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.

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10. Chapter 10.

“So...” Christie said, trying to make conversation, fumbling with her hands, “How long have you worked here?” she asked, as the lady from the front desk showed her around the thick empty building.

“Not that long,” she smiled.

“Do you like it?” Christie asked, as they walked down a long hall.

“I’d much rather do more of the hands-on kind of jobs they offer here, but it's fine,” the lady smiled, glancing towards Christie, “What about you and ‘the family business?’”

“It’s kind of a more recent decision,” Christie chuckled, wiping her sweaty palms on the back of her jeans before putting her hands in her back pockets.

“So where are we going?” Christie asked, as they turn a corner to another long hall.

“The forensics lab is down here, thought you would find it interesting,”

“Forensics? Cool.” Christie said with a fake smile, trying to make it real as possible, which apparently the lady bought.

They turn yet another corner down a smaller hall to a door on the left, at the end of the hall. The lady from the desk opens it to reveal a pitch black room. She enters and Christie steadily follows behind.

“Wai-” Christie starts to say something, when the door slams behind her. She feels her body being pushed against the wall with a loud thud and a shriek escaping from her lips.

“Dean!” She screamed as loud as her voice would allow.

The lady grips one of her hands around Christie’s neck and Christie attempts to force her off but fails.

“What are you?” she hissed, her face engulfed in the darkness, only barely visible and her voices sounded like a thousand mixed together, all speaking at once in a deep murmur, “A Hunter?”

“What are you?” Christie managed to croak out with a smirk, “A fish?”

With a deep snarl, the mermaid slammed Christie into the wall. Christie groaned as she lifted her head slightly, feeling blood slowly drip down her neck.

“Well,” Christie muttered quietly, “That one hurt,”

“Someone's a fighter,” the mermaid laughed.

“Christie!” a voice yelled from the hall.

Christie turned to the door and tried to scream to Dean, but the mermaid grabbed her by her hair with her free hand. She pulled Christie to her face and sunk her teeth deep into her neck. Christie shrieked in pain and she could feel her body go numb. The mermaid dropped Christie to the ground with a small whimper coming from Christie’s unmoving body.

“Let’s hope you survive,” the mermaid hissed into Christie’s ear.

“So I can send you back under da sea?” Christie smirked in pain as a tear fell down her red cheeks.

The door opened in quick motion and light illuminates the dark room. The mermaid is nowhere to be seen as Dean rushed over to Christie.

“Jesus, Chris,” he mumbled, lifting her head, “You broke all but one rule,”

“Did you get the bone?” Christie groaned.

“Yeah, kid,” Dean said, putting her arm around his neck, “I got it,”

He picked Christie up from the cold floor and carried her out to the Impala as she fell in and out of consciousness, her frail body laying motionless in Dean’s arms.

“What did she do to you kid?” he mumbled, opening the passenger door and carefully placing her inside.

Dean quickly ran to the other side of the car and climbed inside. He quickly started to car and backed out of the parking lot, catching a glimpse of the unconscious Christie laying beside him. The bite on her neck was slowly bleeding out as, well as the from the back of her head.

“Damn it,” Dean muttered to himself driving as fast as he can.


“What happened?” Sam asked, quickly standing up.

"It bit her," Dean mumbled, as he carried Christie inside and laid her fragile body softly on one of the beds.

“What?” Sam asked, confused.

“The thing bit her!” he shouted, “She passed out before I could get her in the car and hasn’t moved,” he mumbled, looking to Christie.

Sam ran his fingers though his thick hair and walked into the bathroom, returning with towels and a first aid kit, “Help me stop the bleeding,” he said, handing the kit to Dean.

"What did you find?" Dean said quickly opening the first aid kit, "On Ariel?"

"Not much," Sam muttered softly shaking his head.

"Anything on- on mermaid bites?" Dean asked flustered.

"No," Sam whispered, "But we'll find something, Dean. She isn't going out like this,"

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