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. ∞ 'Sup Bitches! Supernatural Fanfiction!

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13. Chapter 13.

"So…what? We just go to the beach and look for some Aquamarine?" Sam asked.

"I don't know…." Dean sighed.

Christie rolled her eyes. "Ever heard of Google?" she turned her computer screen towards them, "There's an Aquamarine mine in the middle of Colorado.  It's about a eight hour drive from here. So, I can just steal a car and-"

"Are you insane?" Dean interrupted.

"Borrow a car," Christie revised, "And drive down there, while you guys take care of homicidal Ariel."

"I don't have a problem with you stealing a car," Dean told her, standing up, "I have a problem with you going alone. What if you starting eating people?"

"What, you don't trust me to control myself?" Christie asked, crossing her arms.

"No, not really. You won't be able to, if this mermaid thing is anything like werewolves. We'll all go." 

There was a whooshing sound, and then Christie heard a deep voice behind her.

"I can teleport Christie to the mine." Christie turned, and jumped as she noticed Castiel behind her.

"Jesus!" she yelped.

"No, I am Castiel." Cas corrected.

"I know, you just scared me," Chris replied,  "Do you appear behind people often?"

"All. The. Time." Dean answered. Sam nodded in agreement.

"Oh….okay then."

"Okay, so if you take her, that will save us some time to figure out what to do with Ariel over there." Dean nodded, "Sounds like a plan."

Castiel and Christie vanished, then reappeared a few minutes later.

"Wow," Christie breathed, "That was….cool." Dean grinned.

"Did you get it?" Sam asked.

Christie held up a turquoise colored crystal. "Yep."

"Awesome," Dean said, "Now we just gotta-"

Someone knocked on the door forcefully, making a booming sound.

"Open up, Police!"

"Dammit!" Dean whispered, "Cas, can you zap us out of here?" 

Cas glared a him, "I can only 'zap' one person right now." 

"Dammit," Dean said again, "Then zap Christie to Bobby's." 

"What? No! I'm not going to just leave you guys behind!" Christie said incredulously.

"Don't worry, it's not the first time we've been to jail." Dean grinned and handed her her backpack, "Here, show this to Bobby, tell him what happened." he took off his necklace the he had on, and handed it to Christie. Christie looked down at the charm. It looked like…... a little golden bowling pin with a face and horns?

"Uh…..okay?" she looked up. The motel room had disappeared, and been replaced with what looked to be a salvage yard. There were piles of old rusted cars all over the place, and there was an arch that said "Singer Auto Salvage" with jagged, rusty metal. There was a house behind the cars. It was a bluish grey color, with two stories and a small front porch. Truthfully, it looked like the place was falling apart. Christie adjusted her bag, and walked up the front steps, and knocked on the door. After a few minutes, the door opened a crack, and an old man peeked out at her.

"Who are you?" The man asked in a gravelly voice. His breath smelled like alcohol. 

"Are you…Bobby?" Christie asked hesitantly. 

"Who wants to know?" the man asked.

"Dean sent me. He gave me this," Christie held up the amulet. The old man looked at it, then back at her. He opened the door wider, and Christie saw that he held a shotgun with his other hand, pointed at her. 

"Don't worry," He assured her, noticing her discomfort, "It's loaded with rock salt. It won't kill you, but it will hurt like hell. You said Dean sent you?" 

"Um…..yeah. Can I come in?" 

"Sure," Bobby replied, and opened the door all the way. Christie stepped in hesitantly, and Bobby closed the door behind her. "Wait here," he told her, and disappeared into the kitchen, returning with an open glass bottle of soda.

"Here, have a drink." He said, offering the bottle. Christie took it, looking at it suspiciously. "There aren't any Roofies in this, is there?" she joked. Bobby chuckled. "No, nothing of the sort. Drink." Reluctantly, Christie took a sip of the soda. Bobby watched her for a few minutes, then shrugged. He left the room, and returned to the kitchen.

Christie followed him, frowning as she entered the kitchen. He wasn't there.

"Bobby? Where did you-" she cut herself off with a yelp as bobby shoved her against the wall. "What are you doing?" she yelped, as he pulled out a knife. He grabbed her arm, and flipped it over. She gasped as he sliced the inside of her forearm with the knife. He studied her for another minute, then let go of her, satisfied with the results. He walked over to the kitchen sink, and pulled out a first-aid kit.

"What the hell?" Christie yelled at him, "You just cut me!" 

"I had to make sure you weren't a Shifter," Bobby replied, placing the kit on the counter.

"By cutting me?"Christie asked incredulously.

"With a silver knife," Bobby replied, starting to bandage her arm, "If you were a Shapeshifter, then it would have burned you. I had to make sure you were you, and not a monster. Same thing with the holy water in the soda." He finished the bandage, "There. Now, let's start over, shall we?" he held out his hand. Christie took it. 

"Bobby Singer, paranoid bastard." 

"Uh….Christie Levi, average teenager."

"Well, Christie, I can see the family resemblance." Bobby chuckled, and walked into the living room, "How'd you get here anyways?"

They sat down, Bobby in a chair behind a desk, Christie across from him. She told him what had happened in the motel room. 

"So, where are they now?" Bobby asked.

"I don't know! One minute, I was looking down at the necklace in the motel room, the next I'm in….wait what state is this?"

"South Dakota." someone answered, walking into the room. Christie turned, to see a boy, around her age, with dark brown hair, and green eyes. He was skinny, but also muscular.

And he was also covered in blood.

"Hey, Bobby." the boy said. 

"Derek," Bobby greeted, "Did you kill it?" 

"Yeah, it almost got me, but it wasn't too hard." Derek shrugged. He nodded towards Christie,  "Who's she?" 

"This is Christie, Dean's daughter." Bobby replied.

"Dean….Winchester? You never said he had a daughter." Derek said, leaning against the doorframe. 

"I didn't know he did. He didn't either, until just recently." 

"Sitting right here, guys." Christie pointed out, "And one more thing, I need you to some how grind this Aquamarine up, so I can drink it in something." She pulled out the Aquamarine, and handed it to Bobby. 

"Drink it?" Derek asked, tilting his head to the side. 

"Just go take a shower. I don't appreciate having werewolf blood staining my good carpet." Bobby told him. Derek gave a sarcastic salute, and climbed upstairs. Christie turned to Bobby quizzically.

"Who….?" 

"A Hunter I knew, his father, passed away, and I agreed to take him in." Bobby explained, analyzing the Aquamarine, "It'll take a while to grind this up, and find all the ingredients for the potion."

"Hunter? Is that what Sam and Dean are? And you?" Christie cocked her head to the side. Bobby nodded, "That's what we call ourselves, yes."

"And how do you know Sam and Dean?" Christie asked.

Bobby sighed, and sat down in his chair again, "I knew their father, John. Good man, but a little…..obsessed. And stubborn," Bobby chuckled, "He never gave up."

"What happened to him?" Christie asked.

"That…..is a very long story." Bobby chuckled.

"I got time." Christie replied, putting her arms on the desk, and laying her head on them.

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