“Her body’s in that alley,” Christie muttered, shoving the bone into Dean’s hand.
Christie wiped her forehead with her sleeve and took a deep breath. Sam glanced at her with a worried expression. “Christie?” he asked, putting his hand on her shoulder, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Christie said withholding the tears forming in her eyes, and swallowing thickly.
“Are you sure?”
Christie nodded her head softly but quickly shook her head no. Sam pulled Christie into a tight hug and Christie cried softly into his chest.
“That was horrible,” She croaked out, “I just killed somebody!”
“She wasn’t human, Chris,” Dean said from beside her, “It was either kill her, or let her kill dozens of innocent people.”
“How can you guys do this?” Christie whispered, squeezing her eyes shut tight.
“We’ve done it all our lives,” Sam muttered.
“I want to go home,” Christie cried, burying her head into Sam’s chest.
Sam looked to Dean with a sympathetic look and Dean simply shrugged.
“Dean,” Sam said, still having his arms wrapped around Christie, “Go take care of Dana, I’ll take Christie back to the motel,” he said, holding out his hand for the keys.
“I’m supposed to move her by myself?” Dean complained.
“Call Bobby!” Sam snapped at him, “Get Derek to help just give me the keys!” He said reaching his hand out even further. Dean sighed as he pulled the keys to his precious car from his pocket and placed them in Sam’s hand.
“Come on, Christie,” Sam mumbled to her as they started to walk back to the car.
Sam guided Christie from the car, into Bobby’s old home, and shut the door quietly behind him. “Bobby and Derek are with Dean,” Sam whispered softly, “You can rest in my room,”
Christie nodded silently, and followed Sam up the stairs and down the hall to his room. Walking in, Christie slowly took off her jacket and let it drop to the floor. She sat down on the old mattress and it creaked under her weight. She kicked off her boots, laid down and pulled the covers over her shaking body, curling up into a ball.
Christie stared at the wall in silence and Sam awkwardly stood in the middle of the room, not sure what to do. He picked up Christie’s jacket from the floor and laid it on the end of the bed.
“Sammy?” Christie whispered softly, rolling onto her back so she can see Sam, “Can you stay in here? I don’t want to be alone.” She hated feeling this fragile.
“Sure,” he said with a soft smile. Sam removed his jacket and laid it on top of Christie’s.
“Sammy?” Christie muttered softly. “Yeah?” Sam asked looking over at her.
“Thanks,” she whispered.
“No problem,” he whispered back at her.
Christie turned back over, onto her side and pulled the blankets closer to her body, letting a few tears escape her eyes.
“Damn it! Sam!” Dean shouted, walking into Sam’s room and slamming the door behind him.
Dean’s shouts instantly woke Christie, and she shuddered at his tone and volume.
“Dean!” Sam hissed, quickly standing up from his chair, “Christie is sleeping!”
“Not anymore,” she groaned, slowly sitting up. She stretched out her limbs and ran her fingers though her hair.
“You woke her up,” Sam scolded, turning to Dean.
“I got a call,” Dean said, ignoring Sam’s glare, “From Kevin,” he said emphasizing the name.
“Kevin?” Sam questioned.
“Who’s Kevin?” Christie asked, standing up and walking over to the two men.
“Um,” Sam mumbled, turning to Christie, “He’s a prophet,”
“A prophet?” she echoed, confused.
“Of the lord,” Dean said, “He can read angel scribbles,”
“Yeah, that makes sense,” Christie mumbled, brushing a stray hair out of her eyes, “Anyway, what did this prophet want?”
“He got a hold on a case, a witch, in Glenpool, Oklahoma,” Dean said, crossing his arms, “I told him we would be there in the morning.”
Christie took a deep sigh and turned on her heels. She quickly grabbed her bag from the end of Sam’s bed and grabbed her shoes.
“What are you doing,” Dean asked, as Christie sat on Sam’s bed.
“What does it look like I'm doing?” Christie replied sarcastically, putting on her boots.
Christie stood up and grabbed her dagger from the desk beside Sam’s bed, then walked past Sam and Dean, and opened the bedroom door. Christie stepped out into the hall and made her way down the stairs with Sam and Dean on her heels. She turned into the living room and grabbed her bag from atop the cot on the side of the room.
Christie gathered everything that belonged to her and messily put them in her bag.
“Christie,” Dean said, stopping Christie from walking passed him, “Are you okay?” He looked at her, concern evident in his eyes.
“I’m fine,” she muttered, sliding in between Sam and Dean and walking to the bathroom. She grabbed everything that was hers and returned to the living room. She shoved everything into her bag and took her jacket and slid it on.
“Let’s go,” she said, taking her bag in her hand and walking towards the door, grabbing the car keys from Dean’s hand as she walked passed him.
Christie opened the back door of Bobby’s house and stepped out into the chilly air before walking over to the trunk of the old black car. She set her bag on the ground and fumbled with the keys in her hands before finding the right one and opening the trunk.
“Christie?” Sam says, walking out of the door, “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks, picking up her bag and putting it in the back of the trunk.
“I’m fine. Let's just go,” Christie said, turning to Sam, “We’ve got work to do,” she said coldly, before slamming the trunk shut.
That's it guys! This was the final chapter of Part Of Your World! Wow! I remember when we first thought of the idea for this fanfiction. We will keep you all updated on the sequel which will be out in the near future. Stay tuned!
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