Every Winchester Has Its Day

After being sucked into the world of the supernatural, Christie Levi joins her father Dean and Uncle Sammy in the hunting of the paranormal, along with the help of a young prophet, on a furry new case. After everything that happened in Utah, Christie is determined to learn all she can, not only about hunting, but her father as well. Why didn’t he come for her when her mother died? How did he find out about her? And what has the mysterious angel, Castiel, been hiding from the both of them? Maybe Dean wasn’t such a crappy father as she had believed…
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*Sequel to Part Of Your World*


3. Chapter 3.

Christie woke up to a loud knocking on the motel door. She got out of bed and shuffled over to the door, yawning softly. She unlocked the door and opened it, revealing Kevin holding a white paper bag and a styrofoam cup. His eyes widened. Christie raised an eyebrow, 

"What are you doing?" She croaked groggily. Kevin held up the bag and cup. "I-I uh... went and g-got breakfast," he stammered, his face becoming a slight shade of red. 

Christie ran a hand through her messy hair, "What time is it?" 

"Six thirty," Kevin replied, handing her the fast food bag.

"Six thirty? Why the hell are you up before six thirty?" Christie yawned, taking the bag from him and shuffling back into the room. Kevin shrugged, and walked into the room, shutting the door shut behind him softly. 

"Dean. Wake up!" Christie yanked the blanket off of him. He sat up quickly.

"Wha?" he muttered, wiping drool from hi chin.

"Kevin brought breakfast," Christie told him, setting the bag on the desk by Dean's chair. 

Dean stretched his arms out in front of him, then rubbed the back of his neck. 

"What time is it?" He mumbled.

"Six thirty," Kevin told him, leaning against the wall. 

Dean grunted in reply, and reached for the breakfast bag. He brought out a chicken biscuit, and a blueberry muffin, setting them beside the bag.

"I'll take the muffin," Christie said, reaching over and plucking it off the desk. 

When they finished, they threw away the trash, and Christie opened her laptop again.

"Uh....shouldn't you get dressed?" Dean asked awkwardly. Christie frowned. "What do you mean?" 

She looked down at her outfit, which consisted of her sleep shorts, which came down to her knuckles when her arms were by her sides, and a baggy t-shirt from a 5 Seconds of Summer concert she had gone to the previous summer. 

"Oh," she said, realizing what he meant. She closed her computer and picked out some clothes for the day, then went into the bathroom to change.

When she emerged, Kevin had already left, probably to wake Sam, and Dean was on his laptop. She sat down on the end of her bed and opened her laptop back up, looking down at the webpage she had been on the previous night. 

"So, what are we gonna do today?" Christie asked Dean, glancing at him over her laptop screen.

"Well, we'll probably talk to some of the victims' neighbors," Dean closed his computer and stood up out of his chair, stretching his arms above his head.

"And by 'we' you mean you and Sam?" Christie sighed, "Because I obviously can't pass myself off as FBI," 

"You and Kevin can maybe go to the library and do some more research," Sam suggested, as he entered the room. 

"Woah, woah, woah," Dean said steeping forward, "Wait a minute. There's no way you two are going off alone,"

"What, you don't trust me?" Christie asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dean shook his head "I don't trust HIM." He said pointing at Kevin. 

"Me?" Kevin asked, sounding offended, "What did I do?"

"Nothing.... Yet," Dean glared. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kevin asked.

"Doesn't matter," Dean snapped, "I'll go to the library with you. Sammy can take care of himself,"

"Whatever you say," Kevin muttered. 


"I got nothin'," Christie sighed, shutting the book closed and rubbing her eyes. They'd been at the library for four hours and had found nothing about anything that could turn people into animals. 

"Me neither," Dean replied, standing up, "Let's go back to the motel. Sam might be back by now," 


When they got to the motel rooms, Sam was already back, and changed back into his regular clothes. 

"Anything?" Dean asked.

"Nothing," Sam sighed, "No clues," 

"So what now?" Christie groaned.

"More research," Dean sighed, standing up. "I'm gonna take a shower." 

"Well, I'm going to go to sleep. Who knew research was so exhausting?" Christie replied.



Once again, Christie woke up to someone banging on the hotel door. She slipped out of bed and opened the door, running her fingers through her hair as she did so. The sight that greeted her was priceless.
Kevin stood before her, wearing nothing but boxers. Covered in bright yellow ducks, electric blue, boxers.

Following her gaze, Kevin glanced down, then blushed. "Ducks? Really?" Christie teased. 

"Shut up. Wake up Dean," Kevin said quickly.

"Why?" Christie asked confused.

"Just do it!" Kevin hissed, turning her around and pushing her lightly, "Hurry up!

"Okay! Okay!" Christie muttered, walking over to Dean's bed with Kevin behind her. Surprisingly, he had slept through Kevin's knocking. Christie shook him awake. He jerked up, slipping his hand under the pillow. He looked up at her blearily. "Chris?" 

"Kevin told me to wake you up and to hurry?" Christie said as more of a question.

"Oh just come on!" Kevin said grabbing Christie's wrist and pulling her out of the door with Dean stumbling behind them.

"What's the hurry Kevin?" Dean grumbled as Kevin opened the door. A dog barked, and pushed its way out the door past Kevin, jumping up on Dean. 

"Get off me." Dean huffed, shoving the dog off of him. The dog barked at him, wagging its tail. Christie knelt down and stroked the top of the dogs head. It had shaggy brown fur and chocolate brown eyes.

"Where the hell did that mutt come from?" Dean asked Kevin. 

"I have no idea. I woke up this morning and he was in the room, and Sam was gone."

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