Petey. You know how much I hate it when you do."

"Come on, you used to love being called Petey."

"Yeah, when dad was alive. He was the only one I allowed to call me Petey." I know it felt stupid for a man in his mid twenties to freak out over a nickname.

"Oh I forgot you were dad's favorite because you became a nurse just like him." I was biting my lip to stop me from screaming. Daniel rolled his eyes as he leaned back. "Let me guess you were going to give some lame excuse and not head down to mom's this weekend so you can spend some time alone with dad at the cemetery huh?"

"I was going to show up, Daniel." I said my anger rising. "And if you didn't noticed I came in to see how you were doing. Not to be yelled at by you."

"Is that how you talk to a patient?" Daniel asked his head off to one side. "Isn't it company's policy to be nice to patients?"

"If I'm on the clock." I said my eyes narrowing. "As of right now I'm off and now it's just me, your brother standing here waiting for you to apologize."

"Not gonna happen, Petey." I rolled my eyes and turned to face the door.

"Better let mom know you're okay." I said turning the door knob without looking back at him.

"Whatever you say, dad." Daniel emphasized the word 'dad' like it was the meanest word out there. It felt something jab my stomach and I actually looked down to see if there was anything. But it was just my guilt that was hurting me. "By the way, don't bother coming to mom's this weekend. Only family members are allowed." I left the room without another word letting his words sink in deep like a cut. But I didn't cry. I hadn't cried since my dad died three years ago.

~SL,PP~

I sat in my car out in the hospital parking lot and I stared at the steering wheel. The sun was slowly rising from behind the distant Wyoming hills casting a thin white line above them silhouetting them. I shook my head and started my car. I did love my brother a lot, but I knew how easy it was for him to crawl under my skin. I ignored the sudden ping of guilt once again eat at my stomach. I wasn't going to loose sleep over this fight. It wasn't like I was going to loose him.

I slowly backed up from my parking space and drove towards the exit. As I stopped to let the early morning commuters, I saw a classic red mustang slowly drive past. The passenger window was down and I recognized the woman in the drivers seat. It was the blond haired girl that had saved my brother. She kept driving towards the edge of town. Curiosity caught my attention as I turned after her. What is she doing this early? I thought following a few car lengths away. And why is she driving this way?

She was driving down the empty highway at breakneck speed trying either to get to her destination quickly or to try and shake me off. But I held on. My curiosity a lot stronger then her determination to get to her destination. It didn't take me long before I began to see the familiar neighborhood of my mom's. "What are you doing?" I asked out loud seeing her stop just in front of my mom's house. I stopped at the corner a block away and watched as she stepped out of her car, wearing a suit and jacket. Her hair pulled into a professional looking bun. She was licking her lips nervously as she looked around her, tugged at her jacket and walked up towards my mom's front door.

I crept closer and pulled into the driveway and saw her walking into my mom's house. I parked my car and rushed to the front door afraid she might attack my mom. But as I walked in she was just sitting down on the large couch in front of the window her FBI badge open and it lay on the coffee table.

"Pete!" Mom squealed throwing her arms around my neck. Her eyes were red from crying, most likely over Daniel's accident. "What are you doing here?"

"Thought I come over to see how you're doing." I said which wasn't all a lie. The girl looked up at me with her large hazel eyes and a hard lined mouth.

"I was just about to get some coffee. Would you like some, Miss Hendricks?" She turned and faced the girl. The girl nodded quietly.

"Would you like some help, mom?" I asked and mom shook her head. As she disappeared down the hall towards the kitchen I sat down in my dad's recliner and stared at the woman that now sat in my mom's house. "What are you doing here?" I asked my eyes narrowing trying to see if I could find the truth.

"I'm just here to talk about your brother's accident." She said calmly pulling her badge from the coffee table and slid it into her jacket's inner pocket. She straightened her back as we sat in silence. "I'm also here to make sure you're family isn't planning on going anywhere soon."

"Are you threatening my family?" I barked quietly. I didn't want to scare my mom who was just ten feet down the hall.

"I'm here to protect them." The girl said evenly. "Since you saved my family the other day I'm doing the same for you."

"But last night you said we were even."

"That was before I found out about your mom and sister." She said and went silent as my mom returned with three mugs of coffee, and a small plate of orange rolls. "Thank you so much for your hospitality Mrs. Porter."

I was amazed how quickly she could fall into the role of FBI agent on minute and then into someone completely different the next. I grabbed a mug and an orange roll and sat back in my dad's chair and silently listened to the conversation that was starting to happen in front of me.

"Does your son have any enemies that you can think of?" My mom shook her head as the woman took out a pad of paper and began to write notes down on it. "Mrs. Porter, has this happened before in your family?"

"Yes," my mom's face lowered as she glanced up at me. "My husband, died in a similar accident about three years ago. He was on his way home from working the day shift at the hospital. They never found the driver that ran him off the road." Tears began to streak down her face as she took a sip from her coffee. "They didn't know he was in an accident until two days later. I thought he was working a double shift, before I got the call that he never showed up for work."

"I'm so sorry for your loss, Mrs. Porter." My mom gave a sad smile and looked up at me her brown eyes filling up with tears. "Mrs. Porter, I don't mean to pry more into your personal life, but does the name Alyiah Rodriguez sound familiar to you?" Mom shook her head. The woman now looked at me. "Sir?"

"I'm sorry no." The woman nodded and quickly finished her coffee before grabbing a napkin and an orange roll from the plate.

"Well, I do appreciate your time. I hope your oldest son gets better soon." We all stood up and shook her hand. As she was about to leave she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small business card. "If can recall anything, here's my number. If I don't answer call my supervisor's number. He can always get a hold of me." I gently took the business card from her hand and she walked out the door but stopped to look at me and my mom. "Please inform any family that might be traveling, tell them to stay home until this all blows over." She said as she walked towards her car. She was now pulling out her cellphone and placed it up towards her ear. She was in her car before I could hear who she was talking to. As she drove away I glanced down at the business card she handed me.

"Christina Hendricks?" I mumbled to myself seeing the name printed in the black ink. I stared at the name for a while before closing my mom's front door. I ran to the kitchen were my mom was cleaning up from our meeting with the FBI agent. "Mom, why would a FBI agent be here talking about dad's or Daniel's accident?"

"Maybe it's connected to a case she's working on?" Mom said placing the rinsed off mugs into the dishwasher. "Speaking of Daniel, how is he?"

"He's just fine mom." I said not looking at her but at the card that was still in my hand. I looked up and smiled at her before walking over, wrapping her into a hug. "I got to go mom."

"But, you just got here!" She said following me to the front door. "Besides she told us not to go traveling."

"Mom, I'll be fine. I promise." I slid into my car and turned it on. My mom was standing at the front door still looking scared as I pulled out of the driveway.

~SL,PP~

The sun was now up eye level with me as I drove down the highway. Once again it was empty and eerie. My stomach was twisting making the orange roll I had at my mom's turn sour. Something white lay across the road as I came up towards it. It was about the same area as where I found the two brothers and where my brother had his accident. I slowed to a stop and pulled off turning off my car. I slowly got out of my car as I walked the few feet behind me and bent down to examine the powder.

"Don't touch that!" I looked up and she was standing there. She wore jeans and a long sleeved black shirt. She held a sawed off shot gun and was carefully walking into the road. Her red mustang in the ditch behind her.

"What is this?" I asked standing up and lifting my hands in the air. She lowered the gun before walking and glancing up and down the road.

"It's salt." She said automatically. "I was trying to trap the car and send it away before he hurts your family again."

"What do you mean hurt my family?" I asked my nerves were shooting up and down my stomach.

"Your family is in danger. My family was just caught in the crossfire."

"Who'd want to hurt my family?"

"Someone who vowed to haunt your family until you all were killed." She stopped and looked behind her as a roar of a white car was coming closer. She swallowed hard and pushed me out of the way and lifted her shotgun in the air. The car's tires squealed as it stopped at the salt line and she fired. The car vanished into smoke. "That's going to keep him at bay for a while." She said helping me to my feet. "Get in my car now."

"But I don't know who you are. I highly doubt you're a FBI agent." I screamed surprised to see me running towards her car and sliding into her passenger seat.

"My real name is Christina Winchester. I'm a hunter."

"A hunter of what?" I asked and was pushed back into her seat as she turned back into town the salt line she had placed was broken as she drove over it.

"The supernatural." Christina said slowly her eyes darting back and forth. "And I now I need your help."