“Wait,” Christie said, raising her arms to tell Dean to stop talking, “you’re telling me that vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and all that other junk, are real? Like, like, X-Files?”
“Pretty much,” Dean said, barely audible due to the food in his mouth.
“And you two..... hunt them?”
“Mhhm,” Dean nodded, "Saving people. Hunting things. The family business."
“I come from a family of loons,” Christie muttered to herself.
“Hey,” Dean said dropping his burger on his plate, “we’re as sane as they come.”
“You’re trying to convince me you're a male Buffy, " Christie said, leaning forward and putting her hands on the table, "I don’t think so,”
“Then explain Castiel,” Sam said resting his arms on the table.
“Um, uh,” Christie had no explanation in her mind and it was obvious.
“Exactly," Sam muttered, "he’s an angel,”
“An angel? Like from Heaven?”
“Where else?” Dean asked.
“Okay,” Christie said taking a deep breath, “this is a lot to take in,"
"We've got all day," Dean said, leaning back in his chair.
"Actually, we have to go to Utah," Sam corrected.
"What do you think it is?" Christie asked.
"What what is?" Dean asked.
"The thing that's killing those three guys,"
"So you believe us?" Dean asked.
Christie sighed and admitted to herself that all this surpassing explains a lot in this messed up world.
"Yes, I believe you,"
"Wait," Sam interrupted, "Three guys? Cas said there was one,"
"Three guys disappeared in Riverdale, Utah in a matter of three weeks. All of them were on a date with their girlfriends by the lake and then, they just vanish. Walter Halton is the only one that's been found, he washed up on the shore of the lake. The cops claim he drowned, but parts of his body were torn to shreds. I connected the dots but it seems like no one else has,"
"How do you know all this?" Sam asked in a whisper.
"My English teacher rarely ever teaches so I end up googling crazy stuff in the news,"
"We better get going," Sam says, pulling out his wallet.
"What about me?" Christie asked as Sam and Dean stood.
"You're coming with us," Sam said.
"I'm your father," Dean said as Christie stood as well, "you don't have to be in the system anymore,"
"You know you kind of have to go through all the legalities,"
"You're seventeen right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Christie said confused.
"See, you're almost eighteen," Dean said, putting his hand on Christie's shoulder, "You're practically legal," Dean then turned to the door and started to walk away.
"Seriously?" Christie said as he walked away.
"Look Chris," Dean said, walking back to her, "do you want to go with us or not?"
"I have a life you know,"
"A life in the foster system, a shitty one I might add. You've got a family now," Dean said pointing to Sam and then to himself, "you can take what you got or keep going home to home. Your choice, kid,"
"I don't even know you," Christie whispers.
"Well here's your chance to know us," Sam said, looking at her with his puppy-dog eyes.
Christie raised an eyebrow as she thought of what she was going to do.
"I'm not going back in the system," Christie said as she started to walk to the door. "She storms away a lot," she heard Dean mutter to Sam as she walked out of the front door and to the Impala.