Part Of Your World

Christie Levi is a normal kid stuck in the foster system, at least that's what she thought.
Her mom died when she was only seven. She never knew her dad. Ten years after the death of her mother, ten years of being in the system, her entire world changes when she gets checked out of her hellish school by two rather frightening men in jet black suits, claiming to be her family, and hunters of the supernatural.

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12. Chapter 12.

“What the hell?” Dean mumbled.

Christie was laying in the shower, her hair a wet mess, her arms covering her chest, and a tail where her legs should be. A dark green, shimmering tail.

“Get out,” Christie shrieked.

Dean quickly stepped out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him, his eyes wide as he leaned against the door frame.

“Does she?” Sam mumbled, pointing to the door.

“She does,” Dean confirmed, with a slight nod of his head.

Dean turned his head to the mermaid and stomped over to her. He swiftly grabbed her by her neck and forcefully pushed her against the wall. He put his knee on the chair between her legs and tightened his grip on her neck.

“How do we reverse it?” Dean growled, emphasizing his words.

“You think I’m going to tell you just because you get a wittle scawy?” she asked with a smirk, mimicking a child.

“I will pull of every single one of your scales off, slowly, one by one, until there is nothing left but raw fish,” he spat in her face, “Then, if you still aren’t squealing? I’ll fry you up until you’re nothing but a shriveled up layer of fat over broken bones,”

The mermaids smirk immediately left her whitened face. Her eyes fell and her palms became sweaty.

“You wouldn’t,” She hissed.

“Oh, I would,” Dean growled, his eyes darkening, “So I’d spill it,”

She looked away from Dean as she flexed the muscles in her hands. The mermaid took a deep breath and looked back up to Dean.

“You need a stone,” the mermaid said, as Dean released his grip on her neck, and slowly took a step back.

“A stone?” Sam asked.

“Of aquamarine. It’s made of mermaid tears but it needs to be pure, or it won’t work,”

“Where are we supposed to find pure aquamarine?” Dean asked.

“How about you try the water, stupid,” Christie said, walking up behind Dean, fully clothed, with both her legs.

“Thank God,” Dean sighed, “You have legs,”

“That was horrible,” Christie moaned, rubbing her head, “All I could think about was water and raw fish! It was so gross! Ugh, and I scales! Everywhere!” Christie said, cringing, “Please keep me away from water!”

“Not a very good idea,” the mermaid said in a sing-song voice, “The hunger will only get stronger, the longer you’re away from water,” she whispered.

“Hunger?” Christie muttered.

“Don’t listen to her Chris,” Sam said, putting his huge hand on her shoulder.

“No,” Christie said, shaking off his hand, “What is she talking about?”

“What?” The mermaid chuckled, “You think the craving for human flesh is a choice? Oh, no, its a need! You get one bite and you’re hooked for life. Never to go back.”

Christie’s jaw slowly dropped and she looked from the mermaid, to Sam, and then to Dean, “We need to find that aquamarine,” she breathed out, “I don’t want to eat people! I don’t want to be Hannibal Lecter!” she cried out running her fingers through her hair.

“Calm down, Chris,” Dean said, reaching out to put his hand on her shoulder.

“Calm down?” Christie yelped, backing away from Dean’s hand.“How can I calm down when I can’t go near water because I’ll grow a tail? Or the fact that I could start eating people? People, Dean!”

“We won’t let that happen, Christie!" Dean assured her, 'You need to calm down before you have a heart attack or something.”

Dean gently took Christie by her shoulders and sat her down on the bed, then sat next to her himself. Christie took a few deep breathes and put her head in her hands, trying to calm down. She lifted her head after a minute and turned to Dean.

“Can we just get that damn rock now?”

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