"Christina, right?" the chief of police asked, sitting down in the chair across from her. He was an older man, with crinkly blue eyes, and grey hair. He had the typical police mustache, and was wearing a dark grey suit, with a black tie.
Christie rolled her eyes, "Christie." she corrected.
"Right. Well, Christie, can you tell me what happened the day that Sam and Dean Winchester kidnapped you?"
"They didn't kidnap me…..I went willingly." Christie said.
"Why didn't you tell your mother?" the chief asked. "Foster mother." Christie corrected, "Because she doesn't care about me."
The chief leaned forward in his seat. "Christie. It's okay to tell us the truth. Sam and Dean can't get to you anymore. We won't let them hurt you. We freed the other woman that they abducted. She's being cared for by the paramedics as we speak. She told us what happened, we just want to hear it rom you, as well."
"Dana got free?" Christie asked, alarmed. The Chief nodded, smiling.
"What about Sam and Dean? Where are they?"
"Don't worry. They can't get to you. We have them locked up in the station. You were very lucky, you know." he leaned back in his seat.
"What do you mean?" Christie asked, suspicious.
"Well…..a few years ago, Dean was supposedly dead. He murdered a woman, and kidnapped another, and we found him dead at the scene…….And he was supposedly killed in an explosion after that…...But he and his brother kidnapped you and Dana…….Apparently he's not as dead as we assumed."
Christie's eyes widened. "These guys are psychopaths."
The Chief nodded. "So, why don't you tell us what happened? So we can put these guys behind bars for good."
"Hey, don't we get a phone call?" Dean called through the bars.
"Yes," The officer behind the desk turned the page of his paper, not looking up.
"Then let me make it." Dean demanded. The officer rolled his eyes, put down his paper, and stood up. He went over to the cell, and unlocked it. Dean took his chance, he slammed his head into the cop's, effectively knocking him out. Dean bent over, clutching his head.
"Dammit. " he groaned.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Don't use your head next time." he stood up, and stretched, "Let's call Bobby, and make sure Christie is all right." He went over to the payphone, and dialed Bobby's number. After a few rings, Bobby picked up.
"Bobby, it's Sam."
"Sam? Are you guys okay?" Bobby asked, concerned.
"Yeah, we're fine. How's Christie?"
"Give me the phone." Dean demanded. Sam handed it over to him.
"Bobby, where's Chris?" Dean asked.
"At the police station. The cops took her into custody because they think you kidnaped her."
"Dammit. We'll be there by tomorrow." he hung up, and turned to Sam. "Come on, we got a long night of driving ahead of us."
"So, let me get this straight: Sam and Dean didn't kidnap you. Dean said he was your father, and you didn't ask him to prove it. You, him, and his brother Sam went and abducted Dana, who is, as you would lead me to believe is a mermaid, and eating people, and she attacked and bit you, so now you have a craving for human flesh so you have to drink a potion to stop yourself from becoming a mermaid. And, Sam and Dean are Hunters: people who hunt monsters and demons and kill them for a living?" the chief summed up, looking at her incredulously. Christie nodded, and leaned back in her chair, smirking. The chief smacked his hand down on the table, causing Christie to jump slightly.
"You listen here, young lady. This is not a joke. Those two men are dangerous criminals. Your cooperation is highly important, and could save lives. Now, tell me the truth this time. What happened the day you met Sam and Dean?"
Christie sighed. She was going to have to make up a fake story. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could do so, her vision started to get blurry.
"Christie? Are you alright?" The Cheif asked, concerned.
Ugh, why was she so thirsty?
"Can I have a glass of water?" Christie croaked. The Chief nodded. He stood up, and then…..
Christie went berserk. Her body lunged forward, beyond her control, and tackled the chief. She pinned him down, and leaned in to bite into his neck-
There was rustling sound, and Christie felt a sharp pain in her neck. Her vision started to blur around the edges, and she slumped to the side, and off of the chief. The chief stood up, and looked down at her with wide eyes. That was the last thing she saw before she lost consciousness.
"Dammit Bobby. How could you let her go out in public? She could go loco at any minute!" Dean said, slamming the door behind him and Sam.
"What was I supposed to do? Leave her here, unsupervised? I thought it would be better if I kept my eye on her." Bobby crossed his arms.
"Well, you obviously didn't keep your eye on her if she got arrested! Why the hell did they arrest her, anyways?"
Bobby picked up the remote on his desk, and turned on the tv.
"And next on this evening's news: A teenage girl was kidnapped from her school by two men and taken across the country. Seventeen year old Christina Levi went to school Friday morning, but never came home. School officials say that the man that police identified as Sam Winchester checked her out of school using a fake badge, and him and his accomplice, Dean Winchester, forced the young girl into their car and drove away. The car was described to be a 1967 Chevy Impala. Officers arrested the two suspects at a motel in Utah, but they have since then escaped. Christie is now safely in the custody of the police, but has refused to talk to the press. And the next story on this evening's news-" Bobby shut the television off.
"She's not arrested, she's in custody. They 'rescued' her." Bobby grumbled.
"Wait….. they think we kidnapped her?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows.
Dean patted Sam's shoulder. "Well, Sammy, at least you get the FBI's spotlight this time." He smirked. Sam sighed, "Whatever, Dean. We need to break Chris out of jail."
There was the whooshing sound that warned of the presence of an angel, and they turned to see Castiel standing behind Bobby's desk.
"Cas, think you can help us with that?" Dean asked. Cas disappeared, and a few minutes later, reappeared, carrying a limp Christie in his arms.
"Chris!" Dean said, rushing forward, "What happened to her?"
"She was attacking the police officer when I arrived. I used my 'Mojo' as you call it, to put her to sleep, and erased the memory from the officer's mind."
"She's not hurt is she?" Dean asked, concerned.
Sam, Cas and Bobby all looked at him.
"What?" he asked defensively.
"Nothing, Daddy Dean." Sam smirked.
"Shut up, Sam." Dean grumbled, turning his attention to Bobby, "How much longer for that cure, Bobby?"
"Calm down, ya Idjit. It's almost done. I just need to mix the ingredients."