This is slowly making it. I'm excited to see what happens next! Thanks for being patient with me!

Chapter 3

Christina watched her brothers sitting at the table silently on the computer and reading their father's journal. She looked down at the table before standing up. She had just arrived at the door of their hotel when Dean cleared his throat.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked.

"Out..." Christina said looking unsure where Dean's sense of protectiveness had come from. "To get some food."

"Okay. Just promise me that you won't-"

"I'm not gonna head to the house." Christina said with a forced sigh. "I'm just going down the street a few blocks. There's a diner that promotes, and I quote, The Best Damn Apple Pie this side of the Mississippi."

Dean's face lit up as he nodded tossing her the keys to the Impala. "Make it three slices."

"You know I don't like pie." Sam said looking up from his laptop.

"They're for me." Dean said with a smile making Christina roll her eyes and leave the hotel with the keys.

"I'll see you in thirty." Christina said and left the room.

~DSWIN~

Christina drove into the diner and slowly walked inside heading straight towards the diner bar and took a seat looking around to take in a few minutes of the life inside. She watched as family played with their children while they sat inside their booths. She gave a soft look before a wave of jealousy made her look away. She wished she had lived with John and got to know her brothers better. Wished she could be like those families who tease and tickle one another while they tried to eat their food.

"Have you been helped?" A waitress asked seeing Christina sitting there staring blankly at the table.

"Oh, no. I just got here so you're okay." Christina said smiling. "May I place an order to go please?"

"Certainly." The waitress smiled and pulled out a note pad. "What would you like?"

"Two of your double bacon cheese burgers please, one with no pickles red onions instead of white and avocado if you have it," Christina said silently thanking the fact she could order with the large menu above the waitress. "The other one pickles red onions and tomato on the side please. Those will have onion rings on the side instead of fries." The waitress nodded keeping up with Christina as she continued to order. "Then I would like your grilled chicken salad with garlic toast please." The waitress nodded silently. "As for drinks, one large sweet tea, and two large chocolate milkshakes with three slices of your apple pie."

"Pie's going to be another ten minutes is that alright?" The waitress said preparing for a scene.

"That's fine with me. My brother will love having fresh warm pie then." Christina smile and the waitress walked away with a relieved smile on her own face.

"Never expected to have my boys treat you like that." John's voice froze as he turned and glanced at her. His own face looking tired and worn out as Christina stared open mouthed at him. "Thought I raised them better."

"You didn't raise them hardly at all." Christina said before she realized what she had said, not that John looked as though he was going to correct her. "What are you doing here? I thought we went our separate ways."

"We did. I'm just on my way through from Mobile, Alabama. I'm needing to see a friend out west. Just stopping by for some food."

"Why don't you go see Sam and Dean? They've been worried about you."

John slowly shook his head as he leaned further in his seat. "I can't, and you can't tell them you ran into me. I'll be putting you three in danger."

"But-"

"My food's here. Take care of them. Don't let them push you around." John laid down a few crisp bills and mentioned to the waitress that he was paying for Christina's order. The waitress nodded and thanked John as she handed him the bag of his food.

Christina followed the man she just recently found out was her father slowly climb into his truck and drive away. She looked down at the bar and fought to keep tears from falling as she didn't want to keep a secret from her brothers about their dad being in town.

~DSCWIN~

When Christina arrived back into the hotel room she wanted to break down and tell them she saw their dad. That he was alive and well, but when she saw that Sam and Dean both grabbed hold of their jackets she immediately knew something had happened by the way their faces were cold and serious.

"Keys." Dean said as Christina barely climbed out of the car after pushing the seat back. "Stay here. We'll be back."

Christina silently stood there watching as her brothers backed and left their hotel. She silently walked inside, happy that Dean had left it unlocked for her, and set done the bag of food. She quietly put away Sam's salad and drink inside the small fridge before putting Dean's food in the microwave. She placed one of the milkshakes inside the small freezer happy to see that it had fit before sitting down and quietly began to eat her own food. She looked down at Sam's laptop just a few inches away from her hand and after wiping off the grease, she opened it up.

She found that Sam had been visiting the Hellshoundlair website and knew that it was something of importance. She clicked on the bio page and began to read finding out that the two creators were named, Harry Spengler and Ed Zeddmore. She continued to look over the website and saw that a lot of what had happened inside that house was showing up more. Something clicked in her head as she looked down at the forums and could feel the wheels in her head began to roll. She absently grabbed her milkshake and began to drink it, not seeing a small drop landing on top of Sam's keys. She was searching for more information when she could hear the Impala roaring up to stop in front of their room. She closed the laptop and stood up to throw away her milkshake when the door opened up.

"What happened?" She asked washing her hands from some of the milkshake that had spilled on her fingers.

"Ole Malachi struck again, this time the girl he killed was found hanging in the rafters in the basement." Dean said looking for his food. He saw his sister point to the microwave and he smiled. "Cops are now going to set up a parameter so that nobody else gets killed."

"My question is what happened to the first victim?" Sam asked looking confused as he was informed of his food being in the fridge. "I mean the cops even said they knew exactly where those kids called from, and they arrived in the same amount of time as they did tonight."

"What if she wasn't dead?" Christina asked pulling out three containers and setting them on the table. She could see that Dean looked confused before seeing his face open with a smile when he saw the pie slices.

"You mean there wasn't an attack before tonight?" Sam asked looking confused at Dean who looked disgusted with his brother.

"Well, while you two went out I went on your computer and I went on that website. A lot of the stories that those kids were talking had like a lot of views and replies. I'm wondering if that website made people only made them see a body when there wasn't a body to begin with."

"It's something we're going to have to look into tomorrow. But first we should see if we can talk to the creators of the sight to see if they could tell us what they know."

"I already did that." Christina said looking a little embarrassed. "Turns out those two knuckleheads from the house are the creators. They're names are Harry Spengler and Ed Zeddmore. The only thing I didn't find out unfortunately is where they're living. But judging by what they were wearing and being most likely single I don't think they live in a house."

Sam gave her a strange look which Christina instantly picked up. "You doing okay?" He asked making Dean look confused. "You never, for as long as I knew you, never sounded belittling towards someone."

"I know." Christina said remembering that her own newly found father told her to keep secret about meeting each other to her brothers. "I guess I'm just tired and those two guys make me feel really uncomfortable. So no, I will not under any circumstances am I going to flirt to gain information." She basically looked at Dean who was in the middle of using his straw to try and use it as a spoon. "Are we planning on going anywhere tonight?" She asked rubbing her eyes and letting a yawn escape. "I think I'll hit the sack early."

"Yeah that should be okay. I think we're just going to stake out the house and we don't want to get you hurt." Dean said seeing his baby sister walk up to the bathroom with her pajamas. Dean slid over Sam's laptop a few seconds later while Sam curiously began to wonder if something was wrong with their sister. "I'm sure it's just her biology acting up." Dean said as he typed. "You know how girls can get."

Sam didn't say anything as he went back to eating his dinner. He watched Dean as he accidently dropped some of his milkshake but couldn't see where it landed. "So what should we do tonight?"

"I say us two head and talk to the two web designers before we head back to the house, to find out more info." Dean said tossing his trash from his food into the garbage he looked up as Christina walked out of the bathroom wearing her pajamas and climbed onto the cot she had gotten from the front office. "Getting ready for bed?" He asked looking down at his watch. "It's barely two in the afternoon."

"Just tired." Christina said not looking up at them. "I'll be alright if you guys want to leave. Just don't get yourself killed."

Sam and Dean looked at each other before standing up and leaving. They were still getting used to the idea of a female constantly going through random emotions and knew better then to antagonize her. For not only was she a woman, she was a Winchester and they knew how mad they can get.

Christina laid there listening to the Impala driving off and stared at the two empty beds. She quickly grabbed her cellphone and searched through the contacts until she found John's number. Her body was trembling as she placed her thumb on the send button trying to find the strength to press down. She needed to talk to him. She needed answers as to why him not letting her tell her brothers he was there was a bad idea.

"Hello?" Came a muffled reply and it took Christina a few seconds to realize she had actually called him. "Christina?"

"John, we need to discuss what happened in that diner." Christina said not fumbling over what to tell him. "I can't keep a secret like that to my brothers. They need to know I had seen you. Keeping this from them is wrong."

"I can't let them know." John said his voice calm as she continued to understandably sound hostile towards him. "I don't want them to get hurt."

"John, they're going to find out later if not sooner. Why must you head to see a friend? Why can't you tell me why you're doing this? Why did you leave me?"

John was quiet as he listened to the questions. He cleared his throat before saying softly, "Because I need to do this. I started this fight almost twenty-three years ago. Once I find out how I can end this I can tell you everything."

The phone ended and Christina felt tears rolling down her cheeks as she fought with more random emotions. She tossed her phone against one of the empty beds and watched it bounce to the ground. Her mind began to whirl with images of self doubt of ever being fully accepted by her father or if this feeling of being abandoned would only grow worse.

Christina let out a slow sigh and laid down covering her eyes with an arm and sinking quickly into unconsciousness. Jolting away she rubbed her eyes and sat up against the wall she was next and began to think on where her brothers might be. She could see the alarm clock's red numbers saying it was seven forty-five and that night had fallen. Her brothers were not back from their trip and she sat there for a few minutes before she felt the walls closing around her in this city and she needed to leave. Jumping out of bed she threw on her pants, socks, shoes and jacket and left the hotel room, after making sure Dean hadn't left the room key behind. She had to find something to distract her.

~DSCWIN~

The quiet walk to the house was calming as she was able to take several deep breaths and let a few tears fall down her cheeks as she was torn with emotions of confusion, anger and abandonment. She stopped and took in several deep breaths when she saw the Impala pull up and head deeper into trees as to not get spotted by the two deputies that were asked to keep the area free from trespassers. She adjusted her pistol in the back of her jeans wanting to make sure it wouldn't fall down her pant leg, a memory from her earlier hunting days make her shiver with embarrassment, and tried to look for her brothers.

A twig snapping caused something to wrap around her and pull her to the ground with a hand being placed over her mouth when the soft familiar calm hush of Sam filled her ears. "It's okay. You're not going to get hurt." He grunted as Christina began to elbow him into the side of his stomach.

Christina pulled down his hand and was let out a muffled cough. "Sam, it's me." She hissed softly already feeling her cheeks burn as she just attacked her brother.

"Why are you here?" Sam whispered before shutting his mouth and covering her mouth again as Dean's bellow of 'Who are you gonna call' causing soft cursing from the two web designers before Sam stood up and half dragged and half lead Christina into the house closing the door behind them.

"Nice of your to join us." Dean said giving his sister a once over before taking the lead while Sam pushed Christina in the middle. The three traveled quietly looking at the symbols on walls and Dean once again stopped to look at the strange symbol mumbling that it looked familiar to him.

A creak from the kitchen sent the three Winchesters to prepare for a fight when the figure of Melicah showed up yelling and ready to fight. The three siblings opened fire for a few seconds but the bullets didn't seem to slow the lumbering man down a bit.

"Run!" Dean commanded pushing his sister out first as she was closest to the door.

Christina grabbed hold of the door and fear crossed her face when the door refused to budge open. "It's stuck!" she cried shooting a look over her shoulder to see Melicah was still lumbering towards them. She lifted her foot and kicked the handle of the door making the wood crack near the seam of the door. Along with Dean, while Sam covered them with gun fire, the two worked slamming their shoulders against the weakened wood which reluctantly allowed them to leave.

They rushed past the single Deputy that was returning from chasing the two other trespassers stopped and looked back at the three that was vanishing. He looked back and saw that the door, despite looking kicked in had been slammed shut. But as the figures had already vanished back into the trees he couldn't identify any of them.