There's a lot of breaks in this one I had to use them to tell a lot more. Please I hope you find this chapter entertaining at the very least. Again like I said in my other chapters I don't own any rights to Supernatural. Just Christina. This is a work of fiction and should be read as much.
Dean's POV
I was grumbling the entire time we walked through the house the next day. Missouri lead the way and kept shooting me glances. I tried to keep my 'swearing' down to a minimum in my brain as I followed her through out the house. We were Sari's room when she acted differently. "That's strange," she said. "These spirits are different then the ones that attack your mom." She said.
"Spirits?" Sam and I asked at the same time. "We're dealing with two?"
"Yeah. One I can't seem to pin on whether or not it's helpful or vengeful. But I can say the other one won't stop until Jenny and her little ones are dead." I felt something in my gut twist like a knife.
"Well, nobody's gonna die in here. Not ever." I said and left the room. Sam and Missouri followed me. We went down the stairs and I found Christina trying to calm down Jenny who was holding her kids closely towards her. Her hazel eyes looked at me and then back at Jenny.
"If you want me to stay I will." She said softly rubbing Jenny's back.
"Best you do, sweetie." Missouri said grabbing both mine and Sam's arms. "We'll be around Witch Hazel and I don't have anything for your allergies." Christina smiled a grateful smile and wrapped an arm around Sari's small frame. "Well, come on you too." She lead us out of the house and back to my car.
~Home~
"What exactly does this do?" I asked filling a small purple pouch full of mixed herbs and I took a sniff. It didn't smell too bad. Like old tea but not bad.
"It's supposed to be able to cleanse the house." Missouri said and slapped the back of my hand as I was pouring some of the mixture inside the pouch. "Not too much now. We need four more of those things." As she turned away I rolled my eyes and mimicked her mouthing off at me. "None of that boy." She snarled without turning. "You be on your best behavior or that poor family is going to die." I closed my mouth and looked up at Sam who had a slight smile of his face. He must enjoy it when I get yelled at.
"So what do we do with these?" Sam asked tying one of the filled pouches.
"We need to put one of these on each floor in every north, south, east and west corners of the house." Missouri said placing the tied pouches gently in a small basket.
"Knocking holes in the dry wall, Jenny is going to love that." I said placing the second to last pouch in front of Sam.
"At least she and her family will be alive." Missouri countered. "Now we ready to go?" She waited half a second before saying "Good, now come on you two."
~Home~
We had arrived at the house a few minutes later as Christina helped place the kids in Jenny's car. "I'm not sure I feel comfortable leaving you guys here." Jenny said handing her son to Christina who placed him in his car seat and quickly buckled him up.
"It will be fine. Take your kids to a movie and we'll be done before you get back." Missouri placed a reassuring hand on Jenny's shoulder. We watched as Jenny pulled out of the driveway and vanished down the street. "Alright, I'll take the attic. Sam the second floor, Dean the main floor..."
"And I got the basement." Christina said grabbing four pouches from the basket. As we entered the house I watched as my baby sister walked towards the stairs that would lead to the basement.
"Oh, before I forget," Missouri called from the steps to all of us. "Once you start, better hurry. 'cause this spirit will stop at nothing to stop us."
We all nodded and I turned towards the livingroom. I held a hatched in my hands and gently knocked on the wall. This is going to go so well. I thought and swung down.
End of Dean's POV
Sam's POV
I walked until I could find the south end of the floor I was on, which was in Sari's room and bent down next to the wall. The hammer I held in my hand felt odd as I searched for a hollow spot. When I found it I raised the hammer and it entered the wall like a hot knife through butter. Specks of dry wall hit my face as I swung again a hole left behind. Taking one of the purple pouches I set it gently inside. As soon as the pouch touched the ground the air felt cold.
Static seemed to race up and down my spine and I quickly ran out of the room. One down three more to go. I told myself rushing towards the eastern wall. The next two weren't difficult but the last one was. I just knew it had to be. As soon as I entered the last room on the north side of the house it felt different. Dark power surged as I stepped into Jenny's room. I raced to the side of the room and felt for the hollow spot in the wall. But as soon as I raised the pouch to drop it in the hole I just made something wrapped around my neck making me drop the pouch on the floor.
My fingers tried to scratch at what was wrapped as my oxygen deprived brain screamed. I felt the darkness creeping over my eyes as I struggled. Shit not know. I thought trying to kick the pouch in the wall.
End of Sam's POV
Christina's POV
I had put three of the four pouches in the walls and was working on the forth when I felt something brush past my bare shoulder. I let out a puff of breath and felt the necklace freeze against my skin. I turned around just as something flew past my face but something sharp caused a slight tingle across my right cheek. I heard it clattering on the ground. A piece of glass broken from somewhere. I had my sledgehammer in my hand and raised it to send it flying against the foundation of the house.
It was quick. I didn't feel it happen. As I had reached my hand inside the hole I had made dropping the pouch something flew past my eyes and I felt myself falling. Hard unto the ground. Something cold and wet slide down the side of my face. I tried to tell my hands to move but they wouldn't respond. I tried to keep my eyes from falling out of focused that's when I heard Dean's screaming from somewhere in the room.
End of Christina's POV
Dean's POV
My last hole was in the kitchen and after surviving a near death experience from flying knives I managed to pushed the pouch inside the wall. That's when I heard something heavy fall from above me. Sammy's in trouble. My brother instincts kicked in, as I raced up the stairs to find his face turning red with lack of oxygen the pouch next to his flailing legs. I raced over and threw the pouch inside. His kicks were slowing down. I had to act fast as I unwrapped the cord, of a lamp, away from his neck. He let out a loud gasp and a raspy cough.
"Took you long enough." He chocked and I let out a strained laugh as I helped him to his feet. We both froze as our guts were screaming to get to the basement fast. Sam nearly toppled down the stairs as I drug him down. The door to the basement flew opened and I threw myself down leaving Sam to take his time.
"Christy!" I screamed and I found her lying on the ground still conscious but clearly out of it as she lay there the sledgehammer at her side. A piece of wood was laying next to her covered in what I guess was her blood. She let out a forced cough as she turned her head and saw me running towards her.
"Stop that bus," she groaned as I helped her into a sitting position. "They stole my purse." She was clearly trying to make me laugh and it did work. But my laugh was forced as I slowly got her to her feet. She was slowly coming back to earth as we walked to the steps to find Sam and Missouri waiting for us.
"Did we do it?" I asked helping my slightly unstable sister up the stairs. Missouri's smile was small but she nodded. "You going to be okay," I asked Christina who winced placing a hand over my mouth.
"Not so loud, jerk." She hissed placing a hand tenderly on the side of her head. "I don't think I have a concussion but I'm going to have a headache from hell and a goose egg the size of Texas tomorrow." She let out a small chuckle as she stumbled into the kitchen and sat down. Missouri clearly had something slam against her legs for she limped and sat down next to Christina leaving me and Sam to take a breather and for Sam to check his wounds.
~Home~
Jenny and her kids arrived a few minutes after I had finally caught my breath and Sam had stopped rubbing at his neck. He'd be lucky if he doesn't have a bruise tomorrow I thought just as Jenny walked into the kitchen. The look on Jenny's face was what I had and hadn't expected. Her reaction was worry as she saw the mess that surrounded the floor, but her worry was also for all of us who groaned with pain. My only pain was my pride and near heartache of nearly loosing both of my younger siblings in one night.
"What the-" Jenny stammered holding her two kids close to her.
"Don't worry, Jenny." Missouri said standing up and wrapping her arms around Jenny. "Everything is fine now. And Dean and Sam are going to be cleaning up all the messes we made." She shot me a look as I stood up straight and took one of the two brooms that Sam held. "And if you let out a cuss word I'll make you do it all by yourself." She added harshly as I slowly began to sweep up the dust, drywall and broken glass off the floor.
~Home~
It took nearly two hours to clean up the all the piles of dust and dry wall we had made. Christina helped in the basement, even though I had told her to sit down and rest while Sam and I cleaned. She kept saying it was her mess too. She's definitely a Winchester. I thought and I kept a weary eye on her as she struggled to stay up right as she mopped up her blood. First thing I do, after taking Miss Missouri home, is to take her to the hospital. I told myself as Sam and I helped Missouri down the front steps towards my car while Christina leaned against the door frame waiting for me to come back to help her.
"So everything should be better, right?" Jenny asked me as I raced up the steps again. I nodded slowly.
"Everything is alright." I said with a small smile. "Now you take care of those kids, while I take care of her." I said as my sister swayed leaning mostly on me as I helped her down the few steps to the ground level and the short distance to my car.
"Bye pretty lady." She mumbled waving goodbye at Jenny. I looked down at her wondering if she had something hard to drink while Sam and I cleaned. I wouldn't be surprised. I thought and helped her into the backseat right behind me, while Sam was in the front and Missouri behind him.
End of Dean's POV