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*


5. Chapter 5.

Christie happily stepped out of the bathroom just as Kevin entered the motel room with Hunter following behind him. Christie sat down on the edge of her bed and Hunter hopped onto the bed and laid beside her as Christie softly stroked the top of his head.

A soft rustling made Christie jump up slightly as Castiel appeared in front of her. Hunter quickly lifted up his head and looked up at the angel.

“Cas!” Christie sighed, “A little warning next time,”

“What’s up, Cas?” Kevin asked stepping forward and slipping his hands into his back pockets.

“Sam, he prayed to me,” Castiel replied glancing down at Hunter.

“You know where Sam is?” Christie questioned standing up.

“Um, yes. He’s right there,” Castiel said pointing at the shaggy haired dog laying on the bed.

“Wait,” Kevin said looking back and forth between Hunter and Castiel, “What?”

“Oh my gosh!” Christie said, grabbing Kevin’s attention, “The witch! She did this to him! Cas,” Christie said turning towards him, “Do you know who the witch is?”

“No, that’s not why I’m here,”

“Why else would you be here?” Kevin asked confused.

“Sam said you and Dean have been arguing,”

“Yeah,” Christie said wiping her palms on her jeans, “What has that got to with anything?”

“I haven’t been completely honest with any of you,” Castiel said stepping towards Christie, “I’m here to fix that,”

Castiel placed two fingers on the center of Christie’s forehead, and her vision went black.



FEBRUARY 24, 2006

“Christie?” the police officer asked softly, opening the door and sticking his head into the small office. Christie had been curled up in a char in the corner with a blanket wrapped around her and her teddy bear held close to her body. “Your dad is here to take you home,”

The officer ushered another man into the room and shut the door quietly. The man was tall and had short, spiky, brown hair and bright green eyes that matched Christie’s. He wore an old brown leather jacket over an unbutton army green button up shirt and a black t-shirt.

The man hesitantly stepped over to Christie and knelt down in front of her. “Hi,” the man said in almost a whisper, “My name’s Dean.

“Are you my daddy?” Christie said looking at Dean over the head of her teddy bear.

“Yeah, I’m your dad,” Dean smiled. He had dimples that were similar to Christie’s and his eyes crinkled slightly. Christie decided that she liked his smile.

“Momma said you were a superhero,” Christie said lowering her teddy bear from in front of her face, “Are you Batman?” she whispered.

Dean smiled again and brought his finger to his mouth, “Shh,” He said shushing her, “Don’t tell anyone,”

Christie smiled softly at the thought and looked down at her teddy bear. “I want Momma,” she said softly as tears started to form in her eyes.

“I know,” Dean said softly. He carefully picked Christie up and sat down in the chair with Christie on his lap. 

Dean gently moved the hair stuck to Christie’s face as she looked up at him. “The monster killed her,” Christie whimpered softly before burying her face in Dean’s shirt.

Dean stiffened slightly, he wanted to ask Christie what she meant, but she was already so upset and Dean didn’t want to risk making it worse.

They stay sat in the chair for a while as Christie silently calmed down as Dean held her.

“Are you ready to go?” Dean asked looking down at Christie.

“Go where?” Christie sniffed, pushing her hair from her face.

“With me and your Uncle Sammy,”

“Uncle Sammy?” Christie asked.

“He’s my little brother, and your uncle. You wanna meet him?”

“Momma said you have a… a… a Pala…,” Christie said softly.

“And Impala? Yeah, I have one,”

“What is it?” Christie asked tilting her head.

Dean grinned, “Only the coolest thing in the world, come on, I’ll show ya,”


After the appropriate paperwork had been filled out, Dean walked Christie out to the parking lot and over to a jet black car that sat in the center of the empty lot.

“Woah,” Christie said in awe.

“This is ma Baby, you like her?” Dean smiled.

Christie nodded enthusiastically with a smile, “But where’s Uncle Sammy?” she asked looking up at Dean.

“He’s back at the motel,” Dean said opening the door of the Impala, “Here,” Dean said sitting Christie down, “Climb in and will go see him,”


Sam stood outside of the hotel, waiting, when Dean and Christie pulled into the parking lot. He quickly made his way up to Dean as he stepped out of the Impala.

“What the hell, Dean?!” He shouted at him, “You tell me we needed to go to Chicago with out telling me why, then you just dump me off here saying you’ll be right back and then you just drive off?! What-” He stopped himself once he saw Christie climb out of the back seat.

“What that hell?” Sam asked slowly.

“Sammy, this is Christie. Christie, Uncle Sammy, “ Dean grinned introducing the two.

Christie shyly walked over to Sam and tilted her her head back, looking at at him. “You said he was your little brother,” Christie said quickly looking at Dean.

“He is,” Dean replied.

“Nuh uh, he’s bigger than you,” She pointed out, pulling her teddy bear closer to her.

Dean chuckled, “I mean that he’s my younger brother, Chris,”

“Dean,” Sam said through his teeth, staring down at Christie, “Who the hell is that?”

Dean glared at him before kneeling down and facing Christie, “Christie, can you go into that motel room there so Uncle Sammy and I can talk?”

“Okay,” Christie nodded before slowly walking to the motel room, drainer her blanket with her.

“Dean!” Sam shouted.

“Let me explain,” Dean said, “Do you remember a vamp hunt, here in Chicago about seven or eight years ago?”

“Yeah, I was like, fifteen and you and Dad locked me in a motel. What does that have to do with this?

“Remember how I kept telling Dad that I was ‘Going to the library?’”

“When you really went off to see that girl, uh, what was her name?” Sam asked scrunching his face in thought.

“Melanie,” Dean said softly, “Her name was Melanie. Well the last time I saw her, we uh, um, yeah. I got a call a couple of days ago saying he’s been killed, and I was Christie’s only family,”

“Okay, wait,” Sam said taking a step back, “You’re telling me, that that little girl in there,” He said pointing to the motel room, “is your daughter?”

“Yeah,” Dean said nodding softly, “I swear, I didn’t know until a few days ago,”

Sam’s eyes wondered around in thought.

“So,” Sam began to say, “I’m an uncle?”

Dean smiled, “Would you like to meet your niece now that you’re done having a bitch fit?”

The two men walked across the parking lot to the motel building. Dean opened the motel room door and doze at the sight in front of him.

Christie sat on the floor at the end of one of the beds, holding a sawed off shotgun, curiously studying it.

“Christie!” Dean yelped, rushing over to her and snatching the gun from her small hands. He quickly tossed it to Sam who quickly checking it over to see if it was loaded.

“It’s not loaded,” Sam sighed.

“What were you thinking?” Dean said, slightly raising his voice, “Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to play with guns?”

Christie looked up at Dean with wide eyes and shook her head softly. Dean sighed and lifted up the duffel bag that sat in front of Christie.

“See this?” He said gesturing to the bag in his hand, “Don’t ever touch anything in this bag, you understand?”

Christie gave a frightened nod, “M’sorry Daddy,” she muttered out softly.

“It’s not your fault,” Dean sighed, setting the bag back down on the floor, “I don’t even know why the hell it was left on the floor in the first place,” Dean said shooting a pointed look at Sam.

“Well how was I supposed to know you would come back with a kid?” Sam said defensively.

Sam and Dean both looked down at Christie who sat observing her new surroundings. She looked up at Sam who smiled down at her. She smiled back up to him before turning to Dean. “I’m hungry,”



Christie’s vision again went black and when it returned she saw Dean standing in a different hotel room, talking to Castiel.



“Who the hell are you?” Dean shouted, pulling his pistol out of the waistband of his jeans.

“My name is Castiel,” He said in his deep voice, “I’m an Angel of the Lord,”

“Yeah, sure,” Dean said keeping his gun raised, “and I’m the Easter Bunny,”

There was suddenly a loud crack of thunder that made Dean jump slightly as two large shadows in the shape of wings formed on the wall behind Castiel.

“I’m here for your daughter,” Castiel said stepping forward.

Dean cocked the pistol in his hands, “What do you want with Christie,”

“She’s interfering with you destiny, Dean. You are wishing to stop hunting to raise her, this isn’t your fate. Give her to me, I’ll take her somewhere,” he paused, “safe,”

“Not going to happen,” Dean said gravely, “I ain’t letting some guy ,who shows up saying he’s an angel, take my daughter from me,”

“You don’t understand, Dean. This is for her own good, being close to you and Sam, it’s dangerous, you know that. You know in your heart this is true, which is why you want to quit hunting, but the world needs you to continue. What is the phrase you’re so fond of?” Saving people, hunting things?”

“The family business,” Dean finished, “Chris is my family, there’s no way I’m letting you take her from me,”

Before Dean had the chance to pull the trigger of his pistol, Castiel had disappeared and reappeared behind Dean.

“You leave me no choice,”

Dean quickly turned around and Castiel placed two fingers on Dean’s forehead. Dean’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he slumped to the ground. Castiel turned around and walked over to the small closet in the back of the room. He opened the door to see a small, frightened, seven year old Christie sitting huddled the corner. Christie, her face white with fear, looked up at Castiel.

“What did you do to Daddy,” She cried.

Castiel bent down in front of the small girl and extended his hand, putting two finger against her forehead, putter her to sleep as he did to her father.

“I’m going to have to erase your memories,” he mused, moving hair from Christie’s face, “As well as Sam and Dean’s,”



Christie’s vision turned dark once again, but when it returned, she stood back in the hotel room with Kevin and Castiel.

“You,” she murmured softly, “It was you,”

Castiel lowered his head.

“You’re the reason I grew up without a father!” She shouted, tears forming in her eyes, “The reason I grew up without anyone! Did you kill my mom too,”

“No,” Castiel said looking up, “That was not the work of Heaven, it was…,” He passed quickly, “I’ll be right back,” he said, before vanishing before Christie.

“What the hell?!” Christie screamed, “He did it all,” Christie said turning to Kevin, “He took me away from Dean,” She cried.

Kevin slowly walked up to Christie and put his hand on her shoulder, she quickly turned around and wrapped her arms around Kevin, beginning to softly cry into his chest. Kevin stood awkwardly before wrapping his arms around Christie’s torso and hugging her closely.


Dean was having a pretty crappy day. First his brother disappears, then he and Christie got in a fight, and now this.

“Alright Cas,” he thought to himself beginning to pray, I don’t know if you can hear but, uh, I’ve got a bit of a situation her. Mind coming down here and giving me a hand? Literally, I could use a hand,”

Dean sat waiting for a moment and when nothing happened and no one came, he sighed and muttered, “Never mind then,” 

He reached to run his hand through his head when he remember; he didn’t have hands, and his entire body was covered in hair.

“Why a dog?” Dean groaned, “I mean, really? Why not something cool, like a tiger or something? I mean I guess its better than a cat, or a snake, but a dog?”

There was a soft whooshing sound that caused Dean to quickly lift his head and perk up his ears.

“Dean?” A deep voice echoed.

“Cas!” Dean shouted quickly standing up.

The familiar tan trench coat came into Dean’s view and he stepped towards the from of his kennel. “Man, am I happy to see you!” Dean said looking up at Cas. He felt something moving behind him and turned his head to see his tail wagging back and forth.

“Hello Dean,” Castiel said kneeling down in front of the kennel.

“Get me out of here,” Dean said turning back to Castiel.


Sam hopped off of the bed and walked over to Christie who stood crying into Kevin’s chest. He sat and leaned against Christie’s leg trying to figure out his own way to comfort her.

“I’m gunna kill him,” Christie whispered softly fighting her grip on Kevin slightly.

“He’s an angel, Christie,” Kevin mumbled.

“I don’t care,” She sniffled.

A soft whooping sound caused Christie to lift her head. Castiel stood by the door of the motel room with a dark grey dog my his side. The dog looked around before turning to Kevin and Christie and growling softly.

“Please tell me that isn’t Dean,” Christie groaned releasing her grip on Kevin and wiping away the tears on her cheeks.

“Um, i-it isn’t Dean,” Castiel says hesitantly.

Christie knelt down and the dog quickly walks up to her and licks her cheek. She puts a hand on the dogs head and looks into it’s bright green eyes that were identical to her own.

“Hey, Dean,” she muttered softly. Dean softly nudged Christie’s cheek with his snout causing her to chuckle softly. “Your nose is cold,” she laughed lightly.

“What the hell are we supposed to do now?” Christie asked no one in particular as she stood up.

Dean moved backward a few steps before barking up at Christie.

“‘Find the witch and gank her ass,’” Castiel translated, “I’m not sure gank is a word, Dean,” he said looking down at Dean.

“Wait,” Kevin said turning to Castiel, “You can understand him?”

“Um, yes,”

“Cool,” Kevin laughed.

“Okay, wait,” Christie said, “I-I don’t know a thing about hunting,”

Sam barked lightly from beside Christie.

“‘You handled the mermaid pretty well,’”

“I didn’t do it alone, now did I?” Christie said looking down at Sam, which was a rather odd thing for her not only because he was a dog but because she had gotten used to looking at the Sam that towered over her, “You guys were actually human and helped me out,”

“Sam and Dean may not be of much use,” Castiel said gesturing to the two dogs, “But you have Kevin here,”

“Oh, yeah, that makes me feel so much better,” Christie replied sarcastically.

“Hey..,” Kevin said crossing his arms.

Dean grumbled softly from beside Christie, looking up at Kevin.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Kevin asked looking down at Dean.

“I’ll help as well,” Castiel said grabbing Christie’s attention, “I’ll search for the ingredients of a witch killing brew. You and Kevin find the witch,”

“I’d rather you jus-,” Christie had started to speak but castiel had already vanished. “Fantastic,” she mumbled softly.

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