I know I might get some hateful reviews and I'm out here to say, tough this is my story. Deal with it. Also side note there will be an alternating pattern of bold to non-bold and I just want you to know I didn't want to right Christina's POV or Pete's POV. So sorry if it seems confusing especially if you can't see the bold or not. Again I'm sorry. Please comment and enjoy. :-(

Chapter Five: A Downside to Hunting

"I have a question I would like to ask you," Pete said his voice was strange to hear. I shot him a glance as I had to stop at a red light. "How do you know so much about all this?"

"Like the supernatural?" Pete nodded and I let out a chuckle as I started to move again. "Let's just say it's the family business."

"Your entire family does this for a living?" I nodded, as I pulled into hospital's parking lot. I saw his face pale a bit as we pulled into a parking spot. "What are we doing here?"

"Need to talk to my brothers. Plus I need to get some information." I cleared my throat opening up her glove compartment and pulled out a small stack of fake ids and pulled out my R.N badge before sliding my backpack from the backseat.

I watched as she pulled out a dark green scrub top and slipped it over her shirt. My mouth fell open with surprise, as she put the remainder of her ids back into the glove compartment. "How many ids do you have?" I asked pulling them back out to see the array of the fake ids. "Seriously, you have one that says 'Dr. Christina Walker PhD of chemistry?"

"That one isn't fake." Christina said nearly slamming my fingers into the compartment door. "Alright, let's go." I felt weird walking inside the building with a girl I barely knew was dressed up like a nurse and surprisingly pulling it off.

"Pete relax, you're making me nervous." I said walking past the front desk without much of a second glance. I felt Pete's body shift slightly as we stopped in front of the elevators.

"How can you keep doing this? This is a felony...I think."

"Pete, chill okay." The doors slid open and we stepped inside. "My brothers and have been doing this for years." I pressed the four button and the doors closed shut.

I couldn't believe I was with someone who changed personalities to quickly, that made me start to wonder if her name really was Christina Winchester. The doors dinged open and the floor was in chaos as we stepped out. Three Doctors and several nurse rushed in and out of a room. I looked over at Christina, and saw her face pale. The room that the doctors were going in and out was where her brothers were. She rushed over and disappeared inside. I stood just outside the room's door. Christina's desperate screams were followed by loud barking orders.

"Ma'am you got to leave," the college I had to help with paper work on my shift last night dragged her out of the room, tears streaming down her face as she looked passed everyone inside and down at her two brothers who seemed to be paling on the spot. She was biting her lip as she tried to pry herself out of the nurse's hands but stopped when I wrapped an arm around hers. She was shaking underneath me.

"Please," she pleaded to nobody as the nurse rushed back in and closed the door behind her. "Please don't take my brothers." I pulled her away from the doors and she reluctantly followed. I walked her towards the end of the hall and she buried her face in my chest. Warm tears touched my skin underneath my scrubs.

"I'm sure they're going to be okay." I said rubbing her back. "Just relax, they'll be just fine."

~SL,PP~

Pete and I sat in the waiting room on the fourth floor my eyes staring at the table littered with magazines. I couldn't stop shaking my eyes dry and itchy as I continued to stare. God, if you're out there, please don't take my brother's please. I brought my hands to my face and rubbed my eyes before sliding my fingers down my face trying to ease the stress that was nearly exploding inside me.

"Can you help me?" A soft voice whispered from behind me and I turned to see a young girl with large brown eyes and raven black hair standing in the doorway looking between me and Pete. Pete was looking at me and I was looking at her.

"What's the matter sweetie?" I asked jumping to my feet and rushing over towards her. Pete followed me confusion on his face. "What do you need help with?"

"My daddy," she said her eyes were filling up with tears. "He's hurting people. You got to stop him." I looked up at Pete who was staring confused at the space before me.

"Who are you talking to?" He asked. I did a Venna White impression towards the girl but he just looked even more confused. "There's nobody there." He said.

"He can't see me," the girl said touching my hand. It was warm against my skin. Not the usual cold I'd feel with usual ghosts.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Alyiah," I let out a slow breath and didn't see any breath crystals flying through the air. Even I was confused and needed to ask Bobby or my brothers what the Hell was going on.

"I will help you sweetie." I said and she smiled. Skipping away I grabbed Pete by his jacket sleeves and I followed Alyiah.

~SL,PP~

This woman is crazy! I thought as she continued to pull me down further into the morgue. She stopped and looked down at about four feet from the floor. "Is he in here?" She asked air. She waited for a second before pointing at me. "You stay with her," she ordered her hazel eyes flashing with determination and anger. "Just believe and you'll see her." She said and walked through the doors.

I felt silly standing there looking at four feet in the air. "Hello," I said and I felt something warm grip my fingers. I glanced down at nothing. Okay I'm starting to believe. I thought and a shimmer of light began to fill the area around me with a ghostly figure of a girl about six. Her eyes were huge. "Hi," I said trying to show the best convincing smile I could muster. The ghostly figure smiled back and began to open and close her mouth. It took me a second to come to the realization that she was trying to tell me something. "I can't hear you." I said and my head snapped up as a loud crash of metal filled the room just beyond the doors.

I felt my fingers being released as I pushed the doors open just as Christina's body lay limply next to some of the tombs that housed the recently deceased bodies. Blood tricked down her face as she slowly climbed to her knees her arms and hands shaking.

"Pete," she said weakly looking up at me. She stood up and pulled me on top of her just as a tray of needles all with different colored substances flew penetrating the walls and falling the floor. "Go and grab salt and lighter fluid now!" She barked pushing me off to the right side blocking the examining table with her body. She let out a groan but continued to glare at me. "GO NOW DAMMIT!" She screamed pushing the table off her and standing up grabbing a stool that sat just to the left of her. She then began to swing it back and forth inching closer and dodging more objects.

~SL,PP~

I barely managed to dodge several scalpels with my face and neck by lifting my arm up. The sharp metal tip slid inside my skin like butter and I let out a small cry of pain. Blood dripped to the floor as I continued to fight the very pissed off ghost of Carlos Rodriguez. His face was twisting with furry as he started to swing more and more items at me.

"Mr. Rodriguez," I screamed yanking out the scalpels out of my arm and tossed them down unto the floor. "You got to stop this!" I felt the cold hands of Carlos wrap around my windpipe and slowly began to squeeze. "I'm...trying to...help..."

"You're not trying to help at all." Carlos screamed lifting me into the air. "Just like Andrew Porter didn't try and help my daughter when she needed help the most."

"Mr...Rodrigue..." I couldn't speak, my mind was clouding over with the lack of oxygen to my brain. Where the hell are you Pete! I thought. That's when I felt my hands grip an iron wrench that someone had left possibly when they had finished fixing a leaky pipe. I felt my fingers curl around the long cold metal and hefted it up moving at the legs of the ghost of Carlos Rodriguez. Air flooded into my lungs as I fell to my needs taking in deep breaths of the stale air.

"Christina!" Pete's shrieks sounded muffled as I had turned around and saw him running towards me dropping a large container of salt and lighter fluid he most likely swiped from a closet or even the cafeteria.

"I'm fine." I mumbled placing my hand gently on his shoulder and stood up feeling a head rush as I took in too much of the oxygen. "Come on we got to find the remains of Mr. Rodriguez and burn it." Pete was looking at me confused.

"That bottle right there," Alyiah said pointing a small finger at a jar that had a faded piece of tape. Inside was a finger that I was surprised that it made Pete turn pale and green at the same time. "Will it stop daddy from hurting people?" She asked her eyes filling up with more tears.

"Is this all that's left of your dad?" I asked, Alyiah nodded. "Then it should." I grabbed the jar and opened up the lid. The strong smell of formaldehyde filled my nose as I reached in gripped the finger. "Why did they save just his finger?" I asked Alyiah who shook her head. I looked over at Pete who was starting to panic as I pulled the finger out of the jar and down in a metal bed pan. "Salt," I said and Pete handed me the salt and I placed it next to bed pan. "Lighter fluid." Once again the same actions took place.

I watched as Christina began to sprinkle the salt over the finger, and then doused it with the lighter fluid that I had gotten. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Purifying the spirit." She said and pulled out a lighter which she quickly flicked it on. I felt a cold shiver brush against the back of my neck and I let out a breath seeing it crystallize. "Shit!" She screamed as the flame on her lighter went out. She tried to flick it again but nothing happened. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck!" She screamed trying and failing with the lighter. I began to search my pockets knowing that I might have something that would help but I froze when I felt something sliding into my stomach. "Pete!" Christina's screams were starting to muffle as I felt something warm slid down the front of my shirt. "You stupid mother-"

She flicked her lighter once again. Instant flames lit up her lighter and she dropped it into the bed pan as I felt my legs falling towards the floor. My eyes were slowly going in and out of focus as I saw her rush towards me catching my neck before it made contact with the ground. My eyes were growing heavy as I saw her screaming something but I couldn't hear. All sound vanished from around me. Tears were sliding down her face. I knew they weren't love tears but tears of guilt.

Darkness was creeping around the edges of my eyes. I was still in Christina's hands. I was still in the morgue feeling the cold tile floors sticking to my back. I could see shapes begin to appear around me. Some tall and some short. One of them was clear. If I could talk I would scream out the word with joy. If I could jump to my feet I would and I would throw my arms around the figure's neck. But I couldn't move.

"Petey," my dad's voice was clear and close to my ears. It was as if he hadn't died in the accident three years ago. "How you doing, son?"

"Dad?" My voice scared me for a second. "Wait am I dead?" His face fell slightly and helped me to my feet. I looked down at my feet and saw my legs sticking straight out. I slowly turned around and I saw me still being held by Christina who was trying to stop the blood by grabbing the paper towels and pressing it roughly into my stomach soaking up the blood that was still flowing.

"Petey," my dad's face looked disappointed as he walked up and touched my shoulder making my head snap back to face him. "Why did you fight with Daniel today?" I didn't know my cheeks could burn with embarrassment when I was dead. But I could feel the soft prickle of heat in them. "You know Daniel is the most stubborn boy in the world." I silently nodded.

"I know that, dad." I said and looked up at him. "But he just pressed my buttons. He never liked it when I showed him how much I care about him. And he made it perfectly clear that he never wanted to see me ever again."

"That's not true," Dad said shaking his head slowly. "After you left he cried for an hour straight. He felt bad with what he said."

"But I'm gonna die now." I said with a shrug. "I can't change that."

"You're not dead yet." Dad's voice was soon covered with the soft shrieks of Christina's pleas.

"Pete, come on, dammit. Open your eyes!" I was curious as to why she was trying to save me. "Pete, come on! You need to wake up! You need to be there for your family! Come on! I know you don't wanna give up!" She was now pounding on my body's chest her eyes narrowing in anger. "You son of a bitch if you don't wake up I'm gonna do something I might regret later! Now wake the fuck up!" I turned to say something to my dad but he was gone. There wasn't anyone there. Except for my body in Christina's hands.