Once she had showered, Christie felt a whole lot better. She walked out of the bathroom with her hair still wet, and rummaged through her bag, pulling out a hairbrush. She started brushing the tangled mess on her head.
"Oh hey, Chris. Your necklace fell off in the car, so here." He held the locket out to her and she took it.
"Thanks, here's yours." She gave him back the weird demon bull amulet thing. "Where'd you get that thing anyways?" she asked. "Sam gave it to me for Christmas when we were kids." He smiled fondly at the memory, slipping it back onto his neck.
"That's an odd gift." Christie grunted, as she hit a particularly nasty knot in her hair. Dean shrugged, "It's the thought that counts."
As she finished brushing out her hair,she noticed some white crystal substance lining the window, and the door. She put down her brush, and reached out to pick up some of it, but Dean grabbed her arm.
"Don't break the line." he warned, then let go.
"Is that…..salt?" Christie asked.
"Yep. Keeps most of the baddies away. Ghosts, and the like." Dean replied, leaning against the wall.
"My mom used to put salt by the windows…….I asked her why once, and she told me it kept out the ants." Christie told him suspiciously.
"Nope. She was protecting the house like I taught her. Probably picked up the habit." Dean smirked. Christie stuffed her hairbrush back into her bag, as Dean walked into the kitchen. A few minutes later, Sam shuffled into the kitchen, not noticing Christie in the living room.
"Sleep well?" Dean asked, reaching into the fridge for a beer. Sam shrugged, as Dean handed him one. He opened it, and took a sip, right as Christie walked into the kitchen. He quickly swallowed the mouthful.
"Hey, Christie. You're up!" he gasped, surprised. "Yep," Christie nodded, rocking back on her heels, "Can't get rid of me that easily." she grinned.
"So, you're fine now. Nothing fishy?" Sam asked warily.
"Was that a pun?" Derek asked, walking into the house, carrying a bag of groceries. Sam shrugged.
"I feel fine. Definitely better now that I don't feel like eating people." Christie replied, grinning. Bobby entered the kitchen from the back door.
"So, what's the plan, boys? Are ya gonna go after the mermaid?" He asked, setting down another paper bag of groceries. Dean nodded, taking a swig of beer, "Yeah," He glanced at Christie, "But she's not going."
"What? Why not?" Christie protested.
"Because, we need to go after that bitch as soon as possible, and you're still a little unsteady on your feet. You're going to stay here, so Bobby can be 100% sure that you're fine now, while me and Sam go gank Ariel."
"Can I come?" Derek piped up. Dean studied him for a moment, then asked, "How long have you been hunting?"
Derek rolled his eyes, "Since I was nine. Well, that's when I started. My dad was doing it before that….." he drifted off.
"You can come." Sam nodded.
"Why does he get to go?" Christie complained.
"Because he has experience. And he's not recovering from turning into a Disney character." Dean told her, becoming annoyed, "Stop whining like a little kindergardener. You're not going, so get over it."
Christie huffed, then turned on her heel, and walked into another room, that was full of books. Bobby chuckled, and Dean looked towards him questioningly.
"The girl literally just woke up from being unconscious for three days and now she doesn't want to stand by and let someone else finish the job while she recovers. Remind you of anyone, Sam?" Bobby said slyly. Sam grinned.
"She's nothing like me, Bobby." Dean protested.
"Dean, she is exactly like you. Clearly she is just as stubborn, and has just as much fight. Not to mention the fact that she looks just like you."
"She doesn't look just like me. She looks like Mel." Dean said, his old petname for Christie's mother slipping out.
"Dean stop denying it. She's your daughter no doubt about it." Sam said with certainty.
"I'm not denying it. I'm telling you that she looks like her mom." Dean corrected, becoming irritated.
"Maybe, but the eyes are all you." Sam amended.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. You two done bugging me with your chick flick moment, so I can go get something to eat?" Dean snapped.
"I could go for a bite too." Sam agreed, standing up.
I'm starving." Chris said, coming back into the room.
"Lets all go then."Bobby said.
The Impala pulled up to the diner about fifteen minutes later. The whole time, Dean had rocked out to songs like 'Back in Black.' The diner had a friendly look to it, with its neon red sign that read 'Fancesca's' in big cursive letters. The inside of the diner had black and white checked floors, and red walls, with the paint peeling in some places, and the display window at the counter was a little greasy, but other than that it was a decent enough place. Tables were scattered about the room, with a few other patrons eating various foods ad having quiet conversations.
Christie ended up sitting next to Dean on one side of the table, and Derek, Sam, and Bobby sat on the other. She propped up her menu, and when the waitress came to take their order, she and Dean answered at the same time.
"Baconburger, extra cheese." They both said, and glanced at each other in surprise. The waitress smiled, and wrote down the orders. Sam ordered a salad, and Christie wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Gross, a salad? Why would you eat that rabbit food?" She said. Dean smirked, looking a little proud. Sam groaned.
"Great, now two people judge my health choices."
Bobby ordered a chicken club sandwich, and Derek ordered a cheeseburger and the waitress walked off.
When their food came, Christie and Dean dug in immediately. Christie took a huge bite of her burger, suddenly becoming aware of how hungry she had been, since she hasn't eaten in three days.
Bobby and Sam looked back and forth between Christie and Dean with amusement on their faces.
Dean glanced up at them.
"What?" He ask, irritatedly, with his mouth full of burger.
"Dude, she's like a copy of you!" Sam laughed.
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked gruffly.
"She eats just like you, ya idjit." Bobby chuckled, sipping from his coffee. Dean glanced at Christie, who was focused on her burger and not paying any attention to the conversation.
"Whatever." Dean rolled his eyes, taking another bite of his burger. When everyone was done, Chirstie asked, "Hey can I get some pie?"
Sam grinned. "Sure. Let me guess, Apple?"
"What else?" She shrugged.
"Will that be all?" The waitress asked, coming back to the table.
"We're going to get two slices of Apple pie," Dean replied, flashing the waitress a flirtatious smile. For the first time, Christie actually studied their waitress, because she was so focused on her hunger before. The waitress looked to be in her mid twenties, with long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a beauty mark above her right eyebrow. Christie stiffened at the sight of it, and when the waitress walked away, she leaned over towards Dean and whispered frantically, "Dean, that waitress is the mermaid."
Dean looked at her dubiously. "How do you know?"
"The mole above her eyebrow. She had it the other time we saw her." Christie said, glancing over towards the waitress, who was now flirting with a young man sitting at the counter.
"Why'd she follow us?" Bobby murmured, sipping his coffee.
"Who knows, but we gotta gank her before she eats someone else." Dean said, starting to stand up.
"Wait a minute, you Idjit. We're in a diner, with other people around. You can't just go over there and stab her without freaking everybody else out!" Bobby hissed. Dean sat back down reluctantly.
"Two slices of apple pie." a red headed girl said, putting down the plates in front of Christie and Dean.
"Where's the other waitress?" Sam asked, trying to seem uninterested.
"Oh, she went home early. Something about not feeling well." The redhead shrugged.
"Can we get the check?" Bobby asked, setting down his coffee mug. The waitress set down the check, then walked away. Bobby hurriedly paid the bill and stood up.
"Wait, what about the pie?" Dean complained.
"Really, Dean?" Christie said, rolling her eyes, and shoved him out of the booth. Dean glanced wistfully at the slice of pie, then followed the others out of the diner.