AND KRISSY MAKES THREE
Summary: The Winchester brothers discover that Krissy Chambers has been hunting vampires on her own and decide to do something about it. WARNING: May contain disciplinary spanking in later chapters.
Author's Note: I have a bad habit of waiting until a show has been well established to start watching it, so I'm usually behind when it comes to all the spoilers and events that take place in it. Supernatural was no exception. I've only recently started watching it and am only up to the end of the 8th Season. I've managed (at least so far) to avoid major spoilers for anything that happens later. I got the idea for this story after watching the Season 8 episode Freaks and Geeks. It takes place about a year or so after Dean and Sam leave Krissy with Aiden and Josephine at Victor's house.
I haven't forgotten my other work in progress, Accountability. I just had to get this first chapter out of the way so I could get it out of my head. Maybe now I can go back and finish that next chapter of Accountability I've been trying to write.
Please let me know what you think of this story so far. I love receiving reviews and accept constructive criticism (that's how I improve as a writer).
CHAPTER 1
Jody Mills allowed her cruiser to slowly roll up the gravel drive to the secluded two-story house. The quiet crunch of gravel under the vehicle's tires sounded in the early morning stillness. The vehicle's headlights easily picked up the shape of someone moving in the bushes along the east side of the house. She sighed heavily. When the call had come in she'd headed out not expecting to find anything. The people staying in the house were a little jumpy, and she'd figured they'd probably heard nothing more than wind in the trees. Now, Jody knew they hadn't been imagining things.
The sheriff quickly parked and, grabbing her flashlight and handgun, quickly made her way to the structure. Moving in the opposite direction of the one person she knew to be on the premises, she scouted the area to see if there were any additional people she needed to be concerned about. Once she was sure no one else was around, she moved in the direction of the lone prowler.
"Sheriff," she announced loudly, identifying herself to the intruder. "Stop where you are and come out with your hands raised." She turned the beam of her flashlight toward the face of the slight figure that emerged from the bushes, effectively blinding them.
Jody was a little surprised when she realized the person who had been skulking around the house was a teenage girl. She became even more suspicious of the reason the girl was there when she spotted the large knife held in the girl's right hand. "Drop the knife," she ordered. "Now!"
The girl hesitated only a moment before complying with Jody's order. She'd thought about making a run for it, but since she didn't know who was behind that voice and whether or not they were the "shoot first and ask questions later" type, she decided to play it safe. After all, she figured she could talk her way out of any trouble and be on her way in a few hours. She could always come back and finish this hunt another night.
Jody approached the girl. When she was close enough to see without the aid of the flashlight, she turned it off. Holstering her gun, she stepped closer and grasped the girl by the arm, forcing her to turn around so that her back was presented to Jody. The girl was quickly handcuffed, and Jody bent to pick up the hunting knife from the ground. "You're under arrest for trespass, attempted breaking and entering, and anything else I can think of. You have the right to remain silent." Jody recited the remainder of the standard Miranda warning as she escorted the teenager to the cruiser.
The ride to the station was made in tense silence. Jody had tried to engage the teenager in conversation in order to elicit her name and information, but the girl had remained stubbornly silent.
Thirty minutes later, the two were in an interrogation room at Jody's office. Technically, Jody should have booked the teenager and placed her in a holding cell until someone from child protective services could be called to sit in on any interrogation. But Jody's gut instincts told her this wasn't a typical situation.
"Look," Jody said with a heavy sigh. "I know you were there hunting. That's obvious enough." She moved to sit across from the girl. "I don't know where you got your information, but the nest of vampires that were in that house are gone. Some other hunters in the area and I took care of it last week. The people living in that house now are innocents -- they're vampire groupies who hadn't yet been turned." The girl didn't try to hide the look of derision that crossed her face at the mention of the house's residents.
"Okay," Jody said, leaning forward in her chair and resting her crossed arms on the table in front of her. "I'm done playing games here. Tell me who you are and how to get in touch with someone who has authority over you, or I'm turning you over to the juvenile authorities. They can put you in the local juvenile facility or find a foster placement for you. I don't particularly care which."
"I want to make a phone call," the girl said, speaking for the first time. "I'm entitled to one free phone call. I want to make it now."
Good, Jody thought, maybe they were getting somewhere. She pulled out her department issued cell phone and activated it. "What's the number?"
Jody had to work hard to keep any emotion from showing on her face as she dialed the number the teenager recited. She recognized the number, as she'd dialed it only a week or so previously for the purpose of checking up on its owner, and she couldn't help but wonder how this kid knew it by heart. The call was answered after only a few rings. Finally allowing a little smugness to show on her features, Jody's eyes met the girl's as she said, "Good morning, Dean. I'm sorry to call you so early, but I've got someone here who wants to talk to you."
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The ringing of his cell phone abruptly woke Dean out of a sound sleep. He cursed as he looked at the time on the bedside clock as he reached for the device. It was 4:00 a.m. He and Sam had gotten back to the motel from a fight with a vengeful spirit only two hours before. It had better be a matter of life or death, he thought, or whoever was calling was a dead person.
His sleep fogged brain instantly cleared when he saw Jody Mills's name on the phone's caller ID display. Sitting up, he tossed his pillow hard at a still sleeping Sam.
"What?" Sam asked grumpily as he was startled awake.
"It's Jody," Dean responded just as he answered the call.
"Good morning, Dean. I'm sorry to call you so early, but I've got someone here who wants to talk to you."
Dean shrugged at Sam's questioning look. "Who?"
"Well, you see," Jody responded, "She's refusing to give me her name. I caught her sneaking around the old Michaelson place after someone called in and reported suspicious activity."
Dean's eyes narrowed. "So why are you calling me?"
"This was the number she gave when she asked for her phone call." Jody paused, and Dean sensed that she was sharing a look with whoever was in the room with her. "The young lady in question is about fifteen, petite, with long brown hair. She had a hunting knife in her possession, and I have reason to believe she was there with the intent to hunt vampires."
"Dammit," Dean cursed under his breath. "Krissy Chambers," he said with a hard edge to his voice. Sam's eyes widened as he watched his brother move to his feet. "Let me talk to her."
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Jody smirked as she held the phone out. "Dean wants to speak to you, Krissy." She couldn't help but notice the instant change in the teenager's body language. Upon hearing the two names spoken aloud, the girl instantly went from smug to … well, Jody wouldn't call it exactly frightened, but definitely concerned. When Krissy accepted the phone, Jody moved to lean against the interrogation room door -- giving the teenager a little privacy while still keeping her in view. She had a sneaking suspicion that Krissy Chambers would be a flight risk if left alone.
"Hey, Dean," Krissy said as she held the phone up to her ear. This hunt hadn't gone exactly as she'd planned, and she'd been more than surprised when the sheriff revealed she knew Dean Winchester well enough to recognize his phone number. Maybe something would actually go her way and Dean would be willing to spring her from the sheriff's custody so she could get back to her hunt.
"Don't 'hey,' me," came the gruff voice from the other end of the call. "What are you doing in Sioux Falls, and, more to the point, why is Sheriff Mills calling me at 4:00 in the morning? Sam and I left you in Carson Springs with your pals."
"I was hunting. You know, that thing we do with vampires. Why don't you tell this . . ." she paused, debating on whether or not she should say what she really wanted to say. Deciding that referring to the sheriff as a bitch probably wasn't going to get her anywhere, she continued, "woman to let me go? I need to get back out there."
Dean ran a hand over his face in frustration. This was all he needed right now, and he didn't have the patience to deal with it at the moment. "No, what you need to do is drop the attitude and stay put until we come and get you. Where are Aiden and Josephine? Why aren't they with you?"
"I don't know where they are. They didn't want to hunt anymore, so I left their asses behind and took off on my own."
"When? Why didn't Garth tell me about that," Dean questioned. He glanced over at Sam, who had gotten out of bed and had started gathering his stuff in anticipation that they would be leaving soon.
"I haven't seen Garth in two months," Krissy responded. "I don't know if he's been by the house since then or not, and I really don't care. You gonna get me out of here or not?"
Dean closed his eyes in frustration and mentally counted to ten. He was going to have to contact the other hunter to find out why he hadn't been keeping a closer eye on the teenager. "Okay. Fine. Here's what's gonna happen. You're going to sit right there with Jody until Sam and I can get there later to pick you up. Then we're going to have a serious discussion about your life as a hunter. And if Jody tells me you're giving her a hard time, you're going to seriously not like what I have to say about it," Dean warned as he stood. "Now, let me talk to Jody."
"Sure," Krissy said a little snidely. She slid her finger across the phone's screen as she lowered it from her ear, intentionally disconnecting the call. "Oops." She shrugged as she laid the phone face down on the table. It was petty, she knew, but it served Dean right for being such an ass. All she wanted was for him to spring her so she could get back to hunting. Really, it wasn't all that much to ask.
Jody glanced at Krissy as the phone rang. She knew without even looking at the caller ID that it would be Dean calling back.
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Dean lowered the phone and stared at the now blank screen in disbelief. The brat had hung up on him. It was probably a good thing that he couldn't get his hands on her right at that moment. He'd have been tempted to kill her.
"So?" Sam's abrupt question caught Dean's attention.
"That was Jody," Dean started.
"Yeah, I got that much. I also got that she has Krissy with her. What's going on?"
Dean punched a few buttons on his phone, attempting to reconnect the call. He held a finger up to signal to Sam to hold his thought for a moment.
"Jody," Dean said when she answered the phone. "Sammy and I are about three hours out. We need to wrap up something here, but we should be there by noon. Can you sit on Krissy until then?"
Jody turned her back to Krissy and moved to, once again, stand between the teenager and the door. "I'll book her in as a runaway being held for pick up. No one will question why she's in a cell and why I haven't turned her over to the juvenile authorities. I'll list her as flight risk, so someone will always have eyes on her." She paused, thinking for a moment. "I don't want to know how you got them, but bring papers naming you as her legal guardian." Jody wasn't naive. She knew one of the Winchester brothers, if not both of them, had to be a skilled forger. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to do their jobs as hunters quite as well as they did. She just chose to turn a blind eye on her suspicions. "And, Dean," she said as the conversation drew to a close, "I'm going to want to know exactly what is going on here."
"You and me both," Dean responded before ending the call. Turning to Sam he continued, "Jody caught Krissy sneaking around a house in Sioux Falls. Apparently she was on a hunt -- solo."
"Solo?" Sam questioned, his eyebrows raised in a mixture of surprise and concern.
"Yeah, apparently she left Aiden and Jospehine behind sometime in the two months since Garth checked on them." Dean started moving around the room, gathering his stuff. "Jody is holding her as a runaway. We need to head over there and get her."
Sam nodded. He knew Dean felt some responsibility for the teenager. Her father had been a hunter, and the girl had apparently decided she wanted in that life as well -- despite their efforts to talk her out of it. "And just what are we going to do once we get her?" he asked.
Dean sat down on the edge of the bed. "I don't know, Sammy," he admitted. "She's still a minor, but she's also shown she can't be trusted not to go hunting on her own. That's suicide." He thought for a moment considering a number of different possibilities. He'd lost too many people already, and he didn't want to lose this young woman, too -- especially if there was something he could do to prevent it. "Let's just take her back to the bunker and figure it out from there," he said. "We can't just turn her loose again, that's for damn sure."
With his mind made up, Dean once again rose to his feet. "Oh, you need to do your thing and come up with guardianship papers for Krissy."
Sam stopped what he was doing and stared at his older brother. "Do my thing? Dean, I forge ID's, not legal documents. And exactly how am I going to come up with guardianship papers in a few hours while I'm on the road?"
"You're a smart man, figure it out," Dean responded gruffly as he dug his toiletry kit from his duffle bag. He supposed he needed to make an effort to look presentable -- that meant a shower and a shave.
Sam stared after him for a moment. A sudden thought occurred to him, and he grabbed his phone from where it was still charging on the bedside table. "Hey, Charlie. I know it's early, and I apologize. But, I need you to do something for me, and it's a little bit of an emergency."
TBS